Desire

In one chapter, the shaman's body burst. The pagans who followed didn't react as soon as they saw it. It was beyond imagination, so it was unacceptable immediately. Their bodies were still running, and Thousand Horse's gaze touched them. Thousands lowered their knees.

He swings mercilessly at the outsiders of the shaman race. The hand of the thousand horses that followed the black force was no different from that of the genius. It was an absolute force that man could neither resist nor resist. The sword is broken and the limbs are broken. I was out of breath before the vomited blood hit the ground. It was like a wolf slaughtering a flock. No, it's better to call it a giant monster trampling ants.

That's what Heavenly Horse was. Those who have devoted their lives to the sword have not touched the black horse's clothing that swings against evil with all their might. I did not hurt him, nor did I turn him back. They were broken before their swords could be swinged to the ends, and they were dead before their broken swords could fall to the ground. Following the shaman leader, the shaman elders, including the shaman leader, died. Afterwards, the pagan disciples followed in turn. The Taegeuk sword was majestic and powerful, but the thousand horses were hovering on it.

It didn't take long for the Wudang to be exterminated. When the thousand sprints stopped, the blood rains thunderingly. Even after slaughtering so many people, Thousand Horses did not get tired at all, and his gray hair was pale and dazzling. The thousand horses did not look back, but went forward again. The elders of Shaolin confronted him. They looked at Heaven with a frightening look on their faces. The horse smiles slowly at them.

“They're middlemen.”

Thousands of horses choke, trembling at the unsanctioned whiskers of Shaolin leader and Muslim stelgaer. Whether to tremble in anger or fear. The Emperor did not ask for him.

“Taegeuk of Wudang's examination was quite pleasant. ”

Thousands muttered, raising their arms in front of them. He slowly rolls up his sleeves as if watching. His lips twisted and went up.

“What about my career in Shaolin? Can I see it? ”

I changed the thousand words to an unauthorized tooth. He steps forward, his sleeve flapping sharply. Shaolin, along with Shaolin shaman, is called the Taeksandhu of Moorim. Saints say so, but Shaolin doesn't think so. Shaolin shamanism is the best. Stronger and better than any other doorway in the old room. For centuries, Shaolin had not collapsed, and it was praised from the beginning for being the most murky. There is no fear for Shaolin. Fear is a sin you should not have. The void takes a deep breath. Everyone was watching. I was watching Shaolin.

“Fan out! ”

I shouted without permission. The Shaolin dancers come forward flapping their sleeves. The Emperor watched it with joyful eyes. The Hundred and Eighty-Eighth Pilgrimage that had finished preparing struck a thousand horses. He looked around, feeling the power of tyranny on all sides. The place he saw was where other martial artists fought.

“I don't think I can enjoy myself. ”

Thousand horses clenched their fists, muttering like that. When Wudang broke the Taegeuk's examination, he grabbed the sword. It was an unfamiliar sword. But this time, the thousand horses do not hold the sword. He clenches his fist and takes some slack. The situation is not good for the bridge. That number is overwhelming. No matter how heavily trained martyrs are, they are tired of coping with that many, and guidance soon leads to death.

I mean...

Thousands of horses became power.

The first ones who fell while vomiting blood were the draw responsible for the center of the Hundred and Eight ranks. His fist stretched a few times, and he struck and broke the giant force that was spinning in my fist. Go on, go on. It didn't take long for the hundred and eighty jeans that began to crumble from the inside out. I was blinded by the void of seeing it. He couldn't realize if what he saw was real or a dream. Later, I blew up an unauthorized reaper. He dives directly into the Hundred and Eighty Clans, followed by the remaining Shaolin dancers. They unite the forces of the explosion and support the Hundred and Eighty Clans that are about to collapse. Sinful pressures rose from all sides. Thousand horses shed a low smile.

He stretches out his arms. The young force in his body slowly spreads wide, flapping his tongue as if it were alive. He opened his eyes, looking at him from afar with a stiff face.

“No! ”

The grimoire exploded. He rushes out onto the ground. “Run, run!” The grin cries out. But it's too late. Thousand Horses thought so as to hear his cry. You can't run away. Because it's too late. Thousands stretched out their arms wide. Pavak! The strength that spread from his body becomes hundreds of stalks, sweeping through his surroundings. The Hundred and Eighty Clans were destroyed and there were no survivors around the thousand horses.

The angle sat down with a hollow face. Shaolin was extinct after Shaman. It was ridiculous. No matter how much the shaman touches the sky, how can that be possible? Only one unarmed man wiped out a doorway. The shaman who lost the Tai chi swordsman was only killed by Shaolin, who had a hundred and eighty strong power.

“What the...?”

Even the azin who was looking at it from afar was frightened. The flow of the battlefield was not bad. If you limit the thousand horses, so be it. The martial arts struggled, but the bloodthirsty and Muslim hordes overwhelmed him. If we go on like this, we will be able to wipe out the exhausted. But the thousand horses were turning him upside down. Wudang and Shaolin, who were already in charge of the great power of the blind, disappeared from his hands. All the foreigners of the gateway were slaughtered. With this, the Muslim blind were hit beyond reproach.

Mungyeonghee said this war should be led by the blind. Let the Muslim blind lead the war and let them go ahead and take the damage. The glory of war is given to the blind, and the bloodthirsty benefit afterwards. It was a mistake. Mungyeongheedo, Ajindo. The heavenly horse's power was not measured by human physiology. If I went on like this, I was going to be defeated by an individual named Thousand Horses. Azin swallows his saliva. How can you afford a monster like that?

“Th-the door? ”

The screech that looked at Ajin's stiff face groans and calls out to him. Ajin gritted his teeth. - No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. If Ajin comes at us right now, we can't help him. Then there's no watermelon to do the best you can. He takes a big breath and opens his mouth.

“.. don't shake it. ”

Azin spits it out and heads forward. The bloodstream does not reverse its direction. The first thing you have to worry about is conservation of power here. And the other side of the door. I don't care about the Bloodstream Faction. They're players anyway. You don't have to take care of it because you can resurrect even if you die. The slaughterhouse was not heavily pushed. The same was true of the North Sea Ice Palace. Then go somewhere else.

“Sector. You and the Bloodstream will support the Hongwon Gate. The bloodthirsty lord and bloodthirsty lord head towards the Green Gate. ”

“What are you going to do with the door? ”

Asin takes a deep breath.

“I've got work to do. ”

What we need to secure is the eclipse, which is one of the heavenly host laws. Azin did not forget him. With a nod to the bloodstream and towards the Hongwon Gate, the bloodstream and bloodstream landed in support of the greenhouse door. Azin looks around quickly. There were no defenses left around Thousand Horses. Then they're acting on their own.

There are too many people. There is blood everywhere. Bloodlust, blindness, and martyrdom. The three of them got together and were fighting. It wasn't just that. I even started hitting the players I was watching from a distance. They were like waves of people pushing into a pile. Ajin reaches out as he kicks his tongue.

“Him!”

I encountered a harsh voice. The man in a blood coat was a thousand year old master I saw on Cheongseong Mountain. Azin stops walking and looks at him. He turns his head to the side and spits.

“Where do you keep your men? ”

The Hundred-thousand-year-old lord spits out. He looks around without a word. Dead bodies. Martyrs are better off than non-martyrs and non-martyrs, by the way. The only thing ahead of them is the overwhelming number advantage. Even so, this is a little harsh. Azin kicks his tongue and stares at him. He smiled, gazing at Ajin.

“What are you going to do, stare at me like that? ”

He mutters as he glances at the Thousand-Man Killers behind him. “You go somewhere else.” There were no questions about that. The blood-soaked witches nod and blow away. The Hundred Horsemen glanced at Ajin and laughed.

“I didn't like it. ”

He mutters and draws his sword from the ground. “I have brought you for a long time. But I couldn't understand. Why I let you live.” He mutters and stares at Azin.

“The chrysalis must be killed before it wriggles. ”

He mumbles as he approaches Azin. He said that and smiled. “Just in case, do you know where the Guardian Law is?” In Azin's question, the Hundred Horsemen bared their teeth and laughed.

“Son of a..."

Before it was over, Ajin landed on the ground. He twists his legs, flexing in the air. Baaak! A thousand-year-old warlord raises his arm at the crack of the shovel. The attack is blocked in my forearm, but I don't care. Pushing down on the body pushed back, he stands on his feet on the ground, and Azin clenches his fist.

“This habit..”

I still don't let him finish. His clenched fist quickly extends forward. Puebuck! The severed briquettes are blocked by the Thousand Horse Killing Master's sword. Heave-ho. Later, he wrapped his arms around Azin. The Thousand Hours Eye became sharp. He squeals like a beast, wielding his sword in both hands.

The bastards that had been cooked in my head spread out. Dozens of laws, hundreds of moves coming out of it. The flow to which it is associated, again hundreds, thousands of operations are derived. How to move your feet, how to walk. It's not the Thousand Horsemen.

It was a footstool. The black, swift and heavy, swinging by a thousand spearheads. A fresh sword, a heavy sword... A sword that touched its peak. Facing him, Azin moves his feet. Can't reach the sword. Avoid before touching. It is called the extension of the black hand. Swordsmanship and authority are similar. Yo, how do you move your arms? Don't look at the shoulder, forearm, wrist, finger... where the arm starts to move. I look at the arm. I look at the eye. Look at your feet.

You dig deep. The Hundred-Hour Old Master looks down in horror. Azin's face looked up at him and was calm. A little. That's what I thought.

“This...”

I didn't listen to the end. Baaak! The bookshelf smashes the jaw of a thousand hedgehog lords. He staggers back. He doesn't miss. Azin stretches his foot forward. As you retreat, the Great Sage Master wields his sword.

Reach out before touching. I see! Azin's hand presses down on his forearm. Kuaak! The direction of the swinging sword is bent and plunged into the ground. Predict the movement and block it, just like a thousand times. Baaak! A fist swings its head sideways. A smashed tooth pops out of his mouth.

I swing my fist back to my side. You twist your foot and swing your leg. from the laws of power to the various laws. Kwak 'jic! The foot you turned upside down crashed into the ground. Azin sighs lightly and looks down at him. He looks up at the pain as his blood grows cold.

“Son of a...! ”

“I am.”

Azin hangs up on him. He smiles as if it were a good thing.

“He's a bit of a pervert and a dick. ”

He raises his feet.

“I get really hot when I curse. Whether you're older or younger than me. So don't blame me too much. ”

Qazi! Azin's feet slam the head of the Thousand-Year-Old Monarch.

“You think you've been bitten by a dipshit. ”