Raccoon Hunting (5)

 

I want you to run around the prefecture.

Mu Yule and Lingling have already found more than twenty bad guys.

However, as Mu Yul's actions were so conspicuous, his enemies couldn't help but notice his presence.

The moment you run on all fours on a roof and then throw yourself to the next roof.

"Ugh!"

"Oooh!!"

At the bundle of sword qi that flew out of the ground, Mu Yul and Lingling let out a strange scream and turned their bodies in a hurry.

It wasn't an elegant void in the air.

Mu Yul flailed his limbs frantically, as if swimming in the sky, and managed to parry or dodge a bundle of sword qi from the ground.

And as gravity knocked him to the floor, he twisted like a cat and managed to land safely on all fours.

It would have been ugly if someone else had fallen on all fours, but strangely enough, Mu Yul's posture felt so stable.

But landing safely wasn't the end of the story.

Mu Yul looked at the four black people around him and tried to shout boldly.

"Here are the bad guys!! Ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was in a hurry to dodge the attacks of the enemies who rushed at him.

They were the ones who played the most important role in this mission.

Zhang Yousan and others who can be called the middle of the heavens.

When Shaolin and shamans were scattered to protect the people of the Outer Prefecture.

After hunting them down in individual smash forms... They were the ones who decided to get out on time.

They were quite skilled in the Divine Heaven, so it wasn't easy for Mu Yul to deal with the four of them alone.

"Bad guys! Ugh! Save the man!"

"Uki! Ukiki!!"

Of course, in the midst of their desperation, they felt like they were playing with themselves instead of looking dangerous.

And that distracted act of Mu Yul shone through.

"We'll take care of it! Muyul Doe!"

The people who were nearby had heard Mu Yul's shouts and had come to visit him.

And among them was the shaman's Qingshui dojo.

The Qingshui dojo wasn't his usual fierce face. But he wasn't drunk on the sword and his eyes were rolling.

He had an air of something deep and sunken.

While wandering around the county, he found several corpses of Yang people.

The corpses of the Yang people who killed them in order to lure them from Shincheon·

Even because of the childhood memories he had recovered in Guangxi Province, Qingshu Dojo, who morbidly loathed the martial arts tormenting innocent Yang people, found it difficult to suppress the anger that was bubbling up inside him.

"Take care of the other three!"

The Qingshu dojo shouted at those who had followed Mu Yul's voice together, and then rushed at the man who exuded the most severity.

And looking at the Qingshu dojo rushing towards him, Zhang Yaoshan's eyes lit up.

He, too, knew the Qingshui dojo.

It was strange that I didn't know. Qingshu was called the Late Martial Arts Index long before now.

Now, it has been pushed aside by the Shaolin Divine Dragon, and its name value has weakened a little.

"I don't know if it's the Shaolin Divine Dragon... It's a lady dragon."

Zhang Yaoshan stretched out his days towards the Qingshui dojo that was digging towards him.

The sword in his left hand moved with the speed of light.

The shaman's emphasis was on Yu Qi, who was weak in the sword and sword.

Heavy sword, strong sword, Or maybe the Plum Blossom Sword of the Volcano Sword Sword T

However, he was much faster than his opponent, and he thought he could punch a hole in his throat before the enemy could let him go.

“!!!”

Visor!

As fast as he was, Qingshu Unleashed a straightforward sword, and Zhang Youshan's eyes instantly rippled.

After that, the two of them fought like a slaughter.

They unleashed their swords one after another, aiming only at each other's bloodletting and vital points, and each time the sound of metal echoed through the air.

It was a clear water dojo that he usually used to use the Tai Chi Sword Method to break down his opponent's stance and then finish it off with a flesh sword, but this time he didn't want to do that.

Now there was no Yang Min around him to protect, and the other party was an evil person who had no reason to be spared.

However, the opponent's skill was not easy.

The Qingshu dojo was doing his best to kill Zhang Youshan, but he couldn't overwhelm him in speed.

Visor!

In the agonizing exchange of blows, swords clashed against each other, and the sound of metal echoed.

Spatula!

The swords that couldn't touch each other were making small scratches on each other's bodies.

If he had been just a little late to turn around, he might have punched a hole in his vital point.

And funnily enough...

‘··· Are you laughing?'

The life-or-death crisis was driving the Qingshui dojo into a trance.

The Qingshu dojo's eyes were in a state of extreme concentration, and the sword of Zhang Youshan was flying slowly.

In fact, Zhang Yaoshan's sword didn't slow down. It's just that I'm immersed in the sense that the world is slowing down.

Of course, Qingshui Dojo's body was also moving slowly.

'Shall we do this?'

On the contrary, the Qingshui dojo delicately twisted the path of the sword in the slow flow of the world.

The sword of Mount Zhangyao that flies towards his heart·

Instead of colliding with each other, the sword of the Qingshui dojo grazes against it.

The sword of the blue water dojo moved back and forth like a serpent climbing a branch.

In the process, Zhang Yaoshan's sword path was slightly twisted, and it did not reach the body of the Qingshu dojo.

Spatula!

He climbed on Zhang Youshan's sword and succeeded in cutting off Zhang Youshan's index finger, which was holding the sword of the Qingshui Dojo.

It was the moment when the Qingshu dojo, which had alternated between the Tai Chi Sword Method and the Flesh Sword, had truly succeeded in unleashing the two sword techniques at once.

“····”

Like the martial artist of the Divine Heaven, Zhang Yaoshan was accustomed to suffering. So I didn't moan, but...

He knew, too.

What a serious injury it is to have your finger cut off in a confrontation between swordsmen.

And once again, Qingshu Dojo and Zhang Yaoshan competed for the sword.

Zhang Yaoshan, whose index finger was cut off, ultimately failed to cut through the Qingshui dojo's sword.

Spatula!

Take a moment to look at Zhang Youshan's corpse, which didn't even let out a groan or a scream at the moment when his throat was being cut.

Bang!!!

The clash of fierce qi from the side of the small forest beyond the outer prefecture drew the gaze of the Qingshui dojo.

* * *

Bang!!!

The Gang Qi, which was shot by Wei Jihak, and Mu Jin's impermanence clashed, causing an explosion.

And Wei Jihak used his footsteps as before, keeping his distance from Mu Jin and swinging his fists alternately.

Looking at the bundle of wind qi in the Feng Tian Meteor Realm, Mu Jin moved calmly.

It was already the fourth time that he had clashed with Wizi.

When you are chased by the Thousand Ra Ambition of the Wulin Meng· From Jongnam Mountain· And a little while ago, the clash in the outer prefecture · Lastly, until this collision·

Having dealt with Wei Zhihak's Fung Tian Meteor Realm three times, Mu Jin was now familiar with his fist method.

To be precise, he was applying what he had learned from Yunhe Jinyin in Wudang Mountain in the past.

When I went to teach the shaman monks wrist rehabilitation exercises.

Yunhe Jinyin said.

Read the movement of the enemy's body· Read the enemy's mind· If you can read the enemy's energy, you can channel your opponent's attacks at will.

Well, at the end, he told me to read the world, but it wasn't enough for Mujin to reach that far.

And Mujin had no intention of letting his opponent's attacks slip away, but that advice was very helpful anyway.

"The fourth attack is Gangi·"

Mu Jin, who had become accustomed to Wei Zhihak's martial arts, could easily figure out exactly which of the dozens of bundles of wind qi that Wei Jihak had sent out was Kangqi.

Therefore, Mujin moved like an infinity.

Spreading out the golden ball, Wei Zhihak's whirlwind rushed at him, dodging only the river he had read beforehand, and gradually closing the distance.

It was possible to break through the river with the impermanence priesthood as they had done at the beginning, but this was too wasteful.

He didn't know how much of Wi Zhihak's inner attack remained, and if he used it recklessly, he might end up in the same situation as when he was in Tianra.

The moment when Mujin, who had narrowed the distance between metallurgy, finally approached the close range of Wijihak.

Without a doubt, Wei Zhihak wielded the power of the strong.

It was a situation that was repeated many times from Jongnam Mountain.

If they were to clash with each other, Wi Zhihak would once again use the momentum to distance himself.

However, ignoring that authority and launching an attack is nothing but a farce.

No matter how advanced the gold ball ball and the jade gold ball ball are, they can't stand the river.

But it wasn't easy to dodge and counterattack.

Unfortunately, it was a fast attack, and it was difficult to dodge because it was close range, and in the first place, Mujin's footsteps were only specialized in trusting in defense and moving explosively.

It wasn't the kind of trick to dodge the opponent's attack in detail.

Apparently, just as Mu Jin had become accustomed to Wei Zhihak's martial arts, Wei Zhihak also understood Mu Jin's martial arts, so it was clear that he had made a choice.

'Split?'

There was a smile on Wei Zhihak's lips as he threw a punch at Mujin.

Maybe he took advantage of the repulsive force of the collision and bounced off. He might be thinking about running away.

But there was one thing he was wrong.

The illusion that Mujin was just rushing in ignorantly and didn't know how to use his head in the air.

Mujin was also waiting for the current situation.

Mu Jin gathered the remaining stakes of the one and a half that had been left in the hall and sent them to the spring blood on the soles of his feet.

And the huge stream of bets that started from the spring blood goes around the blood canal and overlaps repeatedly.

Originally, Mujin was the time to extend the impermanence of the priesthood. I didn't use more than one sudden attack.

His iron-like body, which he had worked so hard to cultivate over the years, could not withstand much longer.

However, Mujin ignored the limitations and managed to attack the game with the intention of winning the game at once.

Perhaps Wei Jihak's judgment about Mujin was correct. The judgment that he only knows how to rush in ignorantly.

Mujin had just decided to use his stronger powers instead of using his head as he always believed.

Squeak!!

As a result, Mu Jin had auditory hallucinations that sounded like metal echoing in his ears.

His blood that couldn't withstand the massive tidal wave of qi, and his muscles and bones that couldn't withstand the overlapping force, were screaming.

But Mujin didn't care.

His brain, which had been hardened by iron for a long time, had reached the point where he could feel the screams of his muscles as pleasure.

The moment when the enormous energy that stacked on top of each other emanated from Mujin's dominance.

The world was dyed gold·

The golden aura melted the strength of Wizi Crane like the warmth of spring melting snow.

Even then, the energy that was left to spare tore the black phosphorus armor in Wei Zhihak's hand to shreds.

“!?”

In an instant, the smile on Wei Zhihak's lips disappeared. All that's left is questions and bewilderment.

While Wi Jihak's right hand bursts out with the Black Lintuga,

Mu Jin ignored the screams of his muscles and bones and hugged Wei Zhihak's sides with his arms.

Wei Jihak unknowingly tried to swing his right at Mujin's face, which hugged his body.

It was hard to accomplish anything with his already burst right hand.

And it wasn't until later that Wei Jihak tried to move his left hand.

“!?”

Before I knew it, the world had been turned upside down.

Bang!!!!

Mujin, who had used his last strength to stab Wei Jihak's body to the ground with a lifter, let out a deep moan.

"Ugh... It's just..."

His head was crushed to the ground by the force, and he slumped down next to the corpse of Wei Jihak, whose brain water and blood flowed out.

"What's wrong?"

Before I knew it, Mu Qing, who had taken care of all three of the escorts, approached me with a puzzled face and asked.

"I feel like every inch of my muscle has been ripped off. I don't even have the strength to lift a finger..."

Saying that, Mu Jin raised his arm slightly and showed it.

As Mujin said, each of his fingers, starting with his arms, was trembling.

Mu Kyung, who was watching the situation, opened his mouth, wondering if it was possible.

"Then you're going to have to take a break from ironing for a while, right?"

Mujin looked at Mu Qing with an expression that said, "What kind of are you talking about?"

"Exercise heals muscle pain faster."