Return of Mount Hua Sect

I knew it would be like this (2)

The bishop's body, who was about to fall to the floor at any moment, staggered and fell backwards.

dump.

Blood was gushing out of his chest. As if his energy was regurgitating, blood leaked out from his chil-gong as well.

"Shut up..."

There was no one standing.

The disciples of the volcano exhausted all their strength and fell to the floor, and the bishop could no longer stand up.

Even Cheong-myeong was on her knees, barely standing up with the black sword as a support.

“Woo-wook… Whoop…”

A harsh breath poured out of Cheong-myeong’s mouth.

that play.

Holding down the dark sword, he struggled to get up. And he limped towards the bishop who had fallen.

bum bum bum.

“Cool!”

Every time the bishop coughed convulsively, blood rushed out of his open chest and mouth.

Anyone could have known. Now, even if Daera Shin-seon comes, it will not be possible to save the author.

"It's over...."

But it was the same for Cheongmyeong as well.

Cheongmyung, who was approaching the bishop using his sword as a staff, staggered as if his strength had been released, and then fell back on the spot. He didn't have the strength to walk further with his broken leg.

“This……”

But, as he grimaced, he pushed himself up again with his trembling arms. Both eyes were brimming with venom.

Cheongmyung approached as if walking by dragging his legs, crawling.

To put the bishop's breath away.

one at that moment.

Quad Duck.

The bishop's hand gripped the floor tightly. And like a lie, he jumped up.

Qingming opened his eyes.

power?

No, no.

The bishop's eyes, who got up, had no focus. He just woke up as if possessed by his hazy eyes.

It was a gray light banjo. Just as a candle burns brightest just before it goes out, the last vitality returns to the person who has exhausted the energy of life.

The moment Qingming grabbed the sword and tried to get back into position, the bishop desperately turned and walked staggeringly towards the cave.

“Thousands… Ma……”

“This bastard…”

Cheong-myeong tried to catch up, but the magicians who had just reached through the block of Binggung stood in front of them. And desperately defended the bishop.

“Bishop!”

“Ahhhhh! Bishop! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Their desperate cries pierced my ears terribly.

The madness that he would protect the bishop even if he did not hesitate to give up his life felt desperately in Cheongmyeong.

Qingming gritted his teeth and shook his head.

Doesn't that make it seem like he's become a villain?

The bishop said in a very hoarse voice.

“Behind you…… Please turn back.”

“Go!”

“We will stop it! Go!”

Soon he staggered and entered the cave.

'Heaven...'

Cheongmyung's face distorted horribly.

His purpose was not to kill the bishop, but to stop the resurrection of the heavenly demon.

No matter how much they drive the bishop to death, if the devil is resurrected, the whole process will be in vain.

'no!'

But he no longer had the strength to break through them. It was all I could do to hold on to my mind.

".......swimming."

At one point, Qingming grinned.

“I am also sick. Are you saying no?”

There are things in the world that must be done.

And this, of course, is not an option.

Cheongmyeong was just about to raise his sword.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

With a desperate shout, someone jumped in front of him and started attacking the demons.

'What?'

Qingming stared blankly at the scene.

It was a familiar face. In the past, it was Song Won, the captain of the guard who guided the disciples of Hwasan to the mine. With a body that was cut and covered in blood, it ran towards the demons like a demon.

"Cut the road aaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

A desperate cry echoed through the valley.

“You bastards! How long do you plan to leave your destiny to strangers and be left behind? If there is something I need to protect, I will protect it with my own hands!”

It wasn't just Songwon.

Seol So-baek, who suddenly ran, grabbed a sword and rushed at the demon cultists.

“That crazy!”

At that scene, swear words poured out of Qingming's mouth.

“The king!”

“My lord!”

Aaaaaaaaaaah!

The black slaughterhouse launched by the magician flew in front of Seol So-baek. But fortunately, Lee Han, who ran in time, blocked Seol So-baek's front.

“What are you doing!”

His shouts were directed towards the bingungists.

“Risk your life and clear the road! Open the way for Qingming Dojo with the blood of the North Sea! If you still have the spirit, prove it here!”

Poison filled the eyes of the Binggung soldiers.

This was originally their fight.

However, the midwives who had nothing to do with them fought on their behalf, sprinkling blood and risking their lives.

If you are not ashamed of seeing this grueling battle, you are not human, and if your blood does not boil after seeing this desperate battle, you are not a warrior.

If there had been even one rebuke, I would not have been so ashamed. But they just fought the enemy without any word of reproach.

That fact made the binggungdoers intolerable.

“Open the way!”

“Open the way for Qingming Dojo!”

“Do not spare your life!”

The warriors of Binggung began to push the demons with a momentum that was completely different from before.

The appearance of being in a hurry to deal with, hesitating from fear was nowhere to be seen.

He poured his life out and ran towards him with a crook. And without fear of getting hurt, he just stared at the opponent and attacked.

To clear the road as quickly as possible, even at the risk of my body being severed.

snap.

Seol So-baek and Han Yi-myeong grabbed both shoulders of the staggering Cheong-myung.

“Let’s go!”

"stamp!"

Cheong-myeong looked at the two people supporting him once in a while and nodded.

And without a word he ran forward.

“Ouch!”

"die! A filthy devil's seed!"

“This is the North Sea! There is no place for people like you!”

Even if the demon's hand pierced his stomach, he did not back down, swung his sword and cut off the opponent's head.

Change comes to everyone.

Deferring responsibility to others and taking care of one's own well-being will not accomplish anything. Rather, it will only lead to greater sacrifices.

Those who saw that fact with their own eyes began to create a path for Qingming without taking care of their own lives.

The demonic demons who had resisted fiercely were gradually pushed left and right. The path to the cave opened faster than Chongmyeong could run.

“Songwon!”

"Yes!"

Some of those who were at the forefront of clearing the road joined the surrounding area as if escorting Qingmyeong.

"let's go!"

"Yes!"

Qingming didn't bother to look behind him.

All that was left was left to the North Sea Ice Palace and left to do what he had to do.

The elites of Binggung and Qingming entered the cave.

Although the places were torn down, there was still a way to the inside. I don't know if that's fortunate or unfortunate.

“The Bishop?”

“You wouldn’t have gone far with that body!”

Obviously, he staggered without even using the light work, so even if the distance had increased a little, he would be able to catch up at this speed quickly.

However, they soon realized that the process of catching up was not very easy.

"What?"

“There is something ahead!”

Magicians should no longer be in the cave, but inside the cave, something was moving.

Not one, but many.

Those with sensitive senses clenched their teeth involuntarily because of the chill coming from the front.

Han Yimyeong opened her eyes and looked at the approaching people.

“This…”

Songwon licked his lips.

Single married people, with their eyes out of focus, were walking towards this side.

“Second, Commander-in-Chief!”

“Do not hesitate to attack!”

Two people screamed as if vomiting blood with a distorted face.

“Not a person! That's... That's not someone who's already bought it! Damn it!”

The attire of the married people was obviously unique to the North Sea.

'It was said that a person went missing.......'

It is clear that these dog-like bastards did something to capture the North Sea people. Those who do not feel the slightest sign of life are walking on their own feet.

How could you have committed such a wrathful thing?

“Is it Binggang poetry?”

Qingming muttered softly.

Everyone was outraged at this horrific incident, but Qing-myeong was keenly aware that the auras of the approaching binggang poems were all slightly different.

'no.'

That's not a strong poem to be played with limbs. It was clear that the experiment was repeated after catching people for something.

One strong city is a strong city. It is no exaggeration to say that if it is a binggang poem made with the chill of the North Sea, it is a cursed monster.

“Go!”

Songwon shouted resolutely to the group.

“You must not delay! I'll take it! Go!”

Han Yimyeong bit her lip and nodded her head.

“Open the way!”

Simultaneously with those words, the bingungists ran forward.

Kaga Gaga River!

The sound of swords and tension hitting the bodies of Binggangsi resounded. And then, the sound of the strong hands like steel tearing the flesh of the Binggungdoers broke out.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

The binggungdoers screamed desperately and pushed the gangsters left and right. The ignorant gangsters were busy smashing and biting the binggungdos in front of them, regardless of being pushed away.

Cheongmyung ran along the open road, exhaling a chill from his eyes.

'doggish!'

The hatred and anger that had boiled to the limit seemed to burn my heart.

The battle with the magician has always been like this.

“I’m here again!”

At the cry of Binggungdo, the eyes of two people stood with blood.

“Go! Qingming Dojo!”

Even this time it was quite a number. Han Yi-myeong said with a strong-willed face.

“We will risk our lives to break through! Go!”

“Sobaek…”

“Go! stamp!"

At the hesitation of Cheong-myeong, Seol So-baek shouted with a more determined face. Qingming finally nodded.

'It has become the face of an uninhabited man.'

War makes children into adults.

As sad as it may seem, this child had to be acknowledged as an uninhabited person here.

"open it!"

"Yes!"

All the remaining soldiers of Binggung rushed towards the Binggang City. And roughly pushed and slashed the rivers and opened the way.

It was a gap that was barely enough for one person to pass through, but Qingming squirmed and staggered forward.

again. again.

Blood dripped down his hands and dripped onto the floor. My eyes kept getting blurry, and I couldn't feel any more in the hand holding the sword.

Now, the body, where even the pain has disappeared, is somehow forced to walk and walk.

Chong-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R--

“…” Cheong

-Myeong’s head slowly lifted up at the sound of a beast from somewhere.

Binggang poems were seen approaching again in front of me.

“Hmm……” You

are very meticulous.

Qingming gave a twisted smile.

“I’m sorry… I’ve never done giving up before.”

Cheongmyung moved his arm, which did not listen, and forcibly lifted a sword heavier than Cheongeun. But then, in my ear, I heard a voice that I am now quite familiar with.

“A store.”

Qingming looked back blankly.

"......when...?"

“Those who do not find a place to die are destined to become ugly. Now I have found a place to die.”

Qingming looked at the woman with blank eyes. The old man's face was so calm.

“I’m sorry.”

“You…”

“The store. What do we have to share?”

Perhaps it would be a wiser path to leave Cheongmyeong and go through the female soul alone.

But the wife did not think so.

What he has to do is prevent the resurrection of the heavenly demon. And .........

'to recover the lost spirit of the North Sea.'

In order to do that, it was believed that someone like Qingming, not someone like him, should remain.

The tension of the female spirit pushed the binggang poems wildly. However, this time, perhaps because there were few opponents in front of them, quite a number of Binggangsi rushed towards the back of Cheongmyeong, who had broken through the road.

one.

"store! Don't look back!”

The woman's soul reluctantly stopped such binge poems.

Hearing the desperate shouts coming from behind, Cheong-myeong walked and walked forward.

Not weird.

The cave, which didn't feel very long when we first entered, is now so long that we can't see the end.

vaginal.

With each step he took, dragging his immovable feet, his body continued to feel heavy as if he were running a weight.

My vision keeps getting blurry. All he could hear was the sound of his own breathing and heart that seemed to be extinguished at any moment.

dump.

In the end, Qingming fell to his knees and grabbed the floor with his bare hands as if scratching the floor.

'Do not be ridiculous.'

In the past, it was several times more difficult than this. It was more painful than this.

Qingming clenched his teeth. And he raised his body that seemed to be drooping.

'I am the plum blossom zone of the volcano.'

Dragging his immobile legs, he began to move forward again along the narrow, dark path.

How much longer would you have walked that way?

As he walked endlessly on the road that seemed to last forever, a pale ray of light finally began to appear in his eyes. had reached the joint.

I could clearly see the figure of a giant Asura and the back of the bishop kneeling beneath it, with a body full of bruises.

“You bastard……”

Guguguk.

Qingming drew his sword and staggered towards the bishop.

"Thousands...Majaerim...Manma blessings..."

The bishop's difficult mantras poured into his ears like magic over and over again.

“O heavenly horse…. Heavenly horse. Receive the blood of this body and come down to the world. Eventually, it will become a fire that will burn the world...”

There was no time to stop. Blood dripped from the bishop's wrist and dripped onto the pattern on the floor, seeping quickly.

Eventually, the pattern began to emit a huge blood-red brilliance.

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