Return of Mount Hua Sect

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love!

Chung-Myung moved forward quickly.

The blizzard, which began to swirl again, blocked the view, but one thing was clearly visible in the distance.

'Look at this?'

The distance was not easily narrowed.

Although it is developing its own history, there is not much difference in speed. That means that those who are running away now have a lot to do.

'The rat...'

In Chung-Myung's eyes, it was harder to live in the cold than in the winter of the North Sea.

Boom!

As soon as the floor was kicked, the snow piled up. Chung-Myung, completely carrying the strong recoil, ran out like a ray of light. The pouring snow had blocked the front as if it had become a wall, but Chung-Myung had no hesitation in moving through.

Soon, the distance between the black righteous and Chung-Myung narrowed in an instant.

The black man running in the front turned back at the energy felt behind his back.

Chung-Myung was clearly seen running with a sword pulled out.

“…….”

The man's unfeeling eyes stood out for a moment.

The moment he was about to put more weight on his legs.

Oh, my god!

A gruesome sound of breaking penetrated his ear. An anti-Wall sword flew through a blizzard in the eyes of a surprised black righteous man.

At a glance, the sword with extraordinary expectations flew in a frightening manner, as if he were going to double his body.

"LOL!"

The man, who couldn't control the speed he was running, rolled on the floor and managed to escape the sword.

When he rolled the snow field over and over again, he looked up, and the first thing he saw was the opponent's feet that stopped in front of him.

“…….”

"Get up."

The man slowly raised his head in a cold voice. And I looked at Chung-Myung's cold face as if it were covered with ice.

“…….”

"Now explain why you overheard someone else's story. No, before that...….”

Chung-Myung had a cold in his eyes.

"Are you... a demon?"

"LOL."

The man, who heard the word "magyo," laughed quietly. Then he slowly rose up and faced Chung-Myung.

There was a creepy feeling flowing from the eyes revealed through the mask covering the face.

"That's the cause."

“…….”

"If I hadn't followed him, I could have kept my life would have been spared.”

Wood.

The man's hands began to turn black under his sleeves. And then it made a strange noise.

Chung-Myung's eyes got darker when he saw the hand. A low murmur came out.

"Black market"

The black man flinched for a moment. Considering the calmness so far, it was obviously a different reaction.

"How...?"

His question rolled up the corners of Chung-Myung's mouth.

"You're a demon."

It was the moment when doubts turned into conviction. The black righteous man frowned and said cruelly.

"It's not something to put on that dirty mouth."

Then he rushed straight ahead and waved his black hands at Chung-Myung's face.

Whoosh!

But the hand was neatly blocked by the half-picked Chung-Myung's sword.

"Hey!"

Card!

A harder hand than metal scratched the blade. Chung-Myung twisted the corners of his mouth and infused the sword with a history. The red sword soared and cut off the black man's hand.

As if I had never thought I'd cut my hand with a sword, the black righteous hurried back. Blood from the hand dripped over the eyes.

It was hard to live in the eyes of a black man.

But Chung-Myung still asked in a cool voice.

"What are the demons planning to do in this far north sea?"

“…….”"Well…… good. I never expected a proper answer from your mouth anyway. That's how you do it."

Those who have strong convictions do not break their path in the face of any pain. It goes without saying that the belief is a firm belief.

The black man slightly distorted his eyes.

"You sound like you know Markyo very well, don't you?”

"…I know."

Chung-Myung pulled one corner of his mouth up.

Even though I tried not to laugh, I kept getting a weird smile. It was surprising to me when such twisted feelings had settled in my heart. Numerous emotions swirled out in a lump.

Smiling brightly enough to reveal his teeth, Chung-Myung chewed out.

"I'm sick of knowing so well. Stick out your neck. I'll kill you neatly as a gesture of welcome."

a black man

No, the eyes of the Magitans revealed between the masks were blue.

"The mouth of the filthy unbeliever is alive. I'll see if I can talk to you after that neck is cut off!"

The Magitans rushed straight toward Chung-Myung.

It was at the same speed and momentum as before the island.

It was a secret and swift attack, as if a beast holding its breath under the black water rushed out of the water at once.

I love you!

Chung-Myung, who pulled out the sword completely, lowered it lightly. The sun-shining sword shone white.

Meanwhile, the hand wielded by the Magitans created a black shadow. The shadow of the hand, which quickly swelled to dozens, has quickly covered Chung-Myung as a flock of black wolves drove sheep.

Chung-Myung's response to the numerous Jang-youngs was very simple. It is to cut off dozens of hand shadows one by one.

A sword wielded at an invisible speed broke Jang-young, who held Magi, one by one, as if he were dropping a bird flying.

"What……."

The wide-open eyes of the Magitans trembled.

It's impossible.

How fast do you have to swing a sword to do that?

But there was no time to be surprised or to admire.

Chung-Myung, who crushed Jang-young, started flying straight toward him.

"Ugh!"

The Magitans clenched their teeth and waved their hands. His hand, which turned black as ink, poured into Chung-Myung's front, carrying a gruesome game.

Whoops!

As soon as the sword and hands hit each other, a metal sound sounded like iron and iron met.

(Screaming) (Screams) (Screams) (Screams) (Screams)

Sword and hand clashed one after another in Ho Gong. However, while Chung-Myung's sword did not have a scratch on it, the Magitans' black hands were long ground each time they hit Chung-Myung's sword.

"Yikes!"

A demon who noticed that this sword was a recruit tried to bite his hand for a while, but it was already too late.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The margot shouted and waved at Chung-Myung's face. The tension of the black horse market, which had gone all out, gave off a terrifying aura that gave me goosebumps just by looking at it.

It was a terrifying attack, which rotted the flesh just by brushing it.

One.

The hand was stymied by a sword simply wielded by Chung-Myung.

Let's go!

Just as a snake climbed a tree, Chung-Myung's black plum sword began to climb on the arm of the Magitans.

Crunch. Crunch.

The unprotected forearm was cut by the energy of the black market, and the upper arm split long.

"LOL!"

Blood spouted out like a fountain from a deeply cracked wound.

However, instead of backing down, the Magitans stepped forward and tried to smite Chung-Myung with their opposite hands.

Just as the hand grazed Chung-Myung's face.Chung-Myung's body spun quickly and dug into the arms of a single-minded man.

And

Oh, my god!

The end of the sword handle was stuck in the jaws of the Magitans. Blood fountains sprung from his mouth, which bounced off like a kicked ball.

Flop.

"Turn it off……."

The horseman who fell on the floor stood up trembling. Looking at his struggling appearance, Chung-Myung opened his mouth in an emotionless voice.

"That's weak.

“…….”

"Unprecedentedly."

"…before?"

Chung-Myung didn't bother to answer that.

"Poor thing, you only follow Heavenly Demon. Without Heavenly Demon, you are believers who have eventually lost your god, and you are servants who have lost your king."

The Magician stared at Chung-Myung with bloodshot eyes. Chung-Myung grinned.

"Why the hell are you still in the world like ghosts?"

"Hhh……."

Then a sigh, which seemed like a groan and a laugh, came out of the mouth of the Magitans.

"I don't know where I heard it from, but...….you don't know anything."

“…….”

"He's coming back. No……."

The Magitans' eyes glistened with confidence and madness.

"We will bring him back into the world!"

"Crazy guy."

"Heavenly Demon Adventure, Manmaangbok!”

With a fit of rant, he rushes again toward Chung-Myung.

"Kill me!"

Then he waved his hand roughly black to his elbow. It was an attack that was so obvious that it was frowned upon.

"Foolish!"

Chung-Myung's sword hit the flying hand. However, the moment the sword touched the hand, the magi seemed to soar in the hands of the Magitans, and suddenly grabbed the blade of the sword.

Let's go!

The bitter day cut off the hands and the eggs. However, the Magitans did not move an eye as if they did not feel pain. On the contrary, he pressed the sword and narrowed the distance between Chung-Myung.

a moment of desperation

But there was not even a little shaking in Chung-Myung's eyes. On the contrary, it has become colder and cooler than it was at first.

Crunch!

The red sword from the sword neatly cut off the hand that held the blade. The cut hand soared like a bounce. Black blood scattered over the snowfield.

However, as if he could not even feel his hands cut off, he rushed like an angry cow, aiming only for Chung-Myung.

Love, love, love and sorrow!

There was a dark magi on the left field. The spirit that separates Ho Gong was so great that it was almost like black light.

Chin!

Chung-Myung, who stepped hard on the floor, swung a sword at Ho Gong.

Whoosh!

With the sound of cutting through the width of silk, the left arm of the Magitans was cut off from the shoulder.

"Kill me!"

However, even after losing his hands and arms, he did not know how to calm down. On the contrary, the madness and vitality of the eyes were added to give me goosebumps. He didn't have Izzie running into Chung-Myung.

With only half a hand left, Ho Gong covered fiercely.

It was a clear sight to see how far a man who did not feel fear of death could go.

One.

Oh, my god!

The gap between Jang-young and Jang-young was penetrated by light.

"Giggles."

The sword trapped in the middle of the chest was recovered faster than the flying speed, and stabbed the Magitans in the chest one after another.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

In the midst of this, through a stormy gap in Jangyeong, the black hawk dug in like a viper and bit the enemy.

There were dozens of holes in the chest, but the Magitans did not reduce their fighting spirit.

Rather

Push!

As soon as Chung-Myung's sword penetrated the solar plexus, the Magitans rushed forward, shining their eyes. He intended to put the sword in his body and make it more immobile.If you were a sane human being, you wouldn't even think about it.

But the man he was dealing with was not normal either. I've been through this many times.

Chung-Myung stepped on the shin of the Magitans, who rushed with indifferent eyes.

Ooddeuk!

The upper part of the ankle was broken, and the Magitans stumbled.

"Gasp……."

Crunch.

The sword pulled from the pit of the stomach was separated by a thigh blade, and the will no longer support itself.

Boom!

The Magitans knelt on the spot as if they were collapsing.

His face, swollen enough to be seen between the masks, trembles. One hand was cut in half and the other arm was cut off from the shoulder.

There were dozens of holes in the chest, and blood poured out every time I breathed.

It was a wound that wouldn't be strange if he died ten times already, but the Magitans were still breathing. Feeling limp due to lack of strength in his whole body, he bowed his head and muttered something.

"…receiving. Manmaangbok…"….”

Chung-Myung's face is distorted.

"A thousand……………………………………………………….…Maang……."

Squeeze.

Holding the sword to the point where his hands were white, Chung-Myung looked down at Magyodo with slow eyes. In the past, he would have blown off his neck at once, but now his sword was shaking like a hesitation.

"Heavenly Demon……receiving……."

Finally, the Magitans' heads fell down.

The posture on his knees took his breath away. A blizzard slowly began to cover his cold, cooling body.

Chung-Myung, who had been looking at it for a while, swung the sword a little nervously, shook off the blood and pushed it into the cut.

God d*mn it.

Then a loud voice came from behind his back.

"Chung-Myung아!"

Chung-Myung looked back.

Baek Cheon and his party were rushing in.

"Are you all right? You...….”

As soon as he approached, Baek Cheon, who was about to say more, shut up for a moment.

The horrible body in front of Chung-Myung was speechless.

"…What about this guy?"

"Magyo."

“…….”

Baek Cheon was able to grasp the situation at once.

This is not cruel in the hands of the other person. The one who fought until he was like that is out of his mind.

"There really was...….”

Everyone's face hardened with tension.

Chung-Myung turned his eyes and stared at the Magistrate.

'Nothing's changed.’

They are still a fanatic of Heavenly Demon. A hundred years after his death.

'A second coming…….'

Chung-Myung fixed his eyes on the body of a disastrous demon and chewed it out.

"Look carefully."

“…….”

"Now I'm gonna have to watch this to death."

A colder chill than the wind in the North Sea penetrated the hearts of the Hwasan disciples.