Shaolin (6)

 

It was a surprise attack at dawn, but Shaolin disciples were waiting in front of the mountain gate.

Even though it could be said that the attack had failed, the killers who came to Shaolin did not feel panicked at all.

In the first place, emotions were emasculated, and the feeling of surprise seemed to be nonexistent.

By the time the monks began to enter the Shaolin one after another through the mountain gate, dozens of monks confronted the Shaolin monks.

"Hit·"

A man dressed in a night suit moved as soon as the horse fell.

It was a bizarre sight.

It was clear that the black-robes were moving, but there was not a single sound.

They moved in the darkness of the night and in the shadows of torches and lanterns lit by the Shaolin monks.

It moved without a sound, and its appearance appeared and faded in a whitish way, almost as if it were in vain.

"You're a trick ...

Hyedam suddenly returned to her usual emotionless face and screamed at Woosu.

From his hands exuded the essence of Shaolin that he had quietly built up over the past few decades.

A huge scarlet flame with a mixture of Shaolin's characteristic taboo and the Keeper of the Sun began to devour the killers who approached it with stealth.

But even in the horrible pain of the flames burning their flesh, the killers did not let out any groans.

Despite the uncomfortable sight of burning a human-shaped person, Hyedam spoke in a blunt tone.

"Spread the Nahanjin!"

Before his command, as the head of the Hundred and Eight Nahans, was given, six groups of eighteen each, each of which began to come together to form a great system.

Among the myriad true laws that existed throughout Wulin, there were also countless true laws that were unfolded by human movements.

One hundred and eight people, the largest number among them, create the best true system in the Middle Plains.

The killers rushing into the Hundred Eights were like moths flying in search of a place to die.

Boom!

Everywhere there is a noise of punches, foot sticks, crushing flesh and muscle, and smashing bones.

Like a giant swamp, he would violently crush the approaching waters.

"Ugh..."

For the first time, the Shaolin scriptures echoed with groans.

But it wasn't the moans of the killers.

While the killers are dying, Before I knew it, one of the killers, who had completely hid himself in the darkness, had plunged a sword into the side of one of the hundred and eight men.

And it was the same one that had first instructed the other sprayers to attack.

"I'll deal with him myself..."

Hyedam, who had been directing the movement of the Hundred Eight-Eight-Hearted Han, said so and threw himself away.

He had noticed that the slaughterer's skills were different from the others.

* * *

It wasn't just the Hundred and Eight Nahan who was battling the killers.

Whoops!

Breaking the face of the killer who had approached in the darkness with a single ticket, Mu Qing took a deep breath and looked around.

Instead of going to Mu Jin's aid, Mu Qing chose to stay in Shaolin and wait for the killers of the salmak.

It was partly to avenge Hye-kwan, but also because it was hard to imagine Mujin being beaten.

"As long as I was guarding myself, I was also a Buddhist."

He wasn't a monster unless he was devoured by murder.

Whoops!

He was battling the urge that was simmering within him, even as he was giving the killer his death.

I wanted to run out right now, dig into the middle of the killers, and slaughter them all, but somehow I managed to stay calm.

'Hmm?'

And thanks to his calmness, he was able to realize an important fact.

Countless killers who are sucked into the Hundred Eights and Dead like moths.

There were those who took advantage of their shadows to pass through the Hundred Eight Inner Han Town and head into the Shaolin.

He had already encountered the killers of Salmak many times and had become accustomed to their stealth techniques.

"You're aiming for the back!"

When Mu Qing realized their purpose, he was stunned inside.

Of course, if you pass by the Hundred Eight Monks and go inside, you will see countless halls boasting the tradition of Shaolin and the Dharma Sutra.

And he would be able to target the monks who hadn't left Shaolin.

However, for the few who were going to go inside, dozens and hundreds of waters were being sliced into the Hundred and Eight Thousand Towns.

Those killers who casually threw away their lives, and those who gave such orders, were incomprehensible to the higher echelons and martial policemen.

But now was not the time to be surprised by their insaneness.

"The sprayers are going inward!"

After informing the Hundred and Eight Monks of the situation, Mu Qing turned around and chased after the killers who had dug inside.

He didn't belong to the Hundred Eight Nahan anyway, so it was a possible decision because moving alone wouldn't affect Jin Rice.

Immediately after the move of the Hana Muqing, there was no significant change in the Hundred Eight Days.

"There are disciples inside, so clean up here first, and then finish off those who have dug inside!"

It was because of the decision of Hye-seung, a great disciple who was in charge of the Baekpal Nahanjin in place of Hye-dam.

And, as Hye-seung said, there were still Buddhist monks in the Shaolin.

"Hah!"

By the time the martial police chased the killers to the inside. The monks inside also came out of the hall and began to battle the killers.

Whoops!

Surprisingly, the monks who did not belong to the Hundred Eight Monks were also dealing with the Killers without difficulty.

It is a Shaolin called the Taishanbei of Wulin. It may seem like a no-brainer, but it didn't have to be.

"How dare you!"

The first thing that caught his eye was the stocky bodies of the martial monks who moved violently and revealed themselves through the law.

It's been nearly a decade since Mujin spread strength training to Shaolin.

Now, there was not a disciple left in Shaolin who neglected the iron work.

On top of that, the energy emitted by the monks was also overwhelming the killers.

The huge amount of money that Shaolin made while working with the Heavenly Streams·

Shaolin devoted more than half of his life to saving sentient beings, but he also steadily purchased medicinal materials.

Under the pretext of cultivating the power of Shaolin in order to save sentient beings more vigorously.

As a result, Shaolin today is incomparably stronger than it was a decade ago.

He was learning the same Shaolin martial arts, but thanks to Mujin's iron skills, he developed the outer technique efficiently.

With the profits from Mujin's rehabilitation treatment, he has been mass-producing summoning teams to improve the disciples' inner strength.

"Shaolin is a place where the unauthorized cannot enter!"

A member of the Sapai Seven Clan, which is considered to be on a par with the Five Great Se Family. One after another, the killers of Salmak were being defeated by the Shaolin Monks.

Of course, the organs of the killers were not a head-on confrontation, but a covert attack.

The Shaolin disciples were better than the monks, but they were at a loss because they couldn't find their proper location.

There were even some warriors who couldn't dodge the first attack from the darkness and got hurt.

Seeing this, Mu Kyung realized what he had to do.

Dozens of golden water droplets formed around the body of the martial arts that had been lifted up, and they spread out in all directions.

But this was not to attack the killers.

"There it is!"

Wherever the water droplets sent by the martial arts were directed, the killers were hiding in the darkness.

As the Shaolin disciples rushed towards the place where the golden cow sent by Mu Qing was staying, it wasn't long before the sound of metal and blows rang out one after another.

Moving dozens of water droplets in different ways to signal the location of the killers, Mu Kyung looked at the battlefield with calm eyes.

Nope· I tried to stay calm.

'Calm down· Calm down· The four hundred of you are enough to deal with them! All I have to do is tell you where I am!'

Moving dozens of water droplets, the sprinklers show you where they are hiding.

If he goes berserk and goes out of his way to kill the killers, he will be able to kill a lot of them, but...

"Then everyone is in danger of being attacked by the killers."

It would be more helpful to tell the enemy where he was than to go out on his own.

Just as Mu Qing thought, the golden drops of water that Mu Qing scattered in the air pointed the way for the monks to go.

And often, when the inexperienced monks are in danger of falling victim to the tactics of the Six Warriors, who have ignored the lives of the killers.

Visor!!

The droplets of water that showed the way also prevented the attack of the water.

"Drive out those who have defiled the temple!"

The monks, aided by the martial arts, began to push the killers away in earnest.

* * *

The man in black who had first given instructions to the killers was now hiding in the darkness, wandering among the hundred and eighths.

Unlike other killers who were caught up in the air waves emanating from the Hundred Eight Nahan Town and were discovered, he was moving his body as if it were his home.

It was a matter of course. He was the second highest level of assassination after Salmak, who was called the Salmak King.

His martial arts skills may not be as good as those of other masters, but he had reached a point where he could hide under the bright daylight sun with his stealth alone.

Spatula!

He pinned Sodo to the side of one of the Hundred Eight-Eighters' monks, and immediately after that, he hid himself again.

"Yes inooooom!!

He saw a proud man who had left the camp to chase him.

"It's called the Kumgang Kidney, but the death of the four brothers seems unbearable."

The excited Hyedam was going crazy.

Excited by the fact that Bumakju continued to injure or kill the monks of the Hundred Eight Nahan, and hid himself, Hyedam made a defensive move by crushing the heads of the foot killers in sight.

In fact, there were faint wounds all over his body as he ignorantly stretched out his kidneys.

These were the wounds of ignoring defense and attacking against a much lower-level killer.

However, there was no emotion in the eyes of the vice makju who looked at the excited Hyedam.

He, too, had been emasculated by a training that bordered on torture, and he did not know the emotion of ridicule.

However·

"I can kill you now."

He was just making a sober judgment.

If the author, who is the head of the Baekpalnahan clan, dies, the Baekpalnahan will also be shaken.

If you were that excited, now was your chance to kill him.

Bang!!!

The moment Hye-dam unfolds her kidneys and the head of the killer who was struck by the sun explodes.

Pot!

The assistant magistrate, who was waiting for an opportunity, shouted at Hyedam's side.

It was an amazing sight. Even as he screamed, he was still assimilated into the darkness.

All you can see is the whitish shadow of the charcoal-blackened Sodo.

And the moment that Sodo digs into Hyedam's side...

“····”

He realized belatedly that something was wrong.

Hyedam, who had been stabbed in the side by his own sword, was looking down at him.

Unlike the screaming and slaughtering of the killers.

With a nonchalant face·

"You've been there..."

Even as Sodo lay on his side, Hyedam muttered nonchalantly and let out a shout.

Bumakju hurriedly threw himself away, but Hyedam's attack was a little faster.

Kwow!!

Immediately after the wrong sound rang out. He realized that he had moved much shorter than he had intended to do.

And then the sensation that I have become so accustomed to thanks to torture. The pain came.

"You have both broken legs and you don't moan."

As Hyedam looked down at herself, she looked at her lower body.

There was a sense that Hye-dam was expressed in a slightly simplified way.

His leg was more of a burst than a break.

Blood was dripping from his bones, his misshapen and twisted legs.

Realizing that there was no point in performing stealth because of the blood, Bumakju took out the memorization from his bosom and threw it at Hyedam one after another.

Visor!

However, Hyedam smacked it out with a sullen expression and approached the buttress.

‘··· Are they of the same kind?'

Suddenly, the idea came to mind.

It was because Hyedam's face looked so indifferent as she approached to kill him.

"Atonement for your sins in hell..."

The moment Hye-dam screams out the last chapter that is just around the corner.

I realized that the sub-curtain was ... That was his delusion.

Hyedam's eyes reflected the sight of her body being scorched by the flames of the Nyorai Kidney.

And beyond those eyes, he felt an emotion he could never empathize with.

* * *

Immediately after dealing with the most annoying killer bastard·

Hyedam, who had been looking down at the scorching water, immediately turned her gaze to check her wounds.

"Is it poison ...

All the weapons used by the shooters were poisoned.

The blood dripping down his side, which had been pierced by the killer a moment ago, was turning black.

However, Hyedam still had a nonchalant expression on his face, and he managed to push the poison away.

After completing the simple first aid, Hyedam exclaimed with a grandiose heart.

"Open the Killing Realm! I will carry all the sinful deeds, so kill and destroy all the uninvited guests who enter Shaolin!"

Hye-dam, who spoke at length uncharacteristically, didn't seem to care about injuries.

Again he threw himself at the killers.