Yellow (2)

 

"Pontiff!"

Seeing the battlefield where the battle was taking place in the distance, Jin Yanghui hurriedly searched for Gu Yang's shell.

"He was right..."

Gu Yang also nodded as he made his way to the battlefield.

There was really already a war going on. It's also a fierce battle that wouldn't be strange even if there was a two-way plan.

In other words, from the point of view of the Demon Cult, it was a way to watch and aim for the wrong thing.

Naturally, Gu Yang's excellent five-star plaque came to mind.

"Punish the Divine Heaven who dared to play with the Great Heavenly Demon God Cult and use us as a puppet!"

Gu Yang chose to join the battlefield without any hesitation.

In fact, the words he shouted just now were nothing more than a justification to boost the morale of the demons.

"I'll give you back at least as much as I received. Title·'

At least, Gu Yang was not a man who repaid favor with betrayal.

It was Gu Yang, who had been helped by Mu Jin twice in the south of the country.

Even if it continues to compete with the most advanced post-political faction in the future, it may be the biggest obstacle to the Heavenly Demon Religion's dominance.

It was Gu Yang's belief that he should at least repay the debt and continue the competition.

"Honor!!"

In response to Gu Yang's instructions, the demons roared in unison and marched towards the battlefield.

Watching the crowd of demons carrying the banner of the Demon Cult approach in the middle of the battlefield, Zhuge Muhuan hurriedly lowered the corners of his mouth and cooled his head.

Even if they did join the fray, they weren't perfect allies.

"We need to push back the unmanned people at the point where they join so that the battlefield doesn't interlock."

Fighting with people of different affiliations can be counterproductive.

Expecting the Demon Cult and the Zheng Mu League to fight together and join forces in comradeship was something that only kids would think.

And fortunately or unfortunately, the confluence of the Demon Cult was in the vicinity where the landlord and his disciples were on a rampage.

"In line with the confluence of the Demon Cult, the shaman will take over the battle line and support the ordinary warriors!"

Zhuge Muhuan's instructions were relayed to the shaman's masters through escorts and loudspeakers.

Just as he entrusted the Southern Heavenly Society with the servants of Inju and the nearby Shincheon, he wanted to leave the landlord and all his subordinates in the hands of the demon religion.

"If you can't plan for a concession, you'll need to weaken the power of the Demon Cult as well."

In the midst of the chaos of this urgent battlefield, Zhuge Muhuan was drawing and giving instructions until the future.

To be precise, it was because of the Demon Bridge that he could afford to draw a future.

If it hadn't been for the Demon Cult to join, the Sheep Defeat Scheme would have been the best move.

Of course, he didn't include his own life in the concession plan.

And it wasn't long before the Magicians stormed into battle.

"Heaven and Heaven!"

"Manmaangbok!!"

As the demons eagerly shouted in praise of the Heavenly Horse, the shamans began to move out one by one.

While the battlefield was flowing as Zhuge Muhuan intended, Zhuge Muhuan discovered something alien.

'Clean water seal?'

While the shaman gave way to the demon cult, the Qingshui dojo remained in place until the end.

The sight of Qing Xu alone in a blue robe and performing the Tai Chi Sword Technique among the dark demons was nothing short of bizarre.

And Zhuge Muhuan was able to deduce the reason without difficulty.

"You're blinded by the revenge of the Taiji Sword Ship..."

He clicked his tongue lightly and looked away.

In the midst of the rush of the battle, there was no time for a soldier to go to him for disobeying orders, and to chastise him.

Of course, at the level of the Qingshui dojo, it was too heavy to be called a "soldier", but...

"If it becomes a handshake, it is enough to ask for sin later, and if it becomes a lake, it is enough to reward it."

I didn't have time to do anything to get a clean water stamp right away.

And Zhuge Muhuan's judgment was not wrong.

I wasn't in a position to get a clean water stamp now. That's right...

Quaaang!!

Intense binge drinking·

I didn't even have to think about who was responsible.

A monster that seems to be beyond the realm of humans and uses monstrous powers to its heart's content. It must be the noise made by the Divine Shrine of God.

“컥····”

However, the moans that followed could only raise Zhuge Muhuan's tension to the extreme.

Turning his gaze to the battlefield on the side of Tianzhou and Shaolin, he saw that some of the Hundred Eight-Eighters who had been bombarded by the purple energy of Heaven had fallen to the ground.

In the end, it was a hundred and eight monks who had reached the limit of enduring the divine attack of God.

Of course, there were only two hundred and eight nahans who fell down at once. But·

Aa

The purple aura formed by the body of the Heavenly Lord struck the Hundred Eight Monks once again.

"Uhhh

The number of people falling began to increase rapidly.

Like a dike, they were holding together to stop the torrent of the heavenly waters.

The levee was made up of countless stones, and even if one or two of them looked feeble, the levee would collapse because of the loss of one or two of them.

I wonder if it's because I can't see the recluses fall down one by one. Or is it because they know that if they continue like this, the levees will just collapse?

"Haap!!"

Mu Jin and his companions, who had been resting behind him for a while, rushed towards Chen Zhu again.

Naturally, Mujin, whose whole body was wrapped in self-defense, was at the forefront.

‘··· Please hold on a little longer."

It was not easy for Zhuge Muhuan to shake off the ominous imagination that came to him.

Thanks to the collapse of the Hundred Eight Hanjin earlier than expected, Mu Jin and his companions were unable to properly deal with their internal injuries.

Zhuge Muhuan hurriedly turned his gaze and looked around the entire battlefield widely.

The Heavenly Demon God Cult and the Qingshui Dojo are dealing with.

The Nangong Sega and the Zhuge Sega are dealing with the Hyukjin River·

Namcheonkai and Inju·

And the warriors of the Political Affairs League, who are fighting against the warriors of Shincheon, who are no different from the slaves forcibly taken by Shincheon.

I could only hope that any one of them would hold out until it was cleared.

* * *

Bang!!

The moment he dodged the silent light that filled his vision.

Wedge love!

The judge, who flies stealthily and quickly, digs in with the aim of bloodletting.

Visor!

It was a sword that swept the black sword and narrowly struck out the judge's hand, but it wasn't a situation that was too relaxed.

Ever since Inju began to perform martial arts in earnest, scratches have been accumulating on his body little by little.

And this was not even true for the Pajin Sheng who was fighting alongside Dao Yuechen.

It was a menacing attack.

However, they believed that their opportunity would soon come.

Charm Juice·

Predicting that the judge who had just struck out would fly in from behind this time, Dao Yue Chen swung the black sword again.

So far, I've exchanged words with Inju dozens of times.

Each time he exchanged sums, he continued to strike the exact same spot with a black sword.

And at last, the water droplets that had accumulated over the years finally succeeded in breaking through the rocks.

Spatula!

The Panguan Brush that touched the Black Way of the Tao Moon River was cut in two.

Absurdly, however, the sharp front of the pan was blown into two and flew straight towards Inju's hand, and the body part was blown away by inertia, lost its power, and fell to the ground with a thud.

“쯧·”

Seeing the severed judge's pen returned to his left hand, Inju lightly clicked his tongue and threw it on the floor.

And the ensuing situation shattered his hopes.

Sweep ·

Throwing away one of the judges' pens, Yin Ju took out a new one from the sleeve of his robe and held it in his left hand.

"I didn't think there was any extra left..."

Like his black sword, it seemed to be made of ten thousand years of iron, so it was a doyue cloth that he expected to have no time to spare.

However, judging from Inju's attitude, there might be more judges left.

'Cut it all down until there are no judges' left?'

For a moment, he thought about it, but then he shook his head.

It wasn't because of my right arm, which was gradually getting a stiff sensation.

No matter how much his right arm hurt, even if he broke a bone while swinging the sword, he was confident that he would continue to wield the black sword.

"Finish it quickly."

The reason why Dao Yuechen made this decision was because of his subordinates.

At Mu Jin's request, he penetrated into Guangxi City, which was the territory of the Safa, and opened the door.

In the process of creating and cultivating the Fighting Chamber, and in the process of waging war with the Priesthood, Dao Yue Chen had already accepted them as brothers.

They were all from Sapa, so they were all full of mouthful, angular personalities.

But at least there was no one in the room who was harassing innocent people or getting involved in drug trafficking or human trafficking.

If it was such a person, I would have slung my throat instead of accepting it in the first place...

And the brothers of the fighting spirit who have gone through the battlefield together and have become a family are now.

“컥····”

In the course of fighting the warriors of the Divine Heaven, they lost their lives one by one.

Of course, the tide was turning in some favor.

As long as he and his brother-in-law, Pai Jinsheng, held on, the battle in this vicinity was likely to end in their victory.

But·

"Even a monk Mujin would have done that."

For Dowolcheon, it is no different from faith.

He always has been.

He was at the forefront of all battles and always fought the strongest enemies.

And this is how Doyue Chen interpreted the reason.

"Only then will we be able to minimize the damage to our brothers."

I had to deal with the old man quickly so that I could go to the aid of my brothers. Just like Mujin did.

While Dowolcheon gathered his thoughts·

Inju once again writes a silent calligraphy in the air with the handwriting of the judge's hand.

Immediately after that· A silent river qi with an unmistakably heavy and enormous presence poured down on Dowolcheon and Paijinseong.

And without any hesitation, he rushed forward.

Bang!

A series of booms that sound like a single explosion reverberate, and his black sword strikes one point after another at one point of the river.

Along with the intense pain that comes from the arm, a part of the river qi returns to nature.

Wedge love!

The judge who had already noticed the way of the Tao Yue Chen shot out the Fan Pavilion flew in aiming for the gap in the river qi created by the Tao Yue Stream.

However, even though he had checked the flying judge, he still threw himself through the crack in the river.

Spatula!

He twisted with minimal movement just before he came into contact with Pan Guan Pil, but in the end, Pan Guan Pil scratched Dao Yuechen's left forearm and passed him.

Blood dripped down his left forearm and left a wound that exposed his muscles, but he didn't care.

"After all..."

On the contrary, with a face that had gained some kind of assurance, he went towards the seal again.

In order to block the Tao Yue Chen who had struck head-on in an instant, Yin Ju swung it with the Panguan Brush in his right hand.

Visor!!

Several times I tried to use the pleasure to share the sum with the inju in an instant.

The moment when Inju held out his left hand towards Dowolcheon·

Pot!

Instead of swinging the black sword at his hand, he twisted his body to the side in a surprise move.

Wedge love!

At that moment, the judge brushed past the place where the Tao Yue Chen had stepped aside.

Then, as if he had expected this to happen, he swung the black sword with all his might at the judge who passed by him.

Visor!!

Immediately after the black sword made of ten thousand iron and the writing of the panguan collided with each other, creating a sharp metal sound.

Whoops!

There was an unpleasant sound of something breaking.

It was the sound of Inju's left hand.

Dozens of times to compete with Inju. He could come up with a question.

Judge Writing Papers that Inju throws and retrieves like a memorization machine·

At first, I thought it was a form of swordsmanship, but there was something strange about it.

Even if it's a kind of swordsmanship, can it completely erase the trace? Why is it that even though he can perform a swordsmanship, he takes back the Panguan pen that he threw every time?

In addition, if it was a sword technique, it should be possible to overlay Gangi on the judge's brush that was thrown, but the judge's brush that he threw by memorization did not have Gangi overlay.

The hypothesis that Dowolcheon came up with through the question was simple.

The hypothesis that the author's skill of memorizing the writing of judges may not be the realm of swordsmanship, but simply the efficacy of "a certain martial arts."

Therefore, it was calculated that it would not be possible to deflect the path of the judge who had already been thrown.

When I twisted my body in the nick of time a while ago... He was convinced when he just moved the same path and ran through his left forearm.

And the judges he threw would always come back to him...

This was the result of a slight deflection of the black sword just in time for it to snatch the returning judge.

"I can't use my left hand anymore..."

Dowolcheon swung the black sword at Inju, whose left hand was shattered by the judgment brush he had thrown.