Cerebrospinal canal
The old man in the robe said with a big smile.
"Teach! What does it look like? Get up!"
"Yes! Doorway!"
As soon as he listened to the ironbearing doctrine, he woke up empowered his whole body. Indeed, the one standing at the front must be the supreme stature of the bilingual family and the wrinkled iron crest of the autumn tree. The six masters behind him will be the elders of the Iron Gate, and the ones behind the Elder will be the sugar that bears the seal of the Iron Gate.
I didn't think I would be so attached to the old file room, given their number or notation. I swallowed a saliva without knowing it, and Iron Doomsday casually looked at me and said.
"Did you say Hundred Hundred? I hope you're not done with your business."
"......"
I rolled my head. Why are you talking like this now that Iron Doorbell has appeared? Of course it's because I have something. I rolled my eyes and replied.
"No, my business is done. As you wish, my victory is over."
My finger was pointing at the broken blade of the junction. When I saw the blade embedded in the wall, I blushed my face because I was ashamed of the chancellor. In other words, I want to leave quickly, insisting that the matter has been resolved here.
'I'm glad I got rid of you so quickly. If I had waited quietly, I would have had to fight one of them.'
I was half pushed, but I thought it would work. Naturally, bee bee bee bee is because the challenger has priority. Moreover, there was a calculation that they would not try to kill me because it was a famous iron sigil under heaven.
Iron Doorman was silent with his arms closed. Then he looked at the Intergalactic Democratic Union and said,
"Hey, there! Did I lose?"
Then, the junior teacher lowered his head in shame and replied with a look on his face.
"That's right."
"All right, well done. Good thing I didn't die."
"......"
"Then prepare the next shampoo."
Huh?
What are you talking about?!
I was embarrassed that Iron Moon would call me like a friend and, naturally, the next verse. It seemed like he would not even allow a handful of objections. I protested, of course, because there was nothing more to be done here.
"What do you mean? Now that I've finished my massage, I'll leave the Iron Gate."
Iron Doorbell smiles. His mouth is smiling, but his eyes do not change.
"Haha... What do you mean? If so, you must pay off your debt immediately."
"Debt? What are you talking about?"
Then Iron Doorman looked around the arena. He strokes the wooden floors and walls that burst out and said,
"You smashed all this into a lion's ass, didn't you? Bite them all."
"......!!"
"The Iron Gate is claiming damages to the White Herald. Don't you get it?"
I was about to let go of the sword by deflecting it.
Bullshit!
I know it's a bit shattered by my lioness, but it's a loss without the accent costume, so why should I even ask? I tried to protest right away, but at that moment, I felt hundreds of gazes piercing me.
Sinister -
"......"
I felt that moment. This is a small area, and the hundreds of martyrs gathered here are ready to run to my neck. Although Iron Doors were classified as sectarian, they were basically swordsmen, so it was quick to think about burying a human being.
The Iron Insignia will never want to receive "reimbursement" as money. I'm not that ignorant.
As I swallowed the saliva, the iron pulp said.
"We cannot afford to win and run. This is because it is an iron gate."
"Hehe... What nonsense."
"You have to fight at least twice more. If they both win, I promise they won't have to pay."
"What if you refuse?"
"You've got some nerve."
He smiled cruelly at the mouth of the ironbearer.
"If you can get away from here, and if you want to fight Iron Gate in the future, fine! We'll be able to enjoy a joyful trek ( ) in no time."
I realized I had no choice. We may be able to escape from here on my own speed, but we have no idea how badly we're going to get hurt. Neither the shamanism of the Iron Moon nor the shamanism of the elders are ever closer to the apex of the rainforest. Even if we're lucky enough to run away, we'll fight the Iron Gate thugs who chase us like mad dogs for the rest of our lives. And I didn't have that kind of stamina and relaxation.
'Dammit... Dammit...!!'
I realized the iron-blooded plot.
[We will not allow you to win and run.]
He came to weave the slate to finish the slate with the victory of the Iron Gate. Perhaps many challengers that have existed before have succeeded in defeating one or two Iron Bladers, but have since been defeated as they are now. Iron Gates have probably been keeping their honor in this way since the beginning.
Maybe you'd better run after you've lost enough. But now, the master of the Iron Gate, who will come out to join me and the second dancer, will surely try to make me a fool or kill me. Either way, it was a series of choices, like ice sheets, making my head explode.
I felt that I was too shallow to look at iron doors and pebbles. If it's an unsophisticated novel, then maybe Iron Doodle will let me go or play a grand slaughter with admiration. Maybe they want to have a drink or a drink with me in the bloodstream.
But here's the reality. For Iron Phrase, I'm just a strong cyst with no holes, and I'm just something to clean up. And it is Kangho ( ) who does not hesitate to do anything despicable to protect the honor of Iron Blood.
Is he still going to die? '
I have no choice.
Running away, getting stabbed in the back or dying in a fight?
'Then let's bet on my luck.'
I was prepared to die.
"Very well. But I have a favor to ask."
"What?"
"Give me your weapon. A good spear and a good sword."
"......"
Sung Woong
The disciples of the Iron Door shudder. It seems odd that I'm looking for a weapon after this situation. Now that we have a chance at life, is it because it looks like we're keeping our sanity? Unlike before, Iron Moon also had smiling eyes.
"You're a funny fellow. Is it true you don't have any history?"
"Why do you keep asking? I didn't say no."
"Marvelous... marvelous. Even if you're a triad leader, it won't be easy to raise someone like you."
The sighing iron doorbell cried out, looking around.
"Hey! Someone get a spear and a sword."
The Iron Literary's command seemed absolute here. As soon as the command came, a few disciples ran to Burinake, and soon they brought me a good spear and a sword, as I said. Iron Doorman handed me two weapons and said,
"That's enough, right?"
"Enough."
It was a good weapon so good that it could not catch much attention. The spear is shining in silver (New ) and the iron material was very good. I brought you a high-quality wizard or a decent weapon, so there's nothing to be sorry about.
A moment later, Iron Doorman touched his finger.
"Elder. Then get on the dance floor."
"Got it, Doorman."
Swook
A so-called Elder walks forward, repairing his stance. He was quite tall, so he had a smaller face than my mature height. It seems foolish to draw a long sword that doesn't fit the height.
"I am the noble swordsman of Iron Blood, Jinpyeong Jinpyeong. Let's have a good battle, Hung Hung."
I didn't know how strong the noble swordsman's progress was.
It also meant that the level of true public order had reached a level of diligence that I could not now discern in my eyes. All I could feel was the internal medicine, but it was hard to accurately estimate the internal medicine of Jinpyeong. It was because he was lowering his strength as much as possible to thoroughly perform a spermogram.
The best I can tell is that Jinjin is most likely a swordsman who throws a battle in one fell swoop.
'Goddamn it. Are we gonna die here?'
My head aches. I have all kinds of thoughts, but I can't die just from the damage I've caused here. I twisted my sword and asked Jinn.
"I came from the village and don't know your designation very well. Do you have anything comparable to a volcanic elder?"
"......!!"
Then Jinpyeong looked surprised and the people beside her were confused. This is not only an example among the unmanned, but also because it was a embarrassing question for the parties to answer. When Pyeongpyeong hesitated, the iron doorbell next to her laughed.
"Kuhahaha... You've got some nerve. I'll answer that question.
The Elder's skills in the text are comparable to the Elder's! If it is a volcano, it will be the same, and if it is the elder of the Jongnam tribe, this is the top one. "
Then the noble swordsman stared at the iron crest and said. He has a slightly red face since he was truly embarrassed.
"Doorbell, you're so hard on my face."
"Whatever, it's true. Isn't there anyone to blame?"
"... Thank you."
"Now focus on the fight."
The two of them were having a conversation, but I felt a burning sensation.
Elder of the Old Room!
If you say so, you must be a great master. He was the greatest master who could not be seen under heaven, but he had to be a leader of the Iron Gate Clan.
I hold up my spear and sword for a moment, and then I put my spear to the ground. I took a deep breath and properly positioned myself for encephalogram.
"Enough with the cerebral embezzlement. Fight with a familiar encephalogram. '
The cerebral cortex is clearly more powerful than the corpus callosum. The cerebral cortex at the extreme of the invention was not only more efficient at workshop switching, but also much more useful than cerebral biopsies. That's why I also tried diligently to practice ceremonial concussion, but I felt that the sword was more suitable than the art of creation. After all these years of fighting with the sword as the primary weapon, we can't just come here and fight like a ghost.
There was only one thought in my head.
Luck!
All I have left now is luck. I said with my sword pointed.
"Precious swordsman. You will yield the priesthood to your successor." "
"... I've been meaning to do that, but I've never seen a friend talk like that before today."
It was a marvelous noble swordsman march, but I shouted ignorantly.
"Hap!"
At the same time, my body shot out at him like the wind. As if the ship was moving faster than usual, the sword was embroidered in the air, shaking in front of the eyes like a residual light. It was clear to the layman that the wind was only moving so fast.
Grab him!
However, the nobleman's advance was to relaxing the giant longsword with one hand and stop my first attack. However, my body was slightly shaken to see if it could not be easily blocked, and I felt like I was shocked by the law. There was a clear difference from the landlord's association that flew into the same room.
Shreeric
At the same time, the serpent's blade shakes like a snake. I couldn't figure out the identity of the herb he was trying to spread, but I felt it was dangerous to leave it alone. So I cut through his upper body as if he were swinging a club with a steel sword. Jinpyeong mixed the transforming channel with the sword and flashed his eyes for a moment.
"Tsaha!"
Tucson
"Ugh..."
I took a step back, biting my lips with the pain of my shoulders being torn off. Suddenly, the speed of the sword in the march has increased dramatically, as if by a snake. I avoided the fatal wound in response to the instant, but the sword of truth was swirling and slitting my throat without end there.
I shuffled and rolled back to spread Narathagon's herbs. It is a herbivore that rolls away and avoids it. It is easy to ridicule Kang Hoe, but it is good for saving his life. I stood up on my knees, bouncing back with the elasticity of my knees, and again I spread the herbs of encephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephalopathy, and this time the nobleman's progress was gently drained away.
Jinpyeong opens her mouth after stepping into a moment of weakness.
"That's quite an internal feat. Swordsmanship is low, but internal combat makes it hard to finish."
"I know better than to mock you."
He seemed to admire my inner air purely.
"As I've seen and heard, it's impossible to have an internal affair like that, even if you've been adopting a top-notch internal affair from a prestigious doorway for more than half a century... How did you come by that?"
"......"
I didn't answer.
The current anomaly could be compressed as internal air versus sword. My sword can't keep up with the heels of the March, but I can fight for centuries because it is so high in defense, attack and agility that it is reinforced by the air. However, every attack of March has stuck with salcho, and if I allow it to take effect once, I will die immediately.
I can't help but notice the level difference. I never thought I'd be able to get my inner circle into a sword painting. It was evidence that Jinpyeong's position in front of her was the best.
"Then let's do this."
Glug-ug
The expression mutters, and suddenly, a sheer flame rises from his blade. In fact, the Qi condensed on the blade was so intense that it was so coagulated that it could be seen in the human eye. I was exhausted and muttered because I knew what it was.
"Blasting Qi..."
Not enough to cause a blade wind, but the moment you realize it, anything becomes like a sword in the world and automatically reaches the New Testament Day. It was the pinnacle of weaponry, and all I had seen in person was the sincere offender and the slaughterhouse. The scary thing about the sword is that it can penetrate through its defensive force and explode the body of the enemy at the right moment.
However, the Ginseng office and the slaughterhouse were not as harmonious as the flames and were purified, clean blade-shaped swords. I asked the unbearable question.
"What's wrong with your sword? The others were like blades."
Then the noble swordsman Jinyeong twitched his eyebrows. He soon answered my question with the expression "Gift of the Underworld."
"It means I'm stronger than they are. The stronger the sword, the more it becomes, the more it passes through the sword.)."
"......"
That's what you call a sword.
I wondered why the Jinzo Office didn't teach me that. And I was able to come to the conclusion that Jinzo had simply not informed me because I thought it was too difficult to reach the point of blackness or blackness. It was normal to think that I would never have to use a sword in my life.
I guess this is it.
I asked for the last time.
"If I beat you, who's next?"
"That's not going to happen."
Too resolute. But I shouted evil.
"Tell me anyway."
"... the doorman will deal with you."
"How strong is the doorbell?"
"You're curious about useless things. Only a volcanic leader and a Taegeum Doorman are able to do it alongside the door sign in the area of the Fallen Lamb. Don't even think about comparing it."
Shhhhh
I answered everything I could, but in return, I was forced to incur the wrath of the noble swordsman's true face. For him, it seemed that thunder nudes like me thought mentioning doodles was also out of the question. I hold the sword in my hands, thinking the result is the same.
"Let's get this over with."
The noble swordsman said decisively, and this time he came at me from that side.
It was exactly 350 seconds after the battle.
Blade marks were flying all around, and the arena was smashed to pieces like a bomb. I was stumbling around with a longsword wrapped around my body, but I felt like I was going to lose consciousness.
I've tried my best to resist death, but it's no match for me.
I had a vast internal airspace, but the noble swordsman Jinpyeong was indeed a great admirer who had an internal airspace for at least 60 years, so I was able to launch the attack. Moreover, I was able to bounce back my attack with the sword.
Jinyeong, the nobleman, looks down at his shoulder and the two wounds on his arm. Then he said as a compliment.
"If I'd brushed your sword for 10 years, I wouldn't have been your opponent."
"......"
"Farewell."
Aaaaah!
I felt an unpleasant foreign body for a moment, and my gaze leapt to the ceiling. The ceiling of the duel was briefly visible, regardless of your will.
This was my third death.
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