"That is also the enemy who killed the most important friend."
At that word, I stood tall.
The same thought as mine must have popped into the head of Jeokcheongang next to me.
'What did you hear?'
I didn't understand for a moment. The words that came out of the mouth of a young man with a strange face tangled in my head.
So now….
'You killed the swordsman? That guy?'
Memories that are deeply imprinted in the brain come up in front of my eyes and then disappear.
Jonglichu disappeared during the dance, Gingdo gasped on the threshold of death, and the four words he left behind as a will.
'Jonglichu Amcheon Unknown Buddha.'
What the heck have I seen and heard so far?
Where the hell did you get it from?
I tried to catch a clue, stiff as a stone statue, but before I could think, a dry voice flowed from between Jeokcheongang's lips.
"You said you killed the swordsman?"
His hoarse voice was wet with patience, anger and disbelief.
The young man smiled calmly at the appearance of Jeokcheongang and nodded his head.
"Because it is. It was much easier than I thought. When I said that I would explode Jincheonroe (振天雷) into the crowd, they obediently followed me."
"Jincheonroe? Did you plant explosives?"
"Oh that? Of course it was a lie."
"…what?"
"Why do people lie? Because there are fools who are fooled sometimes."
Drops of blood dripped from the clenched fists of Jeokcheongang.
"I was not deceived, I was deceived. Because he is such a person."
"Have you been tricked? what could it be It would be plausible to say that he was trying to prevent an accidental killing, since he is the equivalent of a master of Shaolin Temple."
"bloke!"
"Don't say too much. Because I didn't plan anything so lame. But things took a turn in an unexpected place. Of course there??… Suddenly, the young man's gaze turned to me.
"Shanseo Jamrong Jin Tae-gyeong. You also contributed."
It felt like my body stiffened just by looking into their eyes.
I don't know if it's because of the hostility against him or because I felt the difference in power that I couldn't dare to face.
'Maybe it's both.'
I bit my lip and glared at the young man.
"What bullshit is that?"
"I had to move the plan a day ahead because you suddenly intervened. Among them, the biggest variable was the ascending sword, the gnome."
"…"
This made it clear that Zhonglichu was neither the real culprit nor an accomplice
.
He grinned and held out his hand.
Realizing what he wanted, Hansoo hurriedly held out an item,
"Shaolin's sacred item, Green Jade Fireplace."
"Okay, that's it…"
A long finger slowly swiped across the softly shining chrysanthemum.
However, the next moment the young man stared blankly at Hansoo's face. It was because of his wrinkled hands that hadn't let go of the chrysanthemum yet.
"You can let go now."
Hansoo swallowed his saliva and answered.
"I have one request from the Tongue Blood."
"Cheong. tell me anything You have worked hard, so you have to listen to me wholeheartedly."
It's a strange and bizarre sight.
An old man who is clinging to a young man who is at least the age of his grandson.
Even more so if the old man turned Shaolin Temple into a sea of blood.
'What the hell is this guy?' A person whose status within Amcheon is extremely high, or who is older than he looks. There's a good chance that both are right.
In any case, Hansoo's expression brightened at his answer, who was called the young man's blood lord.
"Am I really?"
Blood wine clicked his tongue.
"Did you just buy a trick? The mission is accomplished well, so the reward is natural. But how difficult would our Eumgwi sunbaenim take such a long time to ask?"
"It's not that difficult a request."
"But is it difficult to do it yourself?"
"…It's embarrassing, but it is."
"Aha, I got a rough idea of what it was."
Blood wine came out and chined towards the Jeokcheongang.
"Please kill those two. is this now? Is that correct?"
When Hansoo nodded with a lively look, the Blood Juice smiled.
"Hey, is this unexpected? It must have been more sticky than I thought."
"The guy who has been stuck with me for half his life. I think he will be
satisfied with this much."
"Please kill me as brutally as possible. I will help with one hand."
"Can you do that? If the rightists come soon, it will be a pain in the ass. If you want to finish quickly and leave, seniors will have to shed a few drops of sweat too."
"then?"
"Senior is the Sanseo Jamryong. I am the king of fire I think it will be finished in about a day or two at the latest?"
"I am that young guy? hahaha! good!"
The conversation between the two of them, who thought of me and Jeokcheongang's life as things in their pockets, was absurd, and on the other hand, chills ran down my spine.
'That word… I mean it.'
Dakyung Il. He asserted that he could kill the King of Fire, Jeokcheongang, in a short time to drink a cup of tea.
Jeokcheongang's hardened expression was proof that his words were not mere lies.
– If the situation is not good, run away.
He shook his head subtly at the sound of the electric sound that reached his ears for a moment.
It is difficult to expect help from Shaolin Temple as a bloody battle is already taking place from above.
If I step out, Jeokcheongang will inevitably receive a concentrated attack from two superstars.
'It's best to hold out until the end here.'
Jeokcheongang knows that too. But the reason I say this… is because he is a warmer and more concerned person than others think.
'This must be really dangerous this time.'
He licked his parched lips and gripped the white flame tightly. Seeing me like that, Hansoo laughed.
"Laughing bastard. What would that change? Your achievements are quite good, but at that level, even if you wake up from death, you can't match the old woman."
"Fuck you."
I spat out phlegm proudly.
"If you wake up after a good night's sleep for a few hours here, will you die by my hand?"
"What bullshit is that?"
"If you don't believe me, try it."
"How dare you, this blue kid!"
It's just pitiful. If you weren't in combat, if time stopped completely instead of slowing down when you logged out, you could use infinite time to get out of this crisis.
But the things I think about now are all personal greed.
Now was the time to face reality, not delusion.
"I'll freeze you alive."
that buck that buck damn
I think I finally understand why that sick old man's nickname is Yin-gwi (陰鬼).
With every step he took, the ground froze and frost settled on the branches.
"It's a terrible negative cold. But…"
The Jeokcheongang blocked my way.
"You guys wouldn't dare touch Nobu's apprentice."
Hwaaaaak!
If Hansu's negative keeper is Iceberg, then Jeokcheongang's Yeolyang keeper is the sun.
Assuming that Yeomho, who died earlier, and Hansu's martial arts are equal, Jeokcheongang's landslide victory was natural.
However, Hansu's expression was relaxed. It is because he knows that there is a tiger behind him
.
"Oh sure. We should start soon."
The chrysanthemum that put the chrysanthemum in its bosom like a treasure moved. No, it disappeared.
And the next moment. With a creepy sound, the
round
object that bounced out stopped at my feet.
White hair and a gentle appearance. The corners of the mouth. A leisurely smile that could not be erased hung on the face.
"...!"
"...!"
Jeokcheongang and I simultaneously opened our eyes.
His head was blown off with a single blow,
and unlike us, who were stunned by the hand of an ally whom we trusted like a stone, Hyeol-ju, the culprit of all of this, was calm
.
He clicked his tongue and pushed the body of Hansoo, who had become a headless corpse.
Chow ah. The fountain of blood spurted from the model that fell like an old tree soaked the ground.
"A sword is like a sword. How dare you…"
Puck! puck! Cranky!
The forceful kicks tore flesh and shattered bones.
He brushed upward the hair that had been stomped on and crushed by the corpse of Hansoo, whose vitality had already drained.
"There are things you don't necessarily know the fraction of. I don't know what my level is or how far I should go. Shanxi Sleeping Dragon, don't you think so too?"
…me?
What should I say? I hesitated, then answered honestly.
"no. You just look like a crazy bastard."
A smile spread across his lips as he stared blankly at me for a moment.
"The young man is bold."
"You're still young, but it seems like you've already lost your taste."
"Thank you for looking after me. I am older than I thought."
"We must have seen many."
"Arthur. You've lived at least twice as many lives as you've ever lived."
I looked him up and down with a look of disbelief.
He was about the same eye level as me and extremely well-proportioned.
The face looked like that of a youngster in his early to mid-twenties at best.
This level cannot be simply described with the word baby boy. But, Isn't Moorim a place where anything can happen
?
I shook my head,
"No. If what you're saying is true, I thought you were an idiot not worth your age."
Hahahaha!"
Bloodju burst into a pleasant laugh.
The behavior and tone. It's light and frivolous. That's why it feels more dangerous. Even now
, even as he was bending over laughing , there was no gap in sight.
He opened his mouth,
"You will regret it."
"Regret?"
After stopping laughing, Hyulju frowned,
"Why do I have regrets?"
"If you wanted to end it with certainty, you shouldn't have killed the demon."
"It's a rusty knife anyway, so it's only natural to dispose of it because it's no longer useful."
"If you say that the master of transcendence is a rusty knife… what about Nobu?"
The Blood Lord stroked his chin and said,
"The King of Fire, you deserve a high praise. If the Great War of Jeongma had continued for one more year, you would have become the Four Stars instead of the Three Stars."
"Looks like the day hasn't died yet."
"You are enough to hear the famous sword."
"What if that famous sword pierced your heart?"
"Well… I'm harder than I look. I don't think I'll bleed that much."
"When Hong Dao died, Nobu swore to the sky."
Jeokcheongang's eyes sank deeply
as he looked at the grinning Bloodjum
.
The blood lord, who had a smile on his face, touched
the sword wave on his waist.
Jeokcheongang asked me without taking his eyes off him,
"What do you think of that word?"
"Looks like I'll have to circumcise my mouth. All I can hear is fucking sounds."
The smile disappeared from Blood Ju's face
.
That guy who took a step towards Jeokcheongang with me? It suddenly opened its mouth.
"By the way, how long is that little rat going to hide there?"
Suddenly, a mysterious man emerged from the grass in the distance and scratched the back of his head.
"Benefactor. I'm sorry. It's the first time I've been so scared in my life…"
It's the first time I've been so happy with Cheongpung.