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Tang Nan-ah is desperate to treat Cheong’s wounds as he sits cross-legged.

“I, I can’t live, I can’t live… … ”

The hand that had been running up my thigh, pouring out hemostatic acid and applying a thick layer of anti-inflammatory medication, stopped at my chest. No, why is this guy again, really, really… … .

Dannan’s vision is blurred by moisture.

Even if you know that it is in a good state that it has not been cut in half diagonally, and that the muscles are as hard as a piece of iron that lasts forever, and that even acupuncture cannot enter it, wouldn’t it be a miracle that the stomach did not split right away and the internal organs did not leak?

Tang Nan-ah is shaking and asks, “Why, why won’t this come off?” He takes off his tight vest and bag and wraps them up.

Since I hit the hemostasis of the Tang family, which is also the best pharmacy in the Jungwon region, and applied Geumchang medicine, those muscles are hard anyway and cannot be stitched, and it is clear that it will break Cheong’s concentration, so it is not the right time.

So there is nothing more left to do.

But, but… … !

Still, I feel restless and can’t leave in front of her, so I wonder if my head is going to hang down even now, or I’m just sitting here like a lifeless girl, wondering why this girl is acting like this, what should I do, what should I do… …

It was then.

Suddenly, a corner of my vision brightens, and a flower blooms softly behind Cheong’s head.

“Ah.”

Tang Nan-ah looks at the flower from afar.

Cheong-ah is this desperate, so I can’t just be shaking like this.

He then gently wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and after the wrist had passed, his remaining eyes were firm and without trembling.

Tang Nan-ah picks up the pills and medicine bottles that have fallen on the ground and stuffs them into her skirt with her sleeve and chest.

Heonwon Sword. The sword of the greatest emperor of the Central Plains.

It is the sword of Sangje that can cut down 100,000 enemies with one swing.

At the secret martial arts meeting, Cheong was shocked and asked, “What kind of crazy story is happening?” Even though it was black magic at the time, the ever-increasing strength is a ridiculous level of excitement that leaves the viewer speechless.

Therefore, it was a polite act of blocking the rear defense alone.

“Long! It’s long!” “Get out of the way!” “It’s just getting longer!”

They may act like imbeciles, but aren’t they very clever?

They were constantly targeting the West Gate and Sojeo, constantly changing their invasion routes, and realized that if they attacked all at once, they would only be cut down in droves.

After widening the distance, they run at each one in succession, trying to steal their breath. Jumping and crawling up and down at different heights, running diagonally and even attempting to block the river by holding out the bodies of dead colleagues.

Nevertheless, Gongsun Yaoye held his ground and did not let a single person pass, because Gongsun Yaoye was as good at handling it as he was experienced at swinging a sword from the first time he could remember.

But how can a human being handle and wield the authority of a godman?

So, it is a river that burns life and its source.

My life, which I should have been willing to burn for my family, could it be a waste to burn it for a friend who is as precious as my family?

For my only friend, no longer my only friend, but my dearest friend.

But, it’s a pity.

If I could live even a day, even half a day, or even an hour longer, I would be able to use that much time to spend with Sojeo, the preface.

But even though it is disappointing, it is not a waste.

What’s the point of using something that needs to be used when it needs to be used?

Seoliri had many things in common with Hyeolgawwi.

“Cold!” “Cold!” “Bingryong!” “Cool!”

First of all, the level of vocabulary was the same.

I would say no, but wouldn’t anyone say that they speak the same level of vocabulary?

And secondly, don’t hesitate.

Focus solely on attack, ignoring defense.

Of course, Seoliri may feel unfair.

For blood ghosts, ordering is a task more important than their own well-being. It has been modified so that although I will save my life to carry out orders, it does not matter if I get hurt or die.

Compared to that, what kind of martial art is ice ball?

The destructive power and killing power are the worst, but the aftereffects are very dirty, and the frozen and broken wounds only remain as scars, which is fortunate.

Because he is a martial artist with a messy and dirty aftereffect that will last his entire life.

So, if you are an ordinary martial artist, you will meet a master of ice fighting and save yourself, and your momentum will fade, so it is a martial art that is performed with the strong will to kill me and make you an asshole.

Nevertheless, Seoliri was still able to drive away numerous ice dragons with great momentum, and the first reason was that his originally poor internal skills were complemented by the acquisition of ice white magic and the subsequent strong fighting skills.

However, the reason Seoliri fights is not just to repay the favor.

The only favor shown to me in Seoliri’s life was the small amount of sympathy my uncle, Seolganom, gave me.

A warmth I could not understand because I had never had a family.

But now I understand.

The warmth of a mother’s care for her child, the subtle affection an older sister pretends not to care for her younger sibling, and how the older sister feels when she looks at her younger sibling.

Seoliri, who lived alone, now has a family. Although they are strangers who do not share even a single drop of blood or even ethnicity.

A warmth that my people and my blood relatives have never given me.

And so, Seoliri exudes chills again.

My mother, my sister, but since I’m older, my sister.

“Dang sister! This way!”

Bing Baek Kidang strikes the enemy hard.

One Bloodmaw falls, but another Bloodmaw jumps over it and runs towards it.

Seoliri raises his left arm to block him and pulls his right arm close, determined to give up at least one arm and take his hand.

At that moment, a thick, jagged long needle rose from the eye of the Blood Angler that was floating in the air.

“Hey! you! Are you really going to act like a crazy bitch? Aren’t you going to take care of yourself? Do I have to take care of this too!?”

“Yes. no. No.”

“What? Why do you speak like that and informally!?”

“My heart.”

“What, what! you! you! In front of Cheong-ah, he pretended to be very discreet, but he was acting shamelessly… … !”

“Sister Seol! Let’s take a leap!”

In response, Seoliri jumps up high, scattering frost.

Then, the body of a Blood Angler passing by underfoot collides with the rushing Blood Angaw and rolls on the floor.

The second reason why Seoliri is still fresh.

Because Zhuge Yi-hyun adjusted well.

Looking at the situation of the war, Mo Yong Ju-hui’s role to take care of Seol I-ri was a great loss in terms of military power, so he took on the role of coordinating and forming a formation on his behalf.

Of course, since this is a very dangerous theory, it may delve into places beyond my reach, but at that time, I was somehow able to avoid a major crisis by asking for Tang Nan-ah’s help.

“Sister Seol, come here! You must not leave! If you miss even one, it will reach you!”

There is a rumor that he will return to his current position.

Suddenly, I don’t know why Seomun Sojeo is just a sister and the others are Seol Sister, Dang Sister, and Moyong Sister, but I immediately stretch out my arms again to the blood maw that is rushing towards me.

Changsanya’s sparkling sword and Namgung Shinjae’s two swords come together in the most perfect path.

King of Swords, Namgung Shinjae clenches his teeth.

Isn’t it a crude sword that is an embarrassment to the name of a king? How could a weakling who is only busy blocking and dodging call himself a king?

Just like that, three swords are fine!

It was that moment. An intangible spirit fiercely tears through space, following the trajectory of Geomgang drawn by Changsanya’s Geomgang.

Namgung Shin-jae collapses awkwardly and barely escapes the destruction.

The ideology spread by a martial artist who has reached the realm of peace.

An intangible blade that is emitted half a beat late following the sword’s trajectory. It’s a shame because you already knew the swordsmanship.

Wind Dragon Ascension Sword. When it reaches its extreme, the blade of wind follows the sword and bites the enemy.

The record is a very accurate description.

Chang San-ya throws her sword from a distance towards the collapsed Namgung Shin-jae. The sword grazing the bottom horizontally, followed by Punga, will attack.

However, kang!

Paengdaesan, who flew his body and dug in, blocked the sword strike with his sword.

The crescent moon that Changsanya was drawing at the bottom suddenly breaks off.

The sound of the bitter wind barely passes by Namgung Shin-jae’s neck, leaving a small solid line.

“Ugh, thanks!”

“Quickly!”

Paeng Daesan is rolling on the ground and screaming.

This means that you should quickly get up and help during the time of gratitude.

Namgung Shinjae also knows him, so he stands up and runs with both swords down as if the tips of the swords are grazing the ground, Zeng! He cuts off Chang Sanya’s sword that is trying to cut through the air again and pushes it away.

Truly mean and dirty swordsmanship.

I just want to widen the distance and cut it down with a dark mirror, an invisible weapon from afar.

Originally, such means usually involved using a huge amount of money, but would a demon from a blood religion who raised his dantian with a human heart have ordinary strength?

Instead of counterattacking, they are in a hurry to chase after you and cut off the root of your swordsmanship, so even if you try to throw it away, the recoil quickly opens up space.

It was an endless game of tag, and it was an unfair situation in which the tagger was unilaterally beaten.

Chang Sanya draws her sword.

Anyone who swings a sword in the air can use it quickly, and Paengdaesan is still three steps away, and Namgung Shinjae has lost his balance.

no! Namgung Shinjae forcefully steps on the ground, wow, intense pain in his knee, but Changsanya’s sword is released and swings –

Wedge! Clink.

A sudden blow of rain causes Changsanya’s sword to deviate from its path and soar upward.

It’s just that the trajectory is strange, and the energy it contains is so insignificant that even if you just hit it, it’s like a scratch or a sneak attack.

But who would dare to use their body to stop memorizing the Tang song?

There’s a sweet smell in my mouth, my body wants to breathe, but my lungs can’t handle it, so my inhalation and exhalation clash and my airway feels like it’s going to explode.

Look at Peng’s brother.

His whole body was covered in blood from the wind attack that he couldn’t stop, and he was probably doing the same thing.

Paengdaesan strikes the ground and stands upright.

There was indescribable pain from the deep cut on my forearm, but I gritted my teeth and moved forward again.

Didn’t he boast that he would endure it?

I can’t go as far as to act frivolous and cool, like my older brother Cho, and then die in an unsightly manner and greet Cheong with a sad expression after losing someone else.

He’s a selfish guy who says he’s a friend, but he doesn’t even have any reason to step in and help, and he doesn’t even give anyone a chance to help him because he keeps his job to himself and avoids it.

That guy has finally taken a step forward and opened his heart.

If I disappoint you now, I will probably end up living like a fool for the rest of my life.

Oh, so what is it that you can’t endure?

I can barely hold on, ha, damn it.

Paeng Daesan grits his teeth.

You can barely hold on? Even though he and I are at the same extreme.

After defeating the enemy, I was left covered in blood. Why was it so late? It was all over. Why should I wait any longer? I couldn’t laugh at them.

If I had known this would happen, I would have trained.

I should have swung the sword one more time when I was going on a leisurely trip to avoid the nagging at home.

Instead of running away when my sister teased me, I should have exchanged words one more time and engaged in sparring.

The time I have wasted so far is painful.

If I could go back to the past, I would replace every moment with training.

Yeah, except when it comes to openings.

Peng Dae-san sighs, and suddenly, without realizing it, laughter comes out.

Asura. They are descendants of Asura.

Then I got hit, and yes, that hand was really spicy, so I thought he was indeed a descendant of Asura.

At that time, my eyes really lit up. under. okay. It was said to be a fist as powerful as a wall.

In an instant, you reap the power contained in the stretching of Mt. Pangdaesan. And the left hand is pulled tightly.

A flash of lightning flashes next to the side.

Tick, Ye Dao, who has lost his strength, collides with Chang Sanya’s sword and is pushed back without being able to stop it.

However, in that moment, the very brief moment of collision and slowing down, a very small gap, Paeng Daesan’s left hand extends out as a ray of lightning.

Honwonbyeokjang, eight seconds. It is decided.

When you hear the sound and turn your head, the lightning has already struck, and the force of the lightning has already reached you, and then it glows and roars.

Chang San-ya sees the head stretching out onto her thigh and quickly takes her foot away.

Paengdaesan’s hand just passes over the spot where the enemy was and strikes the air, but-

Quack!

“Kaaak!”

With a roar, Changsanya screams and quickly retreats five steps.

In other words, five steps away.

“How dare you… … !”

After being hit, Chang Sanya’s eyes roll back again. That’s how patient the devil in his mouth must be.

So, holding the sword with both hands, it flashes above the head and behind the back, with the folded elbows soaring high while looking at the sky.

“No!”

Tang Nan-ah screamed and hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, but all he could reach was his empty inner pocket, so why not-

Wedge!!

Chang Sanya splits the air with all her might.

Just swing the sword down with all your might, bend your back, lower your knees, and sink the blade deep into the ground up to the hilt.

It may be said that it looks quite unsightly as a martial artist, but half a beat late, the power contained is too much and it rushes into the shaped rock mirror, right in front of the nose-

And then.

The sound of the temple bell that covers the world.