Return of Mount Hua Sect

i have to check (3)

Jin Yang-geon covered in dirt and scratched the ground without realizing it. His eyes fluttered around not knowing where to go.

Wow!

With the sound of an explosion from the front, the wreckage of the front was shot towards him.

“Hey profit!”

He panicked and fell flat on the floor. Broken walls and torn shards of pillars swept past his head as if it were about to be smashed. That momentum alone gave me a tingling in the back of my head.

Jin Yang-geon's face was stained with dirt and cold sweat.

I didn't ask for much.

He was just a person who would just buy a little bit of money, get some money, and run away. Of course, cheating against the Golden Swordsman is something that can't be attempted with any small talk, but if you can change the rest of your life with just one gut, isn't it worth trying?

'By the way… … How the hell did it end up like this?'

When I looked at the pierced front, I could see the iron imitation swordsmen who had fallen to the ground and the dark red blood flowing from their bodies.

He shifted his gaze with trembling eyes. The body of the iron imitation came into view. His neck was strangely broken, and he died without even closing his eyes.

The moment he saw the dead eyes that had lost focus, the strength of Jin Yang-geon's body was released. After barely getting up halfway, he fell back to his seat.

"Why… … .”

Regardless of his will, his jaw trembled.

'Why have you become like this!'

Who would have imagined that one thing he had done would have caused such a absurd thing to happen?

'The iron imitation... … .'

Iron imitation is a sect that exerts absolute influence, at least in this area of ​​Namchang. The fact that the Golden Swordsman couldn't handle the iron imitation, and put in requests for help here and there, was enough to guess its momentum.

Besides, even the guests of all nations joined, so it was right to say that there was no sect capable of imitation of iron in this Gangseo.

Therefore, Jin Yang-geon was able to defraud the Golden Swordsman, and in a situation where his life fluctuates, he relied on iron imitation to seek survival.

However, the scene unfolding before his eyes completely shattered his expectations and plans.

Paaaah!

black soared. At the moment when the sword that is closer to grandeur than flashy flashed, those who were blocking it were swept away like fallen leaves in the autumn wind and collapsed backwards.

“… … .”

Jin Yang-geon swallowed dry saliva as the battle line collapsed and the master of the sword revealed.

'I, at that young age... … .'

No, it may not be appropriate to say that he is young to that man who devoted himself to the extent that even the dust on his face could not cover it all.

However, it is also true that the swordsmanship and inaction shown by the author do not match the apparent age at all.

Aren't the iron imitations, who seemed to have lived twice as long as him, daring to stand up to his swordsmanship and are being pushed back?

I suddenly thought that the ideal, prestigious swordsman who acted with the Taehaeng Samgeom was a perfect fit for the author.

And it wasn't just the author.

The other people lined up to his left and right were also unusual at a glance.

The sword was stretched out like a beam of light from the fingertips of the female swordsman who evaded the flying spear like a butterfly.

He searched for gaps like a ghost, stabbed them, quickly retrieved the sword, and fired the sword at the vital point of the person behind him again.

It was extremely quick, accurate, and clutter-free.

“Aaaaaah!”

The one who had his shoulder pierced screamed and collapsed. However, before his body could fall to the floor, her sword was recovered after stabbing him in the side of the one behind him.

Paaah!

I couldn't even imagine how many times I had to cultivate such a plain and simple herbivore to be able to use it like an absolute herb. The ship was more impressive than the scattering sword, the powerful single sword that knocked down five or six at once.

“Hey profit!”

Each time her sword pierced through the imitation swords, Jin Yang-geon shuddered as if his stomach had been pierced and backed away.

'I'm crazy... … .'

How the hell did you do this?

After all those iron imitation swordsmen were defeated, it was clear who the next person to be pierced by that sword would be.

Even that's not all.

“Be careful behind the scenes, as those who have fallen may wield their swords… … . Be careful, you bastard!”

The man swinging his sword from the right shouted and kicked the stone on the floor. The chasing stone flew swiftly and struck the iron imitation sword precisely in the back of the curly-haired man who was running wild in front of him.

"OMG? Surely you knocked it down?”

“Die, really!”

“Hey, the death penalty can take a good look at it!”

The curly-haired man chuckled slyly, then took another step forward and lifted his body lightly into the air.

“Ura-chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Soon, red black smoke bloomed.

"Ah… … .”

The black energy that erupted from the tip of the sword gradually took on a more complete form, and then it changed to like flower petals fluttering in the sky.

Jin Yang-geon was shocked and opened his eyes.

'Cow, petals!'

How do you not know?

It is the plum blossom sword of the volcanic wave that is currently flying with an unparalleled reputation among the powerful.

'I thought it was just a metaphor because it was said to be a blade-like sword!'

Who would have imagined that it was really in the form of petals fluttering with black energy?

'Hey, is that really going to happen?'

At this point, I thought that people were easily deceived by the sword he showed off. Of course, it was possible because there were only a few people in Gangseo who were far away from the volcano who had observed the plum blossoms of the volcanic wave.

Jin Yang-geon clenched his fists tightly. And muttered in a muffled voice.

Now I feel it all over again.

“I really… … It's really a volcanic wave... … .”

Now that I've seen that sword, there's no way I can ignore it anymore.

No, even if they didn't see that sword, how could it be possible for only six people to push such a large number of iron imitations if they weren't a volcanic group?

Of course, nearly fifty people have fallen so far, and the number of remaining iron imitation swords exceeds hundreds. However, their momentum was not the same as in the beginning. Those who boasted great momentum like well-trained soldiers are now gathering in the middle like a flock of sheep driven by wolves attacking the outskirts.

It had been a long time since the iron imitation ark, which had to deal with such a situation, had already become a corpse with a twisted neck.

It was too obvious what the end of this battle would be now.

And the fate of Jin Yang-geon to come was as clear as fire.

'Everyone, we have to run.'

Even a three-year-old child would be able to guess what it would be like if they were caught by impersonating a volcanic group.

As long as even the iron imitation cannot stop him, we must run away from here immediately.

But… … Where?

How to run away from the crazy people who hear the news of him and run all the way to here from a distant island in a month, and even attack the iron imitation with only six of them and cut him off to release him?

Those madmen will surely follow him to the ends of the world wherever he flees.

'But somehow... … .'

Jin Yang-geon got up and quickly looked around to find a chance to escape. Then, for a moment, he flinched and opened his mouth slowly.

'Hey, that's... … .'

The beggars were sitting densely on the wall behind the battle, watching him. Jin Yang-geon felt his fate as if the sky was falling at that moment.

'It's already full of open guys.'

There may be a way to escape from the hand of the volcano. But there is no way to hide from the open eyes. It is common knowledge that anyone who lives in a river is familiar.

Jin Yang-geon's breathing became more and more difficult. It was then that he was desperate, rolling his eyes.

Aaaaaaaaaaah!

A huge tension surged upwards with a loud explosion.

Curl rumble!

As soon as the tension hit the pavilion roof, the tiles shook violently and poured down like rain. The rafters also scattered in all directions like arrows.

Power enough to blow up the entire roof of the fortress in one single blow.

It was a sight that felt like my heart would stop because of numbness in my stomach.

And the non-human things that created the scene were now biting each other like three tigers vying for territory.

Kagang!

The sword and the sword collided in the air.

Even against Doo, who was a heavy soldier, the young swordsman's thin and thin sword did not move even a single inch. That's all.

Kaga Gaga!

The sound of metal and metal clashing with electric power resounded eerily, and the sword began to push the sword away.

With the sword and the sword in between, the faces of the two were close together.

The man's face, who had been holding the sword with both hands and holding on with all his might, gradually became distorted. On the other hand, there was no expression on his face, holding the sword.

With an expression close to indifference beyond his coolness, he only added strength to the hand holding the sword.

Whoops!

Cheongmyung's wrist was twisted for an instant. The tip of the sword, which was in contact with the sword, leaned forward and began to scratch the sword's neck.

square. square.

It was literally scratching rather than cutting.

The tip of the sword that touched lightly drew a red line on the thick neck. The Dao desperately pushed the teeth away, but each time he drew another red blemish.

In a very short time, five or six red lines appeared on Dosu's neck.

“B… … .”

Dosu's face turned white.

Every moment the sword touched his neck, he felt as if he had stepped out of the gates of hell. If the sword pushes in one more inch, his carotid artery will be cut off.

“Shut up!”

Dosu contorted his face in astonishment.

'What power... … .'

He reflexively looked away.

A slender wrist was visible.

Of course, beyond the clothes, it was felt that Iza's body was quite well-rounded and well-trained. But even so, it was less than half the thickness of his arm holding the sword.

So where the hell did this power come from?

"Hey."

Kaga Gaga!

The sword pierced his blade and scraped it.

“You’ve been chattering the whole time, where can you talk more?”

"this… … .”

That was the moment.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

A tremendous tension flew again from the back of Qingming's back. It is the same tension that blew up the entire roof a little while ago.

Whoops!

At this, Akmon Dosu pressed down Qingming with desperate force. The intention was to hold him here so that he could not escape the tension.

Dosu, who was trying to bring down the power of breastfeeding, stopped for a moment. It was because he saw the face of Cheongmyeong with one corner of his mouth raised.

It was an obvious laugh.

Aww!

“Bye!”

In an instant, a tremendous pain spread in the back of his foot. Qingming stepped on his foot and smashed all his bones.

The moment your body shakes slightly in pain.

Shrek.

The strength of the sword in contact with the tile was slowly released.

There was no way he who was pushing the Dao with all his might could resist the change. Even the bones of his feet were broken and it was difficult to control his body.

As his body leaned forward, the sword entangled in the Tao like a snake and shook his center of gravity.

round.

Before he could fully comprehend the situation, Dosu's body rotated in mid-air, and after a while he landed on the other side of Cheongmyeong.

It was a move that had nothing to do with his will.

'What… … .'

Confused, as he was about to grab the sword again, Cheongmyung kicked him hard in the chest.

Wow!

His body, which was hit hard, bounced back like an arrow that left the protest.

Neither the pain in my chest nor the situation I couldn't comprehend just before was not important. What was important now was the tension flying towards his back.

right.

It twisted and turned with electric power in the air. The spine screamed at the unprepared and radical movement.

“Ahhhh!”

An all-out assault smashed the tension that was flying towards him.

Aaaaaaaaaaah!

The pottery and tension collided, causing a huge explosion.

The one who had applied the tension staggered and took a few steps backwards, and the one who launched an assault in mid-air fell to the floor and drained a gulp of blood.

"this… … .”

The moment their faces are contorted and stained with pain and anger.

“If I showed this to the children of Hwasan, Sasuk-jo would have liked it.”

With a sword draped over his shoulder, Cheong-myeong said with a smile that turned the viewers inside out.

“It’s a perfect textbook that says you shouldn’t do hap-gong on a regular basis.”

“This bitch… … .”

At that moment, the figure of Cheong-myeong, who was gently tapping my shoulder with a sword, disappeared on the spot. Then, in an instant, he appeared right in front of Dosu, who touched the floor.

'Ugh!'

Dosu raised his sword above his head, startled enough that his heart jumped out of his neck. It was to block the flying sword. However, as the Tao moved upward, Chong Myung's feet dug into the empty space. And he kicked his chin.

Wow!

It was just a person's foot and chin collided, and an absurdly loud roar broke out.

The kicked Dosu flew away, scattering blood in the air, and was thrown into the battlefield.

Kurreung.

In the end, the entire building collapsed and covered him.

Seeing the scene with indifferent eyes, Qingming spoke slowly.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not in a good mood right now.”

And with the tip of his sword, he aimed at the one remaining sword of all men.

“It would be better not to shave your snout.”

The blood of all nations began to cool coldly.

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