Desire

“What confidence. ”

Mujin Seop, who was smiling with his lips puckered, said. He glances down at the chairman. You drop your head empty-handed with a broken sword. The Masked Sword has won. Seeing that, Mo Jin-seop revealed his teeth and laughed. “You've got to be kidding me.” I stared at the smell of raw snow.

“It's too great. It's too much. I'd like to lighten it. I'll admit, you're a great unmanned man. No one else has the same skill as this Sword. ”

But if we didn't have the immortal curse, you'd be dead to me 20 years ago. He smiled and said, and his mouth twisted with the smell of raw snow.

“You don't know that. I admit you had my heart stitched in first, but weren't you the one whose arm was ripped off before? ”

Since each other is immortal, there are many variables, and if they were not immortals, we do not know what the battle would have been like. After all, it's a pride fight.

“You and I have chosen a different path. The Heart Sword contains everything I've ever dedicated. It's only been, like, half a year, and you're gonna stop it? ”

The face of Jin-seop was distorted. He didn't smile anymore. His madness is not the smile of a madman, but added to the disgraced Emperor's. The back-scissors and sprinklers have left. He clenched his fist.

“You can't stop it. ”

Your eyes are dirty. That's how frustrating it is to wake up.

“I am your heaven. ”

He spits it out like that and turns around and leaves the ballroom. “The sky, my ass.” That groaning black snow scent makes a fat face and looks down, feeling the azin's gaze and turning its head.

“... what do you see? ”

The words of Raw Snow shrug his shoulders. “I knew you'd be taunted.” In addition, the smell of raw snow puckered my lips.

“I can't do that. I even made a bet.”

“You put up with this for a wager? ”

Azin tilts his head and asks. In the question, the black snow scent gives out a fat lip and shakes its head while looking at the pain. “Not at all! I was eager to win the Dance Championship.” That's how Raw Snow looks at Azin. “You can't be honest.” Persian said as if ridiculed, and the ears of the Raw Snow rose slightly red.

“By the way, it's faster than light. Are you sure?”

“How should I know? I've never been in a field trip with a light. ”

But maybe I'll be quick. The black snow scent nodded its head and said in a serious voice, and Azin stopped to explain how fast the light was when he saw it.

“By stopping the Sword's Heart Sword... are you sure? ”

“You have to try. ”

That's what Raw Snow said. Her eyes narrow, her arms folded, with a long face.

“By the way, I wouldn't tell you if I wasn't confident. ”

*

Day 3 of the non-ashamed main line. In the waiting room, Ajin had a light weather breakfast. Today's match meant more to him than the finals. It is because of the promise with gold coins. In fact, you don't have to do this much for that little girl, but the interest in gold coins behind the gold coins and the bet with him is probably more important than winning the dance competition.

‘Even after winning the bet. ’

Once the Gold Coin Guild Leader has created an opportunity to use the Blood Dragon Clan for a month, the work will not progress unless Gold Coin is satisfied with the Blood Dragon Clan. Will Doubloons be satisfied with the Bloodline? ‘We have to win for him.’ If gold cataracts are not satisfied with the bloodline, they should change direction and make gold cataracts want pain. Fighting for it was the victory of the Blind Man Dance. If he wins the Blind Dance, he can climb to the strongest post rank in the advanced rainforest.

Best Reviews Index. Master of the Blood Dragon Clan. The next Bloodline. That should be enough for the residents of the Gold Tribute Guild to covet it. Azin smiled thinly. With the Gold Coin and the Gold Coin Merchant Guild's support, he can fly higher and farther. In order to do that, we need to make gold coins want pain.

Time. Ajin leaves the waiting room. The third main event of the Blind Howler League. After the overwhelming match so far, Azin left the waiting room and the thunderous shout greeted him. The competition was like a main event for the audience in many ways. Everyone knows that bloodshed and scaffolding are rival relationships. The Great Blood Dragon who quickly raised the weak blood gate, and the third son who received the beauty of the passerby. No background, no skillfulness, nothing against each other. Unlike Azin, who appeared like a comet and blew his name, the Masked Sword of the Passenger Gate has long been considered one of Safa's outstanding late scores.

“Please take good care of it. ”

The back-scissors on stage smiled and said, You look like him, don't you? ’As Persian said, he was heading towards Azin, who had revealed an unpleasantness about his back-scissors. Not at all. Azin grinned, grinning and holding his hand, looking closer to the face of the back-cut sword that reached out with a smile.

“I heard the swordsman at the Great Swordsman Gate is very attractive. ”

“You'll see for yourself. ”

“Well, I've seen the games, but I've also felt that rumors can't be trusted. ”

At his words, the smile of the back-scissors hardened momentarily. Azin smiles slowly and pulls his hand out of the back of his blade. He rubs his bare hands against the collar and says,

“Your hands are wet. Were you nervous?”

“Oops. I didn't wipe my pee. ”

Son of a bitch. Azin stares at the back-scissors. It might sound like a gibberish, but my hands felt uncomfortable hearing me say that. “Isn't sweat and urine the same thing? It's coming from the body.” The back-scissors smiled and said. He said that. He hated it.

“Have you tried it?”

It's childish. I'm no different. Azin's words sharpened the back-squeeze. He takes a few steps back, placing his hand on the bare longsword on his back. Jing hasn't rung yet. “Filthy.” Azin wipes his hands on his lapel, saying, "Listen."

“You cannot kill the opponent. It's a shame about the rules.” The back-blade grabbed the scabbard and said, In saying that, he robbed his sleeve with a low smile. “Do you want to kill me?” The question is, the back-squeeze shakes its head.

“No, by the way, you don't know what soap looks like. I want to cut off your mouth, but the sword is so sharp it might cut off your head. ”

At that, he burst into laughter. Hahaha! It was a big smile. The azine, smiling enough to cough, wipes the tears out with your fingertips.

“That was a funny joke. Probably the funniest joke I've heard in years. Who cuts out whose mouth? Puhaha!”

Knuckle. With the blatant laughter of Azin, the back-cut grinds its teeth hard. “I don't know what to say..."

“That's you, you idiot. ”

Azin's voice is cut off. As he rolled up his sleeves, he looked at the back-cut with a full smile on his face.

“Do you think you can do anything for your father? My dear, let me broaden your narrow outlook. ”

“... what? ”

“Shut up and get ready to cry. ”

Jing rings. You draw your sword instead of answering. Azin clenches his fist, slowly extending his foot forward.

“Prepare to cry out to your father. ”

Paang! Ajin's body is shot forward. You have 10 seconds to finish. Let's do it. Azin's eyes widened. I started to feel better about my whole body as I went away. Ordinary accidents began to accelerate quickly. The world stopped, and the world of Azin opened. Everything reflected seemed slow and only the senses were sharp enough to breathe. Wind blowing, dust blowing. My body running, and...

You can see the blade of the back-cut moving. An elongated longsword. Needless to say, the blade is sharp, and Azin's eyes gleam. This is no ordinary sword. The tingling sensation of razor-sharp azine caught the release of the energy from the back-cut sword. A magical tool from Gracia. It's similar in shape to a solid blade, but with a bluish, glowing stone embedded beneath it.

What magic? It's been a long time since I fought magic. Azin clenches his fist. I've seen the match of the back-scissors, but his sword has never used magic. That's a little cautious.

"What a rush! ’There was never a moment when I wasn't confident in the sword. However, the pain was much faster than swinging the sword. Too late to swing. Thrust in this case. However, this side will be hit first before you can change it.

‘I didn't want it to look like this...!’ I chewed my lips. He unleashes his full power upon the sword. I intend to use magic imprinted on magic tools.

“Room!” At the same time as the starter, the magic imprinted on the sword was manifested. The white membrane that stood up in an instant blocked the back-cut. Azin's lips, which were wielding his fists, smiled. Barrier. Azin's fist strikes the barrier with magic. The barrier shifts sharply in the strike. But it doesn't break. He steps back and thinks, clenching his fist. The back-cut was already preparing for the next move. Unlike self-tightening, barriers expressed through magic spheres do not convey the burden of impact to the expresser.

The Supreme Sword of the Defeated Gate has unfolded. The high sword spills out its heavy power as if it were in pieces. However, the movement of the back-cut in the world example of accelerated azine was slow. Azin digs into his arms, avoiding the blade of the back-scissors. The red strength of his fist is young. There's a Thousand Waves of Bombardment in the air. Boom! The barrier surges again as you twist and feed it.

‘Not enough. Was it too much force control? ’

Azin thought, grabbing his feet. The blade of the back-scissors is flying in. A back-blade blade slashes through the air, lightly grabbing at the torso. Eight seconds to go. Azin, who passed behind him, swung his feet on the ground with his hands. Boom! The barrier is reengaged. I was nervous about the face of the back-scissors. With a swinging sword, the body of the back-cutting sword turns once. Cough! With a murmuring sound like a wallpaper, his sword is red and strong. The Paladin of the Monarch Sword unfolds. A sword with immense power that cannot be compared to the first blade was cut down. I don't have anything to say if I'm gonna die. Seeing the falling sword, he thought so. Ta-tak! Azin's body spins an aerial swarm. Kuang! A sword that fell a little later shook the chairman.

"The Monarch Sword is the Black Sword. Heavy and sturdy.You 're fast there. But...

The change is insufficient. Azin lowers his knee, judging calmly. Are you vulnerable? Let me see. The Hundred Visions unfolds. The four-man azin slashes his back-scissors from all sides. The blade of the back-cut swiftly turns. The swirling sword scatters its red power. A few hallucinations vanish, but Azin comes under a swayed backcutting sword, lowering his body.

Four seconds with this. Blah! The wide wave ceiling hit the barrier once. The back-cut takes a step back, and his sword rises high again. You can't get to me at speed. I'm very fast. I learned from the master that it's faster than light. Azin's fist was clenched. Five seconds, Qasim! Thousands of bombs have breached the barrier. The face of the terrifying backcutting sword is large.

Six seconds. Azin's feet grind the thighs of a back-scutter. The broken back-scissors shake sharply. Azin doesn't let him fall. Because I still have four seconds left. Azin reaches out and grabs the collar of the backcutting blade. He stopped the back-scissors from falling like that, using a wide palm.

I sharpened the prick of the back-scissors. Yikes! A loud noise rang out. The back-cut turns its face sideways and vomits a piece of smashed tooth. Seven seconds, eight seconds. Yikes! The face of the back-scissors turns to the other side again. Time to finish in nine seconds. It's already over, but if you insist, you're in trouble. “Cough!” Azin's fist plunges into the belly of the back-cut.

“Huff, huff! Cough!”

The face-cut sword fell on the ground, vomiting blood mixed with vomit, and coughing. Azin glances at the sword that fell from his hand and mutters. “What a waste of a weapon.” The pain that was spit out to hear was a stifling judgment.

“... tongue, blood dragon victorious! ”

Flag is up.

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Ultimate Miku

Make more fun of @ snow. It's like frowning and frowning. It goes all the way down to the azine. I think it's so cute!

All right, everybody, back to work.

Final signal

@ I wonder if you've read Nordic mythology. The audit content of Jinseop free.

What? Nordic mythology is only Thor...