Return of Mount Hua Sect

I don't know anything like distribution! (5)

“I… … !”

Heo San-ja's face was contorted.

What a special sword I am.

The fantasy-like flowers dazzle people's eyes and hide their sharpness in the dizziness.

It wasn't just a beautiful sight.

It's dangerous again. It was a sight like a poisonous weed with a deadly poison hidden in colorful colors.

It is incomprehensible.

I hate to admit it, but the volcano is a prestigious school. Judging from the history of Taoism, it was also a place much closer to hostility than a shaman. However, he did not know how to understand that the sword spread out in such a place was so special.

Whoa ah ah ah!

The petals that soared all at once fell like rain.

Heo San-ja knows the dangers of that beautiful sight better than anyone, but even that moment, his eyes were taken away by the dancing petals.

And that moment.

Paaaaah!

Jo Geul, who appeared through Hwawoo, flew to Muho like an island battle.

Jo-Gul, who moved like a shot arrow, fired a powerful blow at Muho's empty head.

Awesome love!

A strong blow as if it was going to split Muho in two! It was a typical strong sword that was completely different from the sword that the joggers usually spread.

“No, no!”

At that scene, Heo Sanja unconsciously screamed and got up half way.

one.

Kaaaah!

The moment Jo-Geul's sword was about to split Mu-Ho's head, Mu-Ho's sword, drawn like a lightning bolt, blocked Jo-Girl's flying sword.

Kaga, go, go!

The sword and the sword collided, sparks spurted in all directions. A fierce battle between the sword that weighed and pressed down and the sword that tried to let it flow continued for a short time.

Woodduck.

Muho's eyes lit up at the pain he felt in his wrist.

'Blocked.'

It could have been a terrifying day.

If he had lacked concentration a little bit, if he had been distracted a little more by that flashy sword, he would have been drenched in blood by now.

But it was blocked.

Muho called for joy in his heart.

It was clear that the status of the Jo-Geul was superior to what he expected, but it was not enough to overwhelm him. It was self-evident that victory would be his if he could stop the monstrous anomaly.

'I won... … .'

But at that moment.

'Well?'

Muho's face hardened in an instant.

The corner of Jo-Gul's mouth, which had been pressing down on him above his head, was curled up.

'Are you laughing?'

It was a happy smile.

It was not the expression of a person who was blocked from the attack of conversion. This was a smile that could only be put on when everything was going according to your will.

Muho sensed that something was wrong, retrieved his sword and tried to take a defensive stance.

goofy!

"Well?"

But the sword did not fall.

Jo-Gul's sword grabbed his sword, as if it had been glued together, and did not let go.

The energy emanating from Jo- Geul

's sword was entangling him and pulling him in. '

What kind of strength...!' No matter how hard I tried , I couldn't pull the

sword out . The sword that flows like flowing water is bound to be cut off when the sword stops, but the swordsmanship of Jo-geol soaring to the sky still does not lose its power. It is not the petals that dazzle the eyes . " Lee!" Muho raised all his internal strength and tried to remove the leech's sword, but no matter how hard he tried, it was no use . Oops!” Momentarily impatient, Muho released his strength in an instant and struck Jo-Geul strongly. No, he tried to hit it. But at that moment . Crazy!' No matter how hand-crafted it is, Muho's sword also radiates sword energy. If it was a little clumsy, it wouldn't be surprising if all of his fingers were cut off . It was a dangerous act, but the effect was very clear. As the sword and hand were held and stretched at the same time, Muho's sword could not move as if it had been placed on a mountain, and only made a sad iron sound . I glanced back and saw the red storm coming over him. Hwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa than for Muho , the petals swept through Muho's whole body . Muho 's wounded whole body convulsed. Taecheonggi was wrapped around his body, but the flying plum sword ripped through his strength so lightly. locked in the body Muho, who was moaning in pain, suddenly looked up at the thought that flashed through his mind for a moment. If the sword swept across a wide area like this, wouldn't even the author of Jo Girl be safe? Muho looked at Jo-Geul and widened his eyes. My body trembled as if it had been struck by lightning. If he had been fine, he wouldn't have been very surprised. However, Jo Girl was smiling brightly, revealing the plum blossom sword that I flew into her body. Muho realized. 'I lacked the resolve.' He struggled, but Jo-Gal took the fight. that… … That very small difference made the difference. pooh. Feeling the plum blossoms piercing his back, Muho lost consciousness and collapsed on the spot. visor! A sharp sound echoed as the Songmungo sword fell to the non-stage floor and spread outside the non-stage. widely. Jo-Gul lightly descended to the floor and looked down at her own legs. The bridge was covered in blood as plum blossoms were passing by. But that kind of didn't matter. He clenched his fists as he watched Muho collapsed unconscious for a moment. “I won aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” His voice filled with joy echoed through the frozen audience. “… … That crazy guy.” “I’m not crazy, I’m crazy.” “It must be right!” Baek Cheon, Yoon Jong, and Yoo Yi Seol exhaled life at the same time. It's crazy enough. Who in the world uses my body as a bait in the bimu? Even when it hurts like that. “That man… … .” In particular, Dangsoso, who had to heal the wounds, was breathing fire from both eyes. The three people who were angry before the shrill sound of her teeth shuddering trembled. A low growl sounded gloomy in his ears. “Do you know what piece of cloth your body is? When you get hurt, do you just sew it up and finish it?” “… … Ji, calm down, Soso.” “Anyway, did you win? Yes?" Eventually, the anger exploded. “Winning is not the end! What if I had been seriously injured like that? That idiot!” “Still, it’s the death penalty, Soso.” "So what? I don't know anything like distribution! That’s just so obvious today!” Baek Cheon and Yoon Jong, who were suppressed by the momentum of Dang Soso, who had their eyes turned on, apologized without realizing it. “… … sorry." “I apologize in return.” “Anyway!” As Dang So-so clenched his fists and sharpened his teeth again, the three of them quickly avoided their gaze and looked towards the non-stage. Jo-Gal was still dazzled with her hands raised. “Because I can’t dry it anyway.” To be honest, I couldn't predict a win. In Baek Chun's eyes, Jo Girl had a little more victory, but he couldn't be sure because the game had to depend on luck and circumstances at the time. 'It sounds like an idiot.' Considering that Jo-Gal would have had such an adventure if it was her own game, it probably wasn't. This was a battle that had to be won from the volcano's point of view. It was important to subdue the baseline in order for the volcano, which was being pushed back from the overall power, to win. Jo-Gul knew that too, so it was too much of an effort to win the victory. Although it is invisible, the responsibility for the volcano rests heavily on those shaky shoulders. Although he is only a third-generation disciple, Jo-Geul, too, has become an equal, carrying the name of Hwasan on his back. 'guy.' Baekcheon smiled quietly at the pride that filled his chest. By the way… … . “Why isn’t that bastard coming down?” “… … It seems like a mountain that won’t come down until all the shamans get it in their eyes and turn their heads, don’t they?” “… … Someone go and get him out right now.” "Yes." Yoon-jong ran over to the offstage, kicked Jo-Gul's ass, grabbed his ear, and pulled him out. Seeing the scene, Baekcheon sighed deeply. “Is it reliable or not… … .” For that, Cheng Myung alone is enough. “Ouch! It hurts! execution! Ah! It hurts!” “It must hurt! They say it hurts, but of course it has to hurt!” “Ah, is it okay to treat someone who came back victorious like this?” "noisy." When Yoonjong let go of his ear, Jo-Geul spread her shoulders as if she had been stingy. “Well, I thought it would be great because he was a great disciple of a shaman.” “Isn’t it great?” "Nope. Was it great?” “… … .” What is this bastard? Jo-Geul said firmly while receiving everyone's fat gazes on her body. “The pressure is no joke. It's a sword I've never seen before. It doesn't seem like he's doing anything in particular, but it's getting harder and harder as if he's drowning in a swamp." "Well." “It is not easy to see. If I had fought normally as it was, I might have lost.” “… … So he must be a shaman.” My heart, which had been slightly relaxed, was quickly settled. Baek Cheon realized Jo-Gul's growth in the conversation a while ago. If you were a jogger in the past, you would have been busy boasting that you won against a great disciple of the shaman. 'I'll have to work hard too.' Baekcheon was just about to embrace such a warm heart. “But hey, I won because I won! Hehe!” “… … .” I decided to put my warm heart on hold for a while. “Anyway, it’s not an opponent you can’t fight! A little caution is enough... … . Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Suddenly, Jo-Geul fell on the spot and screamed desperately. Dang So-so, who was approaching me, had a raccoon-like face and grabbed the wound on Jo-geol's leg. “Ah, are you happy to win?” “Aww! Soso! there! evil! Bane there... … .” “Ah, here?” "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Everyone who saw Soso's fingers digging into the wound tightly closed their eyes as if they had made a promise. "haha. Our executioner was hurt a lot. I have to treat you again.” “Oh no! I just got hurt! Better leave it alone! You can saliva!” "no way. what nonsense I'll clean up for you." A large needle was pulled out of the sleeve of Dangsoso. The word “Daechim” was too big, thick, and sharp enough to be funny. To be honest, it was close to an awl. asked in a trembling voice. “Chi, why are you salivating? I wasn’t wearing my underwear.” “You have to sew.” "Yes?" “This is a needle.” “… … that?" "Yes." “… … If that's a needle, even an earthworm would be a dragon... … . Aaaaaah!” Dang Soso dragged Jo-geol to the corner for a question-and-answer dance. The disciples of the volcano shook off the goosebumps that had grown all over their bodies and trembled. 'You must never get hurt.' 'I'd rather die than get hurt.' It was the moment when one more condition was added to this secret dance. Baekcheon smiled bitterly and glanced at the shaman. They could not even think of rectifying Muho, who had fallen on the non-stage, and were frozen in shock. 616