Chapter 874: 874
Whoosh!
The window of the line window, which flew with the sound of wind, penetrates the upper chest. Blood poured out of the cracked flesh.
Hong Dae Kwang hit the spear with a batted stick in his hand, but the power was not as strong as that of a child's hand. The light is almost out in my eyes now. It clearly showed how extreme they were.
"LOL."
The wire-window quietly laughed and recovered the spear.
"You stupid beggar!"
It's praiseworthy that he's still standing on his two feet with such a wound. It is well worth applauding to swing that short stick to fight even though it is close to death.
But that's a meaningless ruse.
"Hot!"
The spear of the wire spear made dozens of Chang-youngs, playing with Hong Dae-kwang's chest. Hong Dae-Kwang struggled back as if he were dancing without resisting properly with a weak body.
"It's over!"
The last blow came from the line-window, who was sick of playing with it anymore. His spear, which had a strong game, flooded Hong Dae Kwang's neck in one swoop.
Hong Dae-wang, who reached his limit while looking at the spear to stop breathing, did not respond at all. Without any doubt that his spear would penetrate Hong Dae Kang's neck, he turned his eyes and searched for the next prey.
'Next is…….'
It was just that moment.
Whoosh!
A great deal of pain came from the hand holding the spear, followed by a helpless bounce back.
"What?"
Boom!
The line spear, barely balanced by hitting the spear to the floor, looked forward in astonishment.
A man who appeared before he knew it was standing between him and Hong Dae Kwang.
"When?"
I didn't even feel it.
At the moment when he turned his eyes away, convinced of Hong Dae Kwang's death, he jumped between and blocked his spear?
That young man?
The windshield scanned the opponent with cold eyes. The survival instinct developed through numerous battlefields is to first understand the competence of the other person.
Black clothes.
A rather slender sword in one hand.
A face that matches the word young.
However, the first thing that caught his eyes was a number of scars on his forearm, which were revealed between his hand holding the sword and his sleeve.
As if they had been intentionally carved in, the scar covered their hands and arms like spider webs.
At the moment, I got goosebumps on the back of the line window.
'That's…'
I've seen it a few times before.
Lovers wandering the world looking for battlefields only. There are some of them who survive oddly long enough to fit the word "fly's life," and their hands were just like that.
Those hands resemble those of those who have gone through numerous battles and have crossed the line of death.
At that time, the man who intervened slowly opened his mouth without taking his eyes off the window.
"Are you all right?"
Hong Dae-wang, who barely came back alive after stepping into the threshold of death, was mesmerized by the back of a man standing in front of me as if he had already forgotten about it. He looked as if he was dreaming.
"…girl."
His dry mouth couldn't open easily, so he clapped his mouth again and again.
A familiar and unfamiliar, reliable back. Hong Dae Kwang recalled the name of a man he knew."……Jo-Gol painting?"
Then Jo-Gol turned his head slightly and looked at Hong Dae Kwang and smiled.
"Long time no see."
"Oh……."
Hong Dae Kwang blinked his eyes again and again as if he couldn't believe it, and finally became weak and collapsed.
Flop.
His face, which had collapsed, changed over and over again. I bit my lips as if I was angry, and I sighed to see if I was relieved.….
It was resentment that Hong Dae Kang, who had revealed such complex feelings, eventually put it in his mouth.
"Darn it…….quickly…"…I'm sure you'll come."
"I'm sorry. I came running as soon as I heard the news."
"No… I'm glad you're here now. Even now. Oh, my.….”
The face of the wiretender who looked at the sheep was distorted.
'These guys?'
They were talking now apparently ignoring him. How can one endure this humiliation as an uninhabited individual?
"Do they ignore me?”
Just as he was about to say another word, Jo-Gol's eyes touched him.
Flinch.
The moment I saw the eyes staring emotionlessly, the mouth of the line window closed automatically regardless of the will.
In the face of those bleak eyes, his instincts warned him not to open his mouth anymore.
You're saying I'm scared of this kid?’
It was a time when the line window was confused by a sudden and incomprehensible situation.
"You son of a b*tc*!"
The sound of animal-like cries from the side turned his eyes unknowingly.
"Are you all right?"
"……Yoo, Yoon-Jong painted."
Someone was supporting Hwayeongmunju, who was dealing with Cheol-gui a while ago. And no matter what happened, the ironclad was growling away from him, and could not bear to rush in.
'What the hell is this…'.’
It was only then that he felt a strange atmosphere flowing through the battlefield.
The atmosphere has changed. Strange as it may be, the atmosphere of the battlefield is clearly different from that of a while ago.
Two people are unique. No, only three people joined.
However, the fierce battle stopped beforehand, and those who had been scratching and biting around mercilessly until a while ago only spread the streets and growl low.
The wolves, who had been arguing over their territory, seemed to have found a criminal who had approached them.
On the other hand, the faces of the three fighters in the West Bank were filled with joy and relief. Some people were about to cry as if they were about to cry.
The circuit breaker was dumbfounded.
There are only three people. How should we accept that the three of them stopped the battlefield boiling like a furnace?
Who the hell are these guys?
"Hey."
At that moment, Lee's sword, standing in front of him, flew in like an island war.
What?
When he realized it, Black was already stuck in his shoulder.
"Giggles!"
The pain in his shoulder caused the windshield to bite him back. A cold sweat began to run down his forehead, which had stepped back more than a chapter at once.
I looked down on my shoulder and saw blood welling up between the cracked clothes. What he went through a while ago was not a fantasy.
I couldn't even see it.’
How can a sword wielded by a man be so fast?
The windshield shuddered at the first pleasant sword I've ever seen. I got goosebumps from my toes to the top of my head.
I was surprised by the fact that the person who showed off the sword was a young warrior who would not have lived half his life, and I felt overwhelmed by the fact that he had to deal with him from now on.That's right away.
Jo-Gol with a hole in his shoulder and Yoon-Jong, who saved Wirip San, slowly stepped forward.
With his breath weighing on him, he desperately dissuaded his body from trying to step back without even realizing it.
The safas and those who fought for their lives, which no one seemed to be able to stop, all stopped and stared blankly at those who stepped forward.
'What the hell are these… '….’
At that moment, something caught the eye of the circuit window. He opened his eyes wide in shock.
He belatedly discovered that the plum blossom pattern was engraved on the chest of the person approaching him.
"화, Hwasan……?”
It's the Hwasan that people here were talking about. At the moment, the line-window, whose hair was burning, spat out as if he were sick.
"Hwasan파?"
The black robe and the red plum blossoms on the chest are symbols of the famous Hwasan.
Nevertheless, the moment I saw them, I couldn't think of the name Hwasan immediately because they were so frightened of their spirit.
So different and different from the political factions they've faced so far. Besides, what about that breathtaking life?
So as soon as I saw them, I couldn't think of them as Hwasan. I've never imagined a Taoist spouting more flesh than a Sapa.
"Hwasan? So this guy……?’
It was then.
"Stand back. You'll get hurt."
"Do, sir. I……."
"Let's talk a little later."
One's voice rang calmly and comfortably on the battlefield.
It was a slow voice, totally out of place in the battlefield of blood and death.
That buck.
The owner of the voice slowly walked forward.
Sweep your hair and tie it high.
He's a little short.
Black application flapping in step.
It wasn't very impressive.
Compared to Jo-Gol, who exudes the same spirit as a blade, and Yoon-Jong, who exudes the power of pressing his son-in-law, the spirit of interest was too ordinary.
but
From the moment I heard his voice, I couldn't take my eyes off him.
It was a warning of instinct. Those who have lived all their lives in the jungle-style world instinctively identify who is the most dangerous person on the battlefield.
And now his instincts are talking.
The author is the most dangerous person here right now.
That's right away.
Walking out slowly, he stopped at some point.
Sneak.
Then he slowly captured the dead and fallen in his eyes. The gaze remained motionless for a while, almost as if to engrave it in the eye.
None of the people watching the scene could dare to take their eyes off him.
Sneak.
The man's gaze shifted again. This time, it was to those who were suffering from injuries.
While he was moving his eyes in silence, it didn't seem that long, but it felt as long as the world stopped. It seemed as if time had passed by like a million dollars.
Stifling is something you say about this situation.
Gulp.
A small sound of someone swallowing dry saliva came out loud like thunder. The terrifying silence weighed down the entire top.
And finally.
The man's gaze slowly returned.
Nothing much has changed. He looked no different from the beginning, and his eyes didn't change.
However, the pressure felt by the Safans who received the eyes could never be the same.
The person who confirmed the slaughter, death and pain that took place here slowly opened his mouth."Very……."
Everyone held their breath and waited for what was to be said. It was as if it was supposed to be.
"…Well done."
The man's corners of his mouth slowly rolled up.
With that eerie smile, the heart of the hooker and the iron ingot dropped.
"So you guys…….”
The man looked from left to right at all the safans standing in front of him, as if he had seen every single face.
"How do you want to die?”
As soon as the word was over, the air on the battlefield cooled cold like ice as if it was a lie that had been hot so far.
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