Return of Mount Hua Sect

I'm joking about nothing. (4)

It was a hitting sound I had never heard in my life.

The people who gathered at the volcano discovered anew that a human fist and a human face could meet to produce these sounds.

rotate

Seonwooyang, who was hit by Cheongmyung's fist, rotated round and round in the air.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Blood spurted out of his nostrils and spread like mist in all directions, following Sun Woo-ryang's rotating body.

'If you do that well, you can create a rainbow, right?'

A rainbow made of blood.

Is there any other terrible thing like that in the world?

It feels like the line between common sense and nonsense is blurring.

Seonwoo-ryang, who was spinning while spitting blood, soon fell to the floor and convulsed. Seeing him like that, the voice of Cheongmyeong could be heard clearly in everyone's ears.

"I'm joking about nothing."

Cheongmyung spit on the floor. And he pulls out a wooden sword wrapped around his waist.

"Wake up. You bastard. It's not over yet. My anger doesn't end like this!"

It's a purgatory that roars like a lion, but it's not grandiose... … .

'It looks like it's dirty.'

It was the honest feelings of Yoon Jong.

"What……?"

The monk's beard is trembling.

'Hey, what is this... … .'

It happened right in front of my eyes, but I still don't understand what happened.

Cheongmyung seemed to disappear for a moment, then appeared in front of Seonwooryang and delivered a blow. And Seonwooyang, who was hit by the blow, literally spins like a top in the air and collapses to the floor.

This is the end of what Sama-Seong saw.

The problem is that it 'appears to have disappeared'.

'Did I miss that kid's movement?'

Even though he was not particularly nervous about the bimura between the three great disciples, is it reasonable to say that he, the elder of the last son, misses the movement of the three great disciples?

'No, no. No way!'

Sima Seung denied what he had seen. But this is not his fault. Even if someone other than Sima monk had been standing here, he would have reacted the same way.

Because everyone is inclined to deny and doubt when something happens that goes beyond their common sense.

"That cowardly bastard!"

At that moment, an angry voice heard from the side awakened Sima.

"You're making a surprise attack while we're having a conversation! The volcano doesn't even care!"

"That wicked bastard!"

“……”

It seemed that way to these children.

do it

The higher the level, the more surprising it is. For the great disciples, it is not surprising that they missed the movement of Qingming for a while.

But the sama is different. Isn't he the elder of the last son?

Sima Seung calmed his startled heart and concentrated on the non-stage again.

"Good luck! Get up!"

"Wake up! Excellent!"

The sound of cheering for Seonwoo-ryang is heard everywhere. Sima Seung looked at Seonwooryang, who had collapsed, with his eyes still in astonishment.

'I must have misunderstood.'

It will be.

no. So it should be.

"Wake up, ma'am. I didn't even mention the inside, what's the deal."

Cheongmyeong looked at Seonwooliang with blazing eyes.

From the south side of Jongnam, he was vomiting sparingly, but the sound of such a dog was not even heard by Cheongmyeong.

If you are on the non-stage, you will be Bi-Muji from that moment on. What does courtesy mean to freeze to death? They're like people who meet even if they go to war, shake hands, have a drink, and then start fighting.

"Turn it off... uhhh..."

At that moment, Sunwoo-ryang staggered and got up.

Although it was beaten coldly, it was a fist that did not carry any internal strength, so it would not have been enough to blow away consciousness.

What if it was internal?

dead! ask what

Watching Seon Woo-ryang rising from Cheong-myeong, he taps his shoulder with his wooden sword.

"Hurry up, get up. I have time... are you okay?"

Chengming's voice, mixed with irritability, quickly softened.

"Boo……."

gurgling.

gurgling gurgling.

This is because the blood of Seonji fell like a waterfall from the nose of the good man who raised his body.

He sees how much blood is oozing out, and in an instant, he wets the front of his head and pools to the floor. Even the clarity of the heavens was to the point of flinching.

Seonwoo-liang staggers and gets up, then gasps a few times before opening his mouth with difficulty.

"I, I can still fight..."

"Are you going to die?"

No, is he really going to die?

Does he usually bleed that much when his nose is broken? You know I should have hit a man in the face with a hollow fist.

Shen Yui supported his body with his trembling legs and covered his nose with both hands.

"Blood, blood doesn't stop..."

"Die! Man!"

Then you really die!

No, I'm not a person who's afraid of killing people, but it's not like this!

The first murder in my life to live again was crushed during the rain and died of excessive bleeding. What kind of bullshit is this!

Chongmyeong, who was cold, said looking back at Unam with his slightly tired face.

"Isn't he supposed to get some treatment?"

It's a murder day at a volcano.

"Well, that's the rule, uh..."

Unam, too, was embarrassed by the unexpected situation, so he can't cut it out properly. In this case, there is no regulation on whether it is possible to return to the treatment after treatment. I think we need to ask for the understanding of both sides, is this not the situation to ask for forgiveness in a relaxed way?

Boo Woo! Boo woo woo!

At that moment, Sunwooliang tore off the hem of my robe and started stuffing it into his nose.

Oh come?

Are you smart?

The hem of his shirt was stained with blood in an instant, but as he continued to stuff it, he seemed to have stopped the blood from escaping somehow. Liang Seon-woo, who had thus controlled the bleeding, took up his wooden sword and aimed at the Qingming.

Oh, are you going to keep going?

Obviously, the boys don't give up easily because they have whole bones. big Although the clans are different, they are unique… … .

"You cowardly bastard!"

"……Yes?"

Qingming's head twisted slightly.

"Shame... Cool! Shame! Cool! Cool! You're doing this without knowing it!"

Just do one thing, ma'am.

To be angry, be angry. If it hurts, it hurts.

"I'll tear you into shreds and give you dog food!"

Cheongmyung narrowed his brow.

For now, let's cancel the word special.

"No, do the young boys learn to swear first? Not all of them know the wisdom of humanity."

- Is that what you mean?

Oh, little! Come out when you can! What do I do now with the honor of the volcano? How about raising it?

Qingming grabbed his wooden sword and shook his head.

"I'm a little sorry, but now it's all about to disappear? Just don't talk about it..."

"Even if you come and bang your head and pray, it's already too late! You bastard! I'll crush your parents so they won't recognize you."

"Ah, keep whisking. It's fine now."

The sadness was completely gone.

Cheongmyeong also raised a wooden sword and aimed at Seonwooyang.

"Come on."

"...you motherfucker!"

"Come on, I'll show you what it's like not to brush a hair."

"Come on, right now!"

It was then!

"Good luck!"

A sharp voice bursts out from behind Seonwoo-ryang's back. Seonwoo-ryang, who turned his head reflexively, shudders when he sees Jin Geum-ryong's hardened face.

"Don't get excited. Don't downplay your opponent."

Seonwooyang looked back at Cheongmyeong with an apologetic face.

The two great disciples all subdued their opponents without getting hit, but they were more excited than necessary at the thought that only he had climbed up and was humiliated.

He grew up listening to the words that he couldn't show his abilities when he was excited, but he forgot that fact in practice.

Sun Woo-yang took a deep breath and controlled his mind. He felt something uncomfortable because he couldn't breathe through his nose, but he quickly regained his composure.

He cleared his breath and glared at Cheongmyeong with cold eyes that were different from before.

"It's a pretty good place to go!"

“…Yes. I did.”

Let's say so. I don't even know what I've done, but if you are, then so be it.

"If you stick to it properly, I'll let you know that the disciple of the volcano will never be the perfect match for the last man. In particular, you should be prepared. Don't expect circumstances in my hands."

"Yes. Is there a question? If you've done it, go ahead. It shows you what I really can't even touch."

"You will not even touch me!"

"Have you already been hit by one?"

Doesn't your nose hurt?

"I'm going to kill you! You bastard!

Seon-woo-yang swung his wooden sword and ran towards Cheong-myeong.

As if he had regained his composure, the tip of his sword gave off a sharp anticipation. It was not a waste of a reputation as the best among Jongnam's three great disciples.

No matter who the volcano was, it would not have been easy to deal with Seonwoo-ryang. Even if the second disciple came out, not the third disciple.

However, it is very unfortunate for Sunwoo-ryang, but the opponent was too bad.

His opponent is none other than the volcanic catastrophe, Cheongmyeong.

"no!"

Qingming pulls his wooden sword all the way back.

Then, he ran at full speed towards the running Sunwoo-ryang.

"Huh?"

The sword of Qingming, which had been stretched out backwards, was swung at lightning speed and struck Seonwooliang's head.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

He didn't even sleep and avoid.

By what means do you have to avoid the invisible sword?

Sunwoo Liang opens his mouth and rolls his eyes.

'It's dead.'

'no way. That's enough to die.'

'It's polite to die.'

Seonwoo-ryang's body crumbles to pieces. However, Qingming had no intention of stopping at that level.

"recently!"

Aaaaaah!

One more shot before I fall.

"You bastards!"

Aaaaaah!

One more room again!

"No manners! No manners!"

Seon Woo-ryang's body collapsed to the floor, and the wooden sword of Cheong-myung literally slashes at him.

"I didn't do that at the time, eh!"

If he heard a hearing from the sky, it was a remark that he would throw the captain (仙仗) he was holding and make bubbles.

But unfortunately, the seon world cannot participate in the present world.

"Hey!"

Whoops!

Cheongmyung, who had finally kicked up the standing crotch, turned his body around.

Seonwooyang, which had soared three sheets into the air, fell to the floor.

woohoo!

Qingming clicked his tongue.

"Even if I didn't swear, I was going to be gentle with you. Anyway, these days, hey!"

Hearing that conscience can't even be found in the eye of an ant, all the three great disciples vowed not to swear at him no matter what.

"Oh right."

Qingming turned his body again and stretched out to the floor and approached the convulsive Zen Yuu.

Then he reached out and pulled out the hem of his robe that was covering his nose.

The blocked blood begins to flow again one after another.

"How is it. You couldn't even brush it?"

The method is a little different, though.

Cheongmyung turns his head to look towards Jongnam.

Neither Sima Seung, Jin Geum-ryong, nor the other disciples of the Jong-nam could shut their mouths wide open. He just stared blankly at Cheongmyeong with a mixture of astonishment and bewilderment.

"Surprised."

I haven't even started yet, but if you're already surprised, I'll use it.

Cheong-myung glances at them and returns to his camp.

Looking at the back, the sama monk muttered unknowingly.

"What the hell is this..."

But no one here knew that this was just the beginning.

Except for one thing, Cheongmyeong.

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