Black City (1)

 

Even though Mujin came to them for them, they were still fighting each other and watching them fall apart.

Spatula ·

"Save me..."

The bandit bushes of the former Great Tiger Chae, the most unskilled of all, were being sliced into leaves in the autumn wind.

Of course, he had no sympathy for the Yankees who were greedy for other people's money.

"Oh no!!"

Suddenly, he roared and made his way to the battlefield that had been torn apart.

"How dare they do my brothers!!"

As the bandits who worshipped him were torn to shreds, Mu Gong wielded a fiery fury and began to attack the Commanders of the Northern Wind Nation.

‘··· What are you doing, that over-indulgent worm..."

Mu Jin couldn't help but smile at the ridiculous sight.

"Uki! Ukiki!"

"Lingling, good job!!"

As if this was some kind of playground, Mu Yul also began to mingle with Lingling and the Stars of the North Wind Pavilion.

"Why are you laughing and beating people?"

I hadn't felt it before, but I was wearing bandit clothes, so I didn't have any crazy people. On the side of such martial arts and ringling...

"Hahaha· With Voodoo Doe, it's like there's no end to fighting!"

The Qingshu dojo also had a smile on his face, swinging his sword like a madman.

"Let's move a little faster. Mr. Doe! If you're a Dou, you'll be able to do it!"

In the meantime, it was a clear water dojo that even cheered for the opponent to see if he had gotten used to the opponent's martial arts.

Then, what about the future blood monk martial arts who should have been a madman in the first place?

'Do you study strabismus?'

As if he were some kind of martial scholar, he was fighting against the fake Pyo Men of the North Wind Flag and coveting their exploits.

'Stop following me, you madman...'

He didn't even need to look at others like he did during the Dragon Seal Society, so he was stealing the feats of the Demon Warriors.

However, the fact that the four of them were dealing with the North Wind Flag Nationals did not mean that the situation was so relaxed.

The bandits of the Great Tiger Chae were still dying, and only the former Great Tiger Demon had managed to withstand the attack of one of the Commanders.

And the new bandits who came to attack Mujin's group...

"Hmmm· They're pretty good at it, aren't they?"

First of all, each of the ten or so bandits didn't reach the level of the North Wind Stars, but two or three of them managed to fend off one of them.

And the bearded bandit, who seemed to have reached a level similar to that of Mu Yu and Mu Yul, was alone in an equal battle with a single Emperor.

Lastly, the most brilliant bandit...

"Fan lord! What are you doing!!"

I was unilaterally pushed aside by a man who seemed to be the head of the North Wind Nation.

But that didn't mean he lacked the bandit's realm. It looked similar to the last opponent of the North Wind Pyo Guk, the head of the Jiang Yuan.

But the opponent was bad·

"After all, it's a managerial level, so it's like this..."

He looked similar to the black-haired old man he had dealt with in Xintubi last time.

In other words, if you don't hide your flaws and don't do your best, you won't be able to guarantee victory.

"I'm sorry. Chae Lord! Hang in there a little longer!"

Apparently the bearded bandit was the fan lord, so he yelled at the bandit who was dealing with the lord alone.

At first glance, it felt like a desperate voice because he couldn't help the boss.

"Hey... After all, a bandit is a bandit."

Mujin didn't miss the smile on the bearded bandit's lips.

Apparently, he was trying to get rid of the boss with a driveway murder system on this occasion.

But alas...

Pot!!

Mujin, who had taken his seat, flew in to get behind Pyo Guk-ju, who was driving the bandit leader.

It wasn't a move to save the bandit leader. It's just a choice to hide the void.

"Bloody bandits!"

Faced with a pincer attack from front to back, he let out an evil roar and swung his sword in all directions, and a frosty wind of sword qi spewed out.

Mujin swayed his body around or used his fist to parry the sword, and the bandit leader spun his two axes around as if he were playing with fire.

"Phew· Phew·"

As he used a large martial art, the gaps in Pyo Gukju's body were exposed, but Mujin didn't force himself to dig in.

"There's no way that bandit leader can help me dig in."

Mujin just keeps a distance that touches the nerves of Pyo Gukju, pretending to dig in from time to time or spew out a gut.

"I'm going to kill you!!"

The center of the battle was the bandit leader and the fake lord.

Spatula!

Naturally, the bandit leader's body was gradually getting more and more residual injuries, and Pyo Gukju, who was too concerned about Mujin to concentrate on the fight, was also injured from time to time.

'If this continues, you will eventually die of drying!'

In the end, Pyo Gukju fell for Mujin's intentions, and he came up with the idea of killing the one who was wielding two axes in front of him first.

In order to kill his opponent at once, Pyo Gukju unfolded the Holy Feast Season.

The moment when the sword of the lord of the lord of the country rushed into a huge force, and the frost wind made of the sword weapon was about to burst out.

A bandit who had been squealing behind him rushed in, but he managed to ignore it.

The number of so-called six skeletal groups·

I figured that if I killed the bandit I was dealing with first, I would be able to kill the one who was squeamishing behind me, even if I was a little injured.

Kwajik!!

“!!!”

He didn't expect that a blow that would only give him flesh would have the power to blow away his entire internal organs beyond his bones.

“컥····”

Severely injured by the blow, Pyo Gukju fell to the ground, blood pouring from his mouth.

"Huh Huu Thank you· Small Brothers·"

The bandit leader, who had been being pushed by Pyo Guk Ju for a long time, said with a gasp of breath when Mu Jin defeated Pyo Guk Ju.

"Isn't it thanks to your brother for attracting your attention?"

"Hahaha· You know what a small agent is! I got a great little brother today!!"

The bandit leader exclaimed, his face greatly moved, and he came towards Mujin with his arms wide open, as if in a hug.

Mujin also approached the bandit leader in response.

As soon as he got closer to a distance of about half a jang (1·5 m), the bandit leader's expression changed.

At the same time, the bandit leader's axe flew at Mujin.

Kwow!!

Mujin's fist had already moved and was already hitting the bandit leader's face.

"Where did you get such a despicable trick?"

I don't have anything to trust, so I wonder if I'll trust the bandit leader.

However, the others had different ideas, and everyone around them looked at Mujin with a look of "who is despicable?"

Mu Jin didn't like the look in his eyes, he exclaimed, with a grim expression.

"If you don't want to be laid, drop your weapons and get on your knees, you bastards..."

He spoke like the most bandit leader of all.

* * *

By the time I had sorted out all the marks...

Of the former Great Tiger bandits, only about a dozen survived. Of the fifty or so many, only a quarter survived.

Mujin ordered the survivors to take down the fake men and the bandits who came to attack them into the Black Void.

"So where are you from?"

"From that and from Wa Chae to Wasuda ·"

"What?"

"He and his and his waddle are Was!"

The bandit leader, his jaw shattered, cries out with tears streaming down his face from the excruciating pain that comes with every opening of his mouth.

But thanks to his harpooned jawbone, his pronunciation was too bad. Mu Jin asked the bearded fan lord who was subdued next to him.

"Hey... Rat· You can answer me..."

"I'm from the Golden King's House. Brother!"

"Why am I your brother? You look like you're three times as much as I am, don't you?"

"Hehehe... What does age have to do with a bandit! You're the best guy!"

"Oh... He's the same guy as Kang-il..."

"You have called! Voodoo!"

Before Mujin could utter the name, Kang-il, who was far away, replied loudly.

The fact that it survived while the placenta was dying out showed that they were good at dealing with life for a long time. And so is this fan.

"Oh yes... Come and see me for a minute..."

"Yes Voodoo!"

Kang-il, who jumped up quickly at Mujin's call, stood next to Mujin, taking a calm stance.

"Have you ever heard of the Golden King's Bond?"

"Yes! When the youngest was Chaeju, he boasted that he was a brother-in-law to Chaeju! Oh, come to think of it, when they came, the youngest said he was a big brother!"

Kang-il's eyes widened as if he finally understood.

The despicably ugly guy's eyes were glazed over, so I felt unlikable.

Puck·

Mujin, who slapped the back of Kang-il's head appropriately, asked.

"What are you so surprised about? Is this a place that is so famous?"

"Yes! The golden king plant is one of the ten wild plants in the green forest... But if it gets caught in the hands of the Voodoo Master, it's just a puppy for a day!"

Even when he was beaten in the back of the head, he didn't show the slightest hint of displeasure and was flattered.

"Oh... A living plant in ten fingers?"

"Hahaha· The youngest said he was bragging about it, but it really just means he's number ten."

"Anyway, it's still a mountain house with a name... Isn't it?"

"Yes! Oh boy! Come to think of it, their mountain plants are still closer to Guilin than ours. They don't know about the Guilin Black City!"

"Really? Hey· Rat-bastard·"

"Yes! Voodoo!"

"Do you know it's Guilin Black City?"

In response to Mu Jin's question, the former Golden King Fan Fan Owner really sincerely explained about Guilin Black City.

Thanks to this, the exact location and time of the opening of the Guilin Black Poem · And it was Mujin who got all the information about how many days it was held.

Other than that, I was able to get some information that wasn't very important.

After interrogating the Golden King, Mu Jin moved to interrogate the captured Pyo Guoju.

"After all, you're glad you brought the spirit pill with you..."

Knowing that torture doesn't work, Mujin was willing to feed the spirit pill to him.

I had brought a few pills from the Sichuan Tang Family, but there were not many of them, so they were like the last bastion that I couldn't use recklessly.

"That's why the Dragon Lin Temple was supposed to be handed over to the Seven Great Lords, isn't it?"

"That's right..."

"Hmmm· Do you know who the Seven Great Lords are?"

"I don't know..."

“··· So how many people hold the title of lord?"

"Seven. There is one person in the last e-e-geun, and the number of people in Haaan has increased."

"So it's supposed to be eight, but one person died, so it's seven?"

"That's right..."

Mujin gathered his thoughts in response to Pyo Kukju's answer.

"He said he didn't know what it was, but the Seven Great Lord was probably the King of Nang, right? So, is it lucky that one person died recently?'

In the end, the power of the Great Masters was on par with the Seven Kings, and it meant that there were as many as seven such men left.

But that didn't mean there were seven of them in seclusion.

The Seven Great Lords were going to go under the alias Nang Wang a few years later, so some of the preceding ones might already be called the Seven Kings.

"Do you know the name or identity of any of the remaining Seven Great Lords?"

"No, no..."

"Then who's higher than the Seven Great Lords? There's no way there are seven bosses, right?"

"I don't know..."

Hearing the question, Pyo Guoju shook his head one after another, and Mu Jin sighed.

'Crazy bastards· How much do you care about information security?"

Beyond that, the answer to most of the questions was "I don't know."

Even when asked how they communicate with the organization, they only designate a specific sect or bureau located in the next prefecture or neighboring prefecture.

Direct communication with the main team is not limited to the fact that the liaison often comes to us in person.

It seemed that the only way to do this or that was to capture the higher one and feed him the spirit wreath.

* * *

"Uhh That's why the thing that should have come to this body is now... You're missing, do you mean?"

“··· That's right."

"Is it just because of the bandits?"

“··· That's right."

"Uhh Hahahahahaha·"

At the answer of the black man who prostrated himself and replied in an emotionless tone, a middle-aged man dressed like a wild man burst into a rage.

But that laughter didn't last long.

"I think this body has to take care of itself..."

Suddenly the laughter stopped, and he grabbed the rolling Nan'ado next to him and straightened up.

"The first chance to make a name for yourself is with the grubs and the grubs in the green forest. It's really ridiculous."

There was a strong scent of blood in the island.