Episode 817 My kids are a little rough. (2)
“Don’t get excited!”
Hyeonjong’s voice rang loudly.
Hyeonjong rarely raised his voice, but his voice now had a tremendous power unlike usual.
“Do not hurry up! Don’t let hostility take away your reason! You are the disciples of Huashan! “Believe in the death penalty and keep your position!”
“yes!”
Hyeonjong bit his lip. His eyes followed the clearings on the other side of the cliff.
‘You guys… … !’
Defeated Jang Il-so.
The disciples are risking their lives fighting against this enormous creature.
I know well that my students have faced off against great enemies, but this is the first time I’ve seen them all fight together right in front of my eyes.
It feels like my stomach is being scraped with a sharp knife.
I now clearly understand what it means to have blood dry. King Hyeonjong’s entire spirit is now lodged on the other side of that cliff, not here.
but… … .
“Ungeeoeoom!”
Hyeonjong let out a thunderous roar at the movement that caught his eye.
Then the Ungeom, which was about to strike forward, flinched and stopped.
“Stay back!”
“… … .”
“Are you even going to say that I died trying to help! this guy!”
Ungeom bites his lip. Her shoulders were trembling slightly.
But he ultimately kept his position. Disobeying Jang Mun-in’s orders was not an option for him in the first place.
Why do I not know how Hyeonjong feels?
Not only Ungeom but also other disciples would want to go help Ogeom right now by cutting down and cutting through all the Maninbangdo that stands in his way.
But that shouldn’t be the case.
The power of the volcano has not yet reached Maninbang. If they try to force their way through this place, they must be prepared for annihilation. Just by holding on to them and holding on, Hwasan’s disciples are doing more than I can do.
Fortunately, but also strangely, Maninbang did not attack too aggressively.
‘Well, maybe this is natural.’
There is no reason for them to be in a hurry. Those who came up from below were blocked in a fierce battle between absolute masters, and they would not even imagine Jang Il-so’s defeat.
Wow.
In the end, a stream of red blood flowed from the lips where the teeth were dug into.
He also wants to shout. I have to risk my life to break through this place and help those children.
But this should not be the case either.
He is a volcanologist. There is no way to sacrifice other children for them.
The person he must protect is not the most talented person in the volcano, but the weakest in the volcano.
‘so!’
Hyeonjong held his sword tightly.
What he had to do now was to believe in them and hold on to these Man-In-Bang Islands.
‘Don’t make me regret this decision for the rest of my life. please.’
It was a wish that was extremely earnest, but could not be conveyed.
* * *
Crumbling!
The cliff shook as if it would collapse.
Mujin shouted as he hit the debris and rocks that rained down on his head.
“Take a detour! Watch your overhead! “Move, now!”
His face gradually became cruelly distorted.
‘Damn it!’
Right now, a battle that will literally make one face the world is unfolding above.
One blow, one blow collapses the cliff and makes the sky cry. No matter how much a shaman’s disciples may be, trying to climb through them is like pouring oil on someone and jumping into the fire.
But that doesn’t mean we can just hang on to the cliff like this.
Shaolin, Shaman, Namgung, and even Cheongseong below began to take a major detour to avoid the fierce battle taking place above.
“Stick!”
“Aaaahhh!”
At that moment, a sword the size of a house flew in from above.
The moment Mujin opened his eyes and saw the sword coming towards him, a green figure appeared and swung his sword.
Quang!
“Jangmun-in!”
It was a wall sage.
He shouted as soon as he deflected the sword energy.
“Elders, protect your disciples! “We have to climb up the cliff!”
“yes!”
There was nothing for you to do.
Those who can move on cliffs, especially those with a high level of martial arts, block the fragments of energy pouring from above their heads and knock away falling rocks.
‘Up, if only I could somehow climb up…’ … .’
It was that moment.
Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
One side of the cliff face fell apart from the impact, accompanied by a loud noise that turned the sky upside down. A large chunk of rock the size of a royal engraving began to fall slowly, flowing down with a gurgling noise.
“Stop it!”
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A shout came from somewhere and a person jumped upward.
“Elder Heo Gwang!”
The white and black swords were combined into one sword at the same time. What he drew was a neat and flowing circle.
“Haaaaaaaap!”
The blade of the Taijihui sword struck the falling rock. At the same time, the power unleashed by the Shaolin elders broke the rock into small pieces and broke it apart again.
“Spread it out!”
Cut it down and hit it again. Attacks that could rightly be called ‘disasters’ continued one after another, but the unity of disciplined humans overcame even the disasters.
one.
“Priesteeeeee!”
Not everyone succeeded in overcoming it.
Those who lost strength slipped, and those who were hit by broken rocks the size of a human head screamed and fell.
“Ugh!”
Mujin bit his lips tightly.
“Go up! Just climb up the cliff! “Go up without looking back!”
“execution! But the priest… … !”
“Why don’t you just shut up and climb up!”
“… … .”
Tears of blood flowed from Mujin’s eyes.
‘You damn Sapa bastards.’
This is not a mindset that a Taoist disciple would dare embrace. However, a life that had never been seen before was constantly flowing from his eyes.
“I will kill you! “I will definitely kill you!”
After yelling, he gritted his teeth once again and climbed up the cliff.
The extended blade grazed my neck.
Paaaaaa!
Only after the sword passed through the throat did the sound follow.
It’s a quick sword that can’t even be described other than saying it’s amazing. But the true value of this sword was not limited to its speed.
Heo Do-jinin, who lifted his sword sharply, retreated quickly.
Jeez.
Even though I clearly avoided it, I felt a strong pain around my neck.
“… … “Intangible Keeper.”
An intangible energy that could not be chased away with two eyes flowed out every time the sword was wielded, entangling Heo Do-jin’s body.
I’m sure I’ve heard of it.
A swordsmanship that causes death without even knowing what is happening to you. The name of the legendary swordsmanship of the Sado (邪道), which is said to cause death as if by the hand of a grim reaper rather than a human being.
“… … Is that the Demon King’s Twelve Ryu?”
“hmm. “I recognize you.”
Godfather Mangeum nodded with an expressionless face.
“It is a sword technique that is not enough to deal with the world’s shaman masters, but I use it as a sword technique in my own way. And above all… … .”
Faaah!
Mangeumdaebu’s sword pierced Heo Do-jin-in as if it would pierce him. When He Do-jin-in quickly twisted his body, the black sword energy that passed by him pierced the cliff and dug in for a long time.
“… … .”
How far did the hole go?
“I’m using it a lot because it’s a fairly efficient sword technique. “I don’t really like wasting my energy.”
Heo Do-jin’s eyes were subtly distorted.
That sword is definitely difficult to deal with.
“Why are you doing that?”
“… … .”
“I don’t mind taking my time. But aren’t you different? The longer it takes, the more my cute students will get hurt. Does that mean it’s okay though?”
Heo Do-jin bites his lip.
Defeat?
There’s no way something like that is in my head. He is a master of shamanism. Even if he rips out his tongue and dies, he will not be killed by the evil enemies of Sapa.
But the problem lies next.
His gaze turned to those below.
Gritting their teeth, the disciples of the Nine Sects and the Five Great Families are struggling to climb the cliff. A rock tumbles down on their heads, and every time the tension flies, everyone does their best to block it.
Hanging so precariously on the cliff.
“… … .”
The disciples’ faces were so cruel that I couldn’t bear to open my eyes and look at them.
Covered in oil, bleeding from arrows, and moaning from the wasted energy. Below, at the bottom of a cliff that cannot be clearly seen, the fallen disciples are writhing in pain.
‘Since when did it start to become like this?’
Something was definitely wrong.
climbed the cliff Yes, that was the only path Heo Do-jin could see at that moment. He thought this was the only way to survive.
But is that really the case?
‘Surviving?’
The opponent is fully conserving its power on top of the cliff. At best, they only carried cauldrons of oil and fired arrows.
Maninbang, Haomun, Heukgwibo. And there are certainly countless enemies who have disembarked by now and are gathering here.
On the other hand, even if the disciples of the old sect manage to climb to the top of the cliff, they have already gone through a difficult battle and must fight against the evil enemies of the Four Sects while using up all their energy.
‘Why has it become like this?’
When I entered this canyon, I could never have imagined a picture like this. What on earth did he do wrong that he should lose his life in vain like this?
For what?
“You have a lot on your mind.”
“… … .”
Heo Do-jinin grabbed the sword.
A little distance away, the Emperor of Nangong and the King of Black Dragons are fighting fiercely. The Black Dragon King, who constantly sprayed enormous amounts of pottery, was amazing, but the Emperor Namgung, who was not an inch behind the Black Dragon King, was equally amazing.
one.
Crumbling!
“Aaaahhh!”
Every time they swing their swords and swords, the cliff breaks, and swords and sword energy run rampant.
“this… … .”
And it was the shamans and Shaolin disciples at the forefront who bore the brunt of the damage.
Know.
That’s something that can’t be helped. For the sake of those below, if we conserve our strength and are defeated, the Black Dragon King will immediately pounce on those hanging on the cliff.
Then it’s all over.
However, even though I know this, the reason I feel resentment is because in a corner of my mind, I wonder if the people climbing up at the front would be doing the same thing if they were Namgung and not a shaman. And this was also proof that Heo Do-jin’s mind was very anxious right now.
The legal world is also of little help.
There is no reason why the name of Elder of Shaolin cannot be inferior to that of the elders of other schools, but there is no reason why that monk of Cheonmyeon cannot be inferior to him. No, the shoulders of the dharmakaya are too heavy to deal with the number one member of the four factions.
… … So what on earth should I do?
Clutter.
Heo Do-jin changes this. His eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot.
‘Jang Il-so.’
There was only one name that popped into his head.
Wooooow.
In an instant, Heo Do-jin’s face became as cold as ice. As if he had made up his mind, white and black sword energy flowed out like water from his sword.
Sword techniques, like lines drawn on a canvas with a thick brush, swirled around Heo Do-jin’s Songmun ancient sword and swirled around, creating a vortex.
“hmm?”
Godfather Mangeum’s eyes narrowed at his changed mood.
The pipe that was placed on top of Heo Do-jin’s head was unable to withstand the force and was torn off. It looked like an evil spirit with scattered hairs sticking out of its head.
“Hmm… … . “If you do this wrong, you could suffer losses.”
Mangeumdaebu raised his sword with a disapproving look on his face.
Gooooooo!
At that moment, the two energies, white and black, emitted from Heo Do-jin-in’s sword, swirled around each other in the air, forming a huge circle.
‘Taegeuk?’
Godfather Mangeum’s face instantly became white with tension.
Taegeukhyegeom (太極慧劍).
The Taegeukhyegeom, said to be the best sword among shamans, finally began to unfold in Heo Do-jin’s hands.
“Hmm!”
Mangeumdaebu slowly adjusted his sword and held it.
“… … “This is definitely a loss.”
A bright blue sword energy emanated from his sword.
“Would you like to see how great the shaman’s Hyegum is?”
There was a cold aura in the eyes of the Mangeum godfather.
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