Noh Gang Ho (1)

 

Ever since he found out that the killer who had injured the Shaolin elders was a killer, he thought.

I want to tear it apart with my own hands and kill it.

In a way, Hye-kwan's death was caused by him.

Just because they found out about their home base, they sent countless killers to carry out endless raids.

Since Hye-kwan died because of the author, he felt that he had to tear the author to death in order to appease Hye-kwan's soul.

But no matter how much I tried to raise my senses, I couldn't find the aura of the killer.

"Uhhh

Meanwhile, one of the officers was once again hit by a man and was seriously injured.

It wasn't just a matter of being beaten by him.

With three serious casualties, the battle was getting more and more unfavorable.

The other Shaolin disciples were also getting dizzy as they dealt with the killers.

It wasn't just because the numbers were down.

He couldn't read his movements, and he didn't know where he was going to attack him, so he couldn't make a bold move.

Whoops!

Meanwhile, he crushed the head of one of the killers and splashed blood on his face.

The urge to kill and tear apart all the killers in this place, including the Murder Liquor, was constantly rising.

That's why he bit his tongue hard.

It may be fishy to some, but somehow the sweet scent of blood and the intense pain that came with it made Mu Kyung feel clearer.

Maybe it's because I've regained my coolness. Mu Qing could think of one move.

'Can I do it?'

I thought about it, but it was a dangerous move in many ways.

If you make the slightest mistake, you won't be able to catch him, but you may be in danger to your allies.

However, after shaking his head once, Mu Qing regained his composure and sent a message to Mu Jin.

And seeing Mu Jin nod, Mu Qing pulled out the remaining internal air in the hall as soon as he could.

The enormous air that spurted outward through his entire body blood canal quickly began to produce droplets.

Although Mu Kyung's inner attack was more than that of his peers, it was not overflowing enough to unleash the Golden Divine Gong to his heart's content.

That's why in the last battle, he had to use all his strength to unleash the Heavenly Blood Absorption Technique.

But he didn't want to make the same mistake this time.

"Tie him up. If you make that far, Mujin will finish it off after that."

The number that Mu Qing came up with was a way to think because he believed in Mu Jin.

After stripping the inner air, Mu Qing succeeded in creating more than a hundred golden water droplets.

Compared to the usual twenty or so to save the interior, it was a huge number.

Maybe it's because countless golden drops of water are wrapped around the shrine. Even the killers of Salmak could not easily attack Mu Qing.

That being said...

Spatula ·

“컥····”

It meant that he was aiming for another Shaolin victory.

And the moment when Salmakju screamed Sodo for the attack.

Shoot!!

The myriad of golden cattle created by the martial arts flew at once towards the place where Sodo had appeared.

However, before the golden rain arrived, the sodo disappeared again.

And Mu Kyung was also expecting this far.

"From now on, it's real..."

Immediately after the Golden Fellows arrived at the location where the bastard's sodo had been revealed.

Fang!!

They spread all over the place at once.

It's like a modern grenade exploding, sending a lot of dust and debris flying around.

From where it was, the golden cows spread out in all directions.

If you're hiding, you can attack them from all directions and make them reveal where they're hiding.

That was the conclusion that Mu Kyung had reached.

However, there was a big problem with this method.

There were not only slaughterhouses and sprays.

The priest who was injured and collapsed after being attacked by the bastard, and the three Shaolin monks who were fighting the killers around him.

Bang!!

On top of that, Mujin, who believed in the martial arts and flew towards it.

All of them were in the blast range that Mu Qing had spread the golden rain.

And what followed was a grotesque sight.

Some of the golden cattle that spread out in a straight line began to take a very slight turn.

They were all golden cows who had flown towards the Shaolin disciples in the vicinity.

Countless golden cows that would normally have hit their bodies directly swerved their paths and skimmed past their bodies.

It was a surprise.

It would be difficult to make it happen with the wooden dolls that were still there, but now everyone was fighting a battle.

Based on the movements and circumstances of the Shaolin disciples who were there, Mu Qing predicted how they would move, and manipulated all the golden cattle in detail.

As he had to predict the movements of the Shaolin elders and manipulate countless golden cows, he entered a state of intense concentration, and felt his brain burning.

Juruk·

While the brain was overloaded and the mucus dripped from the nose of the unsuspecting man.

"I'm glad it's still inexhaustible."

Mu Kyung had such a thought in mind.

That's because the golden cows that flew towards Mujin didn't need to be manipulated.

Pava Ba Ba Bach!

The five gold balls collided with Mu Jin's gold balls, creating a violent noise, but Mu Kyung didn't care.

This was because he was sure that Mujin would not be hurt by his golden rain.

And the number of gambles that the martial arts played while operating an unreasonable internal attack shone brightly.

One of the spaces where countless golden rains have hit·

Visor!

Out of thin air, where nothing could be seen, Sodo jumped out of thin air and struck out the golden cow that flew towards it.

Of course, the sodo that struck out the golden cow vanished into thin air again in an instant.

"Gotcha!! You son of a!!"

Before I knew it, Mujin was swinging his fist at me.

* * *

When Wu Qing first produced a huge number of gold cattle.

Mu Jin didn't know what the hell Mu Qing had come up with.

However, Mujin, who decided to believe in Mu Kyung, entrusted the private residence where he was standing guard to Mu Gong and began preparations.

Spatula!

And the moment when the great disciple fell to the bastard's sword...

At the same time that Mu Qing sent the golden cows to shoot, Mu Jin also flew into it.

And at the scene that followed, Mu Jin involuntarily cursed inwardly.

'You crazy bastard!!'

It didn't mean anything like the usual teasing "madman."

In fact, that method was also what Mujin had in mind.

The problem was that he gave up because he could be swept away by his allies.

Mu Jin wondered if Mu Kyung's revenge had turned his attention to revenge.

The scene that followed was beyond Mujin's expectations.

‘··· Crazy bastard·'

In the midst of the countless golden cattle spreading, they were moving precisely to avoid the Shaolin Monks.

The use of such detailed qi was an overwhelming realm of talent that Mu Jin could not reach even if he cultivated for decades to come.

It was strange that the golden woo flying towards him was not going off course at all.

As Mu Qing had expected, Mu Jin ignored the shards of the Golden Cow and broke through.

Immediately after that·

I could see the sword it was using pop out of thin air, striking out the golden cow.

Ting!

Mujin sprinkled a wide wave of the White Treasure Priesthood, taking over the protrusion of the bastard's sword and pounced on it.

Spatula!

Again the cow popped out of thin air and cut it off very lightly.

"Hmph..."

Mujin had already arrived at Sodo's doorstep.

A bizarre sight of only the blackened blade floating in the air·

The back of the sword, which to some might look like a swordsmanship,

Mujin shouted at the salmakju who was holding Sodo.

Wheeek!

Surprisingly, this time, instead of disappearing into thin air, Sodo moved towards Mujin's fist flying forward.

It was a trick to cut off his hand with a fist, as he could cut through Mujin's skin like a sheet of paper.

However, the regime was a sham.

Mujin, who had reached the point where he had mastered the art of close-up punching, clutched his clenched fist and moved his palm toward Sodo.

And just before the palm of my hand was cut by the sodo. Turning in the nick of time, the back of Sodo·

He succeeded in grabbing the hand of the salmakju who was holding the handle of the invisible sword.

Mujin's palm was lightly cut by the sharp sword of the one who performed the dangerous trick.

Naturally, poisoned black blood flowed from Mujin's palms, but Mujin felt that it was a good thing.

The blood flowed from his hands, staining the back of his hand dark red.

Mujin wasted no time in tugging at the hand of the one he had grabbed.

Thanks to the immense force that humans dare not resist, the invisible body has been pulled forward...

What greeted the body of the one who approached him was the one that Mujin shouted with the other hand.

Bang!!!!

There was a horrible explosion in the air, and blood erupted from the air.

And immediately after that·

The space that had appeared to be empty was blurred to reveal a man dressed in a black barbaric suit.

It was a horrible sight.

There was a huge hole in his side, dripping blood and guts.

'Awful bastard...'

Mu Jin frowned as he stared at the unsurviving flesh with a huge hole in his side.

Not only was his side, but his right arm and shoulder were also half-torn apart.

It wasn't torn by the force Mu Jin pulled.

The moment he was grabbed by Mujin's right hand· He was about to cut off his right shoulder.

This was evidenced by the sharp blade of his left hand, half-tucked into his right shoulder.

'It's not some kind of salamander...'

If he had been a little too late to pull it down and attack him, he would have missed it again.

But that's just an if.

He moved his left hand, which had been slicing off his right shoulder, even as his side was punctured, and Mujin threw his fist into the vicious attack.

Kwow!!

I don't know if it's a nasty cow Bumping into Mujin's fist with a normal Mujin blade was no different than slashing a piece of metal.

Mujin shouted the last of his hands at the head of Salmakju, whose bones were shattered and twisted into a misshapen shape.

* * *

The battle after dealing with the killer was not too difficult.

It wasn't that it was easy. It's just that it's easier than when there was a salmakju.

There were four who had already been knocked down by the Killers, and four who had been prevented from fighting to heal them and defend them.

Nearly half of the power has been lost, and everyone is already exhausted.

The Shaolin monks really managed to clear up the remaining waters without any deaths.

There were no deaths, but none of the Shaolin monks who came here were not injured.

Immediately after the last sprinkling treatment·

The Shaolin monks are guarded by some of them, just in case, and the rest are each covered with golden spear medicine and bandaged.

He took the antidote pill and took the food to expel the residual poison in his body.

When they are taking turns treating and defending each other and continuing their recovery.

Mujin also gave himself first aid and stood up.

"Phew..."

Mu Jin took a deep breath at the sharp pain in his chest and palms, and turned his head to look at Mu Qing.

“··· Are you okay?"

Mujin asked in an uncharacteristically awkward tone.

"Well... I don't know· I thought it would be cool after I got my revenge, but it's kind of empty."

Mu Qing, who looked tired from the hard battle, let out a faint sigh.

Sometimes, some people say that revenge is just revenge, and that you become the same guy as your opponent.

Revenge is a good thing. It's the same for the person who you. Or maybe he should give him a bigger, Mujin thought.

If there's one thing that no revenge can satisfy...

There was revenge for the murder.

Even if you take revenge, those who have already died will not come back.

But·

"But I think I'm a little more comfortable..."

Rather than holding the grudge and groaning in it, it would be better to seek revenge to relieve a little of the poison in his heart.

And it wasn't just a story of martial arts.

Nothing but a martial arts and a martial arts · All the other Shaolin monks had finished their treatment and each had a complicated face.

Some rolled prayer beads and chanted.

Maybe he was reliving his memories of Hyekwan.

It was a bizarre sight.

With only twenty or so men, they cleared the stronghold of one of the great powers, Salmak, and slain the Lord of Salmak, who was called the Seven Kings.

Instead of rejoicing in the accomplishments of the cause, they were longing for the departed.