Return of Mount Hua Sect

Haha, what a great person came. (4)

Lee Dong-baek frowned.

regret? Did I say regret now?

'The young man is fearless.'

The usual Lee Song-baek is not someone who judges others based on their age or status. But this young volcanic disciple was too self-indulgent.

'No matter how cool it is.'

He is not old enough to know exactly the difference between his own clan and other cliques, and to decide his words and actions. I understand there.

But, how can a swordsman of the Tamun faction, who has at least one head bigger than himself, have such an attitude?

'Think bold.'

Lee Dong-baek sighed a little and continued.

"Are you saying you'll agree to the secretariat?"

"Yes."

The answer is too blunt.

Finally, Lee Song-baek opened his mouth with the intention of showing generosity to a child.

"Can I ask Doho?"

"There is no Doho. My name is Cheongmyeong."

"Cheongmyung, it's Cheongmyung."

The reason for asking me for a name I already knew is simple.

"Look. Cheongmyeong Dojang. I will give you one piece of advice. You may think that there is nothing wrong with Cheongmyeong Dojang right now, but the world's affairs are not determined solely by one's own faults.

"Aren't you fighting?"

The transport bag twitches.

As if he was bored, he yawned and stretched out.

"It looks like you guys are fighting with their mouths. Why did you argue that we should fight first, then leave a good knife behind and talk about it?"

“……”

Lee Dong-baek smiled brightly.

'My ram is still lacking a lot.'

Seeing the desire to destroy this wretched bastard soared so well.

"There's no need to rush. I'm thinking of starting now."

As Lee Dong-baek grabbed his sword, Go-hwi gently grabbed Lee Dong-baek's sleeve.

"The death penalty. Do you plan to do it yourself?"

Lee Song-baek looks back at Go Hwi.

"You don't have to go out on your own. I'll do it."

"no."

"execution."

Lee Dong-baek says with firm eyes.

"There is such a thing as the minimum courtesy. However, I am the most mature among them, so wouldn't it be a relief for that child to fight me?"

In the end, Gohwi sighed and stepped back.

'Anyway, the death penalty is too savvy, so it's a mask.'

His personality is a person who will be able to become a great disciple.

"Jongnam's Malhak Lee Songbaek wants to interrogate the sword of Qingming, a disciple of Hwasan."

"Oh, wait a minute."

"...and what else?"

Cheongmyung tilted her head slightly and looked at Gohwi.

"Lend me a sword."

“……”

Gohwi's eyes widened.

'Can I borrow your sword? Still, how can a disciple of a prestigious class do such a bald head?'

The first thing you learn when you enter the checkpoint is not to hand over your sickness to others. But you asked me to shamelessly hand over the sword!

"You mean that the disciple of the sword doesn't even carry a sword?"

"Well, did you know there was going to be a fight?"

"An alternative volcano..."

"Drink if you don't like it."

Qingming looked around.

"Let's see. Something worth using as a sword..."

Lee Dong-baek frowned.

"Give me."

"execution!"

"Do you want to hear that the disciple of the last man persecuted the disciple of the volcano who did not even hold a sword?"

“……”

Gohwi sighed at Lee Song-baek's words. Then he released the sword from his waist and threw it at Cheongmyeong.

"thank."

Cheong-myeong, who took the sword, holds the sword in one hand and looks at Lee Dong-baek with deep eyes.

"Do you want to start?"

“…are you planning not to pull it out?”

"It's not going to kill anything. You can pull it out. You can pull it out."

Lee Dong-baek closed his eyes tightly.

'Shimma. Simma.'

When I'm talking to this guy, it feels like the discipline I've been through is disappearing in an instant.

Lee Dong-baek, who closed his eyes and took a deep breath, raised his sword.

Originally, I was going to kick him out by surprise, but I don't think that's enough. Aside from personal ill feelings... … .

' Judging from the things he does and talk about, unless one of them is broken, he will not listen to him and eat it.'

It was Lee Dong-baek who accurately judged the character of Cheong-myeong with only a short conversation.

"I'll pick up my sword."

"Yeah, what."

Cheongmyung raised his sword in a serious way.

Seeing that, Lee Dong-baek narrows his forehead slightly.

"It'd be better to do it right. My hands are toxic and it's already too late to swear."

"there."

"Well?"

Qingming took a deep breath.

"Let's do it quickly. What's going to piss me off? Come on."

"……this!"

Aging finally appeared on Lee Song-baek's face.

"I'll change your habit!"

In the end, Lee Song-baek, who threw away all manners and everything, flew in a straight line towards Cheongmyeong.

Paaah!

Jongnam's sword is simple and clear.

Among the old schools, each of the places that are famous for their swordsmanship and Taoism have distinct characteristics. The shaman's sword is soft, the volcanic sword is splendid, the fortune teller's sword is swift, and the Jongnam's sword is serious.

A heavy sword, excluding all changes and remnants, was slashed towards the neck of Cheongmyeong.

Cheongmyung lightly raised his sword to block the flying sword of Lee Dong-baek.

Kaang!

The blade and the blade collide, producing a sharp metallic sound.

"Taha!"

At that moment, Lee Dong-baek swings his sword again and comes to aim at Cheong-myeong's side.

fast and strong Even if there was time to counterattack, he would not have the courage to counterattack due to the force of the sword that splits his waist in half.

Kaang!

And this time, Cheongmyeong lowered his sword to block Lee Dong-baek's attack.

slow down.

Cheongmyung could not bear the heavy weight and took a step back.

Lee Song-baek, who had seized the flag, swung his sword hotly and began to drive the Qingming.

"Oh."

Gohwi, who watched the two of them fight, smiled relaxedly.

"The executioner seems to be quite angry. He doesn't seem to want to end it easily."

"Yes?"

"That child did a lot of scratching the inside of the death penalty. Tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.

"Is the death penalty scolding that child now?"

"Yes. You can finish it any time you want, but aren't you getting along in moderation? Perhaps that child who is blocking the death penalty right now is going to die."

just as expected. Qingming kept retreating back and forth.

Looking at the scene, Yuan-su (魏寒洙) tilts his head.

"Isn't it too good to block things like that?"

"That's the great thing about the death penalty. What would you say if the death penalty took that child down in an instant?"

"Ah……."

"They quickly grasped the child's limitations and pushed him with only enough power and speed to barely block it. He didn't hit a single one, but he was teaching enough."

Gohwi shrugged.

"It's too big a lesson to give to a cheeky kid. That kid should know that. Don't miss the move of the death penalty."

"Yes!"

Gohwi clicks his tongue slightly.

'How can that gentle man be so angry? You must be angry like me. The death penalty shouldn't be too exciting.'

However, contrary to the sentiments of those who saw it from behind, Lee Dong-baek, who was attacking, was to die.

Kaang!

'Are you going to stop again?'

weird.

Shouldn't this be blocked?

Contrary to what Gohwi said that he was playing with the right amount of power and speed, Lee Song-baek was now accelerating the fastest he could.

'Why is this blocked?'

The devil used to sing.

The sword of clarity is never fast. It was a sword that was not slow enough to be cramped.

However, with such a movement, it amazingly blocks Lee Dong-baek's sword.

The slow sword unknowingly preoccupies the place where Lee Dong-baek's sword will go and waits patiently.

'Does this make sense unless it's in my head?'

Can you read swords?

No, not at that level.

There is no way for a young disciple of Hwasan to read the sword, and even if he did, this would be common sense impossible.

In order to block his sword with that slow sword, as soon as Lee Dong-baek shakes his sword... … No, before he can shake his sword, he must first read Lee Dong-baek's thoughts and move his sword.

How could such a thing be possible if Qingming wasn't a ghost?

"Taaaah!"

Lee Dong-baek vomited a spirit and swung his sword strongly.

No matter how closely I looked at the child in front of me, I wonder if he was only fifteen now. Judging from his age, he is only comparable to his youngest brother. However, such a child is blocking Lee Dong-baek's sword without showing any difficulty.

His sword, which is said to be one of the most powerful weapons in the last generation!

'This is impossible!'

Lee Dong-baek's sword began to show internal strength.

Clearly, it started off as a light weapon, but the inner strength of the new sword that he was unaware of was getting stronger.

Awesome love!

A strong wind blew out from the sword.

Kaaaah!

However, even Lee Dong-baek's sword, which was loaded with history, could not push away the sword of Cheong-myeong.

Wall.

this is a wall

No matter how hard I try, I can't get through. It's like a wall made of hand-made steel.

"profit!"

With an Ogi-chan, Lee Dong-bag, he swung his sword as hard as he could.

"I!"

Seeing the sword wind emanating from Lee Song-baek's sword, Go-hwi screamed involuntarily.

"The death penalty! Do not get excited!"

Go-hwi's sharp voice could be heard clearly even in Lee Song-baek's ears.

'Oh, what did I do!'

Lee Dong-baek quickly recovered the history of the sword. The heavy momentum disappears, and the sword that is only fast strikes the sword of the blue light.

By the way.

Aww!

Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was an explosion, and Cheong Myung's body bounced back like an arrow.

"Huh?"

And it hangs right on the wall.

woohoo!

shit. blatantly!

There was a spider's web crack on the wall where Qingming was locked in. Soon, Cheong-myeong's body slid down to the floor.

“……”

Lee Song-baek opened his eyes.

"execution!"

Gohwi ran away in a panic.

"What have you done to the child!"

"Oh no, I..."

Obviously I lost my strength.

Even with all his might, he couldn't get a single scratch. But, does it make sense to say that he fell out of the way while blocking the sword without his strength?

That was the moment.

"Cruckle."

Qingming, who collapsed on the floor, convulsed and suddenly began to spurt blood from his mouth like a fountain.

"Hey hey!"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Everyone was frightened and ran to Qingming. There was only one person, Lee Dong-man, standing there blankly with a face as if possessed by a ghost.

"Puuuuuuuu!"

A fountain of blood rushes upwards violently.

Wow… … . Blood can spurt out of a person's mouth like that.

Anyone can see that I was wrong. whoever sees

"execution!"

“……”

I will welcome you

Lee Song-baek didn't know what was going on right now.

"Kreuk. Kreuk."

Seonji-like blood drips from Cheongmyung's mouth. Anyone who sees it looks like he's overdressed. It doesn't seem strange even if you stop breathing like this.

It was the moment when Lee Dong-baek suddenly came to his senses and was about to run to Cheong-myeong.

"What the hell is this!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the place where the sound came from.

Lee Dong-baek had no choice but to close his eyes tightly with a dark face.

With a face full of anger he had never seen before, Hwangjong was staring at him with a trembling beard.

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