Return of Mount Hua Sect

Don't bow your head. (4)

“Heo Eok!”

Lee Myung Han was startled and swallowed the wind without realizing it.

There is such a thing as an implicit procedure in warfare by nature.

When an enemy is found, those in command establish a strategy and arrange tactics. And he gives speeches that raise the morale of the soldiers.

After all these preparations are completed, it is basic to start the attack in earnest.

In war, they take each other's lives.

No matter how many warriors they live on, they need at least some time to settle their minds before a life-threatening battle.

However, Qingming neatly ignored such a basic process.

Without a single signal, without any instructions, they rushed towards the demons. As soon as he looked at his back, Han Yi-myeong's hair became completely white.

'What!'

Because of this, I was confused as to what kind of judgment to make at the moment.

one at that moment.

"all!"

Seol So-baek, who was watching the situation next to Han Yi-myeong, shouted loudly with a clear voice.

“Attack! Don’t give your opponent a chance to form a camp!”

At those words, two people who were in a hurry came to their senses.

'Camp?'

The head that had stopped quickly began to spin again.

Enemies are coming out of the cave now. In other words, they are clustered in a narrow space.

If the opponent all comes out of the cave and takes a wide seat, any numerical advantage is useless. Haven't you already experienced it once?

'You idiot!'

Han Yimyeong bit his lips and shouted that his throat was bursting.

“Attack! Right Now! Attack AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The disciples of Huashan were already running after Qingming at a formidable speed.

Cheongmyeong, who ran out at the forefront, smashed and blew away the magicians who had not yet formed a camp.

"attack! Damn, attack! That momentum must continue!”

Han Yi-myeong's voice was filled with anger and anger that could not be hidden.

'Damn it.'

Han Yimyeong looked back. The Binggungdoers were just murmuring, unable to remember the sudden command to attack.

Even the commanders who had to crack down on them in the middle and fulfill their orders seemed to find it difficult to manage the embarrassed Bingungdo.

Why can't Binggong keep up with that speed?

It's usually just a nonsense as if he's lost his mind. However, when he entered the battlefield, it was difficult to even follow him.

'why?'

That moment.

visor!

Seol So-baek drew a sword from his waist with a determined face.

'What?!'

“Everyone turn around!”

Then, without a moment to dry it, it ran forward. As the young archer ran out first, the other binggungists also started running hurriedly after them without even thinking about it.

“Oh oh oh oh!”

“Follow the lord!”

“Defeat the demons!”

Han Yi-myeong stood still and stared blankly at Seol So-baek, who ran away, and the Bing-gungdoists who followed him.

There is no such strategy or faction. So, of course, it was a chaotic charge. However, the momentum was clearly different from before.

'That kid is... … ?'

Lee Myung Han couldn't take his eyes off the child's back.

He is the son of the former royal court.

But it was nothing but his son, whom he had raised himself. The figure he looked up at while calling out to him, Father, was still good in front of his eyes.

So this situation was even more unfamiliar. When did that young and small child grow up to be able to lead everyone at the forefront of binggong?

And in such a short time.

Lee Myung Han bit his lip and started running forward with all his might.

'I can't lose either!'

Watching Cheongmyeong sweeping the magic at the forefront and Seol Sobaek running straight toward him, he clenched his sword tightly.

Paaaah!

The sword of clarity split the space like an island war.

The magician who lost one arm in an instant contorted his face like a demon and swung his other hand fiercely.

But.

Scratch! Scratch! Scratch!

Before it could even touch Chae Cheong-myung's body, his wrist, upper arm, and side were cut deeply. The red skin underneath was exposed.

“Ouch… … .”

The magician, who had completely cut off the flow of internal power, groaned and tried to hit the Qingming with his body. But this time too, the sword of the blue was much faster.

Whoops! Whoops!

Dozens of stabs.

How fast, an attack that seemed to move at the same time with ten swords pierced the entire body of the magician. A hole was punched in the upper body of the magician in a black uniform, and blood gushed out.

Boo woo woo!

The last sword pierced the heart of the mage.

“B… … .”

Even though he felt the eerie sensation of the sword passing through his heart, the magician did not stop.

He stretched out his limp arms and used evil to grab Chengming's neck.

Qingming muttered slowly.

“… … exactly… … .”

quack.

The sword embedded in the heart twisted without mercy.

“Cool!”

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the demon's mouth.

“Looks like there is something great in there. It’s hard to see how desperate you are.”

“… … Wife, Heavenly Horse... … .”

Paaaah!

Cheong-myeong, who swung the sword stuck in his heart and blew away as if tore off the upper body of a magician, proceeded with an indifferent face.

The blood that had spurted into the air was pouring down like rain on his body. If a person unaware of the situation could only see this scene, they would have mistaken Qingming again as a magician.

His hands were so cruel and harsh.

But the brutal sight was enough to lower the morale of the opponent and raise the morale of those who followed him.

“Cast it!”

Baekcheon shouted loudly and pressured the demon cults to enter. The plum blossoms from the tip of the sword fluctuated several times more intensely than usual and poured out towards the enemies.

“Amita Buddha!”

Hyeyeon's fist also moved with the same momentum.

The light from the tip of his fist was locked in by the demonic cultists who were desperate to block the plum blossom sword.

Aww!

With a huge explosion, the magicians spouted blood and flew backwards. It was an attack that would remain even after turning the body into a lump.

Hyeyeon stared fiercely in front with her big eyes and bit her lip.

'If not me, who else will go to hell?'

It was impossible for him to commit murder as a body following the Buddha. Therefore, he has controlled his power to the extent that he does not kill his opponent under any circumstances.

However, in this situation, the thought is just arrogance.

“Get out of here!”

Woo woo woo!

Hyeyeon's whole body radiated auspicious golden energy.

Among the seventy-two kinds of rituals, he used his infinite powers, clenched his teeth, and poured out his energy like a waterfall towards the demons.

The white earth was lit by fire, and it was dyed golden.

'I am not a protected person.'

If he avoids killing, someone else has to kill as much.

If he continued to speak like that while looking at the figure of Cheongmyeong covered in blood in front of him, it would have been the same as putting off the sin he had to commit himself to others.

“Ah-mi-ta-bul!”

Hyeyeon, who shouted dissatisfaction so that it echoed through the mountain, vigorously stretched her hands forward. The tensions of infinite power poured down on the demon cults like a dawn shining through the darkness.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

A great roar rang out. Those who were hit by the merciless ability spit out blood with their chil-gong and fell out of the rain water.

The entire valley vibrated and shook as if there had been an earthquake.

“Wow, sir! really! You should have entered the Shaolin!”

“Close your mouth and focus, Jogirl.”

“No, the death penalty. do you see that? That makes sense... … . ugh! Oh, so you can swing a sword at a priest or not!”

"have! Please shut up, shut up!”

While avoiding Yoon Jong's sword, Jo-Geul giggled and jumped over the heads of the demon cults, radiating an eerie glow from her eyes.

Papa Papa Papa!

Before long, dozens of sword spirits created by his sword poured over the heads of the demon cults.

“Aww!”

“This guy!”

Those who could not escape, and those who somehow managed to escape. Finally.

“Die!”

The one who frightenedly swung his blackened hands towards Jo-Gul's lower body.

However, the hand he swung was blocked by the tip of the protruding sword before it even touched Jo-Gul's body.

Kakang!

Yoon Jong, who had stretched out his sword to protect Jo-Geul, raised his sword with his cold, sunken eyes.

“Didn’t I suddenly tell you not to run wild!”

“These guys have to do this.”

“The enemy is magic.”

"I know!"

After being silent for a moment, Yoon Jong smiled softly and spit it out.

"okay. Where are you going to die?”

And with this in mind, he supported Jo-geol and started fighting fiercely.

Chong-myeong, who watched the scene, swung his sword with a strange expression, thought.

'It's because they're young, every day is different.'

They have changed so much now that they cannot even compare with them when they first entered the North Sea. As he experienced life-threatening battles one after another, his sword became sharper and his wick became stronger.

Now, to call it a late index was pointless.

Yui-seol and Dang So-so also formed a pair and drove the enemies at a frightening speed. Yoo Yi-seol led Dang So-so, and Dang So-so filled the gap by supporting her.

“These wicked bastards!”

The successive volcanic disciples and Hyeyeon's activities drew the eyes of the magicians there.

one.

“No.”

Paaaah!

The sword of cheongmyeong struck the mage who was right in front of him and blew it away. As the blood splattered in all directions, all eyes that had turned to that direction returned to Cheongmyeong at once.

Cheongmyung twisted the corners of his mouth in a bizarre way and smiled.

“Are you almost embarrassed?”

Holding the sword in reverse, he began to run rampant like a bloodthirsty wolf. At the same time, the warriors of Binggung, who had overtaken Seol So-baek, came crashing down like white waves and crashed into the magicians.

“Defeat it!”

“The number is much greater than us! Do not back down!”

“If we don’t defeat these guys, the North Sea will be over anyway! Never leave a single one alive!”

Inspired by the activity of the Volcano Wave, the warriors of Binggung swung their swords with tremendous force as if they had almost lost their mind.

They have already experienced one victory.

Of course, it suffered horrendous damage and did little on its own, but a victory was a victory anyway.

Moreover, the number of demons they had to deal with now were not as many as before.

So there was no reason not to do it again. Above all else, isn't Qingming, who crushes the enemy at the forefront, still alive and well?

“Show me the power of Binggung!”

“Oh oh oh oh oh!”

Numbers are power in themselves.

The magicians who were placed narrowly in front of the cave were surrounded by the warriors of Binggung in an instant. As the camp, which was still narrow, became narrower, it became difficult to show my skills.

An eerie life flowed from the eyes of Cheongmyeong who watched the scene.

'Stupid.'

The more we fought, the more certain it became.

It has not lost the poison and cruelty of the past, but it is not that strong. Both force and tactics are incomparably clumsy.

'Heaven.'

In the end, his existence was the problem.

Without the Heavenly Demon, the Demonic Church is nothing more than a group of fanatics. Its madness frightens the onlookers, but to be honest, there are a few more cults in Kangho that deserve it.

However, the moment the demon is added to the cult, the demon becomes the strongest slaughter group that shakes the history of Kangho.

For those who worship the living god there is nothing to fear and nothing to lose.

Those in front of us can still be called humans, but they will no longer be the moment the heavenly demon is resurrected.

'so… … !'

Paaaah!

The sword of Qingming completely cut down the demonic cults blocking the way.

“Stand out.”

it's inside me

Judging from their actions, there must be something going on there.

“Die!”

At that moment, a magician rolled his eyes and ran towards him. Cheongmyeong thrust the sword deep into his hand and exposed it.

The black sword stuck in his hand advanced and split his arm long.

“Aaaaaaah!”

In front of that immense pain, even the magician could not help but scream in a terrible way that he could not hear.

Paah!

Cheong-myeong, who showed mercy by beating the neck to reduce the suffering of the opponent, quickly advanced toward the cave with her eyes gleaming eeriely.

"Move."

The blood of the demon cults ran down his face.

On his blood-stained face, only his two eyes were gleaming pure white.

“Or everyone will die here.”

Whirick.

Cheongmyung, who quickly turned the sword and grabbed it, rushed forward.

As it was, the sword was firmly pierced into the heart of one of the magicians. Then, lifting his convulsive body like a shield, he pushed into the cave.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

Seeing the blue light that was pushing forward without hesitation, the demonic cults with blood in their eyes met him with screams as if they were not of this world.

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