Return of Mount Hua Sect

Let's continue. 'cause now it's the start (4)

It was a life like a storm.

A life that makes even those who watched from afar tremble and retreat. It was unbelievable that it was flowing from the Doin.

How the hell do you have to be angry to breathe that kind of life?

Everyone felt it. That fight is now out of the realm of secrecy.

Given that learning by comparing each other's martial arts is the definition of Bimu, what is happening over there is certainly far from Bimu.

How could such a horrific life come out if it wasn't for life-and-death fighting for one's life?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The sound of swords clashing with each other penetrated everyone's ears like a warning bell.

Go go go go!

As the sharp blades scraped each other, sparks flew in all directions. The heads of the two were closer than the swords that touched each other. Raw eyes embracing life were intertwined like beasts.

It was a life so blatant that the thick smell of blood wafted out.

It was like a fight between growling beasts to get their fangs into each other's necks.

Who would have imagined?

Shaman and Volcano.

It is said that the end of the secret dance between the two sects representing Taoism will be like this.

right. Woodduck.

An eerie sound of bones echoed from the two hands that grabbed the sword.

The empty eyes filled with deep anger stared at him as if it were about to eat Cheongmyeong. And the eyes of Cheongmyeong who received them were also boiling with strange heat.

"Yes… … .”

Qingming frowned, not smiling.

“You have to pretend to be stubborn, because in the end all people are the same.”

"this guy!"

Wow!

The sword of the blue light momentarily energized and flew backwards in the air. But it wasn't meant to take a breather. Cheongmyung immediately followed the empty space that was pushed off the non-stage floor.

“That is your nature after all!”

“Shut up, you bastard!”

Aww!

The swords clashed again, and an explosion resounded.

Cold sweat began to trickle down the foreheads of those who watched the scene.

'What is this... … .'

The scene they expected was not like this.

Armed Elder and Volcanic First Sword.

I thought that a dignified dance worthy of that reputation and position would take place. The high swordsmanship based on the enlightenment of the Tao and the human strength that unfolds the swordsmanship collide.

That was the aspect of this dance that both the shaman and Hwasan drew.

But the scene unfolding right before my eyes was too blatant and naked.

In the first place, the two men swung their swords as if to tear each other apart, revealing their wildness, as if they were shouting that it was ridiculous to discuss class and dignity in the first place.

Kaang! Kaang! Kaaaah! Kaang!

Dozens of sword strikes came and went in the blink of an eye.

One sword and one sword aimed at each other's death without hesitation. The shock wave created by the fierce sword strike ripped through the floor.

bang!

The fragments of the sword that bounced off the colliding swords passed through the bodies of the two of them. The shoulders of the air and the sides of Cheongmyeong quickly turned red.

However, the two used evil to pierce the other's body with their swords, without considering any wounds.

Kaga Gaga!

The swords they collided with fell for a moment and then dig again, aiming for another gap.

Wow!

The air, which pushed the slashing sword, penetrated into Qingming's arms and slammed into his chest. Even in that brief moment, a blow loaded with a vortex flew toward Cheongmyeong.

Aww!

But it is not a call to be taken lightly.

Cheongmyeong slammed the shoulder of the penetrating air with the handle of the sword. Thus, he managed to prevent allowing a blow to the chest, but Cheongmyeong's body, unable to withstand the force, twisted and bounced backwards.

"town!"

“ね!”

A short moan erupted from both of them at the same time. But even for a moment, the air clasped up and followed Qingming, who was pushed away.

A waterfall-like sword spurted out of his sword. It was indeed a tremendous momentum. However, instead of flying directly to Qingming, the sword encircled them everywhere.

Faye!

Suddenly, there was a noise that seemed to come from the tip of a whip that had been swung. The dazzling tension emanating from the left hand in the air exploded towards Cheongmyeong.

'Sipdangeum (十段錦)!'

It was a Jangbeop that symbolized a shaman along with Myeonjang.

If the noodles are unbroken, like the Taecheong sword method, the noodles are unbroken.

Unless it's time to deal with the evil enemy that confuses the world, it's a life-filled funeral that never takes it out.

The shaman's 'sword' was flying towards Cheongmyeong. The speed and explosive power were so formidable that it was hard to think of it as a shaman's magic. It was somewhat different from the martial arts of shamans centered on Yu (柔) and Jeong (靜).

bang! bang! bang!

Tensions of the ten dangeum flew one after another and collided with the plum blossoms of Qingming.

Unlike Cheongmyeong, where it is difficult to balance swords and jangs, the air attacked them as if they were swept away by holding the Cheongmyeong with a tenth dangeum and at the same time unfolding the Taecheong sword technique.

'Anyway, that's a real scam.'

Cheongmyung clenched his teeth and stepped back.

“Ahhhh!”

Perhaps he thought he had a victory at this appearance, the air spread the sword even more heatedly.

Cheongmyeong, who quickly escaped from the range of sipdangeum, swung her sword without delay.

Whoa ah ah ah!

Dozens of plum blossoms bloomed from the tip of the sword and split left and right. The black energy that was like a rushing wave was blocked by the wall of plum leaves.

Like rough waves crashing against a solidly built bank, the blue black energy soared high into the sky.

“Ha!”

The sword of clarity, which had been gently swaying for a moment, was decisively lowered three times. A reddish-red sword flew toward the air like an island war.

“Damn it!”

The Taecheong sword in the air, which changed direction, blocked the flying sword of Cheongmyeong.

However, it was after Cheongmyung flew the sword and slammed the floor at the same time to narrow the distance from the air.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

top down!

The sword that came down at once without hesitation split the waves left and right. It was a sight that looked more like a miracle than a sword art.

There was no way the air could be pushed gently.

The moment the sword split, the tension of the sipdangeum flew through them like lightning.

Wow!

The sword of Qingming, swung in haste, blocked the tension. However, it was not enough to disturb all the power of tension emitted from a short distance. The plum sword shook violently, and dark red blood spurted out of Cheongmyeong's mouth.

"flaw!"

Cheongmyeong, whose lips were covered in blood, had a bizarre smile.

It was a sight not lacking enough to make the hearts of the beholder terrified.

As he bled and smiled happily again, the sword in the air forgot its fleeting flow.

And Qingming did not miss that moment.

bang!

Park Chan-chung, who seemed to break the stage, flew into the air and rotated his body in the air.

The air opened its eyes at the sight of him spinning around his head like a top.

'stupid!'

This is not an anomaly or anything. What does it mean to give your opponent a head and spin?

His sword fell towards the head of the reflexively thrust forward. If the attack worked, Cheong Myung's head would split at once. It was an attack that should never have been done if it was a normal weapon, but the line between life and death has long since disappeared in the mind of the air.

The moment when the sword was struck with a fierce force as if it was going to rip Cheongmyung's head apart at any moment.

Paaah!

The sword of clarity was stretched out in all directions.

Even with the addition of rotation to the flashy and varied sword, I even felt the illusion that everything in front of me was full of swords.

'this… … !'

The tip of the sword in the air shook once more.

If he lowered his sword like this, he might be able to cut off the head of Cheongmyeong. But he, too, must be prepared for his whole body to be mutilated. If he was pierced by that young sword, it would be difficult to guarantee his life as well.

“ね!”

In the end, the air pushed back from the momentum turned the sword into defense and took a step back.

It was a very obvious mistake.

bang!

Cheongmyeong, who slammed the floor with a hand that did not hold a sword, was shot into the air like a cannonball with the recoil.

As if it was about to rub against the floor, Cheongmyeong rushed towards the lower body of the air with a low posture like a swallow.

Suddenly, the sword that Qingming stabbed from below rose.

In the air, he has tried numerous dances in his life, and has competed with swords countless times. However, he had never faced a sword that stabbed from such a low place. He momentarily pulled his upper body back and dodged the sword of clarity.

That was exactly what Qingming was aiming for.

Aww!

Cheongmyung mercilessly slammed the foot into the air with his fist.

He didn't miss the fact that the response of the air would be half a beat slower than usual because the center of gravity was pulled back.

With a huge sound, the feet of the air pierced into the blue stone. The hard blue stone cracked and cracked like a spider's web, spreading in all directions.

“… … .”

In the terrifying pain, the air, unable to even scream, glared at Cheongmyeong. There was a lot of blood in his eyes.

“Ahhhh!”

He then kicked the chin with his normal foot towards the chin.

one.

Quad Duck!

It wasn't the chin of the blue man that touched his foot, but the handle of his sword. A sword made of cold iron was embedded in the outstretched back of the foot.

“Ahhhh!”

The air, with both feet injured, roared like a beast and swung the sword.

Hana Cheongmyeong had already hit the floor quickly and pulled herself back and escaped.

Kwagak!

The air, which had split the floor so deeply that it was eerie, quickly followed Cheongmyeong like a poisonous viper.

Whoa!

Against the snake, a plum blossomed from the tip of the sword of clarity. However, as soon as the poison rose, the snake did not stop rushing even when she saw the thorny plum field in front of her.

The sword, boiling like lava, blew away like a plum blossom, and rushed toward the chest of Cheongmyeong.

Cheongmyeong raised his sword vertically and blocked the flying sword, but there is no way that the sword he uses without his feet on the ground can have full power!

Taang!

With the sound of the metal clashing with the sword, Cheong-myeong's body was pushed back.

thud! Koo! thud!

He rolled over and bounced off the floor, and he lay flat on the floor.

“Woo-wook! Whoops! Whoops!”

The air took a deep breath and looked down at my hand holding the sword. was trembling Then, confirming the sensation of his swollen feet, he bit his lips tightly.

Both bones were crushed. With each step he took, unbearable pain pierced his lungs and crushed his brain.

However, now was not the time to think about such things leisurely.

His half-tired gaze followed the fallen Qingming. Unsurprisingly, Qingming was slowly getting up again.

Touk.

The thick blood dripped from his mouth and dripped down his chin and onto the floor. But the devilish smile on his lips was still there.

Just by looking at the faces of the two people, it was very clear who had the victory in this exchange.

“… … you… … .”

The anger that had dominated the entire body in the air cooled in an instant. Instead, a sense of awe and incongruity grew like a vine and wrapped around his whole body and tightened it.

“Hey.”

Cheongmyung, who spit out the blood in his mouth, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. And he smiled, revealing his red wet teeth.

“Probably… … I guess you haven't been able to tell me anymore?"

“… … .”

“Let’s go on. It’s just the beginning.”

Cheongmyeong, whose face was half wet with blood, with a sword hanging down, began to approach as if pressing the air.

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