return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 134

Ch 134

Chapter 134: 134

The sword is falling down.

Mu Jin rolled over reflexively.

I’m in the car.

The meaning of lazy donkeys rolling on the floor is absolutely disgraceful of face-saving fighters rolling on the floor. But Mu Jin now had no time for that.

Bang!

Soon after, he burst into a binge where he was, and the floor recoils.

Mu Jin, who saw the power with his eyes, quickly hardened his face.

What if I got it right?

It’s an instant death.

“Huh? Avoid it?”

Chung-Myung, who created a knight punching a hole in the floor with a sword, touches and looks at Mu Jin.

Mu Jin bit his lips and jumped up from the floor.

And with a more cautious face, I stare at Chung-Myung.

‘Strong.’

The whole body’s hair stands on end and the hair becomes numb.

A single blow.

The blow alone was enough to guess the strength of the opponent.

Perhaps the author is a powerful enemy Mu Jin has never faced. Contrary to that mischievous attitude, the skill was obviously real.

I don’t understand why such a talented man would do such strange things as appearing in a mask, but you have to let go of the mind of belittling the opponent just by looking at him…….

Mu Jin bit his lips.

You’re saying you’re still thinking this stupid thing?’

It’s not a slight.

Disrespect is what the strong do to the weak. But now he was clearly an ‘underdog’ compared to that Chung-Myung.

“Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Mu Jin, who took a low deep breath, stares at Chung-Myung with transparent sunken eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“…….”

I heard something unexpected this time too, but unlike a while ago, Mu Jin remained unperturbed and unperturbed.

“Huh?”

But a shaman is a shaman?

Chung-Myung smiled and walked to Mu Jin.

Mu Jin’s sword rises and falls lightly in line with his touching steps.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

With the sound of a clear waterfall pouring down, the blue sword began to overflow at the end of his sword.

It’s a blue-flowing sword.

It was a sword worthy of its preference.

“Burn it!”

Mu Jin shouts and shakes his sword.

Poor performance.

It was a scene where dozens of blue silk seemed to unfold in unison. Even Wudang’s great disciples, who already know Mu Jin well and know what the Taecheong Prosecutor’s Law is, unknowingly opened their mouths to the tremendous dignity.

Every single one of them is a noodle.

Shaman’s unbreakable sword. Unlike the usual short-lived sword, a single sword consumes several times the heart and strength.

to be soft

It’s so soft.

But in its tenderness lies an irresistible strength. The sword of physical strength.

“Whoa?”

A short exclamation, Chung-Myung rolled up his mouth and jumped through dozens of silks flying at him.

Self-introduced myself.

His body, which is stepping on the steps, seems blurred, and soon rises to Ho Gong.

Darkness Table ( 암).

Chung-Myung’s body, which followed Hawasan’s reading technique, began to swim through the blue blackness pouring like plum petals that silently fall into the deep night.

It was like a scene of a red butterfly flying over a frenzied torrent.

Jin Hyun’s eyes are wide open.

The level is different.

Mu Jin’s negligence, which he thought was well aware of, far exceeded his expectations. And Chung-Myung’s lack of play against Mu Jin was not at the level he could dare imagine.”This is a master’s bloody battle.”

The whole body gets tired by itself.

It has been a long time since the benefits of winning or losing disappeared from the head. The only idea is to watch this battle without missing a single moment.

His students’ thoughts may have been different, and he could not hear a breath behind his back.

Kaga Gagak!

A wave of blackness touching the floor separates the earth deeply.

Who would imagine such power lurking in those silky waves of tenderness?

Just brushing will split the flesh and break the bones.

But even greater, it wasn’t Mu Jin spewing out such blackness, but Chung-Myung casually roamed through the vast wave of blackness.

Let’s go.

The sword narrowly passes through Chung-Myung’s head.

Tadadat.

Chung-Myung, who floated to Ho Gong with a light sword, quickly moved toward Mu Jin, defying the tide of blackness.

No roughness, no lightness!

With a faint smile, Ho Gong walks towards Mu Jin.

‘This is what it’s gonna be like!’

It’s a familiar sword of a shaman he knows.

I don’t think it was named for nothing.

But!

“That’s not enough!”

At that moment.

Clare fluid!

With the sound of cutting through the wind, a new wave of swords stretched toward Chung-Myung. It was a speed that was incomparable to the present.

But Chung-Myung wasn’t at all flustered. The smile around his mouth rather thickens.

Chung-Myung, who stretches out the sword, cuts down the flying waves lightly.

Argh! Argh!

A wave of blackness, which has been inundated, cuts by Chung-Myung’s blackness and splits from side to side.

Chung-Myung thrusts the sword deep into the waves and lifts himself up to Ho Gong with the recoil.

Dig!

The pouring waves and the composition to overcome them collapse. Chung-Myung, who floated high, fell down in the moonlight.

Mu Jin’s face hardened when he saw it.

“Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

I don’t know-how.

It is not easy to stop the continuous sword. Now that Chung-Myung is out of the realm of blackness, his sword is simply wasted heading to the wrong place.

And thanks to you, the gap is revealed.

Chung-Myung flies to Mu Jin with his back to the moon.

“Ha!”

As soon as Mu Jin yelled at him, he stretched his left hand towards Chung-Myung. The energy that stretched like a taffy spewed at Chung-Myung.

“Myeonjang!” (BOTH LAUGHING)’

The art of representing shamans!

Tension that runs smoothly like a stream of water! But the power contained in it is second to none in the world.

Chung-Myung, who was descending, kicked Ho Gong and turned around. The force of the myeonjang sweeps across his side and soar into Ho Gong.

It was that moment.

Chung-Myung slightly stiffened his face and turned around in Ho Gong. However, apparently, the passing air shifted direction again and flew in aiming for his back.

“To the captain of the line?’

It is a technology that can never be used without the development of air power.

“Well!”

Chung-Myung pulls his leg straight toward the air power of the flying myeonjang.

Then he kicked the balls of the myeonjang.

Boom!

A loud explosion broke out in a space where only light sounds had been heard for a while. Chung-Myung, who kicked the cotton pad, uses the rebound to rush toward Mu Jin at a tremendous speed.

“Chaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Mu Jin, who has recovered the sword of the Taecheong sword technique, stiffens his face and lifts the sword.

And!Mu Jin, who opened his eyes lightly, began to draw a soft circle on Ho Gong with a sword.

A white, black sword created a clear figure in Ho Gong.

“It’s Hye-gum!”

Jin Hyun unconsciously exclaimed close to a scream.

Taeguk Hyegum ( 태극 태극).

The sword symbolizing shamanism and the supreme law of shamanism.

The inexplicable and complexity of the prosecution that no one has completed since the investigation.

“Have you already received your wisdom sword?”‘

Jin Hyun clenched his fist tightly.

I’m going to win!

There were moments of doubt, but now that it has happened, the game has already been over.

Taegukhyegom is an invincible sword.

No matter how talented Chung-Myung is, in front of that sword…….

It was that moment!

“No, you son of a b*tc*!”

Chung-Myung’s sword emitted a sunset sword and struck the shape of the Taegeuk made in Ho Gong without hesitation.

Whoops!

The taegeuk is breaking.

“Gasp!”

The impact caused Mu Jin to bleed out.

Flop.

Falling to the floor, he grabbed his mouth and spewed blood a couple of times. He suffered internal injuries as his history soared back in a flash.

He looks at Chung-Myung with trembling eyes as if he cannot believe it.

“Uh, how?”

I wanted to win.

The opponent was too strong, and at this rate, the shaman’s honor was about to fall to the ground. Therefore, even though he was ordered not to use it yet, he took out the Taegeuk Hyegum.

We’ve only got one herbivore, but the silver spoon is the silver spoon! I thought it would be easy to take down Chung-Myung.

But it was a blow.

It was just a blow and it collapsed.

How this could happen, Mu Jin simply couldn’t understand.

Like this.

Chung-Myung crushes his face on the floor. His eyes, exposed through the mask, were heavily frowned upon.

“What’s the point of being successful?”

“…… hmm?”

What’s this sound?

“Ha. That’s why these days. He’s taking out some unskilled sword. f*ck you!”

“…….”

Mu Jin opened his eyes wide.

“It’s not basic that he’s a shaman. Hey, if you get better swordsmanship, will you be stronger? Then why do you learn basic swords first? If you learn the strongest one from the start, that’s it!”

“Oh….”

“You should have seen the game with a sword that you are used to death. You stupidly take out an unfamiliar sword? If this was a war zone, you’d be dead now.”

Chung-Myung kicks his tongue.

That’s why it’s a problem.’

It was for this reason that Chung-Myung delivered the Chilmae sword to Hawasan, not the plum sword.

There is a reason why all literary groups are taught martial arts in stages. Those who have not mastered basic swords will one day reveal bankruptcy.

The ones who can’t even fully master the sword learn the art of plum blossoms?

‘It’s going to kill you.’

Just like Mu Jin now.

Swords that don’t fit the theme are rather poisonous. If Mu Jin hadn’t taken out the Taeguk Hyegom, he would have endured a few more sums.

“Empty rocks are crushed by hard rocks. I can’t do anything more than taecheong-gum!”

Mu Jin’s eyes shook.

It was only then that he knew what mistake he had made.

“What I’ve built up.”

Taeguk Hyegum.

I was fascinated by the high name. If Tae-guk Hye-gum could be digested as his own, he would not lose to anyone in the world.

Stacking up.I forgot it was never going up.

Mu Jin struggled to get up.

And I took a swagger with my trembling hands.

“Thank you for your teaching.”

Lost.

However, he learned a valuable lesson that he would never have learned if he had not lost. Therefore, he could not have been disappointed even in the face of a crushing defeat.

Mu Jin expressed his sincere gratitude to Chung-Myung with a refreshingly.

Chung-Myung smiles as he greets.

“Hey.”

“……Yes?”

“Are you acting like it’s over?”

“…….”

“Come on, you’re gonna have to be beaten to death.”

“…….”

The embarrassment on Mu Jin’s face was young.

He looked up. Chung-Myung’s eyes are glistening with “wish”.

What?

Why is this guy so pissed off?

However, Chung-Myung grabbed the sword and slowly began to approach as if he had no intention of resolving the question.

With all sorts of petulance in his face.

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