episode_0549

It is not dark at twelve o’clock, so it is Hangzhou, a city without night, a real night city in the central plains.

But today’s Hangzhou night is even more fiery than that.

Chasing and being chased, sword energy and strength continue to bloom, clashing and fighting, and sparks fly.

Enemies are attacking with swords, blood cult bastards with dark eyes, and spiritual pursuers are everywhere.

There is a saying called bankruptcy inspection.

It means a mountain made of swords and water made of swords, so it is a metaphor for the world being cut down with only malicious intent, which is a very rough and dangerous situation.

In the same sense, Moorim was also referred to as Dosangeomrim.

Even before the reign of Emperor Mucheon, in an era when even government officials and officials were anxious to kill each other, everyday life was like this, where people would pull out their swords and fight when they made eye contact.

And even now.

“Stop! Yes, do you remember the name Yang Sung-jin? Dear old man, this bitch is talking huh!”

“Stop saying things like that and do it!”

Cheong screams and rushes forward, bending his back and digging low, and the dangling bakdo soars toward the sky.

Originally, in martial arts, there were not many methods of striking the enemy soaring into the sky, and in fact, considering the weight of the weapon, the strike was much more powerful, and considering the subsequent recoil, it was not a wise method.

However, it is different if there is enough power.

In order to block the force rising from below, it is difficult for even a person with a thousand pounds of strength to handle more than the weight of his or her body.

An unknown enemy supports the blade and hurriedly pushes it down, but it bounces back in a collision filled with force and force, and both arms shout for independence.

With a crunch, Parkdo, who breaks his pelvis and is trapped, lifts his feet and soars into the sky, escaping from the peak of his trajectory and flying high.

Covered in rather unpleasant blood, Cheong spreads his murderous intent.

But even for a moment, spray of water suddenly bursts out from under the shadow of the pavilion.

As the sunset-colored river stirs wildly, the torn bodies fall into pieces, and several of them end up stabbing with daggers.

However, in the first place, it was the government that weeded out the dangerous guys and left the attack as a worthy attack.

Daggers sticking into muscles covered in self-defense gear, even if they are the deepest, are only about a inch or a finger, and of course they are extremely painful.

Patient: This is a bit painful.

Pain is my strength, and the blue punishes me by piercing my solar plexus, and the eyes of the masked assassin smile with bitter resentment.

“Kkkk, it’s a blade full of poison. There aren’t many years left, so I’ll be waiting.”

Cheong pulls out his hand. The assassin with a hole in his solar plexus is coughing up blood and trying to smile, chuckling, chuckling.

hmm. I’m sorry, what’s wrong with poison?

What was it? Yeommaehoe?

I thought he was helping me because he said he was over here and hid me behind a secret wall, but when he spit out a poisonous needle and switched between the antidote and the new attack, I ended up turning the game upside down because of this damn thing.

Then, when you died and I died, he clung to me very persistently.

Four people looking at each other look at each other and exchange glances.

That bitch is really ugly. Why don’t you just go back and not get involved?

That’s right, brother. Since the client is gone, I have no choice but to return.

He took a step back, not sure if he was a friend or not, but then turned his back and quickly walked away.

Cheong took a breath, took a breath, looked at his back for a moment, and then-

Beep beep! Beep beep!

“Here! That’s the Cheonhwa Sword!”

Along with the shouting man, warriors with red bands on their foreheads roared.

These are people called Jeokgeoncheon.

Cheong sighs and takes a breath.

Yes, a warrior speaks with a sword.

When was there an easy or comfortable fight?

Maybe it should have been like this from the beginning.

It must have seemed easy to avoid and use tricks because it was a military matter and it was a matter of life and death.

If it’s not a matter of life or death, or if it’s not a military matter, if several people rush in and look for an opportunity, I still have regrets about giving them space for no reason, so wouldn’t this be the case?

Cheong’s new model slips into eight.

Infiltrating the midst of uniformed military uniforms, knives are sprayed, the sound of Daeng temple bells, scratching, grabbing, piercing, plucking and tearing.

And then suddenly, boom! As Cheong holds the sword, Jiik slips and scratches the ground.

Half of the thick blade body of the bakdo sword was slashed. I managed to block the attack, but the internal injury left me feeling sick and a spoonful of blood boiling over me.

“Noom! How dare you dare to touch our enemy’s sky and still get away with it!”

“Ugh, then, does the Shinnyeomun look like a dick!? Why, are you also an expert in Hyeonkyung? Absorbing magic? Yes, I like the Absorption Magic Attack. Do you have any plans to clean things up?”

Cheong spits out blood and shouts without giving up.

The Jeokgeoncheon expert who shouted at him flinched.

Of course it wasn’t there.

“Dead!”

Cheong screams and stomps his foot!

The Jeokgeoncheon expert flinched and raised his sword, but the blue expanded into a translucent eight and flew, crawled and jumped in all directions. The Jeokgeoncheon expert was alas, he was deceived!

However, it is already blue that has penetrated the rear of Jeokgeoncheon’s ranks.

Just turn your body around, take one step, pick up speed with two steps, and run away with three steps at a furious sprint.

“Damn it, get it! Catch it!”

A loud shouting sound from behind.

Cheongdo now understands the magic explorers.

The Suction Magic Attack is a tank.

This is the tank that is joked about.

Take out all the debt you can and buy a tank.

So how do you repay that debt?

You idiot, why worry about debt when you have a tank? bank? Private loan? I have a chariot.

Once you obtain the Supremacy Demonic Power, you are a martial arts expert, so there is no reason to be afraid of the Jeongsa Battle.

Since it is a killing that guarantees being the best in the world, I already have the magic power.

In a similar way, it means that you just have to pick it up and pay it back, which is also a characteristic of those who are already seriously buried and unable to think normally.

So there is no future for these guys.

No gambler thinks about what to do after losing, so just win.

What if it doesn’t work? What better thing to do but die?

Since she has connections to mobilize the military and is the best among women, it is of no concern to magic explorers such as the Murim Alliance.

You stupid bastards.

Even if you have the Absorbing Demonic Power, once you get it, will you immediately become the best person in the world and have the world at your feet?

Even after seeing this, do you think you can easily disappear once you get the absorption magic attack?

I don’t know if there is a way to rise into the sky and fall to the ground.

However, those who frequent illegal gambling establishments think that they can win big and live to see the next morning.

Just because Cheonhwageom is easy.

Isn’t it worth a throw of the dice and a chance to win with the guarantee of being the best in the world?

Cheong has enemies on his tail.

In fact, if you want to be ostracized, you can be ostracized.

But then what?

Are these bastards who will give up and go away just because they are bullied?

If you gamble, you will lose a lot of money, so you will want to get your money back.

Since the Qing chose the main road and did not leave any space to spare, all kinds of wandering forces, starting from Jeokgeoncheon, came rushing in behind them.

We have already circled Hangzhou once, so there must be one or two people left behind.

Ahead, at the end of the street.

A high wall of one and a half height stretches to the left and right, and in the center where it touches the main street, there is a large gate and a signboard with Daehyeol written in large letters.

Blood ramun!

Since I was so chased that I didn’t even have time to ask for directions, I took a walk around downtown Hangzhou and finally found the main base of the religious bastards.

The guards of Hyeolramun see the running Cheong and various types of warriors chasing after them.

The large front door of Hyeolramun begins to close in a hurry as people rush inside in surprise.

Cheong speeds up, five steps, four steps, three steps-

But, to my horror, there was a thud right in front of my nose, then a thud again, the sound of the latch being hurriedly fastened.

Cheong increases his speed, trampling the ground with two steps, and then one final step.

I twist my pelvis, push the air with both arms as hard as I can, stick out my shoulders, and the perfectly shaped Cheolsango crashes into the gate.

bang!

With a dizzying pain hitting my shoulder, my torso tilts and flies forward.

The entire iron latch falls off and the weft threads bounce off the door.

The roughly opened gate was tattered on one side and the hinges were broken on the other side.

About four pieces of blue fly out of the gaping entrance, make a rough crash landing starting from the shoulder, and about three slide down, drawing a long straight line on the floor.

It’s almost as if the sound of “Ugh, it’s going to hurt” comes out of nowhere, but Cheong jumps up like a person who has forgotten the pain.

His pursuers swarm into the manor after him, digging in between the manor’s pavilions and screaming loudly.

“Damn evil sects of blood religion! I will kill them all! Hit it! Kill them all! Don’t leave even one of the evil bastards of the blood religion behind! A dog! Don’t miss a single rat and burn the whole thing down!”

It is Cheong who lets out sharp cries as he repeatedly subdues the blood cult bastards.

The pursuers missed him.

This bitch has deliberately cornered us now.

Of course, there are those who believe and those who do not.

But what about blood religion? Hyeolramun is a blood religion?

I heard you were fighting properly with the Apostolic Battle Unit earlier, but that has nothing to do with the blood religion, right?

Isn’t it a bit too much to say that all blood clans are sects?

Unbelievable! Hyeolramun is a blood religion!

I really should have looked into it when I used the blood ruler!

Either way, they are trackers with serious expressions, looking out in all directions and preparing for possible enemy attacks.

But how? Are you quiet? Is there anyone?

Cheong is also heartbroken.

what? Why is there no one?

Could it be that they are all the ones who fought with the Apostles? Or is it because it’s an empty house where everyone ran out to get me?

And it was that moment.

-conflict!!! What kind of disgrace is this!!

A majestic voice heard from thin air!

Everyone’s eyes were focused on him, and before we knew it, an old man opened the door to the main shrine of Hyeolramun.

Since the voice contains an unusual story, the expressions of all those who are said to be the leftists’ faces become stiff.

Did such an expert exist in Hyeolramun?

While everyone is frozen, the old man opens his mouth.

“I am Chang Sanya, the division owner of the Hyeolramun family! Who dares make a fuss in the main temple of Hyeolramun?”

Cheong thinks this is the time and quickly interrupts.

“Shut up! You evil sect of blood religion! Since all the facts are already clear, do you think you don’t know that your leader is brazenly claiming to be the devil and even has a ridiculous knowledge of the laws of the world!?”

“ Blood religion. This is an absurd conspiracy.”

“I already faced a self-indulgent bitch who calls herself a princess, so how dare you call me a spoiled brat! He twisted my limbs, broke my flesh, and carved a lesson into me, and only then did he cry and reveal his true identity! Aren’t you the evil members of a blood cult!?”

Changsanya’s expression turns pale at that.

“What did you just say?”

“Is now the time to imitate Hyeol Ramun? If you examine Yuryang’s body, the traces of that ugly magician will also be revealed! Or are you going to say it’s her personal deviation? Looking at the way Mr. Siksimma raised his daughter, it seems like he cherishes his daughter very much?”

Changsanya’s expression hardens at that.

The pursuers who followed Cheong also realize that the situation in which he is slowly turning away is not unusual.

“Wait! We, Jeok Geon-cheon, have only come here to resolve the issue with Cheon-hwa-geom, and we have no intention of getting into trouble with Hyeol-ra-mun. I sincerely apologize for entering the manor carelessly. Appropriate compensation will be promised later, so we will leave now-”

“Ohm―Ohm‒Buhhuum‐‑―‧–!”

The Jeokgeoncheon expert tried to take his foot back, but before he could finish, a strange sound erupted.

The magician’s mantra, as soon as you hear it, you know it’s something evil.

Quadang! Ujijik! Quick!

Then, all the doors of the entire building explode violently, and monsters with red eyes begin to pour out.

Even though they are tangled and tangled, the numbers are pouring out one after another, as if they were stacked on top of each other in a room.

“Heart!” “I’m hungry!” “Heart! Fresh heart!”

“Gyaaa!” “Geuaaa!” “Gyaaa!”

Monsters running, crawling, and running from all directions.

“Really, you bastards… … !”

“Everyone retreat, retreat!”

”There is no way out, no way out! All over the place!“

As the pursuers’ astonishment and fear rang out, Cheong also held his sword tightly and aimed at the demons rushing towards him –

however?

The procession of demons splits left and right in front of Cheongui.

”Keee!“ ”Quaaa!“ ”Keee!“

The monsters were escaping from the left and right sides of the building, making cries that resembled screams of some kind of pain.

Cheong’s expression is like that for the first time in a while.

what? What? Why don’t you fight?