Return of Mount Hua Sect

I don't know anything like distribution! (2)

“That damn bastard… … .”

In the end, harsh swear words came out of the mouths of the shaman disciples who had endured and endured. Unlike the volcano, for those who have thoroughly followed the strict rules of the Tao, this was by no means common.

However, those who watched what was happening now would never be able to blame the shaman's disciples.

Who is Mujin?

As one of the shaman's three swords, he was certain to inherit the position of the shaman's first sword in the future.

“Jogirl?”

I've heard the name.

A member of the Volcano Five Swordsman who gained fame from the non-dance show.

However, although the shaman three swords and the volcanic five swords may sound similar to each other, the weight is different.

Even Jo Geul, who is only a third-generation disciple, dares to do that to a great disciple who is not even the second disciple of a shaman, or Mujin, who is one of the first of the great disciples?

All of the shaman's disciples could not hide their anger and they simmered. And it was none other than Jinhyeon who hardened his face the most.

“Did you say jo-girl?”

"Well?"

“It’s spherical.”

A gust of wind was blowing in his eyes as he stared at Jo-Geul.

It was definitely a face he had seen before during the decisive battle at Hwayeongmun. It is true that Jo Geul at that time promoted Lee Dae Disciple of the shaman, but it was not at the level that he dared to be Jin Hyun's opponent.

At least in Jinhyun's opinion.

But now, that girl is completely ignoring Jinhyun. Even though Jo-Gul's fame has risen incomparably over the past years, Jin-Hyeon's point of view could not be accepted.

“I’m bored… … . Of course, I'm not a good person, but you don't think I'm a person worthy of being devalued so much, do you?"

At Jinhyeon's words, Jo Girl rolled up the corners of his mouth.

“It’s not that I specifically ignored him, but I’m still a person called Volcano Five Gum, and that part… … wealth… … . Huh?"

Joe Girl, who was talking coolly, tilted his head for a moment.

“I’m sorry, but what was your name? I'm sure I've heard of it, but it's a bit vague."

Baekcheon, who was watching all this from behind, shut his eyes tightly. Next to him, Jong-Yun Yoon nodded his head as if he was a Jo-Girl.

“When I told you to provoke, I smashed the head with a wooden sword.”

Sososo shook his head as if there was no answer.

“I’m embarrassed because I’m from the same Sichuan.”

“… … Let’s watch a little bit longer.”

At Baekcheon's gloomy voice, everyone's eyes turned to the non-stage again.

“It’s an indefinite sword.”

"Oh right. saber sword. And I said sword dragon.”

Jo-Geul, who was muttering, grinned.

In the past, the sword dragon was a high-profile nickname that he did not even dare to look up at.

one now... … It means nothing.

The stars symbolizing Kang-ho's late index all faded in front of the names of Cheong-myeong and Hye-yeon.

“In the past, I would have been able to give strength to my shoulders by catching a sword dragon, but now I am a bit better at that.”

Jinhyeon clenched his molars at the sight of him shrugging.

“Can I break that arrogance?”

“… … No, then you keep saying that because I'm in trouble. If this were a win streak, we could beat you and face someone more famous, but this time we only have one chance.”

“… … .”

Without realizing it, Jinhyun grabbed the sword that was caught at his waist.

It is true that he was defeated by the disciple of Hwasan in the past, but he was also a promising late index of the shaman. No one would ever be treated like this by the three great disciples of Hwasan.

“How far are you going to do it? … .”

“Ah, I can do this!”

At that moment, Jo-Geul clapped her hands and her eyes lit up.

“It’s okay if the elder there allows it, but I’d rather do it this way. I'll stick with it. Instead of."

"Instead of?"

When Jinhyun asked with a questionable face, Jo Geul smiled.

“If I win, let me fight one more person. It’s okay if we don’t win the match against them.”

"this!"

“How dare this motherfucker… … !”

The shaman's disciples roared as if they were going to beat Jo-Geul at any moment. However, he could not go to the non-stage by passing the man who was standing in front of him.

right.

Jinhyeon's tightly bitten lips burst open, and a thin stream of blood flowed out. His fists were now pale and white with blood.

Seeing him holding back his anger and trembling to the point of being pathetic, Baekcheon covered his face with both hands.

"who… … Who told you to let that bastard ship out?”

“Not me.”

“Neither am I.”

“… … .”

Cheongmyung, who had insisted on letting him go, smiled awkwardly and raised his hand.

“… … You seem to be doing well, don't you?"

"do well?"

"What… … Anyway, did you achieve your goal? I think the provocation worked well?”

Baek Cheon, who had his face buried in his hands, blinked and rolled his eyes.

“I asked him to pour some cold water, and he poured boiling water on his face, but was it okay? this?"

“… … Anyway what... … .”

A drop of sweat was also dripping down Qingming's forehead.

No, I didn't know you could do that.

It was said that Cheong-chul-oram was Cheong-eo-ram, and Cheong-myeong was not even sure that he could go out there and scrape the inside as much as that. Yoonjong asked in a slightly anxious voice.

“Sook. Do you want me to bring you down now?”

“… … Does that make sense?”

"Of course, that's a disgrace, but it's better than leaving him alone... … .”

Of course, there was some truth to what Yoon Jong said. But this was a secret dance with a shaman. It was impossible to bring them back before fighting.

Fortunately, the shaman responded first before their troubles deepened.

“Heh heh heh heh.”

Heo San-ja burst out laughing out loud.

“It’s always a pleasure to see the spirit of a young swordsman.”

Heo San-ja's eyes stared straight at Jo-geol. Contrary to his soft words, his eyes were far from favorable.

“But the cowboy. Excessive courage leads to perseverance, and excessive self-confidence leads to anger. Can the sojourner handle his words? If you don’t do it, it could be a big inconvenience to the monk, right?”

Hearing those threatening words, Jo-Gal raised a sword stuck in its sheath and tapped my neck and said.

“The disciple of the volcano does not say irresponsible things, elder.”

"her."

Heo Sanji looked at him intently and nodded his head.

“Good. not like that.”

"Five?"

“However, as you said, whether this match wins or loses, I will not include it in the outcome of the match. Instead, the winner will compete with the next person to decide the winner.”

Jo-Geul smiled and seemed to scramble.

“It is a wise decision.”

However, Heo San-ja did not even look at Jo-geol, who was squeezing, and turned her attention to Jin-hyeon.

“Jinhyun.”

“Yes, elder.”

“Do you know what to do?”

"of course."

“Go.”

"Yes!"

Jinhyun took a step forward with a sullen face.

The sword dragon, who slowly climbed onto the non-stage, looked around. Then the cheers of those who had been waiting to see Bimu erupted.

“It’s a sword dragon!”

“I’m a sword dragon called the most powerful disciple of the shaman Lee Dae-jae!”

Probably because it is infinite like the front yard of a shaman, there were a lot of people who recognized Jinhyun's existence just by looking at his face. At first, the cheers that were focused on the volcano quickly turned toward the shaman with Jinhyeon's appearance.

Receiving the cheers, Jinhyun quietly opened his mouth.

“It was a path I had to follow because there was someone to insult me, so I didn’t know that I would be ignored like this.”

“An appetite? Oh, are you private?”

Jo Girl laughed bitterly.

In the past, Jinhyeon had been defeated by Baekcheon in a battle with Hwayoungmun due to the confrontation between Jongdogwan and Hwayeongmun.

“It’s appetite… … . That’s something anyone who has spent a good amount of time can do.”

“Am I wasting that time?”

“Of course it wouldn’t be a waste, but… … .”

Joe Geul muttered his words meaningfully, then laughed bitterly.

“Words have no meaning. Please come. I will tell you with the sword.”

As if words were enough now, Jo Girl slowly drew her sword.

“It doesn’t fit the subject of the dou… … .”

Jinhyun, who was about to say something, shut his mouth for a moment.

'What?'

different.

Before pulling out the sword, the Jo-girl was like a living shell. He did not show any seriousness, and he was only infinitely light.

However, the sharpness of the Jo-Girl with her sword was felt. Jinhyeon, slightly startled by the momentum, almost took a step back without realizing it, but desperately grabbed his body.

Many thoughts came and went through his mind.

Perhaps the author's attitude was not due to arrogance, but to well-founded confidence... … .

'What nonsense!'

How much time has passed since then?

Even if the author was a once-in-a-lifetime genius, he would not have been able to surpass him in just that much time.

"after!"

With a short exhalation, Jinhyun slowly drew his sword. When the Songmungo sword, which symbolizes a shaman, was held in his hand, it felt like his shaky heart had suddenly subsided.

'Don't be shaken.'

Competing against opponents who have never experienced it properly on such an open stage can be a burden for anyone. In that case, you should not lose your gaze and heart to the other person's words and actions.

All you have to believe is yourself and your sword.

Jinhyeon's energy fell heavily.

Unlike the freedom of the volcano, it was a heavy and serious energy. The words that spread and flow without clogging and lively, were more accurate than anything else.

'I've been trying.'

In order to humiliate that terrible defeat, to overcome the humiliation that does not disappear from his heart.

'Hwajeong Sword. And the volcanic god dragon!'

Among them, his opponents are only the two of them. How can he be a sword dragon and claim to be the shaman's number one player only if he can't win even a single one like this!

The moment the decision was completely made, the sword moved.

“Taaaaah!”

A purplish-blue black energy spurted out like flowing water.

A shaman's unique, flawless swordsmanship. Jinhyeon from the past has also been shown. However, if the sword energy at that time was a stream, then the sword energy that Jinhyeon exudes now is like a big river.

A heavy and dignified sword flow flew over, carrying a sense of weight.

It was enough to realize how much he had been training to cut bones. The original shaman's sword had the characteristic of getting stronger as time passed, but even taking this into account, it was a remarkable growth.

'When is that child?'

Heo San-ja, who was watching, clenched his fists involuntarily.

I couldn't understand it properly, because I usually only show myself focusing on my training without saying a word, but when did I become so strong?

Mujin was not the only one who was strengthened by defeat. Jinhyeon, too, endured the ordeal of shaving his bones by using the devastating defeat as fertilizer.

'It's done!'

There was no need to even worry about winning or losing.

That stable and heavy energy is second to none of his great disciples. It was not a sword that only the three great disciples of the volcano could take.

It was at that time that Sanja Heo was so sure.

"hot!"

Seeing the sword-like energy of a flowing river, Jogeul let out a short sigh and flew forward like a swallow.

'from now on?'

It was the front, not the back or the side. It seemed like a reckless act, as if tossing yourself into a torrent swelled by heavy rain.

“That idiot… … .”

Heo San-ja was startled, hoping to see a lot of blood from the beginning. Then, an unbelievable scene began to unfold.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

The simple jogger's sword, which rushed to the front and sharply cut it, met with a sword like water. Then, Jin-hyeon's sword, which was rushing in with great momentum, split left and right and started to swerve to Jo-Geul's side.

The eyes of those who were watching were so wide that they couldn't get bigger.

“Go, you say?”

that?

“Oh no! This is the beginning!”

The black face of a shaman.

As if to be cut off, as if to be cut off You can cut the sword once. It can also blow the sword twice. However, it is impossible to block the sword energy that is like a river that flows endlessly to the end.

Jinhyeon also knew that fact, so he did not panic in the slightest and quietly swung his sword.

The split and reunited swords rushed toward Jo-Geul with a stronger and more majestic force than before.

“Hmm.”

At that moment, a faint smile crept across Jo-Gul's lips.

Of course, the author's sword is strong. and it is heavy

But… … .

'I've been tired of seeing this for so long!'

They have different experiences, and the difficulties they have overcome are different. No matter how hard you try, you can't get out of the inside of a flower that has grown and grown indoors.

Having overcame the sharp winds of the North Sea and the shovels of Yunnan, this sword did not pose any threat to him.

Paaah!

Jo-Gul's feet hit the ground hard.

"I!"

“Hey, crazy!”

Then he lightly stepped on the flying sword with his feet and lifted his body.

It was an unbelievable adventure that would have blown off the ankle even if there was a slight deviation.

The light body and the sense of balance close to the divine were enough to use the flying sword as a stepping stone.

Paah! Paaah!

Jo-Gul stepped forward and stepped forward. It was like salmon climbing up a cascading waterfall.

Jinhyeon widened her eyes in shock as she saw Jo-Geul coming over the sword.

'What?'

I was so surprised that I couldn't keep up with my thoughts.

But he is also a disciple of a shaman who overcame hardships. Before his head could even think of it, his body moved first, and he swung his sword towards the flying jogger.

Kaaaah!

However, before the sword was fully extended, Jo-Gul's plum sword occupied the target position.

“It’s slow.”

“… … .”

While the sword and the sword were scratching each other's blades, Jo-Gul and Jin-Hyeon's eyes collided in mid-air.

“Take a good look, Master.”

Paah!

Jo-Gul's sword momentarily retreated back. And it flew straight toward Jinhyeon's neck like a beam of light.

great sword.

I thought it was something white, and the blade was already almost touching my neck. Jinhyun was startled and turned his head to the side.

spatula.

The skin cracked slightly and felt a burning pain. But now was not the time to be concerned about that.

Paaah! Paah! Paaah!

It was because the terrifying stabs flew one after another because it was not fast. The sword that stretched out in an instant made scars all over Jinhyeon's body, dyeing his uniform red.

'Uh, how... … .'

He immediately retreated back without hesitation.

The sword was not visible.

This was a problem before discussing the martial arts. With his eyes, it was impossible to discern the path of that absurdly fast-moving sword.

How are you supposed to deal with this?

And the moment he realized that fact, only one thought popped into Jinhyun's head.

'Am I losing?'

It can't be.

I've been training non-stop. He vowed to one day defeat the Hwajeong Sword and the Volcanic Divine Dragon and restore the honor of him and the monk who had been thrown into the ground. It was the years of forgetting even the erosion of training while only reflecting on that goal.

By the way… … .

How could you be defeated by such a mongrel that is neither Baekcheon nor Qingming?

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

Jinhyeon did not dodge the flying sword for a moment, but went to hit the Songmungo sword.

"I!"

“Jinhyun-ah!”

If they can't win, Dong Gui-jin will stab each other and die together. It was absolutely not a number that could come out of Bimu.

“Die!”

Jo Geol twisted her lips strangely as she watched the Songmungo sword stabbed straight at the Myungchi.

Paaaah!

Jo-geol's sword, which had been extended forward, was retrieved at a faster speed and struck the side of the flying Songmungo sword strongly.

Chae-ae!

He couldn't respond to the shock flying from the side of Jinhyeon's sword, which had given him all the power to stab his opponent. The sword, like the life of a swordsman, ripped open his grip and bounced off.

Songmungo sword soaring into the air as it spins round and round.

Now the rest of the ending was so obvious that it was not necessary to look at it.

"Eww… … .”

The focus disappeared from Jinhyun's eyes for a moment.

Aww!

And at that moment, Jo-Gal's foot kicked his chest. His body, which had lost his sword, flew off the stage.

“Jinhyun-ah!”

“Sajil!”

Jin-hyeon, who flew like a kite that had fallen off a string, was quickly caught by his classmates.

“Are you okay?”

“… … .”

Jinhyeon looked at her empty hands and chest with clear footprints with a look of disbelief.

It wouldn't have been difficult to break and sink his breastbone if he had made up his mind, but his body was just fine.

So it was a more complete defeat.

He couldn't help but admit it.

He laboredly lifted his head and looked up to see the face of Jo-Girl, who was smiling in a humorous way on the stage in the rain.

“So, it’s because I’m really bored with your house.”

Jo-Gul turned her gaze towards Jin-Hyeon as if she had done everything she had to do. And he pointed at Mujin with the tip of his sword.

“Come up. Let’s go one-on-one.”

The faces of the shaman's disciples were contorted with the most cruelty.

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