"Don't get carried away!"
Hyun Jong's voice rang loudly.
It was Hyun Jong, who rarely raised his voice, but now his voice contained extraordinary power.
"Don't rush! Don't lose your reason to the enemy! You are Hwasan's disciples! Trust the death penalty and keep your position!"
Hyun Jong bit his lips tightly. His eyes followed Chung-Myung on the other side of the cliff.
Defeat Jang Nilso.
The disciples are fighting for their lives against the enormous man.
I know well that my disciples have been dealing with great enemies, but it is the first time I have seen everyone fight together in front of my eyes like now.
It's like scratching my stomach with a sharp knife.
I can now clearly understand what the word "dry blood" means. Hyun Jong's whole mind is stuck across the cliff, not here.
"Oh my god!"
Hyun Jong screamed like a thunderbolt at the eye-catching movement.
Then the ungum, who was about to push forward, flinched and stopped.
"Are you going to tell me you died trying to help? You punk!
Ungum bites his lips tightly. My shoulders were shaking thin.
But he eventually kept his position. Disobeying the orders of the writer was an option he did not have in the first place.
Why don't you know what Hyun Jong feels like?
Not only Ungum but also other disciples would like to cut down all the people in the way and go to help Ogum.
But it shouldn't be.
Hawsan's power is not yet up to the universal. If they try to force their way through this place, they must be prepared to annihilate. Just by holding them together and holding on to them, Hwasan's disciples are doing more than I have.
Fortunately, what is both surprising and surprising is that the entire population does not attack very aggressively.
'Well, maybe it's natural.’
They have no reason to be in a hurry. Those who were coming up from below would never have imagined Jang Nilso's defeat.
In the end, a ray of red blood flowed from the teeth-piercing lips.
He wants to shout, too. We have to risk our lives to get through this place and help them.
But this shouldn't be the case either.
He is a long storyteller of Hawsan. There can be no sacrificing other children for them.
He's not the most talented man in Hwasan, he's the weakest man in Hwasan.
Hyun Jong grabbed the sword tightly.
It was now his job to trust them and hold these internationals.
'Don't make me regret this decision for the rest of my life. Please.'
It was a desperate, but unfeasible wind.
* * *
The cliff shook to the point of collapse.
Mu Jin roared, hitting debris and rocks from the game over his head.
"Make a detour! Watch your head! Move, now!"
His face gradually distorted horribly.
God d*mn it!
Now, there is literally a match between Gyeongcheon and Dongji.
A blow breaks down the cliff and rings the sky. No matter how many shaman's disciples, it is pouring oil on them and jumping into the fire.
However, it is impossible to hang on to the cliff like this.Shaolin, Shudang, Namgung, and Cheongseong began to make a big detour to avoid the fierce battle going on above.
At that moment, a sword the size of a house flew from above.
When Mu Jin looked at the sword coming toward him with his eyes wide open, a green figure appeared and swung the sword.
"Long story short!"
It was Byo Kyonja.
He shouted as soon as he flicked out the sword.
"The elders protect their disciples! We have to climb the cliff!"
There was nothing for you to do.
Those who can move on cliffs, especially those who have a high level of ignorance, block debris of energy from above their heads and knock out the falling rocks.
'Up, as long as it goes up somehow.….’
It was that moment.
Along with the roaring sound of the sky turning over, one side of the cliff couldn't resist the shock and fell off. A huge ball of rock, the size of a war angle, began to fall slowly down with a rumble.
With a shout from somewhere, a person soared up.
"Hu Kang, Elder!"
The white and black sword was young at the same time. What he painted was a neat, flexible circle.
Taegeuk Hye-gum's cutting edge hit the falling rock. At the same time, the power released by the elders of Shaolin broke and broke the rock.
Cut and hit again. The level of attacks that deserve to be called "disaster" continued one after another, but the unity of trained human beings has overcome the disaster.
"A priest, aah!
Not everyone succeeded in overcoming it.
Those who were weak slipped, and those who were beaten by rocks that broke the head of a person fell screaming.
Mu Jin bit his lips tightly.
"Rise! All you have to do is climb up the cliff! Don't look back and go up!"
"The death penalty! But the priest...…!”
"Don't you want me to shut up!"
There were tears of blood in Mu Jin's eyes.
You scoundrels, you scoundrels.
I don't dare to embrace Doga's disciples. But in his eyes, the flesh that had never been in his life was flowing endlessly.
"I'll kill you! I'm gonna kill you!”
Screaming, he clenched his teeth once again and climbed up the cliff.
The day stretched past my neck.
Oh, my god!
Only after the sword grazed its neck did the sound follow.
A sword with no way of explaining it except by saying it's great. But the true value of the sword was not just speed.
Heo Do-jin, a big sword, stepped back.
Even though I avoided it, I had a strong pain around my neck.
An intangible force that could not be chased by two eyes flowed out whenever the sword was released, squeezing Heo Do-jin's body.
I've definitely heard of it.
A sword that leads to death without knowing how it is being subjected to. The name of the legendary swordsmanship of the apostle who dies as if he were killed by a dead body, not a human being.
"…is that the twelfth of kings?"
"Well, you recognize it."
The mangeum godfather nodded with an expressionless face.
"It's not enough to deal with the world's shamanistic writers, but it's a name-making season. And most of all...….”
Mangeumdaebu's sword pierced Heo Do-jin. As Heo Do-jin quickly twisted his body, a black sword that passed past him penetrated the cliff and dug for a long time.
Where the hell is the hole?
"I'm using it because it's pretty efficient. I don't really like wasting my history."Heo Do-jin's eyes are subtly distorted.
Surely that sword is tricky to deal with.
"I don't care if it takes time. But aren't you different? The more time you take, the more your cute students will get worse. Are you saying it'
Heo Do-jin bites his lips.
That can't be in your head. He is a shaman's writer. You may die with your tongue out, but you will never die of Sapa's evil enemy.
But the problem is next.
His gaze turned to those below him.
The students of Gupa and Oh Dae-sega, who wrote this, are climbing the cliff struggling. Rocks roll down their heads, and every time the tension flies, everyone tries their best to stop them.
hanging so precariously from the cliff
The faces of the disciples were so terrible that they could not bear to look at them with their eyes open.
Cover yourself with oil, bleed with arrows, and groan against the exhausted history. Underneath the cliff down there, the fallen disciples are wriggling in pain.
When did it start to be like this?’
Something is completely wrong.
Climbed a cliff. Yes, that was the only way that Heo Do-jin saw at the moment. I thought this was the only way to live.
But is it really?
The opponent is fully preserving the power on the cliff. At best, he only carried a cauldron of oil, and fired an arrow.
All men, Haomun, Heukguibo, and the enemies who must be disembarking and gathering here by now.
On the other hand, the disciples of the old faction must fight against the evil enemies of Sapaeryeon, exhausted because they have already struggled with a bad war.
Why did this happen?
I had never imagined such a painting when I entered this canyon. What the hell did he do wrong to lose those lives so vainly?
What the hell is it for what?
"You have a lot on your mind.”
Heo Do-jin grabbed the sword to break it.
A short distance away, Namgang and King Black Dragon face each other fiercely. King Heukryong, who constantly sprinkles a huge amount of pottery, is great, but Namgung Wang, who never loses an inch to King Heukryong, is also great.
Every time they wield swords and provinces, the cliffs are broken, and pottery and swords are rampant.
And it was the leading shaman and the disciples of Shaolin who were left intact.
That is inevitable. If the king tries to save his strength for those below, and loses, he will immediately attack those who cling to the cliff.
Then it's all over.
However, I resent it even though I know it, because the question of whether those who climb from the front would be doing the same thing even if they were Namgung, not shaman. And this was also proof that Heo Do-jin's mind is that nervous now.
Bop Kye doesn't help much either.
There is no reason why the elder of Shaolin falls short of other writers, but that Cheonmyon Susa has no reason to fall behind. No, Bop Kye's shoulders are too heavy to deal with Safa Jeilsu.
……then what the hell should I do?
Heo Do-jin grinds his teeth. His eyes were full of thin blood.'Jang Nilso.'
There was only one name that came to his mind.
At the moment, Heo Do-jin's face became icy cold. As if determined, a white and black sword flows out of his sword like water.
Swords such as lines drawn on the canvas with a thick brush swirled around Heo Do-jin's Songmun Go Sword to create vortex.
His changed spirit narrowed the eyes of the Mangeum godfather.
The conduit on Heo Do-jin's head was torn off, unable to overcome the momentum. The shape of the scattered head soaring upside down was like a demon.
"Hmm……. Well, if you do it wrong, you could lose money.”
The Mangeum godfather raised his sword with an unhappy face.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
At that moment, two white and black energies from Heo Do-jin's sword swirled around each other in Ho Gong, forming a huge circle.
The face of the Mangeum godfather became white with tension.
Taegeuk Hyegum (혜).
The Taegeuk Hye-gum, called the shaman's best sword, finally began to unfold in the hands of Heo Do-jin.
The Mangeum godfather slowly fixed the sword and grabbed it.
"……This is definitely a loss."
His sword also spewed out blue swords.
"Let's see how great a shaman's sword is."
There was a cold energy in the eyes of the Mangeum godfather.