Rebirth of The Heavenly Demon (Jang Young Hun)

Puaaaaaaah!

The Masked Sword pierces a man's chest.

I wish the target was the original blood dealer, but she wasn't the one who killed the Razor Blade.

The person whose heart was pierced and saved was the enemy.

The red energy that stretched out towards her father disappeared back into her body.

I only practiced winning swordsmanship because I saw her try to use deadly magic on my father.

My father was surprised to see me when I used my swordsmanship. My father would have just realized that the magic he was about to unleash was fatal. It was unstoppable.

But I never thought I'd be able to save you by throwing a winning sword.

Surprise soon became gratitude, pride, and joy to my son.

My father nodded once at me. Then I flew away to help Song Woo-kyung.

Song Woo-kyung was also struggling against the Blood Sword.

When my father joined Song Woo-kyung, the unilateral struggle became equal.

The sword that killed the Red Cross came back to me one day and was floating in the air. In the blink of an eye, you fly away and come back as if nothing had happened, but you see blood dripping from the tip of your blade aiming at the blood merchant.

The trader yells angrily.

"What if I blew up the puncture?"

It was the first time I was angry after meeting him.

"It doesn't matter."

"What? It doesn't matter?"

"Do you know who that is? He's my father.If we can't stop him from dying in front of our children, we can't help but die."

"Son of a bitch!"

Then the angel smiled and said.

[Hahaha. You look good. Yeah, he's a real nut job.]

[This is bad, by the way. What am I supposed to do with that puncture? Is there a way?]

[Just let me go. How do you stop a bitch from dying together?]

[No.]

Why?

[She's dangerous. We must kill him today.]

I looked at her and warned her coldly.

"None of you are leaving."

She came out big, too.

"Then we'll all die together."

The fight against her was the fight against vigor and the fight against judgment. It's not a losing battle because you can't do nothing. Wrong judgment is a fight to the death.

Never let your guard down. Where does she think she's gonna find a trick?

It must have enormous shamanism and terrifying magic. Nevertheless, the reason she threatened me with bloodshot perforations was because of her swordsmanship. I know that no sorcery, no force, can stop my sword.

But I wasn't always the only one who had the advantage. It was consuming a significant amount of internal air just by flying the sword into the air for the winning sword. It is not just because the sword is in the air, but because it is ready to shoot a winning sword.

She will perform her finest magic even if I am a little careless or show little flaws.

Cough.

The labyrinth in the back quakes.

There seems to be a violent fight going on inside. They were embarrassed at first, but then they tried to destroy the law somehow.

But they won't have to worry too much.

The thirty blood swords that came in with the traffickers earlier were almost wiped out by the Black Stripes, the Wall Seal Checks, and the Song Most Unmanned. The black leopard, of course, flew, and in addition to them, the artisans at the Wall Swordsmanship Gate, led by the West, were doing their best. Moreover, it was dominant in numbers, so most of the blood vessels were eliminated.

After that, even if the truth was broken and new blood vessels came in, it was enough to stop them.

The problem was the fight of the elders.

Changshaw!

Even the father and Song Woo-kyung's union was holding up well. If my father and Song Woo-kyung worked together, I should be able to kill him.

However, the bloodmaster was an unmanned man who experienced more practice than either of them. His attacks were far more dangerous and deadly.

Instead, Father and Song Woo-kyung were also competitive against him. It was the power of a long time together. The two of them were breathing heavily enough to know what they wanted just by looking at each other's eyes, and were struggling with each other's weaknesses as best they could.

Nevertheless, I was nervous because it was my father and Song Woogyeong.

Swook

The Sura Myung Wang Sword, which was aiming for the trafficker, twists slightly. I was going to pierce through the bloodsucker when I saw the opportunity, but the fast-paced trader shouted.

“Not anymore! If we kill either of them, we're all dead."

I also said aloud in the world.

"You too will die by my hand if you use magic."

It was said to be heard by the scribes and the blood magistrates, but they knew that they didn't use magic.

The Blood Swordsman didn't seem to have learned blood related magic in the first place, and even though he did know magic, he seemed to only use it without skill.

It was a good thing we didn't use magic anyway.

Standing in the middle of a duel. They removed all the blood.

The best of the Wall's Seamanship and Song's Unsullied were on their feet. He was almost immersed in the incompetence of his father and Song, so he was able to participate in the joint effort. Moreover, because he had served his father for a long time, he knew more about his father's work than anyone else.

When he joined forces, the tension leaned toward his father and Song Woogyeong.

Moreover, with the added psychological anxiety that all of his henchmen were dead, the Blood Swordsman revealed a crucial flaw.

Shhh! Shhh!

A sword in the west slashes the bloodmaster's waist. When the blood gushed and the posture collapsed, Song Woogyeong's sword pierced his back.

Phew!

Finally, my father's sword slit his bloody throat.

Screaming!

The man's throat was slit, and the blood vessel collapsed.

My father and Song Woo-kyung sighed in relief, facing each other. It was probably the first time in your life that you had a fight this hard.

As they looked at the west, they nodded once with a thankful look in their eyes. I was able to finish the fight that the West had joined.

Now the remaining battle was against the White White White White White White White and the West Fire.

I was the best at both of them except me and the dealer.

The two of them were fighting as centuries old, but in fact, the whites were half as good as the West. A slowpoke man like that was a strong artisan.

However, White White White was recently trained and had a strong will to win this battle.

Father, Song Woo-kyung and the West could not intervene in the fight between the two of them. It was because he was trying to help but he could have been in the way of the white walkers.

I, too, was watching the white walker fight without intervention.

I could have sent him a beeper to help with the fight. But I didn't.

This fight was a white walker fight.

As an unmanned person, pride was at stake. When you overcome this fight, a truly white white man will be challenged to take it one step higher.

It possesses both the sword that guards the whites' black and the attributes of the deadly sword. It certainly worked on both pros and cons.

I desperately wanted it to be an advantage in this fight.

The dealer, on the other hand, was not only looking at me, but at me.

What's she thinking right now?

Only thinking about how to live, only killing me.

If it weren't for the most powerful sword to stop her, she would have made a move already. Even if I watch two people fight dazed, I will be even more afraid to look at the Sword of Nara, which is pointed at me without a single blow.

Get it, get it, get it!

The White White House and the West Weapon split their swords and soared into the air.

I felt the battle between the two of you was at an all-time high.

Now only one person will come down alive.

Throughout the struggle, White White White was constantly reminded of one thing.

You think there's a panel behind you. I thought there was gall bladder, and I thought there was a walnut. And…… I thought I had a wife and son.

The Pokémon raises a Black Leopard and changes its character. Violent and aggressive.

But he had lived his whole life as an escort, and he did not deny it himself.

I don't forget the sword that guards my sword, not the sword that kills it. I don't want to kill you, I want to kill you to protect you.

I will surely kill you to protect everyone!

The two swords of the penitent man flew toward each other. The Sword of the Slash cut off the White White Void's shoulder.

Paaaaaah!

A white sword pierces the heart of the West Wing.

Phew!

Heave-ho.

Fallen to the ground, the West Wing disappears with eyes filled with all sorts of grudges.

The eyes of the white man looking down at him were as calm as his heart. The whites were intuitive.

This difficult fight I just had with him will greatly grow you as an unmanned person. Maybe it had already grown.

The white man looked at me.

I tapped my shoulder with my finger. Blood was pouring out of his shoulders. The white man smiles and stops his shoulder.

I looked at the dealer and said,

"You're all that's left."

Everyone who came in here, except her, is dead. The truth was still impenetrable, and there would be no way for them to survive, even if the blood vessels that were pierced came in.

The dealer said without a doubt.

"You're all I have left in my eyes."

He's threatening everyone to die with a puncture.

There seems to be no emotion in her eyes. It seemed to be beyond life and death, so I could use the bloodsucking noble perforation at any time.

But I could tell.

The intense desire hidden behind it. The desire was the desire for life.

She never took her eyes off me, even as her henchmen were dying.

No one who transcends life and death can. No, I don't.

Glug.

The sword that was aimed at the air slowly changed direction and entered my sword.

As I draw my sword, she shakes her hand into the air once, as if waiting.

Shhhhhhhhh!

The world turned red with the illusion of blood splattered all around it.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwa!

There was a river running before my eyes. Flowing was not water, but blood.

She stands across the river of blood.

In an instant, she dragged me into a new magical world.

It was a narrow river that could jump over.

Nevertheless, her expression was much more gentle. Previously, it seemed so relaxed that I could not compare to when the sword was aimed.

Do you think winning swords don't work here? Probably, right?

The sword flew up into the air as it was drawn from the sword. But soon I fell to the ground. It had no history.

She laughed and said.

"This is my world. Use your swordsmanship in your world."

"I should."

I slowly bend over and pick up the sword that fell to the ground. The internal air was moving normally.

The problem was that you couldn't take the bet outside. I couldn't use a sword or a sword, not to mention a victorious sword.

I looked at her and said casually.

"There are many ways to kill a man, even if it's not a swordsmanship. Humans always die if they put a sword through their heart just like this."

She nods and replies.

"So I'm scared."

She was telling the truth.

"I had a bad feeling from the start. That's why I used puppies in the first place. I was so scared."

That's why I decided to kill her today.

Her instincts were accurate. What was even more frightening was that she believed her true instincts. I was never careless because I fell into temptation or arrogance.

She said with a light smile.

"That's why this river is flowing between us, right?"

It's like the river is a barrier to protect itself.

Yes, this river of blood was the essence of this sorcery.

If I can cross the river, I can kill her, and if I can't cross, I'll die.

As she concluded.

"I will kill you and everyone around you miserably."

As soon as it's over.

Something covered in blood began to walk out of the river.