"You broke the shell."
A clear voice rang out.
While Cheongpung recalled the sunlight and blue sky of Yeonhwabong, Hyukju felt a shock as if his heart sank.
I couldn't detect any sign outside of just twenty chapters. yourself and no one else.
He narrowed his eyes as he saw a person walking up the trail.
'That guy is…'
A sad impression with a slender body. He is a young man who appears to be in his mid-twenties at most.
The sword, which was roughly stabbed at the waist without a scabbard, was rusted red all over.
A dry voice leaked from between his lips.
"A rising sword?"
Young Zhonglichu smiled.
"I was always worried."
"What?
"
"What kind of bullshit is this…"
Hyeolju, who was about to say something, suddenly realized. From the beginning, all of Jongrichu's words and actions were directed to only one person
.
A warm gaze and voice.
Eventually, a faint smile formed on the corner of Cheongpung's mouth, which had been panting with difficulty. Watching it
, Hyeolju was possessed with a blank smile.
"Look at these…."
For him, who is feared and awed by countless people
even
in
.
Along with the sound of bones cracking, blood gushed out between Cheongpung's lips.Cheongpung fainted after
moaning in pain, and at the same time, Jonglichu's quiet voice rang in Hyeolju's ears.
"Stop it."
Seeing Zhonglichu's smile gone, I felt much better.
Heolju grinned and opened his mouth.
"Now I can see myself."
"I was looking at it right away. I was chasing after the distant figure, but I missed it."
Blood Ju,
who had been listening quietly
, frowned.
Heolju slowly moved up and down
the bell pendulum, which answered calmly.
It was the moment he was about to cut off the breath of the king, when he intervened. I had to turn around without seeing the end in the end because of the rapidly approaching sign
.
No matter how much he is a blood lord, if his ankles are tied inside the Murimmaeng, he has no choice but to suffer
.
Fortunately, the martial arts that the blood master had learned were far beyond the common sense.
However, to think that the unidentified master was Jonglichu, the blood master shot a suspicious look in his eyes
. Your feet are fast."
"Not as much as you. They used a method of renewal that I had never even heard of."
Blood Ju's eyes narrowed.
The opponent is a very young guy. He seemed to have a strong friendship with Cheongpung, and his martial arts skills were unbelievable.
"What is your relationship with the god of war?"
Zhonglichu stroked his smooth chin as usual.
"Since he is a god of war… I have been taught a few things."
"Are you a disciple?"
"There are lessons to be learned even from infants. Everyone who passes by in life is a teacher and disciple to each other."
"Stop talking about the Seon dialogue that catches the clouds. Right now, before I break his neck."
However, what returned instead of an answer was Jong Lichu's calm gaze.
Looking at it, it was as deep as if you could be sucked into it, and on the other hand, it was calm like a lake on a windless day.
'What is this feeling?'
It's a strange thing. Even though we only made eye contact, I couldn't get my hands on it easily.
No, rather, it feels like the power is slipping away. As if something invisible grabbed my wrist and wouldn't let go.
'It's like…:
The blood lord gritted his teeth at the sudden thought of succeeding.
no.
That is impossible. How dare you think of 'him' when you see the remains of such a political faction?
'It can't be. It's enough to cut down a guy like that at once.'
I forcibly held my heart. However, an unknown feeling of uneasiness welled up in his heart.
I wondered if I could beat him or if I could get out of this place.
He licked his parched lips slowly.
"You bastard… what the hell is your identity?"
Amcheon's information network spread all over the world is wide and dense, but the identity of only one person, Jonglichu, has not been revealed.
Jong Lichu, an unknown figure whose face and origin could not be guessed, tilted his head.
"Is it important? '
What ?'
But you won't stop."
A calm voice continued.
"There are still people who are wandering between death and death. If you don't want to stop yourself, you have no choice but to stop."
Chonglichu
, who finished his speech, pulled out the sword that was roughly stabbed in the waist. When the messy, rusty sword body was revealed, a sneer formed on the corner of the blood master's mouth.
"Stop me? With something that doesn't even look like a sword?"
"Well, it still seems more usable than I thought."
"Have you ever cut anyone with that sword?"
"I cut it countless times. Not a very proud memory."
"It's hard to compare me to such a gossip. Who was the last to cut? A bandit no different from a slash-and-burner? Or…"
At that moment, a low voice flowed from Zhonglichu's lips.
"Heavenly Poison Demon."
Blood Ju's body stiffened.
Cheondokmagun.
It's a nickname that Murim people can't know.
Isn't it the great horse among the great horses that swept the world, worshiping the Heavenly Demon, the founder of the Heavenly Demon Religion, as a god during the Great War
? The second person of the Demonic Cult. He was the Cheondok Demon Army.
But he, too, could not escape the fate of a mere Murim man.
One day, as his fate increased day by day, he came across a person. That day, the Cheondok Demon Army met death, and the person who killed him took a new name. " A
sword star…!"
Blood Ju's body trembled as if it had been pierced by lightning.
Sword Master Maijonghak.
This is the name that briefly flashed through my mind when I guessed the identity of Jonglichu. However, I immediately shook my head. It is impossible and should
not happen.
I barely squeezed it out . The voice that came out came out of my mouth.
"How did you… how did you…"
Zhong Lichu, or swordsman Mai Jong Hak, replied while stroking the sword body.
"After the Great War of Magic, I suddenly had that thought. What to do now? The trouble wasn't long. I just liked martial arts."
wickedness. Saaak.
Every time the young purple water river (手?) grazed on his hand, the rusty red sword body revealed its transparent original appearance.
"I was constantly striving for martial arts. A child like my grandson, whom I had belatedly adopted, was my disciple and sometimes became my teacher. The moment I thought I had achieved such great success, I saw another wall."
Geomseong Masonry.
The great warrior who had already risen to the heights decades ago has once again stepped into a new realm.
A higher realization came to him who had already been prepared in every way.
"I didn't expect it until Banrohwandong. In any case, I became curious about the outside world as my body became young unexpectedly. It also reminds me of the scandalous grandson who ran away a year ago."
In this way, the swordsman Maijonghak came out into the world and traveled all over the world under the name of Jonglichu.
He is already a figure from the distant past.
There was no one who doubted Maijonghak, who had returned to his youth.
Amcheon, where nets were stretched all over the world, was no exception.
"It was a good time. Until you show up."
Saaak!
The last rust that covered the blade was peeling off.
The beloved sword, which finally regained its true form, gave off a cool light.
hundreds or thousands. A sword soaked in the blood of countless Madou is aimed at the blood column.
"As I said, isn't this sword still useful?"
The next moment, there was a purple flash!
"…uh?"
The Blood Lord blinked.
In the slow time, the slowly collapsing blue wind came into view.
The familiar wrist of someone grabbing his already fainting neck.
'That's…:
My hand.
The thoughts that should be continued were buried in the gushing blood and pain. A scream escaped from his gaping mouth.
"Ah!"
But it wasn't over yet.
A chilling voice followed him as he stepped back with a scream.
"Since you've accumulated indelible karma, shouldn't you pay the price?"
Shih!
The hair on his body seemed to stand on end.
It was like a welcome sight. All scenery was erased, and only a single sword aimed at his chest captured everything he had.
A single
sword that floats through the air. Ja Ha-gong's purple strong qi reconciled with thirty-six plum blossoms and scattered all over the place.
Seeing that beautiful sight, the blood lord murmured like a groan.
"Thirty-six swords of plum blossoms."
But it's different. It was obviously different.
If the thirty-six swords of Maehwa, which Cheongpung unfolded earlier, were seasonal, what Majonghak now unfolds was a miracle that transcends martial arts.
Just such a miracle was digging into the whole body blood of the blood column.
'This… can't be stopped.'
It was the moment when the astonished Blood Lord hurriedly tried to throw himself away.
snap!
Someone's hand grabbed his ankle.
Jin Tae-gyeong, who had already fainted from exhaustion, was smiling, showing blood-soaked teeth.
"Where are you going? Shall I fuck this?"
"bloke-!"
Papa papapat!
The words didn't come through. Blood Ju's eyes were filled with purple flashes.
Blood splattered and flesh cut. In an instant, my brain turned white from the tremendous pain.
"Cuck!"
The dimension was different. There was no way to stop the sword attacking by erasing dozens of streets.
Awesome! Awesome!
At that time, in the midst of his fading consciousness, the blood-ju's eyes suddenly flashed.
'no. If that's the case, you can buy it.'
The mission has already been completed. The only remaining chrysanthemum in his hand is proof of that.
Although it's a pity that I couldn't kill the King of Fire… As long as my life is attached, if I'm alive, I can promise the future.
He glared at Jin Tae-gyeong with raw eyes. He was smiling even as he vomited blood.
"wait. I will definitely kill you with my own hands."
"what?"
"Stay alive until then. certainly."
The corner of the mouth of the blood jut rose upward.
Maijonghak, sensing something intuition, sprinkled sword energy with a hardened face.
"I can't stop!"
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Awesome!
It was the moment when the only remaining arm of the Blood Judgment fell off from the shoulder blade.
Lord of Heaven!"
Shih!
Gathering the last of his strength with a shout, his new model shot like lightning.
His hard teeth bit his already severed arm, or chrysanthemum, with all his might.
and.
Wow!
Just by looking at it, an ominous black glow engulfed his whole body and disappeared as if washed with blood.
As if it never existed in the first place.