return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 161

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“Faster, faster, faster!”

“I can’t speed up anymore!”

“What are you talking about? Can’t you see that?”

Baek Cheon’s voice contained anger and urgency. It’s climbing cliffs at a crazy pace, but it hasn’t completely overcome the initial difference. At this rate, Wudang’s disciples will climb the cliff first.

If that happens, Chung-Myung will have to deal with Wudang’s disciples alone. Although Chung-Myung is not a human being, he cannot deal with that many shaman’s disciples alone.

It’s impossible for Chung-Myung to come, not Chung-Myung.

“No, Chung-Myung shouldn’t come, but would it be possible if Chung-Myung, who became a grandfather, came?’

Anyway, that’s not the point right now!

“If you don’t want to see your priest die, squeeze his milk! I’m going first!”

“Huh?”

Baek Cheon began climbing cliffs at a faster pace than ever. Then Yoo-Esul follows closely.

“Oh, my God!”

No matter how much they did the same training, they were the great disciples, and Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong were the three great disciples. Yet there was an uncontrollable gap between the two allocations.

“Way to go! We have to go faster!”

“Joo, I’m dying!”

“Don’t cry!”

Yoon-jong clenched his teeth.

It doesn’t hurt my pride to fall behind Baek Cheon. Back Cheon is like an idol to him now and then. The reason why Yoon-jong is angry now is that Chung-Myung may be in danger, but it does not help.

“I somehow…….Huh?”

Then something strange came into Yoon-jong’s eyes.

Some of the shamans who were climbing up turned around and began to crawl toward Hwasan’s disciples.

“What are they doing?”

“I think he’s coming to stop us.”

“……That’s weird. Don’t that right?”

“I know.”

That’s weird.

“I didn’t think training to fight on a cliff would help us here.”

Yoon-jong pulled out the sword. At the same time Jo-Gol pulled out a sword.

You’re dealing with a shaman of that size on a flat surface?

I wouldn’t dare. First of all, there is no one younger than him. There will be at least a real hunger, a ruthless belly.

But this is on the cliff.

And these are the people who had to be put under the sword of Chung-Myung on the cliff.

“He’s digging a grave, a grave!”

Yoon-jong crawled to the shaman disciples who were approaching him with great force.

Jo-Gol, who was watching it from behind, muttered unconsciously.

“……what a disgrace.”

* * *

“Tiny tricks!”

Ho Sanja bit his lips as he saw the recruits flying toward him.

However, tricks are not something you can easily deal with. Why would a recruit be a recruit? He is a recruit because he can cut through the sword and cut off his strengthened body with a history.

If you can’t escape each sword…….

“Hmm?”

At that moment, Ho Sanja’s eyes were slightly bigger.

‘A recruit…?’

There’s not a shred of sharp energy in the flying sword. I can only see lumps of scrap metal that are rusted and toothless.

“What?”

Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw!

Ho Sanja lifted a sword and struck down a flying recruit. Swords that you can’t find anywhere to talk are thrown away. Some of them were cut in half because Ho Sanja could not handle the lightly beaten power.”It’s nothing…”

Screaming!

“Gasp!”

Among the rotten swords flies a sword with formidable etiquettes.

Ho Sanja freaked out and flipped over. If something like this had flown in from the beginning, I would have handled it calmly, but no matter how surprised a real recruit flew in while in panic.

And

Argh! Argh!

Chung-Myung doesn’t miss the opportunity and hits Ho Sanja in the ribs.

“Kkkkkkk!

Whoops!

The sword was lifted from Ho Gong, but the body could not be stopped from bouncing.

Ho Sanja bounces out of the cliff and bites his lips.

“You’re playing tricks to the end!”

Ho Sanja flipped over and threw the sword forward. Then, he lightened his body and climbed up the cliff again with the power of the sword flying away.

Chung-Myung clicked his tongue at the sight.

You look like you’re losing your energy.’

I wish I could fall down the cliff like that, but it’s not going to end so easily.

Meanwhile, Ho Sanja, standing on a cliff, frowned and looked at the swords scattered on the floor.

“……this.”

“But it’s still a sword.”

“…….”

Even if you look at it again, it looks terrible because it is so rusty and dyed red.

‘Well, come to think of it, this would be right.’

It’s made of iron anyway, even if it’s a new prosecutor’s office. It is natural to rust and fade away if left underground for 200 years.

However, some of them were still visible. In other words, those swords are not just names, but true recruits.

“Yes, it’s in vain anyway.”

I think I can hear Yakson laughing in Ho Sanja’s ear.

The purpose of those who entered the sword gun is to get their hands on the recruits. The only people who know the name of the saber moose is Yakson are the shaman, the openness, and the voice.

Even that became known to the world because Yakson’s disciple accidentally spilled it.

In other words, Yakson would have thought that when he made the sword gun, he would only aim for recruits in the future.

Did Yakson not know these swords would rot?

It can’t be.

If he really wanted to pass these swords on to posterity, he would have kept them more precious, not in this environment. Not put in a damp cave.

“Did you intend to play tricks on the future? You weren’t a very good human being either.”

Ho Sanja’s eyes turned to the wooden box.

It doesn’t matter what happened to the recruits. Because that’s what he was aiming for from the beginning.

And…… it was probably the same with Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung is also not paying attention to recruits who have fallen to the ground.

“I guess we have the same purpose.”

“If you want to take those swords, I’ll just let you go.”

“That’s a joke.”

“You don’t want to be greedy.”

Are you being greedy?

Chung-Myung pointed the sword forward. As time goes by, Chung-Myung is at a disadvantage. Failing to bring down Ho Sanja quickly will bring up other elders of the shaman.

‘Then there’s no answer.’

It is the truth of the world that a fist cannot be punched ten times. Even the Heavenly Demon couldn’t escape this truth. Chung-Myung had no intention of physically testing whether the truth was right or wrong.

“Here we go!”

“You have a short temper!”

“Oh, you’re so talkative! It’s a supply and demand!”Chung-Myung’s sword gently swam through Ho Gong.

“Hmm?”

At that moment, Ho Sanja’s spirit changes. He noticed that Chung-Myung’s sword was unusual.

Red flowers began to bloom at the end of Chung-Myung’s sword. Ho Sanja exclaimed in dismay without realizing it.

“Plum Blossom? You’ve really restored the Plum Blossom Blossom Blossom!”

‘Oh, you pretended not to be, and you were so d*mn interested.’

It seems that Hawasan knew that he had lost the plum blossom technique. Of course, what Chung-Myung is doing now is not plum-blossom, but Chilmae-blossom, but it will look like that to Ho Sanja.

The red petals began to flutter.

Where there’s no way it’s

Red plum blossoms bloom in a cave where plum blossoms cannot grow. And the plum blossoms bloomed in unison and flew towards Ho Sanja.

Ho Sanja lowers the sword.

Lower taxes.

The most stable posture and where the sword of the shaman begins.

The sword begins to move heavily.

Circle.

Ho Sanja’s sword soon drew a big circle in front of him.

The circle is the source. And the origin where everything begins.

There was only one world in the beginning, but it was divided into yin and yang, creating all things.

After all, the beginning of the world is yin and yang. That yin and yang is taegeuk.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

The circle drawn by Ho Sanja’s sword was divided in half and soon divided into two black and white energies and began to swing.

Taeguk Hyegum ( 태극 태극).

The highest-ranking shaman of shamanism, the heavenly season that makes shaman called shamanism.

The taegeukhye sword was finally implemented through Ho Sanja’s hands.

Although Mu Jin has already used the Taegeuk Hye-gum to Chung-Myung, what Mu Jin showed was just a clumsy candle imitating the shell. In other words, it didn’t deserve to be called a Hye-gum.

One, the Taegeukgi drawn by the tip of Ho Sanja’s sword was clearly in contact with the province.

Chung-Myung’s petals, which were flying, are caught up in the swinging Taegeuk.

Soft and strong.

Two opposing properties melt away. Gently suck in the petals and pulverize them strongly.

“I can’t believe you’re smoking plum blossoms at that age!”

If you can’t conciliate, you must knock it down. Ho Sanja’s eyes were young to live in.

“It’s too early to be surprised!”

Chung-Myung’s sword swings once again.

Opposite.

As I’ve felt in the past, the reason why Hawasan can’t beat the shaman is not just because of his weak martial arts. The gentleness of the shaman is contrary to the sharpness of Hawasan.

Fast and fast swords always reveal their weaknesses to soft latecomers.

One, that’s all.

What about the opposite?

A fire goes out when water is poured in, but a big fire burns bigger when water is poured in. All properties can be overcome with stronger force.

Come on!

Jinki, crouching in the Danjeon, responds to Chung-Myung’s will. The flawless clear energy escapes from the Danjeon, circulates the body, and stays at the end of the sword.

Blooming.

Blossoms and blooms.

The plum blossoms that formed a small forest bloom again and again to cover the small hill.

Soon everywhere in sight was covered with plum blossoms.

It’s not a sword.

Twenty-four Plum Blossom Law.

A sentinel that Jong-nam tried to steal in the past, but he couldn’t have only true intentions.

Plum pots!

Flutter and flutter. Like plum leaves flying like snow in the spring wind.

Ho Sanja was mesmerized by the sea of plum blossoms flying towards him.

‘How… how could you be so sensitive?’

The beginning of everything is Taegeuk.Putting a tag on a sword is like putting the world on a sword.

But this sword before him now speaks to him.

Is the source everything?

The beginning is everything?

I don’t think so.

The world itself is such a thing.

If the national flag contains the Tao, it also contains the dew that forms at the end of the leaves at dawn.

The whole thing is a do-go. The whole thing is nature.

Plum leaves are just fluttering, but they contain the logic of the world.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Oh, my god!”

The petals and the Taegeuk collided, and a huge storm swept through.

It was fortunate that no one had arrived on the cliff yet. If anyone was here, it would have been terrible to see the flakes of the plum blossom taegeuk.

“Oops!”

Ho Sanja, who bounced back, grabs his chest.

You broke through my sword?’

His chest is stained with blood. In addition, the whole body is cut sharply and spews blood.

What about him?

Ho Sanja raised his head. I can see Chung-Myung lying on the other side.

“Turn it off.”

Chung-Myung is struggling to lift. I don’t think he’s all right either.

“Hogak?”

No, maybe this side is a little behind.

There is a reverence in my heart.

At this moment Ho Sanja was feeling unbearable respect for that child. At the same time, however, the sense of crisis grew.

“That old man is filthy strong.”

Chung-Myung struggled to get up and spit on the floor. It’s more like blood than saliva.

“This is the next time.”

“That’s what I was hoping for.”

The two faced each other and took a quiet deep breath.

But there was something both overlooked.

This is not an unarmed place, nor is it a place where only the two fight. And now the two weren’t even competing.

“The death penalty!”

The heads of the two who were taking a deep breath turn at the same time.

Ho Gong(虛空).

Finally, the priest of Ho Sanja. Ho Gong Jin-in arrived here by climbing a cliff.

At the moment Ho Sanja’s eyes shook. Realizing what he was doing, he shouted his head off.

“Father, that wooden chest! Grab the wooden box. Aaaaaaa!”

Ho Gong’s head turns violently.

A wooden box placed on the rock in the center was clearly visible to his eyes.

“Yes!”

Ho Gong flew into the center without delay. At that moment, Chung-Myung screamed.

“No, no, no, no, no!”

Chung-Myung immediately tried to blow himself up to Ho Gong. But Ho Sanja quickly blocks in front of him.

“That’s it, man!”

“No, it’s not that……!”

Ho Gong’s grip on the wooden chest clearly sticks in Chung-Myung’s eyes.

“Oh….”

…it’s ruined.

Oh, you idiots!

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