Return of Mount Hua Sect

It will become the sword that represents the volcano. (3)

who is the primary sense that it can spread two uneducated at a time. But strictly speaking, this doesn't make sense.

Those who practice martial arts usually use the deep hole while wielding the recommended perception or stepping on footwork. So, it is wrong to say that you cannot practice two martial arts at the same time.

To be precise, 'a person cannot use the same type of martial arts at the same time' is correct.

Can you spread the plum sword with your right hand while spreading the sword with your left hand? Can you spread the bamboo shoots with your left hand while spreading the plum sword technique with your right hand?

If it is possible to spread the two martial arts alternately, it may be possible, but even for this, it is close to impossible to write the two martial arts completely separately.

Depending on the martial arts, the operating method of the writing history is different, and the drawing style is different.

If the martial arts are developed in an elaborate way so that the styles do not overlap, they are already becoming one herbivore rather than two martial arts.

That is why it is said that it is impossible to spread two martial arts at once. For that to be possible, there must be two people in your head, not just one.

There was one sect that made this impossible possible, and that was the shaman.

Originally located in Mt. Wudang, the various conduits were overflowing with people who deserve to be called monsters. They did not shy away from all kinds of asceticism in order to realize the Way in their own way.

Among them, there was one who attempted to divide the mind in two.

Humans can only objectively see others except themselves, and others cannot fully look into the inner side of that person. So, if we are two, we can realize the Way faster than anyone else.

What started out as a nonsensical idea turned out to be an unexpected success. After successive succession, he finally succeeded in splitting the ritual in two.

Like the creator's wish, it didn't help much to realize the Tao, but at least in terms of ignorance, it had a tremendous effect.

Purple.

Ahh ahh Quattrocchi

was soft against the tension rolling in like a torrent pouring speculum.

Swordsmanship and tension, which have completely different properties, blended together as if they were one, and then moved away again, revealing their own herbivores.

'Wow, what is this... … .'

Yoonjong was startled and threw his body backwards. However, his sword and tension were constantly rushing towards him, who fluttered and retreated as if he would never let go.

“ね!”

Realizing that there was no answer as it is, Yoon-jong blew a deep blue sword, drew it down, and cut it horizontally.

Paaaah!

Then, in an instant, a large wall of swords appeared in front of him.

Curl rumble!

When it came into contact with the incoming sword, the wall staggered and pushed back, but somehow it did not break and succeeded in holding on.

'All right, all right... … .'

one at that moment.

Yoonjong widened his eyes in surprise.

The tension that came with the sword suddenly changed its direction, bypassed the sword wall and flew toward his side.

The way the white wall turned in its direction looked like something alive, or a ghost.

'Nonsense!'

But there was no time for leisurely thinking.

Yoon Jong quickly retrieved his outstretched sword and lifted himself up into the air. The sword and tension that rushed right under him narrowly swept through the space.

Woo woo woo woo!

The sole of the shoe that could not be removed was swept away by the sword. Yoonjong, who turned over in the air several times, rolled over as soon as he got down to the empty rain stage.

Wow! Wow! Aww!

White tension flew one after another to the spot where he had briefly landed, smashing and crushing the blue stone.

Yoon Jong, who pulled himself out almost to the end of the non-stage, got up quickly like a flying squirrel and was wary of the smoke. It looked like a poisonous cat.

“… … .”

slurp.

Sweat dripped down the tip of his chin.

It was an onslaught that could not be described without comparing it to the storm. Yoon Jong opened his mouth as if sick.

“… … The heart of the sheep.”

“Yes.”

Muyeon laughed softly.

“It’s not mature yet, but it’s enough to imitate it. how about Does it look pretty usable?”

is it worth using?

Yoonjong forcibly suppressed the smirk that had risen for a moment.

positive heart.

This is Jeolhak among the Jeolhak of the Shaman School that allows you to use two types of Muhak at the same time.

Jong-Yun Yoon should have heard of it, too, but he didn't fully understand what it was like to use two muhak at the same time. It must be said that it is just ignorance, but I thought it would be good to just deal with it at the same time.

However, what I experienced was completely different from what I expected.

'It's like you're dealing with two absolute masters at the same time.'

Yoon Jong knew better than anyone how frightening it was to deal with two masters.

This is because Yoon Jong is the one who specializes the most in teaming up and subduing opponents. When hanging out with Jo-Gul, it was possible to deal with enemies that were much stronger than them.

When swords of different natures meshed together like gears, they could exert three or four times the power instead of double.

But now, Moo-yeon was doing what Jo-Geul and Yoon-Jong had to do together.

'This is the heart of the sheep... … .'

This is truly nonsensical neo-engineering science.

Yoonjong swallowed dry saliva. It was a moment when I realized deep down in my bones why the world is praising the martial arts of the shaman.

“… … Can you deal with that?”

A groan-like voice leaked out from Baekcheon's mouth as he watched Bimu.

It is a discipline that cannot be understood by anyone who is immersed in Yang's deep gong and Kangho. Isn't Yanguishimgong the martial arts that symbolize the shaman along with the Taegeuk Hyegeom, Myeonjang, and Sipdangeum?

But what he heard with his ears and what he saw with his eyes were literally heaven and earth.

“… … No, that's... … It's a scam.”

Jo-Geul, who came back from treatment, muttered with a bewildered face. He also mainly used hap-gong with Yoon-jong, so he couldn't understand how amazing that jeol-hak was unfolding in front of his eyes.

"this… … shaman."

Even Yui-seol was muttering and couldn't get her face to loosen.

The word “strength” should be used in this case. why a shaman is a shaman That scene seemed to explain why they stood at the forefront of the Jungwon Tao family despite their short history.

Baekcheon opened his mouth without taking his eyes off the stage.

“… … Cheong Myung-ah.”

"Yes?"

“Does that make sense?”

Qingming smiled bitterly.

“So I said.”

“… … .”

“It is said that the shaman's martial arts become stronger as time goes by. Half of that is because of that damn thing.”

Yangui Simgong is the most difficult Jeolhak in the shaman, along with Taegeuk Hyegeom. Damn ignorant ignorance that even learning is not allowed unless you are at the top of the class.

“Anyway, every time I see that, it makes people mad.”

“… … When did you see that again?”

“No, think about it.”

"Yes?"

Cheongmyung rolled his eyes and spoke as if complaining.

"What? Split a person's heart in two? What could be more bizarre and bizarre than this? That's right, what faction ignorance is that? Sapa bastards don't do things like that."

“… … .”

The white man's eyes trembled slightly.

I heard this... … I think that's probably true... … .

“What are those bastards? Is the plum sword technique good? Hey, they look like little bastards who don't care if they throw a pine tree in their head! who to whom!”

“Ji, calm down, Chung Myung-ah.”

Baekcheon broke into a cold sweat as he grabbed Qing Myung, the momentum to run out to the shaman's camp at any moment.

Why is this kid rushing again... … .

“Hey, isn’t that important now? Any advice on how to deal with that Yoon Jong... … .”

“What advice!”

But Qingming snorted.

“If there was such a way, I wouldn’t have to suffer.”

“… … Yes?"

“There is no such thing as a workaround. That's not a trick or a trick. Literally ignorant.”

“… … .”

“Annoying and annoying.”

Baekcheon's complexion hardened visibly at the reply he returned.

“It’s annoying, but it’s definitely effective. From the moment I am able to unleash my positivity, my inactivity increases by at least half.”

“… … Yes, it seems.”

I don't know by what kind of principle it is possible, but I was able to confirm the effect with certainty.

Baekcheon felt frustrated as if something had been locked in his chest.

If you want to jump over it, there is a bigger mountain behind it, and if you want to get over that, don't the boat come with a bigger mountain in front of you?

Now I can understand why it was said that the power of a prestigious family has no end.

'That's the mountain we'll have to jump over.'

Two tigers cannot coexist on one mountain. In order for Hwasan to stand tall as a Taoist in a river, a shaman had to be overcome.

'But… … .'

Sadness stood at Baekcheon's gaze fixed on Yoonjong's back. The burden seemed too heavy for Yoon Jong alone to carry.

“Jong-ah Yoon… … .”

In the end, Cheong-myeong laughed at Baek Cheon, who could not stand it and uttered Yun-jong's name.

"Why? Does it seem overwhelming to the executioner Yoon Jong?”

“… … .”

“Can I do it if I live alone?”

“Who said that?”

Baek Cheon's face turned red. Qingming shook his head and clicked his tongue.

“That’s why geniuses… … . Ttttttttt.”

“Wow, what do you want to say?”

“Look carefully.”

"Yes?"

As Chong Myung's voice became more serious, Baek Chun's eyes lit up as well.

“If a genius has a genius way, a beomjae has a way of being a genius. and… … .”

Cheong-myeong looked at Yoon-jong's back without even blinking.

“Executioner Yoon Jong is the one who knows that best.”

The shaking shoulders began to gradually calm down. After clearing his breath, Yoon Jong quietly stared at Muyeon.

'Bimura... … .'

If this had been a real battle, there would have been no time to re-breathe.

But the opponent is giving him time to catch his breath. I don't know if it's because I'm not busy or if it's because I'm full of leeway, but right now, I felt relief rather than anger.

'strong.'

It was certainly not named after the shaman three swords for nothing.

The sword and tension that attacked at the same time with Yang's Deep Gong was enough to confuse the mind of the opponent. If this was the first time Yoon-jong had experienced this kind of situation, he would have been lying on the floor without even noticing what was going on.

one… … .

'I'm not as desperate as I was then.'

The time he fought with the bishop was still good before his eyes.

It was as if Asura had embodied on the earth, and he still remembered the tremendous momentum.

Compared to the shock he faced in front of the person who created despair and chaos, this was more humane.

'Even then, I didn't know what to do.'

Yoonjong just clinged to evil and endured.

And that doesn't change this time either.

Yoon Jong quietly took a break.

The basic posture of all swords.

He swung low, pulling the center of gravity back by three pounds from there.

“Come.”

A smile formed on Muyeon's lips.

'I should have brought the second and third disciples. If that was the case, I would have learned a lot from Iza.'

No, actually, he's learning too.

In that unshakable position.

woo woo woo

The smokeless sword, which had a lot of history, began to tremble.

'Then, it would be polite to at least do your best!'

Muyeon strengthened her resolve and swung her sword.

The sword, which had become thicker than before, reconciled to a torrent and attacked Yunjong. Yoon-jong's body, exposed to that huge energy, began to shake like a single leaf in a storm.

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