Episode 347. awaken (2)
Koo Goo Goo! pop! Quaang!
Yeo Sang-rin’s eyes flashed.
‘Super high!’
The new resonator unique to the political faction, the life force of the blood warlords that followed, and the demonic spirits of the demons who were too familiar were causing a splendid collision beyond the gate of the Outer Garden.
‘uh? What is this energy?!’
Even in the midst of embarrassment, Yeo Sang-rin noticed the identity of a powerful energy.
‘Goru Grandpa?’
The only Mazon I’ve ever met at Xiliang’s residence.
It wasn’t long, and Gorumazon and her had a friendly conversation like Maji’s grandson. It was Gorumazon who changed the impression of Mazon from the root, which had been transmitted only as fear in the former Moorim.
Yeo Sang-rin was taken aback.
‘I would have thought it was my grandfather who led 300 troops to the north.’
He knew that the Protestant elite troops had arrived. But I didn’t know that Gorumazon would come forward.
‘Wait, but why are you in Shandong? How did you come to know this place?’
It was confusing. Even as smart as she was, her circumstances were seldom grasped.
‘Has the young schoolmaster contacted you separately? No way!’
It was then.
Jigsaw Jigsaw!
The ignorant electric light shook the whole naewon.
Hwangbo’s visit was wide enough to accommodate hundreds of people. The net of lightning was so great that it covered the whole wide area.
‘Little Master!’
Hee hee hee!
It seemed that even the well-trained Korean-blooded horses could not help but feel anxious. The horses stamped their feet in unison and shook their heads wildly, as if they wanted to get out of this place at once.
Quaang!
The stone wall separating the inner and outer gardens collapsed.
“Do not escort!”
“Go inside!”
Ma Dong-pil, who was covered in blood, ran like a darting toward the killer train.
Yeo Sang-rin exclaimed.
“What about the Little Teacher!”
“Come on in!”
The urgency in his voice was unusual. Sangrin Yeo quickly opened the carriage door and went inside.
Aenghwa asked in surprise.
“Dae, what the hell is the situation?”
“I don’t know! Sogyo-nim is in the middle of a battle, but another battle broke out outside Hwang Bo-se!”
“Hehe! A blood clot?!”
“It’s not just the blood squad! It seems that the Uicheon League and Protestant troops have also arrived!”
“yes?”
Aenghwa’s eyes widened.
Yeo Sang-rin felt the power go into his fist. She seemed to be doing something strange, but oddly enough, she wasn’t worried.
“There’s something we don’t know! For sure… … 100 million!”
Kurrureung!
The killer train moved.
At the same time, Ma Dong-pil’s voice was heard.
“Both prepare for battle! Aenghwa steers the carriage!”
“Ah yes!”
Let’s go!
When Aenghwa touched the device inside the carriage, binoculars and various trigger points appeared.
“Hey!”
Hee hee hee!
With Ma Dong-pil’s urgent cry, the Han-blood horses moved.
Holding the reins with one hand, he pulled out the black blood demon sword and threw it away.
Kwaaang!
Instead of going through the smoke-enveloped entrance, break the stone wall next to it with the sword wind and move forward. Despite the deep internal and external trauma from the previous battles and exhausted inner strength, the power of the sword was still strong.
Hwaaak!
Killer Train running through the white dust.
At the same time, Magi, clad in a blue thunderbolt, began to invade beyond the inner circle and into the outer circle.
Kwak Kwa Kwak! Whoops!
With the binge drinking, the boundary between inner and outer gardens collapsed. The demonic and morale that had reached its peak collided, destroying all kinds of foreign objects.
‘Dangerous!’
A deep worry appeared on Ma Dong-pil’s face.
‘If you do something wrong, all of them will be swept away.’
His eyes turned to the battlefield where thousands of masters intertwined.
“Gorumazon!”
Kwaaang!
A master who fights mad spirits as if possessed by the legendary Jeolhak, Gyeolmok Shinsoo (潔木神手) and Gomokin (枯木引).
Ma Dong-pil’s face was filled with passion. Although he vaguely sensed it, he really didn’t expect Gorumazon to be with him.
In this place, tens of thousands of miles away from Mt. It was so nice to leave the usual friendship.
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‘But why are you here?’
I can not know. In fact, I didn’t even want to know that right away.
He just wanted to get through this melee safely and go back together when the young master’s battle was over.
In an instant, Ma Dong-pil’s demonic eyes shone.
‘Hey there!’
Gorumazone was dealing with the light spirit and at the same time putting pressure on the current stage. The level of martial arts was similar to that of Gwang-Hon, but with countless battle experiences, he was driving over two hundred troops with King Ho.
The problem was blood clots.
The Jinmadae was facing the blood warlords, but it was a situation where the Jinmadae was being pushed back little by little.
The reason was simple. Kumho was pushing Gokcheonsak somehow, but Gokcheonsak was also a master who realized the Hwagyeong. They escaped from the pressure of Kumho moment by moment and blocked the line of attack of Jinmadae.
Koo Goo Goo!
The Kill King Train exploded at full speed.
The destination was the rear of the blood clot.
Wooyoung’s eyes shook.
“Strengthen the rear defense!”
Chii profit!
Golden magic flared up again in Ma Dong-pil’s black-blooded demon sword. It was a very brief break, but thanks to Geumgang Yacha Magicong’s outstanding resilience, I was able to correct the flow of the bet to some extent.
Besides, he had just fought a life-and-death battle with numerous masters. He was burning to the point where he was afraid to live as he had killed over 30 peak masters alone.
The tip of the black blood demon sword headed for the blood shear.
“conflict!”
Black gold swords were fired like a storm with a fierce shout.
Quarreung! Pew!
Three kills with one sword. The three blood troopers who had become fish meat couldn’t even scream.
“this!”
“Stop! It’s a master!”
Perong! Pew!
The members of the Blood Warfare Corps collapsed coughing up blood at the pouring out of the nine heavy swords. Ma Dong-pil holding the reins of six Hanblood horses with one hand and swinging a sword with the other hand to kill countless masters made it seem like a god of war had descended.
Quarreung!
The heavy hooves of the Hanblooded horses mercilessly trampled the fallen blood warriors.
Ma Dong-pil exclaimed.
“Anghwa!”
Pipipipiping!
Hundreds of ammo were fired from the wagon.
In the midst of being surprised by the sudden attack from the rear, it flies from the wagon to Amgi.
The members of the blood battle team were taken aback by this unimaginable sight. Even a seasoned master would not have expected such an attack.
Furbuck!
“Aagh!”
“Aagh!”
The speed at which the memorization flew was amazing, but what was even more terrible was the poison applied to the memorization.
All memorized memorizations with extreme poison brought about a decrease in combat power just by brushing against them, and it was difficult to avoid instant death the moment they were properly hit.
In an instant, about thirty masters fell. Their faces, collapsed in heaps, were full of absurdity.
Wooyoung opened his mouth wide.
“What, what?!”
Ma Dong-pil exclaimed.
“Keep shooting! Empty everything!”
Pipipiping! Pew!
I was stunned.
That gigantic carriage was firing poison bullets, not enough memorization. The moderate distance between the members of the Blood Warfare increased the damage.
“Ah!”
“Catch it!”
“Attack the horse!”
Faaaaang!
Members of the blood battle group aiming for the Han-blooded horse.
It was a proper attack. If only the wagon stopped, it would be easy to dodge any memorabilia.
However, their attacks were not strong enough to break through Ma Dong-pil’s iron wall-like sword skills.
Damn it!
It is literally a wall of swords.
Dozens of sword spirits swept over the son-in-law, and the barrier of internal strength emitted from the sword body perfectly protected the Han-blooded demons. It was a swordsmanship that reached a divine skill, a martial art that exceeded human limits.
However, Ma Dong-pil’s condition was not good.
‘It’s hard any more. this… … .’
There was too much air power released in an instant. It seemed that the inner wounds that had been somehow prevented were recurring. The trauma that covered his shoulder and upper body was also bursting with a popping sound.
Piuuuuuuuu! f*ck!
A small handgun fired from above Ma Dong-pil’s head hit the blood warlord’s forehead. As he fell to the ground after rolling a wheel in the air, a bloody horse stepped on the corpse and crushed it.
The Hanhyeol horses pulling the Kill King train were chosen and selected war horses. He couldn’t help being anxious about the destructive wave, but he knew very well how to move when he went into battle.
However, Ma Dong-pil had a hunch.
‘It’s the limit.’
Pooh! Hee hee hee!
One blooded horse’s throat was blown away. At the same time, the one-blooded demon next to him also had three legs cut off and fell down.
Kugu Palace!
The wagon, which was running well, tilted to the left.
‘damn.’
One by one, the Korean-blooded horses, who traveled all over the central plains and acted as a reliable foot for the party, were falling down one by one. Madong Phil felt his heart ache at the death of his horses.
But I couldn’t help it. Any fight is fruitless without sacrifice. I decided to think so.
“Aww!”
Kwaaang!
The bridge between the horse and carriage and the coachman’s seat were completely destroyed.
Kwaaang!
The carriage came to a halt as if it had been driven into the ground. Aeng-hwa and Yeo Sang-rin, who were driving the wagon inside, screamed at the sudden shock.
Ma Dong-pil exclaimed.
“Keep shooting!”
Puff puff puff!
A wagon that shoots memorized words in all directions on the spot.
however.
Chunk! I’m going to go to the middle of the day.
Darkness was no longer fired from the wagon. Hundreds or thousands of memorizations stored inside were all exhausted.
Kurleung!
The terrible magical power of the Black Blood Demon Sword pushed back all the members of the Blood Warfare who were approaching the wagon in search of an opportunity.
Speerreung!
Ma Dong-pil quickly took a lead sword.
He untied the sword gauntlet from his waist and held it in his left hand. As he lowered his stance and gripped his sword bottle, an unusual lifelike breath radiated from his body.
“come.”
“this guy!”
Paralock!
The Blood Warfare members formed groups of five and approached Ma Dong-pil.
Strong pressure came through. I made only five sojin (小陣) and pressed them with true energy, but it felt like my limbs were getting heavy in an instant.
This is the fear of combat troops possessed by giant powers. This is because they do not simply assemble strong and good fighters, but also train the fighting style that suits their own characteristics.
“Kill!”
The three groups of blood fighters, who had narrowed the distance to some extent, moved like arrows at Wooyoung’s command.
Ma Dong-pil closed his eyes.
‘It’s one time. It’s over once.’
With the idea of a final attack, he raised Geumgang Yacha Magicong to the limit.
Flash!
The golden magic eye that burns once again.
Chaaaaaang!
A deafening, cool black sound spread all over the place.
It was a steel footsword, a one-time swordsman. It was the first herbivorous meal of the Gujung Demon Swordsman, who devoted all his energy to it.
Whoa!
Swings a sword and makes 15 masters retreat.
I couldn’t kill anyone, but I definitely blocked everyone’s attacks. The hand holding the magic sword hurt to the bone, but Ma Dong-pil’s expression did not change.
‘Goes.’
The young golden demon in the black blood demon sword gradually darkened.
Damn it! Puffup!
The endings of the Gujungma sword tax that immediately follow.
The yeonhwan swords of the Ssangcheongeompose (雙天劍捕勢), the Samjeolinhwase (三絶刃畵勢), the Saroe Sokgeomse (四雷速劍勢), and the Oryonggyogakse (五龍咬角勢) are members of the Blood Warfare at once. swept the fields
It was a combination of a quick sword, a hard sword, and a strong sword. Ma Dong-pil, who reached the pinnacle of military power, and the blood fighters who maintained their formation in front of the ruinous sword wave (劍波) were collapsing in a heap.
Ma Dong-pil did not stop.
The power swordsmanship of Yukgwangsinchamse, Chilgyohoakse, and Palgonggwangmase sent more than twenty members of the blood battle team to hell. The bodies of everyone who came within five radius of Ma Dong-pil’s radius were torn to pieces as if they had been bitten by a beast.
And finally the last.
The time when Ma Dong-pil, who had led the expedition due to lack of magic, was trying to implement the last herbivore of the Gujung demon sword tax.
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
A gray mist enveloped in a blue thunderbolt fell into the middle of the clot.
“Little Master!!”
