Return of Mount Hua Sect

It will become the sword that represents the volcano. (2)

Breathing began to quicken. My fingertips trembled slightly, and my heart was beating rapidly.

But that wasn't really a bad sign. It makes no sense for a person who is about to win a match not to be nervous.

At least as a swordsman, a person who proves himself with a sword must be able to take the game seriously regardless of what is at stake.

That is the most basic posture a person with a sword should have.

“Whoa.”

After taking a short deep breath, Yoon Jong looked at Mu Yeon standing on the other side.

This feeling I am feeling right now seems to have to be called a sense of intimidation. I did just that.

A great disciple of the shaman.

One of the three swordsmen.

None of the modifiers were light. From an objective point of view, Mu-yeon was still a difficult opponent for Yoon-jong.

But… … .

'Isn't there ever a time when it wasn't too heavy?'

Just thinking about it makes me laugh.

The Hwajong branch was also difficult for him. There is no need to talk about the non-democratic competition. He had to risk his life in the fight against all people, and in the North Sea, he deeply realized where his limits were.

It was not a path he had chosen for himself, but in any case he always had to fight those who were too difficult to handle, and he was thrown into things that were too difficult to overcome.

'The crotch is torn when a bird is trying to chase a stork.'

He knew himself well. that he is not a genius.

Just because he was called Ogum along with others didn't mean he was like them. Baek Cheon is a genius who doesn't need any modifiers, and Yui Seol is a monster that sometimes surpasses even Baek Cheon.

Qingming?

That guy only has a sore mouth to say.

Even Jo-Gul's talent seemed dazzling to him.

I don't know what other people think, but Jonghyun knew for sure. His talents dare not compare with them. He is nothing more than a cow that sips the dust under the hawks and eagles soaring in the sky.

Just a little bit of vigilance and everyone will overtake him in the blink of an eye. Jo Girl as well as the other three great disciples.

Know. You know yourself best.

“You look tense.”

Then Muyeon spoke softly.

Yoonjong raised his head and faced Muyeon. Come to think of it, this was just a place of friendship where we could see each other's swords. So there was no need to reveal it just because it was a non-military partner. He nodded meekly.

“Actually, it is quite the case.”

"Well?"

Then Mu-yeon looked at him with an interesting gaze.

If the opponent you are competing with says something like this, it is normal to pretend that nothing is wrong with bluffs. However, this young master admits he was nervous in a calm tone. It's not something that really means anything, but somehow I'm interested.

“No need to be so nervous. If I can fully demonstrate my skills, won’t victory or defeat come naturally?”

“I definitely think you are right. but… … .”

The two eyes of Yoon Jong, who were still, were young.

“I’m in a position where I shouldn’t just take what comes naturally.”

“Huh?”

Aren't you humble yet daring?

The atmosphere was completely different from the Jo-girls who turned their insides upside down a while ago.

'It's strange that the same death penalty has a different feeling.'

How can people be the same? People who have lived together for a long time, learned the same martial arts, and experienced the same things, tend to have similar temperaments.

However, in Mu Yeon's eyes, the disciples of this volcano were surprisingly different in their temperament.

“If you’re that worried, you wouldn’t have to choose me as your opponent.”

“What would be so different?”

“Hmm?”

Muyeon opened her mouth with a strange smile.

“It sounds to me that there is no difference between you, the so-called shaman three swords, and other shaman’s great disciples. Is that right?”

Yoonjong slowly shook his head.

“I just wanted to tell you that no one is easy for me.”

Mu-yeon stared at him and slowly drew his sword.

He was quite interested, but this was not the place to have a long conversation. It is true that he had a favor for the other person through a brief conversation, but one day this favor will be shared elsewhere.

“I will draw my sword.”

"Yes."

“As I said before, I am not a good person. Do your best.”

“You know that well even if you don’t say it.”

slurping.

A plum sword was pulled out of Yoon Jong's scabbard.

“In the last few years, I have never been without my best.”

He was always desperate.

In order not to fall behind, not to fall behind.

Before mixing the sword in earnest, Yoon Jong turned his gaze towards the disciples of Hwasan.

Not the five swords, including Baekcheon, but the disciples of the volcano. Especially the celadon boat and the place where the three great disciples are. Seeing the eyes of the three great disciples fixed in this direction, Jong-Yun let out a soft sigh.

'It's too heavy for me.'

The position of the eldest among the three great disciples.

This was not the position Yoon Jong wanted. It was just something that was naturally given to him because he was old and had a quick initiation.

Of course, there were times when he was intoxicated and enjoyed the fact that he was the great type of the third disciple. But now, again and again, that fact has weighed on my shoulders from time to time.

Fighting with a gifted priest and a monstrous priest who fell from the sky was too heavy a burden for him, who was only a criminal.

nevertheless... … .

Nevertheless, there was only one reason why Yoon Jong could not give up comfortably.

“Let’s start.”

"Yes."

Muyeon held a ceremony for the shaman sword. Jong-Yun Yoon also held a ceremony to raise the volcano's heart. There was a brief tension between the two people with their swords raised.

It was lead-free that moved first.

Pot!

Park Chan Moo-yeon cut the distance in an instant and pierced Yoon-jong's face before entering.

It was indeed a fast-moving stab.

Kakang!

Yoonjong hurriedly raised his sword and struck the Songmungo sword. Even though he had hit it with quite a bit of force, the smokeless sword blew it away lightly and stabbed Yoonjong again.

fast.'

No, it's not just fast.

It was only a light exchange, but there were countless secrets of ascension hidden in it. It is not easy to withstand the force of a long sword hitting it horizontally. However, at the moment when the sword and the sword collided, Mu-yeon gently drained the power that Yoon Jong had put, and used that power in reverse to stab the sword again.

Leehwagraft (移花接木) and Neungyujegang (能柔制强).

The magic of ascension, which is difficult to unfold properly one at a time, was overlapped at the same time.

'This is a shaman!'

A sword that cannot be seen in volcanoes. Therefore, it was difficult to deal with, and therefore it was not easy to block.

However, Yoonjong cut the sword briefly and slashed the flying sword, avoiding it, and spilling it.

'Lower!'

Once again, avoiding the fierce sword, Yoon Jong lowered his posture. Firmly fixed legs help the upper body to move with agility.

Thanks to that, he was able to dodge all the swords that flew at such an incredible speed that he could not even see them.

There was a light gleam in Mu-yeon's eyes.

“Not bad.”

Awesome love!

At the same time, his sword got a little faster.

Kaga River!

Hana Yoonjong's sword did not waver this time as well.

A sword without any waste.

It's not all about just swinging quickly. Even if the speed is great, if the sword path is not correct, you will end up wasting time.

Yoonjong's sword was perfectly drawing the fastest path to his opponent's sword.

'It's solid.'

Mu Yeon's complexion changed slightly. The Jo-Girl's black thread I saw earlier was cheerful, fast, and bizarre. However, the sword presented by Yoon Jong now was really strong and faithful.

'I'd rather be closer to a shaman's sword.'

It couldn't be called a surviving sword (柔劍), but the underlying one is not that different. If the sword he flew was wind, then Yoonjong was like a giant tree that catches the wind.

'At this age... … .'

Build a firm foundation and lighten the upper body based on a firm lower body. It's really easy to put into words.

However, in order to achieve that, it must be accompanied by basic training enough to die. Even if you just work hard for a while, it won't be completed.

The foundation is that you can only see the effect of the same training honestly for countless hours and countless days without a break.

How much training did I have to practice to achieve this kind of strength at this age?

Ten thousand swings a day? Anyone who aims to become a martial artist can do it.

But how many people in the world can do that ten thousand swings for ten days, for a hundred days, for a thousand days?

Mu-yeon's gaze slowly turned to Yoon-jong's hand. The palm of his slightly exposed palm, which was in contact with the handle of the sword, was undoubtedly full of calluses.

"Feel so good!"

Excited, Mu-yeon swung her sword sharply.

From the tip of his sword, a black energy like water flowed out like a river. A clear blue black energy rushed toward Yunjong.

A rapid transition from a quick sword to a dead sword and eventually to a heavy sword.

However, Yoon Jong's eyes didn't waver at all.

Yoonjong's sword, which was erected at an angle, contained the sword, and the flowing sword of the smokeless sword flowed sideways.

It was the number of days that flowed out as much as possible without resisting with force. However, it was not possible to drain all the power.

Quad Duck!

Yoonjong's feet dug into the hard blue stone. The hand holding the sword was shaking like an aspen tree.

The power of flowing water breaks rocks and changes the terrain. The power that seems to explode like an explosion ends in a moment, but the power that goes on and on is not over just because it is received once.

“ね!”

At this, Yoon Jong-eun pushed his sword and pulled his body to the side.

But at that moment, as if Mu-yeon knew of course, he rushed forward and slammed Yoon-jong with his shoulder.

Bullfight!

With a sound like a leather drum being beaten hard, Yoonjong bounced back.

thud! thud!

Yoon-jong, who had been thrown on the floor several times, turned his body round and round just before he was thrown again, and shoved his sword into the blue stone.

Kaga Gak!

Even then, he was pushed back for a while, and quickly returned to his posture. A new stalk of blood dripped from his lips, but his eyes didn't change at all.

“… … That's great.”

Pure admiration leaked out of Mu Yeon's mouth.

Shaman is a faction. It is a place to pursue the sword of atmospheric chronicity.

As such, the shaman emphasizes the basics more than any other sect in the world. A shaman is a place where he does not commit the folly of neglecting the basics for immediate realization.

However, the foundation of the black shaman of a child named Yoon Jong in front of him now was thick enough to feel humble.

“I apologize for being a little bit disrespectful of you.”

“… … .”

“From now on, I will go with all my might, so let’s do our best to receive it.”

"Yes!"

“Go!”

fault!

Mu-yeon, who hit the floor once more, flew towards Yoon-jong as lightly as a butterfly. His sword drew dozens of sword spirits, and at the same time, pure white tension flowed out like a stream from his left hand, which drew a round circle, and pushed toward Yoon Jong.

Yoon Jong, who had maintained his composure the whole time, also opened his eyes at this sight.

'Do, two martial arts at the same time?'

Numerous swordsmanship and tension swept towards Yunjong.

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