Return of Mount Hua Sect

d*mn it. Is it a flower sword?'

The one who knocked down the enemy.

Maybe it just arrived in Hwasan.

Yado's face is visibly hardened.

Of course, it's not like some of those little boys have turned the tide, but...….

'This isn't the end.'

The arrival of the Hwajeong sword now means that all of Hwasan's doorways on the west coast are now returning. I was told that the number was not that small.

It's obvious that if they all arrive, the war will be at a disadvantage now.

"Ha ha!"

Feeling impatient, Yado suddenly began to wield his will toward Hyun Jong.

We need to cut back on the numbers!'

Winning simply doesn't mean more standing at the end.

If you take a lot of damage by knocking down your enemies, it's just more surviving, and you can't really call it a victory.

Their solidarity easily goes beyond what Yado thinks of the unity of the literary faction. That would be a force, but the other way around?

"If a man of long standing dies, he'll be shocked!"

A province with a formidable spirit was struck at Hyun Jong.

Whoosh!

Hyun Jong lifted the sword reflexively and managed to stop the attack. However, he couldn't handle all the power in the province and lost his balance and rolled back.

"Die, old man!"

The province flew mercilessly toward Hyun Jong's neck, which was momentarily defenseless.

One.

Whoops!

The province was interrupted by a sword that intervened.

"…You'd better watch your mouth."

Baek Cheon, who ran without even looking elsewhere and blocked Hyun Jong's front, gave a cold look.

"Before you rip that mouth off."

"…...you little boy?"

Baek Cheon unanswered and invigorated the sword against help.

Fighting!

"LOL!"

After bouncing back from the sword, Yado immediately lowered his posture and braced himself.

This guy.

It's not easy.

At least it doesn't have a backlog. My wrist felt numb because of the history of digging with my wrist.

'You said the enemy knocked him down.'

I guess it wasn't just a fluke.

Unlike Yado, however, Baek Cheon helped Hyun Jong first.

"I'm sorry, long man. I'm too late."

"Baek Cheon아……."

Looking at the scars on Hyun Jong's whole body, Baek Cheon bit his lips again.

If only I was a little late.'

It was a wound that wouldn't be strange to bleed to death. Imagining when it was a little later made my hair curl.

Something started bubbling up from the stomach.

"I'll deal with it from now on."

"It's too dangerous. I……."

"Long story short, pay attention. If the writer goes wrong, we won't buy it even if we live."

"……."

Hyun Jong nodded quietly.

"I see."

"Take care of your wounds and lead your disciples."

At the end of the sentence, Baek Cheon immediately stepped in front of Hyun Jong.

Hyun Jong looked at his back in silence.

When did this kid grow up like this?'

I knew I was getting stronger. But Hyun Jong's passion wasn't just because of Baek Cheon's physical strength.

It was because I realized that Baek Cheon, who was considered only a child to be led, was already a confident prosecutor and supported him.

Strangely enough, I was filled with emotions that I couldn't understand even though I knew I wasn't in a situation like that's like that.But Yado watching it wasn't very pleasant.

"How dare you deal with me?"

In plain sarcasm, Baek Cheon pointed at the pulled sword and said coldly.

"Is there any reason you can't?"

"You don't know how scary a puppy is."

"No, you're not."

"…what?"

Baek Cheon smirked.

"I'm a tiger cub, and you're just a dog. You may be a little bigger and stronger, but you're a dog."

Yado was a little dazed and saw Baek Cheon.

How can you pour out all that vitriol with a face that would be natural if you read the first pitch?

"Is there no one out of his mind in Hwasan?"

"I'm usually sane. You're the one who made me crazy."

Baek Cheon gritted his teeth.

"Since you dare to put a knife on a long man's body, you'd better not think about dying beautifully, you son of a b*tc*!"

"That……."

As soon as Yado tried to talk about something, Baek Cheon rushed in with a question-and-answer dance.

an angry face and a violent spirit In contrast, however, the sword's taxonomy was as sharp and accurate as ever.

God d*mn it!

Yado's body began to cool off after cutting off Baek Cheon's sword, which was rapidly rushing toward his neck.

'Maybe there's more scars than roads today.'

Yado clenched his teeth and repeatedly confronted Baek Cheon's sword.

"Amitabha Buddha."

"……."

Do Kyulso looked at Hye Yeon, who blocked Hyun Sang's face, and hardened his face.

"Is it Sorim?"

"My name is Hye Yeon."

"Why is Shaolin helping Hwasan?"

"That's a strange thing to say."

Hye Yeon shook her head quietly.

"Why do you need a reason to help someone? To follow what the heart does. What's more……."

Hye Yeon's eyes, which seemed calm and gentle, gradually subsided.

"You don't need a reason to stop the whole body from smelling so much blood."

"That's a lot of work."

Do Kyulso licked his lips with his tongue out.

It's Hye Yeon.'

The name of the person who was raised by Shaolin was Hye Yeon. The winner of the Cheonjabi Dance Festival, and one day a long writer of Shaolin.

"If you die right now, Shaolin will shed tears of blood."

"Amitabul, that's not going to happen."

Hye Yeon's voice was so calm. But his fingertips were still shaking slightly.

Stay calm.

No matter how Hye Yeon is, this was the first time she experienced a real game. A little while ago, the smell of flesh and blood had disturbed his composure.

His eyes instinctively looked for someone.

"……Amitabul."

With his eyes on someone's back briefly, he soon looked at Do Kyulso with a face that was clearly softer than before.

"It's too far."

"…What are you talking about?"

Hye Yeon sighed softly.

'I've been training my whole life to win immobility. I can't keep my composure in this little thing.'

On the other hand, the man he is pursuing remains ice-cold in this situation.

Hye Yeon, who recalled Chung-Myung's back, clearly engraved in her mind, took a pose.

I'm glad I came to Hawasan.'

What he was looking for is certainly here.

Now it's just....

"Just checking yourself out how much you can keep up!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Come here."Boom!

A golden match rose from Hye Yeon's fists, who stepped down strongly.

"My, put it down, you son of a b*tc*!"

"Stay still."

"I'm not yet……"!"

"Stay still. Please."

Hyun Sang distorted his face. But there was no power to resist. The poison that dug into his body has already blackened his body to the heart.

"Lee Seol!"

"Don't get carried away. It's poisonous.

As if overpowering Hyun Sang, Yoo-Esul ran across the battlefield. The visible wound was much worse for Hyun Jong, but the really dangerous one was Hyun Sang.

Others didn't notice, but Yoo-Esul was the only one who got it right.

Yoo-Esul, who rushed to the bottom, finally landed in front of Dang-Soso.

"Accident!"

Dang-Soso shouted as he looked at Yoo-Esul with drenched eyes. But Yoo-Esul cut short with a still expressionless face.

"So So."

"Yes, accident!"

"Dissociation."

Dang-Soso nodded loudly.

"Can you do it?"

"Who do you think I am?"

Dang-Soso clenched his fist.

She's a party girl. When it comes to dealing with poison, he is a descendant of a family that is second to none in the world.

If you are a family that is well versed in poison, you are well versed in detoxification.

Although the poison was not transferred to her because she was a woman, she was confident that she would be second to none in detoxification.

"Lay her down this way, please!"

Yoo-Esul, listening to Dang-Soso, laid Hyun Sang on the floor.

Yoo-Esul grabbed Hyun Sang's shoulder, who opened his mouth to say something.

"The Elder."

"……Lee Seol-ah."

"Believe it."

"……."

In the end, Hyun Sang nodded quietly. Only then did Yoo-Esul lift himself up over his shoulder.

Hyun Sang still turned his head to the side. Ungum was clearly seen lying unconscious.

"……Black."

I had a cramp around Hyun Sang's eyes, biting his lips.

"Soso, Ungum is...…."

"I'm not dying."

"……."

"You can't go back. That's what the death penalty said. I'll never die!"

The words made Hyun Sang's eyes blush.

When you say that you can't die, it means that you are more likely to die in other words.

I want to reach out and squeeze his body, but I couldn't. It is impossible to touch it with an addictive body.

Ungum... You stupid bastard.'

I couldn't tell.

He stood in front of his disciples and was injured to the point where his life was at risk.

As a teacher, should I praise such a student's behavior? Or should I be angry?

Finally, Hyun Sang's eyes were filled with tears that he had held back.

"Well done, well done……. Well done, you idiot."

I wish I had been a little selfish.….

Hyun Sang, who was looking at the ungum lying bloodless, turned his head again and looked at the battlefield. And muttered.

"Look, Ungum."

The disciples you raised and kept are now protecting Hwasan.

Right now, here.

Whoosh!

The sword, which had been violently blown away, became soft like a limp, and soon began to stand by sprinkling colorful plum swords.

"Rain, d*mn it!"

"What the hell happened to them?"

Warriors in the room, all covered in blood on the flying plum leaves, panicked and stepped back.

However, the one who sprayed the sword shone fiercely as if he had no intention of letting them escape.

"Where are you going, you bastards!"

Jo-Gol screamed and ran forward after them.But at that moment.

"Stay where you are!"

Jo-Gol's foot was recovered from the blast from the back.

Jo-Gol turned around and Yoon-Jong was staring at him with an unusually cold face.

"Is it important to bring down the enemy?"

"Oh, no, death penalty!"

"Is it okay for the death penalty to die while you're away?"

"No!"

"Then keep your seat! You have to hold out in front of me!"

"Yes!"

Jo-Gol pulled himself together again and flexed his lower body.

Meanwhile, Yun-Jong's sword parted Ho Gong like a ray of light.

"Argh!"

And he penetrated the shoulders of all the people who were pushing the other Hwasan disciple.

The way Jo-Gol clearly blocks the front, and Yoon-Jong supports from the back. Even though they didn't say so, they naturally found their place.

"Don't get carried away. Don't let your guard down. Cool your head! Cold!

"Yes!"

Jo-Gol grabbed the sword and looked ahead.

Usually, he is the softest Yoon-Jong among Baek Cheon's group, but seeing the death penalty bleed, he was exuding an aura that he had never seen before.

To the point where Jo-Gol can't even speak.

Jo-Gol was definitely better than Yoon-Jong when it comes to skills. From the beginning, he was stronger than Yoon-Jong, but it is no exaggeration to say that the difference has now widened to some extent.

One.

"Sasook! Step back!"

"Oh, I got it!"

Even the white porcelain boats moved without a murmur at the roar of Yoon-jong. Jo-Gol won't be able to create this situation if he dies and wakes up.

'As expected, the death penalty is the death penalty.'

Therefore, Yoon-Jong is a person who can be a writer in the future, and Jo-Gol is just someone who will assist him.

But what's wrong with that?

"Walk!"

"Yes, death penalty!"

Jo-Gol's eyes gazed at the crowds.

Soon his sword embroidered Ho Gong like a ray of light.

'I'm more suited to this!'

Jo-Gol will be the sword if Yoon-Jong and Baek Cheon lead Hwasan.

The sharpest sword in Hwasan.

That was the way Jo-Gol wanted to walk.

Yeah, like....

Jo-Gol's gaze glanced at Chung-Myung's back as he walked toward the wall.

"Alone?"

"Enough."

Heukssi's short question was also answered briefly by Chung-Myung.

"…...it doesn't look so easy in the back."

Chung-Myung's eyes glanced back.

Everyone is dealing with an enemy stronger than himself. Until Hyun Young's men arrive from the West Bank, they will probably have to continue their hard fight.

But…….

"Enough."

a firm voice

"I've never raised them weakly. And……."

Chung-Myung's eyes were on the Baek Cheon party.

"…I can't handle everything these days."

The tiger cubs were now all grown up and slowly showed their teeth. It wouldn't be bad to take this opportunity to let it go in moderation.

"And."

Chung-Myung looked at Heukssi.

"I'm not stupid enough to let a flock of seungnats loose in a place like this."

I could tell instinctively.

The ones in front of you are dangerous. If these guys are released on this battlefield, there will be huge victims.

It's just not like the wild ones. The smell of blood from them reminded me of a time in the past.

"I agree with that. They don't have the same taste. I don't understand killing someone that easily."

Heukssi's mouth, wrapped in black bandages, was strangely twisted."Death should be enjoyed more slowly."

At that, Chung-Myung smiled, showing his teeth.

"That's a good thing."

"…What's the good news?"

Heukssi's face, which had a smile on his face, was subtly hardened.

On the other hand, Chung-Myung's smile grew stronger.

"I like people like you, too."

I can hit you without hesitation.

The man who was called the demon by the demon.

Maehwa Swordsman Chung-Myung stared at the Black Jodan, exuding a bleak life.

The dense and eerie life made Heukssi unknowingly open his mouth.

"…Are you really an expert?"

"Sure."

Chung-Myung smiled with his teeth revealed.

"It's the job of a master to beat and kill people like you. I was just tired of pretending to be nice. So let's get started. Whether you die or I die."

Chung-Myung, who released everything he had been pressing, was shot at the Black Jodan with a creepy smile.