The Qing Moonlight Sword (No. 10) is a ferocious object that can be called a giant weapon no matter who classifies it.

With the tip of his sword in front of him, Cheong increases his speed with a rough gait as if he is going to break the ground. It is literally like a steel carriage pulled by eight course horses.

“It’s big.”

The moonlight sword easily pierces the stomach.

The body of the sword, which was three inches long, pierced through the Sapa guy’s abdomen in an instant.

Sapa Musa stopped after getting caught on the sword body.

Bang, his forehead roughly bumps into a forehead as beautiful as the full moon of blue.

“Save me-”

But Cheong’s charge does not stop.

Then poop, and poop again.

After taking on three strong men, Cheong’s reckless charge noticeably slows down.

But, no, one more guy can do it.

“Ryaaaaa!”

Cheong yells and stretches out his hands.

Three people in a row, with six legs in the air, and then boom!

“Kill! “Kill me!”

“miss!”

The knife should not come out in the direction it went in.

However, no matter how good the sword is, it is not easy to pull out the four swords lined up in a row, up, down, left, and right.

This is because people have a habit of desperately holding on to something in their stomach without realizing it.

One of the Sapa drones flashes his sword.

Cheong immediately let go of the handle and bent his legs.

puck! As if chopping firewood, the head of the fourth Sapa skewer is split in half.

Collateral damage!

“Uh, huh, big!”

The warrior who suddenly slaughtered his ally is embarrassed and suddenly lets out a painful groan due to the impact of being hit on the solar plexus.

Because the crown of Cheong’s head struck the Sapa warrior’s solar plexus.

Still, Cheong pushes forward like a rhinoceros, and shouts a powerful cheer toward the front with both arms.

Sapa Musa’s body floats up, tangles with his companion, and falls down.

And after three steps, the left foot hits the ground, and the right foot suddenly lifts backwards.

As the ankles, knees, and pelvis rotate, the rotational power is gradually amplified, and the leg strength is said to be three times that of the arms, making an exciting kick!

This is exactly the foot of the female enemy kicking the back of the fallen Sapa Musa.

The head, separated from the spine, shoots out like a cannonball and hits another Sapa Musa’s face.

“This house defends well!”

Cheong, who started talking nonsense, raises his knee and slams it down vertically.

When he steps on Sapa Musa’s elbow, his lower arm bounces up in reaction.

As the tendon is pulled, the fingers spread out and the straight sword held by the edge is thrown upward.

Cheong leans over and catches Jikdo.

The jikdo is a weapon with a kitchen knife stretched out in all directions.

It has a sharp tip so it can stab, but it has the disadvantage of having less destructive power because the center of gravity is centered on the handle.

Of course, if you have enough power, there is no need to worry about destructive power.

“You’re back! Even hell yam!”

What if Jikdo heard it? Me? You might have asked, but unfortunately, Byeonggi has no ego.

The cheap straight sword, instantly transformed into a hell yam sword, bites off the enemy’s shoulder and escapes towards the other side.

Sapa warrior retreats in a cruel hand.

Step back? Then I go.

Cheong pushes the earth with all his might.

The blue uniform hangs down, creating a long afterimage, and a blue toe emerges from the end and kicks one guy’s chin.

Since it resembles Na Yang-gyeol’s method of drawing, Cheong sees it and imitates it brilliantly.

Sapa Musa is floating in half a sheet.

Since the cervical spine immediately gave in to the toe kicking the chin vertically, the head could not have touched the back, and death was instantaneous.

With his left and right feet in a straight line and his upper foot raised above his head, he stepped on the ground and Quang Cheong’s new form disappeared in an instant.

The ground disappears and the trampled green rises into the sky.

The left arm flies and pulls a sheet into the sky.

Cheong, who twists his body as if lying in the sky like a dolphin, gently pushes his left arm.

Duuuung… … !

The loud sound of the temple bell sends vibrations through the body, a huge amount of internal energy is released at once, and a group of Sapa warriors suddenly disappear.

Three pieces of crushed bone and flesh fill in the Tathagata’s handprint left on the earth.

It’s as if the palm of your hand has swatted away a fly.

Suddenly, all eyes turn to the majestic sound of a bell ringing across the battlefield.

“Cheonhwageom! “It’s the Heavenly Fire Sword!”

Cheong, which flew up with the reaction of the Tathagata kidney, lands on the ground in the graceful form of Wolnyeosanbo.

Towards the middle of enemy territory.

Moonju Kang Su-yang suddenly came to his senses.

He said he would lead unidentified masters from the Wangbu to attack the rear, but did not say he would jump into the enemy camp at all.

So why?

The greater the commotion in the rear, the more confusion there will be in the front lines.

Even though there was no need to attract such a large amount of attention, I was willing to put my life on the scale because I was able to attract attention with the Tathagata Kidney.

Something hot surges somewhere in Kang Soo-yang’s chest.

“The Heavenly Fire Sword is over there! The late Jisoo, the leader of the political faction, is surrounded by enemies! “Are you going to just watch our seniors?!”

To Kang Su-yang’s shout, the disciples of Gyerim and Jangsan ran in response with shouts.

This means that the leading Yeombang warriors and members of the Black Wolves began to hesitate and retreat.

Cheong was just excited by himself.

So I thought Cheongdo was a disaster.

Because I could tell from the airflow back and forth that there were only enemies.

No matter how extreme (omitted) it may be, you can’t film a matchless performance alone between the occasional climax of a first-class banquet.

However, he could not come to his senses yet as his enemies fell from the sky.

Cheong brings out the chill in Bingbaek.

The dragon’s head, which suddenly protrudes from the shoulder, wraps around the left arm and heads toward the hand, making a crunching sound of ice.

And the moment the translucent ice dragon reached its destination, Cheong’s palm also reached Sapa Musa’s chest.

In an instant, all the ribs are broken, the heart bursts, and an amazing meeting of the chest skin and back skin takes place.

This is the mighty majesty of Bing Bai Xinjiang!

It is unclear where on earth there is a point in claiming ice in this violent destruction.

Since frost fell on the corpse in an instant, the Ice White God Ball could be a martial art that cools the corpse quickly.

A gap!

I. I’ll just leave.

The Sapa warriors did not have the presence of mind to throw the pink sword, so Cheong took advantage of the opportunity to hit the ground.

The first step hits the enemy’s shoulder, the second step hits the enemy’s head, and the third step hits the enemy’s worst step!

Sapa Musa’s head bursts out in all directions without a shape, crossing the air like an arrow fired by Cheong’s body.

Meanwhile, Gyeon-no screams pitifully.

“miss! “No!”

Without any time to stop them, Cheong quickly entered the enemy lines and flew into the sky, disappearing into the middle of the enemies far away.

“Damn it, Chang! “Good luck!”

“I know!”

The two skillfully match their steps and get down on one knee.

With an agility unbecoming of his old body, the dog circling and climbing onto his palms on his knees, the two supreme masters raised their bodies with all their might and fired at the old man.

Human dialysis, so to speak.

It’s a dog that was shot at a sharp angle.

“Babe!”

It is as if the heartbreaking cries of a traveler looking for a granddaughter are heard on its tail.

Then, the moment of reuniting with the young lady he had been desperately looking for came, and through an emergency escape, Cheong, who was being shot backwards again, made eye contact in the air.

At the moment when their eyes meet, the two old and young people slowly pass by and talk through their gaze as if time has stopped.

‘miss? ‘Why are you here, where are you going?’

‘Eh. Gyeonno? Where are you going? ‘It’s enemy territory there?’

“Baby!”

A cry with the same words but different emotions quickly moves away from behind Cheong.

Tak, Cheong returns to the rear and sees the window woman and the gnat looking at him with a puzzled expression.

what? Is it a structure where the lady comes back when the dog paddles away? What kind of harmony is this?

Cheong snorts at that.

“No, Grandpa Gyeon is like that, no matter how much of a Hwagyeong expert he is. What should I do if he just runs away like that? I was so excited that I flew around. “What are you doing? I have to go get it quickly.”

—-

If you get on a running horse, you cannot get off without permission.

King Susiqin had already given up his sons, including the great general, so he was destined to run to the end since he had already given up.

So, I decided to follow my younger brother’s advice.

Maybe try using some martial arts people.

In fact, even if he did not listen to the advice, King Susichin also gained great enlightenment after seeing King Deokhyeonchin, who was led by Gosu, swarming and threatening him.

I thought that an army far away would not be able to stop the martial people nearby.

But it’s true.

Since they are all robbers with the same sword anyway, is there any need to distinguish between political factions and anti-partisan factions?

Thus, King Su Shiqin summoned the officials and heard everything they knew about the Wulin factions in Guangxi Province.

One may wonder whether the king does not know about the ecology of the martial arts world, which even the author’s humble porter knows.

However, in reality, high officials, martial people, and civilians do not really know each other.

For example, people who are not martial arts believe that the conduit of the righteous sect always sits cross-legged under a waterfall and walks the path of self-discipline every day through some mysterious and amazing training, like that of a detached expert.

However, the disciples of the old school also crowd around among themselves and play childish pranks, and when someone talks dirty, their eyes widen and their ears perk up.

Those who were born as warriors or the children of wealthy scholar families do not know the lives of the common people.

I don’t even know why you’re walking around wearing a smelly, greasy blanket, why? Don’t you have any clothes? Why don’t you wash it?

I don’t even know if I’m eating lumpy, steamed grains that don’t even look like a meal, or eating them on the street, and why? If you don’t have grain, can’t you just eat meat?

Since I don’t know where the gold and silver came from in the first place to make a living, I guess I should just eat the land like the animals in the mountains and fields.

And those who are not officials think that officials do nothing.

They just sit there and take bribes, and sometimes they massage the breasts of courtesans while receiving luxurious entertainment at some place.

Of course, this is true.

So, this is the officials’ assessment.

“The so-called Jeong Sect are stiff-necked and arrogant beasts that do not know how to bow down. “They don’t know how to bow their heads even in front of government officials.”

“They even interfere with the official’s work.”

“They are very ruthless people who dare to rule on the law of the land against civilians, and then even catch and kill them.”

“They are bad guys who dare to embezzle the country’s taxes.”

The evaluations of political factions are poor.

Compared to that?

“They say they are Safa, but aren’t they actually people who know what loyalty is?”

“Even though they are called martial people, if you look at officials, they are people who run out barefoot, show courtesy, and cooperate with the affairs of the country.”

“They collect tax revenue on behalf of officials, so in counties where large schools are located, the work of officials is much more comfortable, so they are an admirable group.”

Surprisingly, the evaluation of Sapa Bangpas is high.

So King Su Shiqin thought.

Then wouldn’t it be better to use the Safa guys?

He listens well and is loyal.

If you have several records of helping the government with work, wouldn’t you be eligible for a quasi-management experience?

The person who rescued King Su Shiqin from the quagmire was surprisingly a scarecrow, Baozheng Master of Guangxi Province.

“Use the right faction unmanned.”

“Why?”

“The Sapa bastards bribed officials, so wouldn’t they be evaluated favorably? But is there anything in this world that doesn’t cost anything? “As much as paying bribes is to hide your dirty side, there is no reason for your highness to pick up a dirty knife.”

This was the advice of Pojeongsa, who handed over duties to the king and lived very comfortably on the back of his prestige.

Of course, that comfortable life was not free, so he ended up becoming a traitor in return, so Pojeongsa’s words were filled with earnest sincerity.

“okay. You’re right. The sages also said that medicine that is good for the body is bitter in the mouth, and loyalists are like thorns in the mouth. “I’m glad I have a loyalist by my side.”

“I am in ruin.”

Master Bao bowed his head deeply.

Of course, Baojeongsa’s words were not said out of agonizing loyalty, and since he had already become a traitor, even if he was fired from Baojeongsa, it could be said that he seized the decisive moment to remain a loyal subject of the king.

“Now that I think about it, I heard downtown Namnyeong is buzzing these days, right? I heard it was a fight between the martial arts people, so I didn’t pay any attention to it. “If you show them grace in times like this, won’t they return to loyalty?”

“I will call the Anchalsa and the Commander-in-Chief.”