Episode 264
I never thought that dumpling ghost would be so happy. At this point where even cat paws are sad, the addition of Cheongpung can be of great help. Unknowingly, a cry of joy came out spontaneously.
"Blue wind!"
"A benefactor to you."
Seeing the blue wind hesitantly answering, the blood lord pretended to be ignorant.
"Ohh. I wondered what kind of rat he was, isn't it the volcano faction's invincible divine sword?"
Just in case, I did. The true identity of the blue wind that the guy figured out was just that.
Even though it was revealed that Cheongpung was a disciple of the Hwasan faction during the battle, you would never dream that he was the youngest disciple whom the swordsman Maijonghak cherished and nurtured like flesh and blood.
At a time like this, he induces his guard…
"Should I call him a disciple of the Sword Master? Or grandson?"
pup. I don't know anything.
In fact, it is also Darkness that has been planted by embracing the elders for decades.
It is clear that the Blood Juice is a high-ranking official even within the darkness.
'It's strange not knowing.'
Seeing my regretful appearance, the blood lord smiled.
"I'm not going to make that face. After all, adding that one friend won't change anything."
Look at this guy….
Even though we are still at the end of the peak, it is me and Cheongpung who are incomparable to the general peak masters.
I have a genius combat sense that can combine dozens of martial arts in the right place in addition to overwhelming abilities and rich combat experience.
In addition, Jeokcheongang, the king of fire, who is said to be the best among the ten kings.
I thought it was a fight worth fighting for.
"You see us as too watery."
"Because it is true."
"What?"
"If you want to kill me, you should have brought the Sword Saint, not the Sword Saint's disciple."
"…this bastard."
"There is only one thing left."
The blood lord answered in a relaxed voice and snapped a finger at us.
"Prove it with martial arts."
It's the only true thing he's ever said.
right. The unmanned must prove that they are invincible.
If you win a fight, you prove your strength; if you lose, you prove your weakness.
"If you meet Yeomra, tell him. The King of Fire sent it."
Wedge love!
The new type of Jeokcheongang was launched with a voice that sounded like ashes. Familiar notifications that pierce your ears at the same time.
belt ring.
– The sudden quest [Desperation] has been created!
– You cannot refuse the quest. The quest is forced to be accepted!
damn it The title of the quest is staggering.
I spurred the ground and rushed. I didn't forget to call someone by name instead of swearing.
"Blue wind! now!"
The homeless blue wind bit his lip and rushed at it. The blue-gangsword in his hand danced elegantly, drawing plum blossoms in the air.
Hwaaak! Shh shh shh!
some quiet alley. Keeper Yeolyang heats up the cool mountain breeze, and spears and swords cut through the heated wind.
Blood Ju's lips, staring at us rushing back and forth, softened.
"Then… let's see some skills."
Papa pat!
Jeokcheongang shook his hand. Tension, full of heat, rushed out of his wrinkled palms.
The flame god that has already achieved greatness. It was the moment when the extreme burial method, said to burn away even the soul, swept over the body of the Blood Lord.
Hiss!
A gust of wind blew.
Before he knew it, a sword was in his hand. The tension of the flame god split in half in front of the crossing, which burned to the point of ominous red.
Beautiful trees with hanging branches exploded on both sides of
the Huung Kwaaang Trail.
With a roar, flames shot up, and dirt and grassroots splinters rained down like a shower.
And there were two flashes of light penetrating between them.
Wedge love! Shhh!
Two spears and swords that shoot forward and backward.
Blood Ju twisted the corner of his mouth and released the sword from his hand. At the same time, his two free fists struck the air.
Perong!
Compressed air burst out and a gale raged. The blade of the spear that was stabbing ferociously and the plum blossoms that rose from the tip of the sword were swept away by the wind pressure.
Regardless of their will, the eyes of Jin Tae-gyeong and Cheongpung widened at the body that was pushed out.
"… Sibal. It counts dirty."
' 'This can't happen."
Crunchy.
The blood lord who broke his neck retrieved his sword that had been suspended in the air. He was dealing with two people while using Heo Gong Sub (虛 空攝 物).
"Will that be enough?"
"...!"
Jeokcheongang's eyelids trembled.
I could never have imagined that one second of the great flame growth would be destroyed in such a futile way.
It was neither dodged nor deflected, but slashed.
My heart sank when I realized that Blood Ju was more advanced than I thought.
'If you want to kill yourself, bring the Sword Saint???… It's not a lie.'
The opponent is no or more than that that can be compared to Samsung.
The realization of gong power and martial arts was never inferior to himself.
In addition, there is fresh vitality and a young body that can unfold them without any deficiency.
Jeokcheongang felt that his wrinkled hands were getting smaller and more shabby today.
'Even if I was only 30 or 20 years younger…'
When the body was intact, the realization was insufficient, and when the realization was fulfilled, the body became too old.
How to leak water in an old, holey jar. The current Jeokcheongang River was like that.
'Maybe this could be my grave.'
Hyulju did not miss the eyes of the calmly submerged Jeokcheongang.
He twisted his lips and giggled.
"Old man, do you have any sense now? Can you understand the situation?"
Jeokcheongang shook his head casually.
He knew that Jin Tae-gyeong and Cheongpung's eyes were pointing towards his mouth.
You can't break the morale with useless words.
"Your mouth is right. It has only just begun."
"You guys will. But I haven't even started yet."
"what?"
"The political faction said that while talking about courtesy, the master gave three seconds to Ha-su. I mimicked that."
"...!"
Bloodju's long fingers pointed at one person in turn.
The three people spread out one second each, and the sum is three. As he said, he gave up three seconds of food while standing in his place.
"Now I go first. Where do you struggle?"
A red light welled up in the eyes of the Blood Lord. At the same time, an ominous gigantic aura spread out from the blood-colored whites around him.
And…
Gu-gu-gu-gu-gung!
Mount Song shuddered.
Shh shh shh! Kwak!
There were flashes of light everywhere. A roar reverberates incessantly along with a halo of light that would blind you if you were looking at it.
Among them, the overwhelming one was a sword that sprayed dark red energy.
Wow!
A powerful crossing swung leaving a whitish glow.
The attacks that were fired at the Blood Juice bounced off powerlessly on a destructive trajectory that erased everything that was blocked.
Of course, mine was included in it.
bang!
The spear blade of the white flame pierced. The spearhead he gripped vigorously vibrated in the palm of his hand.
It's a huge power, but it's really great power. I can't believe it's human.
'Something like a monster.'
He gritted his teeth and turned over. Hiss!
With a short haircut, a dark red sword cut off his hair.
However, the skin that could not overcome the wind pressure cracked slightly and blood flowed.
I swallowed the drops of blood dripping down the bridge of my nose and swung the spear.
"bout!"
Whirliririk!
The blade of the spear, which rotated wildly, aimed at the blood-ju's chest.
Perhaps because he poured all the points he received as a reward for winning the Seongra Daeyeon, his movement and power were higher.
But…
Kwadeuk!
One hand of the empty guy grabbed the spear blade.
Bare, but not bare. Enormous air power burning in dark red wrapped around his hand.
"Not quite like this."
With a low voice, great power pulled the spear blade.
And in the next moment, the eyebrows of blood vessels widened.
It was because the spear blade that had been held in his hand just a moment ago had disappeared.
As if it never existed in the first place.
"you…!"
Before the startled voice leaked out, I had already dug deep into his arms.
'Open inventory. Summons.'
In an instant, the white salt, which had been warmed up by the warm heat, was held in my hand again.
It was the time when the metal, which was harder and sharper than anything in the world, cut through the self-defense technique and dug into the skin hidden within it.
The puffed up
guy shook his sleeves, and at the same time, a strong career hit his stomach.
After taking ten steps in succession, what came into my field of vision was the glaring face of the Blood Lord and his chest with a fountain of blood gushing out.
'done.'
It was an attack that was only possible because of me and only because of me.
It worked because it was an attack using a system that no one expected, and it was my attack that the blood lord couldn't even be wary of.
'Now is the opportunity.'
A unique opportunity that may never come again. This is the last rope you should never miss.
I cried out, swallowing the blood that was rising up.
"No!"
My cry echoed down the devastated trail, pierced the air, carried the wind, touched someone's ear, and a
hot voice came through his lips:
"Good job."
The old man who was shooting at the blood vessel was transformed into the king of fire before he knew it. Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
,
burned the air and oppressed the wind for a long time..if
the energy of the blood wine is something that makes you feel ominous just by looking at it That of the Jeokcheongang was the heat itself that seemed to set the world on
fire
.
But it's already too late. He doesn't know, but I know. What the Jeokcheongang is doing and what kind of power it has.
He had only used that martial art once so far and became a legend by killing a thousand Demonic Cultists.
'Hwasin ghost dance.'
At that moment, the new model of Jeokcheongang disappeared.
As if he was dancing, his hands and feet were foggy as he approached the blood column with light steps.
Red and blue fires filled the air everywhere. It was a beautiful yet terrifyingly destructive flash.
"Fire King!"
Shoot Aaaaaa!
Along with the harsh cry of the Blood Lord, the dark red river was mixed with the firearm. There was a roar as if the cliffs were collapsing and the sky was splitting.
'This is…'
A workshop that is difficult even to dare to follow with the eyes. It was an amount of time that couldn't even be called a village, but I knew it.
Hundreds of attacks with tremendous power came and went in that short moment? and who won the battle.
Kwaaaaang!
A wave of heat swallowed the dark red river. Something glittering soared high into the sky, burrowing deep into the dug-out mound.
A sack of swords. The owner who should be holding it was facing the final blow.
"The old man said it. Even if it's a non-human demon, I'll kill you."
With a low voice, Iljang struck the guy in the chest.
Jijik. My flesh burned and my breastbone collapsed. The blood lord, who vomited blood, knelt down with blurry eyes.
and… That was all.
The new model of Jeokcheongang, who was staring down at the top of the head of the bloody spirit who did not move, stumbled.
"Noya!"
"Enemy grandfather!"
I hurriedly ran out, and Cheongpung and I picked up the Jeokcheongang River and moved it to a nearby grassy forest.
Hwashin ghost.
There is no fire that burns forever. When the dance is over, the fire goes out and the heat subsides.
It was also the reason why Jeokcheongang, which had lived for a long time, could only use it once.
"How about it, isn't it what the old lady said?"
"What do you mean?"
"Hwashingwimu. Didn't you finish it?"
I let out a sigh of relief at the appearance of Jeokcheongang asking with a faint smile.
And immediately smiled along.
"It was awesome."
It was sincere. everything was awesome
If it wasn't for the voice of someone coming from behind his back the next moment.
"Hwasin Ghost… What a wonderful name."
The figure of blood wine rising up was filled with our young child who slowly turned his head.