Return of Mount Hua Sect

I don't know anything like distribution! (4)

Paaaah!

The outstretched sword was really sharp.

Even if they learn the same martial arts, the temperament of the sword varies greatly from person to person.

Jo-Gul's sword was exceptionally light and sharp among the volcanic swords.

This was a different area from splendor.

Just because it's fast, doesn't mean it's flashy just because the change is so sudden. This sword was just a sword that developed in pursuit of the best efficiency to completely destroy the opponent.

On the other hand, Muho's sword was firm and eloquent.

If Jo-Gul's sword is like a gust of wind soaring into the sky, Muho's sword is like a perennial giant rock that holds its place firmly.

Since the two of them met, the fighting style was obvious.

Paaah!

The sword of Muho silently blocked Jo-Geul's sword, which swung quickly and concisely.

Kaaan!

The moment the sword and the sword collided, sparks flew and the eyes of the two crossed in the air.

'Block it?'

'Fast!'

There was no way for them to stop admiring each other's swords.

The swordsmen always looked at each other's swords in any situation.

'different.'

Jo-gal quickly drew his sword and stabbed him, hardening his face. This was unlike any martial arts he had ever experienced.

Even the sword that Jinhyeon unfolded was very different.

What it means to say that a shaman's sword reveals its true value as time passes, Jo-Geul was acutely feeling right now.

heavy. It seems to be facing an iron wall.

No, that expression is not appropriate.

Doesn't the iron wall have anti-elasticity that bounces off when struck? But this sword gently absorbs everything that flies.

To put it bluntly, it was a sword like a lake.

No matter how many stones are thrown or trees are plucked in, the lake remains just as a lake. If given a little bit of time, it will find its original form again.

No matter how much Jogul's sword aimed at the enemy sharply stirred, Muho's sword returned to its original position as if nothing had happened.

'This is the shaman's sword... … .'

He seemed to understand why the heavens were praising the shaman so much.

Immobility that perfectly maintains itself even during fierce battles.

Rather, the firmness that makes the attacker more desperate, and the softness of fully accepting the opponent's power without pushing it away.

'The sword can be used like this.'

Even the feeling of opening her eyes made Jo-Geul goosebumps.

Until now, he had never seen a proper faction sword.

The people he was dealing with properly were all sappers, people walking in magic, or uninhabited people other than Sae.

He'd fought with Jong-nam and saw several swords in a martial arts competition, but at best it was a late index. They were the only ones who were too weak to understand the sword of a prestigious sword that had been passed down for a thousand years.

Could it be said that a sword that only mimics the shell is a true faction sword?

But here's the real faction sword.

It's strong, it's heavy, it's soft and it's strong. The sword of Jeongpa, which conforms like water, but has a hard core in it, weighs heavily on him.

'Yes, I understand.'

Why was it said that the sword of the volcano is a sword of a noble rank, but it is closer to death than to truth? It was only now that I fully understood why the volcanic sword was the most practical sword.

One so... … .

“You want to win more!”

Jo Geul shouted and made dozens of swordsmanships and shot them all at once towards Muho.

"Hmm!"

Muho swallowed the wind and lowered his sword.

'Is this the sword of the Third Disciple?'

not even funny.

He watched the dance with Jinhyeon with his own eyes and confirmed the result. Defeat is an inexcusable thing, but it is also true that I thought that if Jinhyeon had fought with his real talents, he would not have been defeated so easily.

However, after experiencing Jo-Gul’s sword in person, I couldn’t help but change my mind.

'At first, it was unreasonable to be Jinhyeon.'

He will fight a hundred times and never win. Even he can't guarantee a perfect victory with this sword, so what can Jin-hyeon do?

fast.

Sharp.

'Besides, it's bizarre.'

I don't know if this jogul uses his sword like that, or if the volcanic sword is like that, but this sword deceives and misleads people from moment to moment.

He did not show any intention to justly crush the opponent. The fierce aspiration to just somehow obtain the result of 'victory' permeates the sword itself, not the swordsman.

'This is the volcanic sword!'

A small smile appeared on Muho's lips.

The fate of protecting the monk's honor, and the fact that his opponent was much younger than him, disappeared from his mind.

He, too, has lived by honing his sword.

The moment I faced the sword that differed from my sword, my soul as a swordsman burned.

“Suck!”

Muho's sword pushed Jo-Gul's swordsmen one by one.

Minimal movement and minimal force.

A sword that minimized wastage seemed rather slow.

The sword swam in the air as if it was flowing smoothly, and a large circle made from the tip struck down all the flying sword spirits.

"Eww… … .”

Dang So-so contorted his face as if he couldn't see him any more.

“Gee, aren’t you losing?”

“Hmm.”

Baekcheon neither affirmed nor denied those words. I just sighed lowly.

“… … That's a witch's sword."

Now, Baekcheon had no choice but to reflect.

He heard the same thing from Qingming countless times. I mean, you're still just a kid.

outwardly admitted. I thought so with my head.

However, it was clear that there was an arrogance within him.

Sure enough, he fought and won the Great Lord of all nations, defeated the Elder of Binggung, and even survived the vicious bishop's hand.

He thought that no one had, at least his age, or even one of his classmates, had the same experience and crossed the line. So he thought they would be able to fight no matter how strong they were.

But now, the shaman's black baekcheon was showing how wide the world was.

'It's not important to go beyond the name of a shaman.'

In order to truly overcome the shaman, you must cross that sword. That sword, soft as water, as hard as a rock, and as hard as a pine tree growing in the field!

“Sah, Sasuk!”

When Dang So-so urged him once more, Baek Chen nodded his head.

“You are strong.”

“… … .”

“There is nothing wrong with what he said. The great disciple of the shaman is different from the second great disciple.”

That's bizarre.

To put it bluntly, there was as much difference between a mage and a magistrate. I couldn't understand how it could change so much in just one distribution.

“Then the death penalty for Jo-Gul… … .”

"But."

Baek Cheon said with a stiff face.

“Girl is not a good guy. don't you know That guy has never taken a break from training.”

“… … .”

“He’s like a hypocrite who flirts like that, flirts, loses his manners, talks nonsense because he doesn’t understand the atmosphere, and pretends to live a rough life on the subject… … .”

“… … Are you insulting me like that?”

“Wow, Sasuk is really good at criticizing now. It’s top-notch.”

Baek Cheon continued, ignoring the voice of Cheong-Myeong, who seemed to be genuinely admiring.

“Nevertheless, when it comes to swords, the one who is more serious than anyone else is Jo-Gul. No matter how good the shaman's sword is, there is no reason why the volcanic sword is inferior to it."

Baekcheon's eyes gleamed as he stared at the non-stage.

“Then the problem of that time will be solved by his experience.”

Dang So-so nodded his head and looked at Jo-geol again.

A jogger swaying like a boat lost in the midst of the turquoise black energy rushing like a river.

'Strong.'

Jo-Geul revealed this and smiled.

When the inside of her mouth burst open, blood was dripping from her open lips.

It wasn't just his mouth. He had never been particularly serious, but his shoulder was shattered, and the sensation in his fingertips holding his sword was disappearing.

That's what it's like to subdue an opponent with energy.

He does not sting fiercely, nor does he try to wield it and press it. Nevertheless, Jo-Gal was increasingly being pushed into the defense by herself.

He was a bow sword.

A sword that focuses on suppressing opponents rather than knocking them down. A sword to save people, and a sword that is the root of a faction.

'heavy.'

Also, the strength of the sword is pure and pure.

It was different from simply increasing the amount rapidly. He seemed to understand why Chungmyeong was accusing him of being too much of a nerd that he couldn't even use properly.

Just having it is meaningless.

You must be able to use it appropriately for your own sword and have complete control over it to become your true strength.

Even now, the plum blossom sword was bending as if it were about to break due to the flowing force on the blade.

If Sapa's martial arts were more like pouring a waterfall on the opponent, Jeongpa's martial arts were like water slowly filling up from his ankles.

And the water is clear and clear.

So it must be Taecheong.

If Muhak is to climb to a higher place based on what he has built up through training, then what he has piled up in Muho's sword would not dare compare to Jo-geol.

okay. strong. It is so strong and so clear that I have never experienced it before.

one!

Jo-Gul's gaze reflexively turned to the side. I saw the face of Qingming, who was squatting next to Baekcheon.

I didn't come here looking for help.

I just wanted to make sure I was right.

And Jo-Gul, who checked the face of Cheong-Myeong, unknowingly twisted the corners of his lips and smiled.

'I thought you had a face like that, you bastard!'

Cheongmyung is speaking with his face.

'therefore?'

okay. That's why.

Yes, it is a sword, and yes, it is a martial arts.

There's no reason you can't fight it, there's no reason you can't overcome it.

'You say it flows like water?'

The confidence on Jo-Gul's face was young. He was able to laugh even in the midst of pain as if his fingertips were swollen and his internal organs were being crushed by the endless waves of swords.

“Then where… … .”

Soon his sword began to shake gently.

The sword, which could not withstand the pressure exerted by the sword, regained its shape in an instant and shook gently as if it felt no pressure.

“Shall we see if a flower blooms in the water?”

Whoa!

The tip of Jo-Gul's sword was scattered around the world.

Even in Yunnan far away, in the cold North Sea, flowers bloomed. So, is there any reason why plum blossoms can't bloom even in the water?

Eventually, a plum blossom grew quietly from the tip of the swaying sword.

The plum blossoms that no one else had.

It was the plum blossom of the volcano and the plum blossom of Jo Girl.

someone said

It is said that the colder the winter, the stronger the wind that plagues the plum trees, the more beautiful the plum blossoms.

Then what about the winter he endured and the wind he endured?

Will it be enough to make a beautiful plum blossom bloom?

One by one, the plum blossoms spread out and bloomed like a plum blossom.

The flowers that bloomed from the tip of Jo-Gul's sword and looked like an unbelievably shy person eventually formed a forest.

The middle of the flowing river splits, revealing a plum forest. Even then, the forest grew bigger and bigger and began to completely dislodge the flowing water.

'This?'

There was little surprise in Muho's eyes.

'Maehwa Swordsmanship.'

I've heard that name countless times.

However, the plum blossom sword technique he saw with his own eyes was quite different from what he had heard.

That sword is so beautiful and gorgeous, and... … .

Riding the blowing wind, plum blossoms began to flutter into the world.

Unlike water, which cannot leave the ground after all, plum blossoms are not tied to the ground. The petals of plum blossoms that flew gently fluttered and swayed like a fantasy, enveloping Muho's body.

The moment Muho, who was momentarily deprived of that freedom, was startled and was about to swing his sword.

Paaaaah!

Among the petals that were gently swaying and fluttering, a jogger protruded like an island war and shot like an arrow towards Muho.

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