Return of Mount Hua Sect

Thanks, I learned very well. (2)

Paaaaah!

Cheongmyung, who used the power of the sword to lift his body backwards, descended to the floor.

He lowered his posture lightly, straightening his back and looking into the air.

Blood was dripping from the tip of the sword.

The price paid by the air for taking the plum blossom sword with her whole body was never small. It was almost as if his whole body was completely covered with scars large and small.

“Turn it off… … .”

After one big stumble, he barely supported himself by stepping on the floor with his feet.

“Yeah, it should be.”

Qingming muttered lowly and nodded his head.

Shaman's Elder?

I didn't even think about it in the first place.

'How much time do you think has passed?'

How many years has he been born again? How many experiences did he have in this world?

I'm sorry, but he no longer had time to get stuck in a place like this. The one he has to catch up with is no longer his past self.

'Heaven.'

In order to deal with that monster, you have to lightly jump over your past self.

He is forcing the disciples of the volcano to practice unreasonable and unreasonable. However, the object he was forced to do the most absurd was none other than himself.

The training that pushes the body and mind to the limit is endlessly repeated. Since recognizing the existence of the heavenly demon, he has been chasing himself to the extent that it cannot be compared with the past and has been digesting harsh training.

to reclaim the former self.

So, in the end, to overcome the past self.

Because Cheongmyeong is the only being in the world who can understand the existence of a heavenly demon.

How will they know what that means?

Can they understand the fear that comes from having no one to deal with the heavenly demon that will once again reach out their demonic beasts?

No, I don't want to understand in the first place.

Because that's a burden given to Cheongmyeong.

Chungmyeong was not a person who had high expectations of other people enough to wish for that from them.

But at least… … .

“Crawl out of the greenhouse.”

“… … .”

“If you don’t, the reality you will have to face will be worse than this.”

The air took a deep breath.

I had no idea why he kept saying things I didn't understand. There was only one thing he could understand now.

'strong.'

The black in the air does not reach the clear blue.

It was so obvious I couldn't even deny it. Despair was clearly unfolding in front of me, as if I could grasp it in my hand.

'Am I losing?'

The elder of the shaman to the three great disciples of Hwasan?

“It can’t be.”

My heart was beating faster and blood began to pour out of the open wound. However, he took another step towards Cheongmyeong without even thinking about caring for the wound and stopping the bleeding.

"I am… … I am the shaman's void!”

“I know, I won’t say it again.”

“I don’t lose! I will never lose!”

Aww!

The sword in the air drew a large circle.

Qingming knew very well what the circle meant.

'Hyegum!'

Shaman's best swordsmanship. The invincible swordsmanship that contains the principles of the universe and the world. It was also a martial arts that shamans were proud of.

Even if it is the same sword technique, the severity of it varies depending on who uses it.

The Taegeuk hye sword that Mu Gak had unfolded a while ago and the taegeuk hye sword drawn by the air were so different that they could not be considered the same sword technique. Just by drawing a light circle, the air on the non-stage was changed, and enormous pressure began to press down on all sides.

Woo woo woo woo!

The stone fragments on the broken floor could not overcome the fluctuations of their strength and energy, and they floated up into the air all at once.

The sight created by the sword containing the laws of nature defies the providence of nature. It was indeed a paradoxical sight.

It is both rational and opposite at the same time. It was a Taegeuk that contained yin and yang at the same time.

A black sword burning like fire and a white sword flowing like water rushed in at the same time.

It contains two qualities in one sword.

It would have been impossible to even try without reaching out to the will. That is why it is the best sword of the shaman and the best swordsmanship that competes for the place of the best swordsmanship in the world.

Black and white black spirits entangled with each other and rotated. It was as if they were biting each other's tails. The luminance of the sword naturally began to draw the shape of the Taegeuk.

Woo woo woo woo!

The resulting pressure sucked in all the surrounding auras and released them at the same time.

“Wow, back off!”

“Get back! hurry!"

Baek Cheon was terrified and shouted. Even he, who didn't want to take his eyes off this battle for a moment, was so dangerous that he had to give a warning and bite his body.

Pulling out his sword, he developed his energy and began to relieve the pressure that was coming from him.

'Damn it.'

Hearing the word “power of a prestigious family” was enough to cause a stomach ache.

If you think it's the end, there's another next. If you think it's over, it's a new beginning.

'You've come all the way here, but you still have this kind of potential?'

It was a phenomenal level.

But the hundred thousand know. The truly wonderful thing is not the void that draws power again at the end, but the fact that the shaman's elder, void, is made to reveal the bottom of the void.

Cheongmyung's hair soared into the air. The hem of his robe was flapping like crazy, and his surroundings were rising into the sky as if the world had been turned upside down. However, Cheongmyeong Bay, standing firmly on the floor, did not even move as if it had become a rock. He simply stared at the sword that was pressing him down.

Power enters Baekcheon's hand, which is holding the sword.

I can feel this kind of pressure here, too, but I couldn't imagine how much pressure Chungmyeong, standing right in front of me, would feel.

one.

'I can't get tired of it!'

That monstrous bastard just can't lose this much.

As if responding to Baekcheon's expectations, Qingming slowly raised his sword.

A mixture of black and white spurted out, and the formidable power contained in it pressed against the blue sky as if it would tear it apart. Qingming narrowed his eyes slightly.

'You idiot... … .'

this is not a hyegum

Loss of reason in anger and a sword that is spread out randomly, no matter how strong a sword, is not as good as a properly unfolded samjae sword technique.

We must not forget the coolness of inspection until the very end. The moment you forget that fact, victory becomes farther away.

The sword of clarity moved with a resolute will. A sharp, reddish black energy spurted out.

It's not that different from the swords I've shown you so far. Compared to the will of the air, which extended to the sword, the appearance of Cheong-myeong repeating what he was doing even looked comfy again.

But the clarity was enough.

'If you go over the mountain, there is a bigger mountain?'

not even funny.

If you really want to block the opponent, you have to build a wall that can never be crossed, rather than build another wall behind the wall.

This black flower, the mountain, the forest and the wall.

Twenty-four plum blossom swordsman method (梅影造河).

Hundreds and thousands of plum blossoms made up the river.

It was like a spectacle of plum blossoms blooming profusely on a cliff, dotted down and filling the river.

The flower soon began to flow not very quickly.

It was different from the sword in the air, which moved hastily and radically, and eventually lost even its prowess. On the contrary, the sword of Qingming kept the arrogance that the shaman's disciples showed for the first time.

Aaaaaaaaaaah!

Two dragons, black and white, ran wild in the river full of petals. It was a violent storm of energy that seemed to burst the river of flowers.

one.

No matter how strong a force may be, it cannot push the flowing river away. Even if you push it back and hit it, the water flows again and eventually fills the void again.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The plum blossoms permeated under the rushing energy. Infinitely smooth, without resisting the pushing force, it just flowed around.

'This is... … .'

The air was torn apart, and I opened my eyes.

'It can be... … .'

It was a beautiful sight.

Petals circling along the flowing river, gently brushing the two raging dragons, were rushing towards him. The words I heard one day came to mind in the mind of the void as I watched the scene.

- I don't know what you're trying to see. However, if you pursue only strength without will, one day you will lose even your own sword.

'Sir, Master... … .'

I am not Heo Dojin. These are the words of his now deceased teacher.

Why is that word that I had completely forgotten about now come to mind?

His sword, loaded with enormous strength, flowed along the path led by the plum blossoms.

'Master... … . I am… … .'

And, the river of plum blossoms that brushed the sword in the air and finally gently embraced his whole body.

Sashimi profit!

The beginning will be a river, but the end will be the wind.

The petals that smoothly rotated on his body rose to the sky and then to the sky.

The air looked up at the sky blankly.

The soaring plum leaves scattered all over the place, and then the spots faded.

As if nothing had happened to begin with.

“… … .”

The air slowly lowered its head.

After all, everything had already disappeared.

There is no Taegeuk sword that he created, nor the red plum blossom sword that Cheongmyeong emitted.

All he could see was the figure of Cheongmyeong staring at this side with his sword hanging down.

“… … .”

Gonggong looked at Cheongmyeong with his mouth shut.

After looking at Cheongmyeong without saying a word for a long time, he asked with a clear voice.

“Can I ask you one?”

"However much."

His voice was quiet as he asked the question.

“Why did I lose?”

Qingming looked at him quietly and answered.

“Because I forgot.”

“… … .”

“Whether it be a sword or a person… … .”

After a brief pause, Cheongmyeong spoke again slowly.

“There is something that must never be forgotten. The moment you forgot to hold the sword for the first time, you already lost.”

“… … .”

His gaze turned towards the volcano. To be precise, to the Unsword who has not yet regained consciousness.

"I haven't been able to tell you anything, even to your Black Jaffa's disciples. However, I passed my teacher's black school and passed on the teachings to them."

“… … .”

“It wasn’t me who won.”

Qingming declared briefly.

“You, who didn’t feel anything even after looking at that sword, were already dead as a swordsman.”

The gaze of the air turned to the fortune-sword.

“The sword… … Sharpness is not everything.”

“I understand.”

He nodded his head slightly as if the air had understood.

Sreung.

Then he slowly pushed the sword into the sheath.

The two hands held in the center and held out in front were trembling.

"well… … learned.”

widely!

Likewise, Qingming, who pushed the dark plum blossom sword into the scabbard, received the supremacy lightly.

“I learned well.”

The two bowed their heads for a moment, hugging each other. Eventually, when Qingming raised his head again, his body in the air fell like a rotten old tree.

dump.

The sound of a completely exhausted body collapsing spread clearly in all directions.

“… … .”

The world was filled with silence.

The Three Great Disciples of Huashan defeated the elder of the shaman.

In front of this absurd result, not only the shaman and the audience, but even the disciples of Hwasan were speechless.

In the stillness that even felt uncomfortable, Cheongmyeong spoke to Heo Sanja.

“This rain is… … .”

“… … .”

“It’s a volcanic victory.”

and smiled softly.

“I learned a lot thanks to you.”

Heo Sanja's teeth, which had been bitten so tightly, eventually broke off.

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