Rebirth of The Heavenly Demon (Jang Young Hun)

Blood vessels spill out as the truth breaks through.

Eventually, the remaining maze was pierced. The number of blood vessels poured in was about seventy.

As soon as they entered the Jay Act, they were startled. Already all of my colleagues are dead. Blood vessels, as well as their leader, blood and enemies, were all deceased.

And there were those who were waiting for them.

In addition to the Black Leopard Pole led by White White Leopards, Gyeongdo and Song Woogyeong, the West led Wall Swordsman, Song Hwa Rin and Song Cho, Kwangdu and Taesong Swordsman led by the commander, and the Minor Swordsman led by the commander.

The Blood Swordsman shouts.

"Kill them all!"

If there was even a dead trader there, he might have given the order to run.

But the trader was still intact. There was a large red cylinder in the middle of it. It must have been a trafficker's trick.

The whitewash shouted loudly.

“Leave no one behind!"

They got tangled up in a fight.

Songhhwalin and Gwangdu also fought ahead. Fighting is like that. Killing one more person will reduce our chances of getting killed. The mercy of the enemy will soon lead to the death of his comrades.

We fought with all our might. Nevertheless, it was a battle that came to a conclusion.

None of the Blood Sword's Unsullied survived, and they all died.

Of course, there was damage here. About a dozen people died or were injured.

However, considering the number of attacking enemies and their incompetence, it was worth the minimal damage.

After the fight, Song Hwa Rin walks anxiously near the red pillar.

Gwangdu approaches her.

"The young master will come out safely."

"Yes, it is."

Of course, Songhwa Lin believed so. However, seeing this red aura rising up in front of my eyes made me anxious.

"I am a natural worried person."

"A miner?"

"Yes, I am concerned about everything. Wouldn't someone close to me get sick? Wouldn't they get hurt? Wouldn't they get worse? Wouldn't they get knocked down just by the material piled up there?"

Didn't know you were that type of person. "

"Haha, if you don't tell me, no one will know."

I thought Songhhwalin was really surprised. Because they used to be so bright.

Gwangdu said again.

"At first, I was very worried about my master. I couldn't sleep well at night."

"Are you feeling better now?"

"No, I still can't sleep."

"Yes, of course."

"I used to try to reduce my worries, but I don't anymore. I'm just worried. Of course I'm worried. I don't know the life of a person I like, but I'm worried about it. Let's bury my worries and get rid of bad things with my worries."

Songhhwalin smiled. The fanatic had the power to make people laugh even in this situation.

"Let's worry about it together instead. Don't rot alone, just stay with your worries."

Songhhwalin nods.

"Yes, we're worried about him together."

"Very good, miss!"

Meanwhile, after moving the wounded and removing the bodies, White White White White White told Dong Joon and Song Woo-gyung.

"I think we need to get away from the invoice."

Kim Do-joon and Song Woo-kyung nodded, facing each other. I understood why the white man said that.

Songhwa Lin, who had not been in this fight from the beginning, asked why.

"Why do I have to leave?"

"Their leader blackmailed the lord with a mutilated technique. The farther away we go, the more comfortable the Master will be to fight."

"Oh, well, back off, then."

White White Leopard told the Black Leopard Musketeers.

"We're getting out of here."

"Yes!"

I didn't have to go far. You can hide in the wilderness near the Wall Seed Gate until the fight is over.

I led them all out of the way.

Before leaving, Songhwa Lin looks back.

The red energy is still rising.

'Beat it! So let me just stop worrying about this.'

The one that walked out wet in blood was a human figure. People shaped.

Something that feels more transparent, more like a person.

I couldn't say anything else. I was in the shape of a person, but not a person.

There was a head and a body, arms and legs.

But there was nothing there. Empty face. It just feels like an oval ball is laying vertically.

I formed a person, but I haven't finished the detailed sculpture yet, so it looks like it's just a shape.

I could not predict its material. The reflection in the light felt like some metal, but it did not look like ordinary iron. Anyway, it's so transparent that what's around it reflects on it.

It was a strange feeling I had never seen before in my life.

I've experienced a lot of magic, but I've never seen anything like it.

There is a fear of not knowing. This existence was maximizing its fear.

It stood before me and stared at me for a moment.

I glanced at the sword in my hand and reached out my hand.

Suuuuuuuu.

A long thing appeared in his hand and became a sword. Surprisingly, it looked just like the Sword of Nara Myung Wang.

You see the dealer standing over his shoulder, smiling. The smile was relaxed, and I was confident that it would kill me.

The trader asked me.

"Why did you pick up the victorious sword?

"I knew you'd use magic to draw me in."

"What?"

She looks like she doesn't understand.

"They're probably all gone by now. At least no one's gonna get hurt or die from your puncture."

"How can you be sure they left?"

"Smart people."

"Fine. Let's say. What are you going to do? Are you sure you can get out of here?"

"What can you be sure of in Kangho? I chose it because it was the best way for the rest of us."

"Your life depends on awareness, and you're worried about the rest of them? What kind of sacrifice is this? Hypocrisy? I can't understand it."

"You don't have to understand. We understand each other and we get closer, don't we?"

"Not really."

He walks toward me as if she was waiting to bounce her finger once.

I don't feel anything for him. No fear, no tension, no killing. He just walked towards me without thinking.

Shhh.

Kick!

His face turns to the side with a cheerful voice. I swiftly sliced off his face.

However, the face is not cut off, and the head turns to the side as if struck by a dull sound.

His head returns to normal. An empty face looked at me. My face shined on it. It was as transparent as looking closely at admiration.

Shhh!

Kick!

I punched him in the face with the inner air again. This time, I was shocked to the point that my torso was bent.

But his face still hasn't been cut off, nor has he fallen down.

His head returns to me.

Shhh!

A third attack has entered the area.

Chaen!

This time it sounded different. He picked up his sword and stopped my attack.

Next moment!

Shhhhh!

Chae-yeon!

He aims at my face with the same move and swings his sword. I stopped his attack with the Sword of Syrah. It was a trivial attack, but my wrist was stunned.

When I get dizzy, it's a thousand words that I don't stand up when I fight, but now I spit it out.

[Son of a bitch, I feel bad. Very.]

I empathized completely. It was not enough to say that I felt bad. I hated it a lot

Boom! Boom! Boom!

My fist, filled with emotion, strikes his face in succession.

His head is turned back. But I also did not break my neck, nor did I fall back.

Whee! Whee!

This time, his fist flew towards my face.

I twisted my body to avoid a fist. He imitates my attack as if he were going to return the same attack.

The impersonating silk attack was not the only one.

Now, as if I wasn't just going to get hit, I twisted my body as I did and avoided the attack. It was exactly the same as my dodge move.

It was too perfect for impersonation.

Shhh!

Ka 'ang!

The Sura Myung Sword slammed into his shoulder. It was an attack with more power than before. Indeed, he was pushed to the side.

But he still hasn't been fired. Not to mention a scratch on the arm.

Unless you use a sword or a steel, he's too hard to just cut with a simple assault. No, I thought this robbery might not cut with a sword or steel. It was certainly not the fourteenth millennium, but it was almost the same robbery as him.

It was weird and creepy just when it first appeared, but now it's getting worse.

The user realizes it's unusual to kill the target.

What if he doesn't die in any way?

On the other hand, my internal affairs were limited. Moreover, it was consuming considerable internal air in earlier fights.

Clairvoyance.

This time he swung his sword at me. It was the same technique that I attacked you on the shoulder a moment ago.

The user sneaks back and dodges the attack.

He was really imitating me.

Okay, so can we replicate this, too?

I attacked him with one of the most difficult and difficult herbs in the sword. It was absolutely impossible to learn at once because it was so confusing.

Shhh! Shhh!

Phew! Phew! Puck!

The man howls back and does something remarkable.

Shhh! Shhh!

I used the same sword I did a while ago.

It was even the same speed with the same power.

That's when I realized.

No matter what I do, he can imitate me. That this opponent should not be used as a common sense to solve this fight.

He keeps getting better and better. I have never seen such a fast learning being.

At first, I thought I only learned that move.

But no, I learned not only the movement, but also the various movements related to it. He began to apply herbicides.

One day he was wielding his sword reasonably well.

I put the sword in the thought that it wouldn't work like this.

Then the sword disappeared from his hands.

Father.

Boom!

My knee was right in his face. A man who is well suited for academic practice has fallen behind.

However, he suddenly woke up as if he had not been shocked.

The next moment, it was swarming towards me really quickly. It was also a knee attack of the same technique. Just like swordsmanship, they imitated the body's precepts.

"Hahaha."

As I laughed loudly, the blood merchant asked with a curious face.

"Why are you smiling?"

I answered the trader's question.

"I want to cry, but I can't cry."

She laughed at my jokes.

Seeing her relaxed no more, I could tell.

To win this fight, you must kill her, not imitate me.

I blew the air out. The objective was not that, but that of the dealer.

Suddenly, I crossed the river and attacked her.

As soon as the sword crossed her heart, her new brother disappeared. Like Lee Hye-hwan's technique, she disappeared quickly.

I got down on the ground and looked back.

She was standing across the river one day. It's like he was always there.

But it wasn't. My copycat was standing over there. He flew over me in a daze.

At the next moment, something very surprising happened.

Saaaak!

The moment you cross the river, it's divided into two. Like dividing, there was one more thing that was the same.

On the ground, the two were exactly the same size and shape. Probably the same movement.

Across the river, the hawker smiles brightly, revealing his white teeth.

"Every time I try to kill myself, it's going to double."

In other words, every time I cross the river, the number increases. Now two of them began to come from the left and the right.