Return of Mount Hua Sect

Hye Yeon's face has hardened slightly.

Sharp.

Sword?

No.

Your steps, your drunkenness, and your eyes! There is nothing that is not sharp.

Check!

Although Shaolin is well-versed in all kinds of weapons, Shaolin's true ignorance comes from recommended perception.

It means that Shaolin is a place that uses the body more than the disease.

Therefore, no matter how Hye Yeon is, it was the first time to face a prosecutor this close.

Ye Yeon's whole body was pierced with anticipation from Yoo-Esul. Feeling as if he was poking his skin with a needle, he unknowingly hardened his face.

Whoosh!

Yoo-Esul's sword with a sharp sword stretched straight with the sound of a bird flying above the water.

It is a herbivore called Seonin-ro in Gangho, but its substance is just a straight stab.

The basic of the basics.

But when the basics spread out in Yoo-Esul's hands, it was no different from the world's solar system.

Boom!

Hye Yeon pushed forward reflexively.

Then the fist attached to his side was thrown in a straight line with exclamation.

The herbivore he used was also a simple regime.

How many times have I thrown out this fist?

Hundreds of thousands, or millions?

I don't know. I can't count.

Repeated and repeated volumes become a form in themselves.

Even if it's a seasonal season, it's just a shell if you don't grind it.

Every time the government makes a decision, it becomes complete by itself.

Even if you are not aware of it, your Danjeon moves, and the rotational force pushed up from the tip of your toes is transferred to your fist.

And release!

Whoo!

From the tip of Hye Yeon's fist, golden circles sprang out like a stream of water.

Yoo-Esul, who was stabbing in a straight line, saw it and twisted his body to the side by side.

Take a right.

Whoosh!

Kwon narrowly grazed Yoo-Esul's side.

But that's enough.

Having evaded her power, she lowered her posture and entered Hye Yeon's street.

It is common sense for inspectors who face authority to spread the distance.

But Yoo-Esul narrows the streets at a rather frightening pace.

The love of the blood pressure!

Lightly, but precisely, shake your wrist. The small movement, which began at the fingertips, turned into a large movement aimed at Hye Yeon's whole body after passing the examination and reaching the end of the sword.

The sword shakes and draws dozens of screenings.

The sharp and elaborate figures of the sword seemed to tear Hye Yeon's body apart at any moment.

At that moment.

Just yourself.

Hye Yeon's body became blurred and disappeared as if it were going to blow off.

At the same time, Yoo-Esul also kicked the floor and flew sideways.

The love of the blood pressure!

Soon she swung her sword with all her might at Ho Gong, who had nothing.

behavior that is at first glance incomprehensible

But at that moment, Hye Yeon appears where Yoo-Esul wields a sword.

It was like a fish jumped into a moderately stirred net.

The world's Hye Yeon also twisted her body, stiffening her complexion and embarrassing at this moment. But that alone was impossible to escape her fierce sword altogether.

Crunch.

The sword grazed Hye Yeon's shoulder.

At that moment, he spun around and rather rushed forward. And I hit Yoo-Esul's empty stomach with a sword swing.Whoosh!

Yoo-Esul's body bounced back like a shell.

Yoo-Esul, who was flying like a kite that fell off a string, turned a couple of times in Ho Gong and landed lightly on the floor.

Tear.

A drop of red blood flowed down her mouth.

Hye Yeon wasn't in a very good situation either. The hem of the yellow cloth on the shoulder that had been cut by the sword was turning red.

Those who were watching the match finally breathed out their breaths

The same is true of Hwasan's disciples.

Yoon-Jong clenched his fist unknowingly.

Oh, my God.

In fact, it was a workshop that could only be considered a team work. But how much was in the short workshop?

Above all, what surprised Yoon-jong was the exact herbivore and momentary judgment that the two showed. He does not hesitate at all to choose the best number he can choose.

Belief in the things that have been built up.

It was impossible without confidence in the path he was walking.

"…Was the accident so strong?"

Jo-Gol let out a low groan.

He can tell because he has fought Hye Yeon. How strong that draw in Hong-an is. Jo-Gol had no choice but to look at him when he was developing herbivores in front of his eyes.

Natural operation as if water is flowing, and movement that is not felt to be unnecessary because it has been polished countless times.

Hye Yeon's first-hand experience was truly shocking.

But Yoo-Esul is mixing with Hye Yeon. Even if it doesn't overwhelm it doesn't lag behind.

"When the executioners lay down and sleep, the accident swung the sword."

"……."

"But don't get me wrong. Efforts don't solve everything. The accident was just hanging everything on the sword except for eating and sleeping time."

Jo-Gol lost his words and shut up.

It's easier said than done.

But who can really do that?

It is true that Chung-Myung drove them like hell. But to be honest, while Chung-Myung was away, no one would be here to push himself to the same level as when he was teaching.

The only one who did it was now on stage.

"Watch."

Chung-Myung said, looking at Bimu with his sinking eyes.

"There's got to be something to feel."

Yoo-Esul touched his abdomen lightly.

Although the intestines were shaken, they were not deeply injured.

There are two things I felt from this short race.

The first is…….

'Strong.'

Stronger than I thought.

It felt as if he was swinging a sword against an iron wall. No attack seemed to penetrate that man's defense. The injury to the shoulder is also a result of the embarrassment of those who lack hands-on experience, but it was not done with their skills.

And now the same number won't work.

And the second is...….

"If you face each other head on, you will never win.'

The difference in history is enormous.

Yoo-Esul's history is second to none.

Of course, Hwasan lost his basic core and did not strengthen his disciples' history. However, Yoo-Esul, who took the mix and jasodan, never outlived his best student.

Nevertheless, there is a significant difference.

Hye Yeon's enormous history in the book seemed to crush her body. You can't fight any more if you allow one right.Then what you have to do is walk a tightrope.

Without allowing an opponent's attack, a sword must be inserted through the opponent's steel wall.

Can we do it?

Yoo-Esul's eyes are slightly distorted.

When will you be strong if you do what you can, when! You know if you can do it or not, right? Are you going to do what you can do all the time and repeat it for the rest of your life? These days, they don't have a sense of improvement.

Old man.

But that's true.

You met a strong man? Then you should be happy. It means that I can throw everything I can and get it without a problem. Then just hit him as hard as you can.

'You don't have to tell me.'

Yoo-Esul's toes are strained.

"I'm thinking about it!"

Hit it hard!

At the same time as the floor of the blue stone cracked, Yoo-Esul rushed quickly toward Hye Yeon.

Whoosh!

The sword struck like lightning was blocked by Hye Yeon's palm. I blocked the sword that was pulled out as soon as there was a sword, but there was no scratch.

But that is already expected.

Yoo-Esul's sword slid down Hye Yeon's palm.

The transition from steel to oil.

The sword, which gently flows down his arm, aims at Hye Yeon's chest. But Hye Yeon wasn't being snubbed either.

Toong!

His arm gave off a semi-elasticity. A sword flowing through his forearm bounced off a semi-carburizer, piercing Yoo-Esul's front.

The next book!

Fighting!

A light stick stuck in Yoo-Esul's left shoulder. A single shock hit her body to the point of twisting all over her body.

But Yoo-Esul didn't back out, throwing up Seonjiffy.

Crack!

Yoo-Esul's foot, which took a step forward, trampled on Hye Yeon's ankle. Hye Yeon's feet were stuck on the floor breaking a thick stone.

Blame!

And Yoo-Esul swooped back. The sword trembled and soon began to shoot out red plum blossoms.

This move!

Tie the opponent and spread the distance.

Of course, for Hye Yeon, the extent to which her feet were stuck on the floor is just a momentary delay, but that was enough for her.

More perfectly.'

This is not enough.

More! More! More!

Like you're alive!

It should not simply remain sophisticated. No matter how perfect the plum blossoms are, it is no different from Jongnam if you are satisfied with them.

You have to put your true intentions in it to truly become Hwasan's plum blossoms!

Yoo-Esul gradually forgot about himself.

'I'm...'

a dark night

And the moon of the golden moon in the sky.

A man is wielding a sword down there.

More beautifully. In a desperate way.

The sword, which had not been able to continue and had been cut off, falls down. I can't forget how I was sobbing because I couldn't stand it.

Here.

Here it is.

The plum blossoms that couldn't be smoked. a plum blossom that could never have blossomed

The plum blossoms that a man has been trying to paint all his life now unfold in Yoo-Esul's hands.

The plum leaves, which seemed to be breathing alive, swirled through the wind from the end of the sword, covering Hye Yeon's whole body.

It seemed impossible for Hye Yeon to avoid all of these swords.One, at that moment.

"Amitabul!"

Whoo! Whoosh!

Hye Yeon's whole body was covered with golden glow.

Half-open eyes.

The natural attitude of the class leader.

Those who knew the meaning of the posture jumped out of their seats in dismay.

"No, no capacity!"

A septic voice penetrated people's ears.

And

Whoo! Whoosh!

Hye Yeon's whole body finally turned gold, and soon began to radiate a red glow everywhere.

Loud and holy.

The plum blossoms, which seemed to be about to egg Hye Yeon's whole body, melted like snow in the pouring golden glow.

Bulgwang, which embodies the energy of Fasa, destroyed everything that was false things that were false. And instead of staying with him, he began to push Yoo-Esul's whole body away.

Wood.

If you don't resist, you'll just be pushed back.

But Yoo-Esul didn't step down easily.

Wood.

The whole body made a warping sound.

With his teeth clenched, Yoo-Esul took another step forward, bleeding from his nose and mouth.

Hye Yeon's eyes shook.

"Why?"

It's already a game.

Yoo-Esul's sword did not touch his body, and it will never.

But why is the author moving forward? I'm sure you fully understand that no matter how evil you may be, you can't give him another scratch.

"Foolish!

Hye Yeon boosted her history even more.

If you don't resist, you'll just be pushed out of the stage. So why do you have to resist and hurt yourself?

Wood.

Yoo-Esul's ankle twisted with a terrible sound.

Chin!

But Yoo-Esul attached the twisted ankle to the floor. Then I took the next step forward again.

The blood flowed down to the point where it was completely wet, but there was not a single shaking in her eyes.

'Why!'

Soon Yoo-Esul raises his sword.

She eventually lifted the sword until the end, though the child's arms trembled like that of a heavy sword.

Then I hit it slowly.

No, it was more like losing strength and falling down than hitting.

There is no momentum, and there is no history.

Crunch.

But Hye Yeon couldn't escape the sword.

His chest cracked long.

a sheath wound at best

But it was a wound that I shouldn't have worn.

"…reached."

At last Yoo-Esul lost his strength and sank to the spot.

Flop.

The outcome is clear.

But Yoo-Esul's face did not belong to the loser, and Hye Yeon's face did not belong to the victor.

Hye Yeon looked down at her wounds with a white face.

'How the hell...….'

How can you hurt your opponent without backing down in such a situation?

Hye Yeon turned her head reflexively.

Where his eyes are on.

Among Hwasan's disciples, Chung-Myung looked at him with a significant look on his face.

"It's going to cool your spine. You punk."

Hye Yeon's palms were wet with cold sweat.