Desire

On the push, Devello lowers his sword. I saw blue eyes hurting. Azin stretches out his arms and makes eye contact with Devello. It's been a while, and it's only been a few seconds.

Thousands of catastrophic attacks have struck Asin. I didn't swing the sword. My heart, I was devastated. The slaughter of Behr will be devastating. Azin raises his hands, feeling the devastation on all sides.

Paaang! A space has been created around you. It was a result of Devello's heart sword and Azin's defense. When I saw it, I was amazed.

‘It was interception, not evasion. ’

Invisible, the quickest cardiothoracic sword strikes from the front. It was thanks to the ginseng machinist who took over the entire space and the black snowflake that created the movement immediately without delay. Devello remains motionless, even though his heart sword is blocked.

Rather, she was fortunate that the Heart Blade had been sabotaged.

It was frustrating to teach Devello the Heart Sword. Despite Devello's personal realization of what he does with it, Devello's shameless origins are inexhaustible.

It is the same with the heavy sword Devello has learned. The sword that disassembled all of the middleman's swords that had lived without coercion and assembled only essences, was a new craft that was never found again in the world.

After all, it is only a sword taught by the Unsullied. Devello raises his sword, which he lowers.

Unlike Azin, who has mastered a variety of craft and abilities, Devello has mastered only the sword. Her sword was fundamental to the unstoppable heavenly sword of Jinseop, and complemented again by other swordsmen of the Jinseop Dynasty, including the Swordsman.

And the Heart Sword. The upper blade of Devello is young and white.

This was not a sword learned from the Unsullied. Devello was Devello's own sword, created by her own exploration, complementation, and exploration of her shortcomings as she learned the sword from Mujin Seb.

‘Not the Sword...' ’

Azin's eyes narrowed. A pure light wrapped in the sword of Devello. It looks like a sword, but not a sword. Then what is that?

‘We have to face it first. ’

Azin's fingertips go up. A black stream spins over Azin's hand. The apocalypse of Jinshan Shrine unfolded. Azin pushes the sphere on his hand toward Devello.

Kwakwa! A tiny sphere is instantly enlarged. The space inside the sphere creates a distorted and tiny black hole. It keeps getting bigger and bigger as it swallows up its surroundings. Devello lowers his posture as he watches the coming apocalypse.

Start with a foot.A sword attached to your waist quickly creates space. Just looking at the foot posture, Ajin smiles heavily. The apocalypse devours everything. Internal air, magical strength. I didn't know what light encased the sword of Devello was, but one swing of the sword alone would prevent the apocalypse...

Cut.

The spheres were divided into exactly two sides. Paoaoaoang! A burst sphere explodes in mid-air and vomits the chi it swallowed. Azin's expression was stiff. Devello grabs the sword with both hands and runs to Azin.

“What?"

I was a little embarrassed by it. But I don't get caught. Ajin quickly solves the next move. The young darkness around Azin has become hundreds of thousands of threads. The Black Male flesh shoots at Devello alone.

Devello twists his waist as he looks at the thousands of threads facing him. Despite the speed at which black magic arrows shoot, Devello was able to cope well with the speed at hand.

Devello swings his sword. All the black cuts are cut off where her sword is headed. When Azin saw it, he was surprised. It was because I had no idea that it was possible to cut off the strength made by the Gin Shrine.

“Of course..! ”

That arrogant no-good bastard admitted it to himself. Devello's sword surpassed his own. You can't outrun chaos simply by mastering the Heart Blade. Tebello also gained something of his own through Tebel.

Well, how about this? Darkness changes around you. The last misconception of the Jinshan Shrine is self-immolation. An overwhelming amount of killing struck Devello.

You cut it off. Living in all directions, the sword Devello wields disappears at once. When Azin saw it, he was amazed.

Devello has arrived at the foothills of Azin. Jean Census, no, not technically. Azin made that decision. I still haven't figured out what the white light is wrapped around Devello's sword, but I can't stop it with a technique.

Then I have no choice but to do something other than porcelain. The darkness that surrounds you disappears. Instead of loosening the Gin Shrine ball, Ajin clenches his fist.

A great power rests on the fist of Azin. I had not used it well since I had mastered Jin Chun Shin Gong with extreme fertility, but I was carrying out the laws and regulations every day.

A lot of wallpapers.It gives strength to your fists. Azin punches Devello right in front of him. The force that pierces everything that stands in its way extends.

At the same time, Devello swings his sword. Wave! The moment Devello hit the Black Wall, Azin's eyebrows twitch.

“Phew..! ”

Devello groans and retreats. She wields the black owl, and Devello's palm is torn by the resistance and bled out. There, my arms were broken and I was limping. Azin narrows his eyes and looks down at his hands.

Cut.

Even though it was thin, the wound was clear. Even before the blood flowed to the floor, Azin's wounds cling to the cutting edges to finish healing.

“What is it?”

Azin clenched his fist and asked. The battle itself was the victory of Azin. Devello loses his sword and breaks both arms. If we continue like this, Azin will be able to kill Devello as if he were a child.

But I didn't like it. It was the first time that the wall was blocked in this way. Azin clenches his fist, intending to kill Devello in half.

But it's blocked. To be precise, it's not blocked, it's cut. The power contained in the Wall of Power was cut down by Devello's sword.

“Your shameless. What was it?”

“I don't have a name. ”

Devello gasps and answers. She glances at the cracked, limp arms.

“I applied the heart blade in my own way. We will, but we have to stick together... and cover our swords. With a heart that cuts through it unconditionally. ”

A Heart Sword is a Heart Sword. The user slashes the target. It stabs and kills. It is the heart sword that wields such intense will.

Devello created a new sword from it. No, to be precise, Devello completed his unfinished heart sword. The heart sword, which was reached by no interference, was virtually incomplete. Despite succeeding in expressing a strong will, the unstoppable heart sword was hammered by Raw Snow and hammered again by Azin.

But Devello's sword is different. Cut it down. Only it's in the sword. Slash anything that touches the sword with its powerful will.

‘It looks like a wall of power. ’

It's like a supersonic tremor.It's a simple fist bump. The hyperbolic angle is yes, but what's great about those two is that they only have the maximum integer of that simple movement.

A wall of power breaks everything that stands in its way. Ultrasound is faster than anything in the world. So was Devello's sword. Cut it all down.

The same force collided with each other. Although Devello was a little pushed, it was simply because of the higher level of barefoot air quality that had been cooked by azin.

“I lost. ”

Devello dares to admit it. Azin takes a few steps back to target Devello. Devello's arrival is dangerous. We won't be able to deal with Azin right now, but I'm sure it'll be tricky if Devello completes his own heart sword.

‘Ah.'

From there, Ajin reached something on his own. It was his idea of a skilled artisan. The Great Wall and the Ultrasound Angle. And all the other bastards and astronauts with green radishes and black snow scents.

Among them, Azin made nothing of his own. Unlike Devello, who developed his own shamanism, which he learned from Mujin, he had nothing.

“I see.”

Azin accepts it with a grave face. He is strong, but he has never achieved anything on his own. Azin looked up at the sky with a false laugh. The most expensive. The most advanced. 1st place. All of a sudden, it seemed pointless.

“.. as a result. Take me to the Abbey.”

As he chewed on the futility, he looked at the futility. He nodded his head with a big smile.

“Did my disciple's work surprise you?” “Better than fresh ones that haven't improved in centuries.” This guy...! ”

The eunuch shouted at the death of Ajin. Ajin's gaze turned to his superior.

“I think I have been merciful enough.” “What? ”

It was a moment of triumph. Furverbuck! A surge of strength pierces the victor's body. Blood spurted from the mouth of the snarling monk. Azin doesn't let the victor scream, but even swings his strength and breaks his head.

“How many times have I had the chance to kill you? I gave him a chance. But I'm... not so good myself. Patience is the limit.” “You bastard! ”

The one who shouted was a bloody parchment. Azin's hand extends toward the running edge stone. Phew! The lightly thrown masterpiece crushed the heart of the masonry. Her chest was dug into a recess and blood spurted out of her mouth.

“If you work with nothing and die without foolishness, it becomes fresh. ”

Azin mutters as he lowers his fluttering sleeve down.

“Living for a few hundred years gives you eternal life. Guess that doesn't make it immortal. Isn't it funny? I have abandoned my sense of humor and transcended my misgivings, but in a few hundred years of being fresh, I get mistreated again. ”

The freshness that Azin saw was so emotional that it was no different from those who were in the world. I couldn't believe it was fresh from the realization.

“This is why they're older than fresh.” “Yes. ”

Jinyang nods and convinces me. He looks depressed as he looks at the dead man's masonry and triumph.

“It's been a long time. Even if we make it out of the fast lane and into the plains, we'll get offended again.” “Not a great place.” “Not necessarily. ”

Jinyang mutters, shaking her head horizontally.

“There's a lot of fresh meat in the monastery. Each and every one of them. Once they were human, they had a family.... Needless to say, you'll find out if you go to the Abbey yourself.” “What?” “The scent of the monastery is extraterrestrial. ”

Mujin Seop replies. He approaches Debello with a broken arm and touches her wound.

“At one time I thought I was the sky. ”

There was a bitter magnetism in the voice of Jin-seop who spit it out.

“But it wasn't. You'll see when you get there. Why the scent of the monastery is so extraterrestrial. ”