If you are a true apostle, you should not have any hesitation in retreating.

This is because retreat is nothing more than an act of promising the next time, a passion to endure the ridicule of the present and gain strength again to take revenge.

So this is absolutely not a run away or flight.

It is not a matter of turning your back on the enemy and running away, but a hopeful march towards a better future!

“retreat! Retreat!”

“It’s a signal to retreat! let’s go!”

“Everyone spread out and gather in the fire room!”

The difference between the two white-level combat groups of the Baekungdan, the White Tigers, and the black-level combat group of the Black Woongdan, is revealed here.

Unlike the Black Wolves who panicked when they were caught by the enemy, not knowing what to do, the White Battle Team said, ‘Oh, I was waiting! charge! The opposite of the front!’ And it immediately spreads out in all directions.

“The enemy is running away! Catch and kill! “If you let them live, they will be a source of trouble for a long time!”

Kang Soo-yang also knows this trait of Sapa and his pettiness that never forgets his grudges, so he immediately shouts and announces the situation.

“Wow!!”

The spirit of the political faction’s warriors was greatly revived.

It goes without saying, but if you have to cut someone with a knife, it is much easier to deal with them from behind than from the front.

This is because human eyes cannot see behind the back, and joints cannot use force behind the back.

So all you have to do is stab it without worrying about a counterattack.

A strange glow spreads from Cheong’s pupils.

At first glance, it is red, but if you look closely, it is red but blue, a green fire, the color of twisted blood, a beach hilled with the corpses of thousands and millions of fish, and the dead luster of the eyes of a dead fish looking up blankly at the sky.

Unlike the ugly eyes, the wide open mouth has neatly white teeth.

So I cut, and cut again. oh. Where are you running away?

Then, suddenly, Cheong thinks that the back of the fleeing sapa warrior, with his back turned, is very familiar.

Suddenly, Cheong was standing somewhere.

In a world drawn only with black and white outlines, is this a market? The familiar sight of an old woman standing proudly on spilled vegetables and an old woman crying while waving her arms and legs. Better kill me, kill me, you bastard. How can it be like this without a mother or father?

Then, filled with anger, the sheath violently strikes the old woman’s head.

An old body falling down among the scattered vegetables, the blood flowing from the head in a black and white world is the only thing that is vividly red.

The red blood touches the market floor and moves in strange movements, splitting, bending, bending, meeting and crossing, until it finally takes the shape of letters that people call numbers.

One hundred and seventy-two.

The back of the head underneath, the back of the head running away, somehow looked very familiar. Because it’s familiar.

“Huh.”

Cheong tilts his head to the side, feeling a vague sense of déjà vu.

Why do I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere before?

Well, the backs of the kids bouncing around are all there. Because you can’t see the face of the guy running away.

Cheong swings his sword sharply.

The blade enters the outside of the thigh and exits the outside of the thigh.

The legless torso of the old woman, or rather the Sapa warrior, rolls on the floor.

Cheong pauses again.

what? Did something just pass by?

However, even if I try to remember it, it just leaves an unpleasant and confusing aftertaste, like a dream that has already passed, like I know I dreamed but I can’t remember the content.

Something… … Cheong stretches out her mind to catch her dream.

Yeah, I’m sure there was a scene that I saw, and it was-

-Beep beep! Beep beep!

At that moment, the sound of a family register loudly struck my ears!

Some things that were trying to be captured suddenly disappear into a flurry of foam, and a fire flashes in the corner of Cheong’s eyes! It spreads big.

“What kind of bastard.”

The Qing Dynasty is very, very disappointed with the type of signal flute.

Dare to play the flute in sacred battle?

If you’re going to blow it, blow it well!

Noise between floors! I can never forgive you!

So Cheong suddenly speeds up.

“miss!”

The window woman screams desperately and tries to chase after her, but the gnat grabs her by the tail and stops her.

“You bastard, how dare you take a woman’s hair-”

“I’ll send it to you. They’re all running away anyway, so there’s no danger. “I’ll let you enjoy it.”

“What are you talking about? What do you enjoy? What kind of mama would talk like she’s a murderer who delights in cutting people down? “It’s reaching Yeonpa?”

“Kite wave, no, that’s enough. Even though you are a woman, you are really smart, ugh. done. “Don’t say anything.”

The gnat shakes its head.

Lady Chang’s expression becomes grim.

Either way, Cheong runs.

Since the Sapa warriors are running anyway, there is no one to stop Cheong.

However, when I saw someone standing shoulder to shoulder with me, I looked to the side and saw that it was Sapa Musa.

Well, ninety-nine points. madam. It’s one point short.

Cheong stabbed Sapa Musa’s side with the back of the handle of his sword.

I can’t forgive that bastard who leaves behind the bastard rolling on the floor and blowing loudly.

All the bastards who cheat on family registers must be killed.

And finally, Cheong’s new model stretched out for a long time and a nervous shout rang out.

“shut up! “Stop making that sound!”

Munjeong Station, who had been repeatedly sending signals to retreat, was startled by the sudden shout and raised his sword.

Kang! The blades collide and sparks fly.

“you-”

“public! In places! quietly! please!”

Kang! Kang! Kang! Kang! With each word, a spark ignites, and Munjeong Station takes a step back.

With each step he takes, Munjeong Station’s expression becomes increasingly serious.

What kind of bitch has this much power! His expression was set to block the scream that was about to come out inadvertently.

A pure trajectory without any other technique, but the power contained in it is enormous.

The more experienced a swordsman is, the more proficient he is at Saryangbal Cheongeun, or the art of gently attacking and creating an opening.

However, it is said that a horse fights a thousand pounds with four nyang, and a carriage does not change direction if you place a sword at an angle on a rolling wheel.

Either the knife breaks or the guy holding the knife gets thrown away.

If you apply the knife at an angle, the trajectory of Cheong does not bend, but Munjeong Station’s knife is pushed back.

So, why can’t we have no choice but to step back step by step and avoid it?

“for a moment! “I am Munjeong Station-”

“Munjeong? Then I’m at Beijing Station, you bastard!”

Kang! Kang! Kang!

Munjeong Station cannot understand Qing’s anger.

what? Why are you so angry? Could it be that I have unknowingly held a grudge against Heavenly Sword?

However, in the life of a warrior, resentment is bound to accumulate in unknown places.

Maybe he cut down an acquaintance of Cheonhwageom.

Of course, it was just the sound of the signal flute that led to Qing’s anger, but there is no way that even the most imaginative warrior could come up with such a reason.

“conflict! “Are you saying this to your senior in kendo?”

“Heng. Seniors are shit. Have you ever had a Sapa bastard as your senior? “Seniors are those who only want to be treated well without doing anything for them.”

“What is it?”

“Now, no question and answer dance! “Moonlight Sword, no hell, no, yes, the True Moon Sword, it’s just the True Moon!”

Cheong gave a fitting name to the gigantic kitchen knife, Jikdo, which he had become familiar with.

“Let’s go, Chamwoldo!”

Munjeong Station saw Cheong’s waist twist.

My right shoulder is strangely rounded.

The right hand holding a straight sword is clearly visible over the left shoulder, making one wonder how human joints look like that.

No matter how flexible she is, it doesn’t matter if that position is possible, the strong bitch is already ready to twist her whole body and shoot the knife.

Munjeongyeok puts his left hand on his sword and holds it out at an angle.

And, bang!! violent conflict.

“omg. “Chamwol?”

The blade suddenly broke, leaving only an inch of Chamwol (what was) above the handle.

When it comes to the Bokju First Sword, no sword is used as a weapon.

However, the Qing Dynasty’s Chamwoldo is a cheap piece made by roughly hammering cast iron by a local ironsmith.

Is it really necessary to emphasize the importance of being a new soldier in the battle between strength and strength?

Cheong shouted, filling the quarter.

“How dare you treat my beloved disease! “I cannot forgive you!”

If Chamwol had an ego, ‘What? Have you seen it? ‘A child’s disease?’ It is a voice that is asked back, and the original owner of Jikdo, who is now in the underworld, is a voice that clicks his tongue and says, ‘That is a complete robbery.’

But weapons are silent, and the dead are even more silent.

“joy! “You lost your weapon and only gained momentum!”

Munjeong Station’s eyes sparkle.

opportunity! The swordsman lost his sword, hmm? Inspection? Why is the Geomsu’s beloved Jikdo? why?

Munjeong Station’s sword tip shook slightly at the sudden question.

However, there will be no significant difference between shaking or not shaking.

Because Cheonhwageom, which had lost its weapon, reflexively tried to hold the sword with its right palm.

They say it’s a skill from heaven, but you end up in a panic with empty hands.

If you want to lose it, you have to lose your left hand. The moment when Munjeong Station smiles bitterly.

Kang!

Gang? Munjeong Station’s face became stupid.

That’s right, it’s impossible to catch a sword wielded with plenty of sword strength by the late Chojeumjeong with bare hands, even if it is surrounded by sword strength.

At that moment, Cheong’s left hand hits Munjeong Station’s abdomen.

The body of Munjeong Station flies backwards in the shape of a bisu (匕).

In Munjeong Station’s mind, why did the judge’s wrinkled face suddenly appear, with an expression of frustration and frustration that made him almost suffocate?

‘That Cheonhwageom bitch is a minority witch! It’s real! They are truly minority witches! Really! really!!’

ah.

Munjeong Station realized it too late.

No, why is that true and does it make sense?

Munjeong Station is unfair.

But there is no time to feel resentful.

The Heavenly Fire Sword is rapidly approaching.

Those pale, elongated fingers are said to be the most beautiful hands in the world.

Suddenly, the ghostly fire that shines through the cotton thread is a side effect of the cursed magic technique that those in the know call Jeonryun.

“Why is the front wheel really-”

That’s what Munjeong Station said.

This was because Munjeong Station did not have the courage to continue talking even after the blade of his hand was dug into his head.

If he had the grit to do so, he could have died while smoking a piece of paper and leisurely reminiscing about the good times, even with a piece of metal stuck in his head.

This is why people need to develop grit.

Bokju First Sword Munjeong Station. His head split open and he died.

The more elite and experienced the warrior was, the more he took the lead in running away.

I would say they are smart older brothers who survived despite throwing away their younger brothers.

However, the relief that I survived was short-lived when I felt like a wall that I could not see on the main street was writhing, but when I got closer, I realized that it was not a wall but a shield wall.

“Stop! “You vile criminals who dared to break the law and wear the military flag!”

A polearm protruded from between the shield walls.

In fact, anyone from the central plains can easily infer that there are archers lined up behind them.

Why the government officials all of a sudden?

“Nari, we are martial arts people-”

“Shut up! I heard that the Murim people are not citizens of the country! “Can’t we just throw away our weapons and kneel down now?”

“Nari, Gwan and Moorim-”

“You guys! “Open the crater!”

At the command given by the general as he cuts off the Sapamuin’s horse, the shield wall splits to the left and right, revealing the gun’s open muzzle.

The Jungwon people of this era have a habit of suddenly turning into gentle sheep in front of a gun.

That’s because thousands of extremely sharp pieces of metal will fly out of that port.

They are iron pieces of such power that it is said that two people must stand in front of them so that the third person can barely survive.

“I will kneel! “I will kneel!”

All of the Safamu people throw down their weapons and kneel on the ground.

And a beat later, the political faction’s pursuit party approaches.

It’s surprising to see those who were running away suddenly kneeling down, but what’s even more surprising is the gun muzzle with its heat radiating towards this direction.

As soon as the political faction fighters arrive, they freeze and quietly put away their knives.

“What are you!”

“We are warriors of the Gyerim Sword Sect… … ”

“ah. These are the good martial arts instructors Wangya mentioned. A group of evil people are said to be attacking the martial arts gym, so they came out to hunt you down, so now you can go home in peace.”

The expressions on the faces of the Sapamu people are sour.

Someone is a vicious sinner and someone is a good martial arts instructor!

“uh. hmm. Thank you for your hard work.”

The members of the political faction bowed their heads awkwardly.

I don’t know why the government is taking their side, but shouldn’t they first retreat from the gunfire?