Triple Yellow Oze 24093;
My first number was a plot of the second brain, and the first number of tomatoes was a plot. As my sword protrudes through the air like a flash of light, Toma deploys a veil to stop my attack. At the same time, sparks and brainwaves flare up to announce the start of the battle.
Kieing
My inner aerial landscape was immense, so the diagram seemed to easily cross the center of the veil and reach Toma's critical point. However, Tooma relaxed out of the pavement to switch to paint from the veil and flew back at me, knowing what level of internal air I was in.
Boom!
This is also one herb. I laid the sword long and shocked it a little bit, and the distance from Toma became three again. After the beginning of the search, my curiosity boiled in Toma's eyes, and I slowly tried to show them what I had.
The cheerfulness of the full moon exam popped out. While refining the heart of my sword, I felt like I had broken the wall once again, and it worked for Toma, the super powerhouse. On the other hand, in the shining tornado that radiates like light, Toma turns back and defends only around his body, slightly embarrassed.
Thaad
Toma's body rises to the top of the page. Aside from the chaotic landscape, jumping from the top to the top was more of a patchwork thing, but Tooma was strangely able to show me his back.
"Is that absurd?"
Of course, the more unusual the posture, the more likely it is to be a number of his spleen. If you can see your back, the number of enemies who stab you directly becomes involved. That's why I was out of attack range by using the Scorpion Blade instead of cheering for the full moon.
Sasat
In an instant, Toma and I changed positions. I used a majestic sword candle to block and press further attacks by Toma, and Toma began to push out of there.
Gurgle!!
The cerebral tone echoed once, and only this time, Tooma's blade struck out. I pushed Tomas harder as he saw the light of my attack, and Tomas struggled to bear the internal differences and had to retreat two steps. While Toma again resigned to the shape of a burnt body, I continued to follow her to the brink of death.
Toma's degree runs through the heavy vacuum. This time, I used my glasses and took power to the ground.
Kuang!
There was dirt between me and Toma. Even in the dust, we were staring at each other. And then I had a moment of weakness, and this was just a 20-second exchange.
"Ooooo…!!"
"Amazing!!"
I heard elasticity pouring out of the audience. The first real exchange of the very best is because it itself has an example that is equal to the dance of the best. But I couldn't be boastful because I knew that this glamour was a result of not eliminating all the flaws in me. The more extreme, the less glamorous it becomes and the simpler it becomes.
"......"
Tooma, who was facing me, looked at his path. There were two or three scars on the day, and there were teeth out. So Toma flew under the stage for a moment, plugging the existing road into the ground, and pulled a new path out of the nearby stand.
He sighed.
"What? Why didn't I know a guy like you before?"
I said with a bitter smile.
"Some of you know the vastness of the world."
"Your sword is quite different from the one I've been hearing about. Is that a new sword?"
"Well..."
I felt embarrassed by Tooma's question. It was not a question of how to answer, but a question of the fuzzy position my swordsmanship had reached today. The supernatural master of the nemesis was clearly able to distinguish between the swords of the nephrine, which suggests that my current sword has changed enough to argue that he is [another sword].
"Did the end result of the sword change when mixed with the heart of the ginseng wand? '
It was the fact that I did not feel it when I was ignoring the priests of the cerebral kidney. I thought about it for a moment and answered Tooma's question.
"I don't think so. It's an evolutionary form of the Maturity Blade."
"Heheh... Improving martial arts in only half a century. Brain kidneys must have been pretty pissed off."
"If you want to use a jammer, don't do it. Why are you bluffing about taunting me?"
Toma still doesn't seem to be taunting or rude because of Safa's fame. As I grumbled, Toma smiled and replied.
"Heheh heh. Isn't this a friendly bee? Don't get too hot."
Even before I could answer, Tooma took a breath first. It was a subtle and adequate shortness of breath, as if to induce a gap in me, so I had to be a little embarrassed and get rid of his infections.
"Shit."
Even this gap is what Tooma stabbed me with reading my mind. He notices that some profanity or awkward provocation doesn't work on me and stabs me in the breath.
Boo Woong
At the same time, an intangible Qi appeared around the figure of Toma and condensed, and I realized that it was a precursor to the use of the fully-fleshy Bigi. A moment later, Tooma howls across the road.
"Blood Wind 26028;!"
A sudden burst of tooma's paint leaves two remains. I took flaws and looked at the change because it was unusual. Then, the herbs turned red, splitting like egg yolks.
Should I take it head-on? '
But somehow I felt that wasn't the case. I thought of going carefully, so I quickly dodged the path of the Bloodshed, and the Bloodshed was scattered to the side in vain. Toma exclaims in annoyance as she makes a look of regret.
"That's too much! What's so fast?"
"What's fast? You're slow."
"That's ridiculous."
I didn't understand Tomas complaining. Just because I saw the bloodshed, I only avoided the trail with a blizzard. Does that mean it's that fast? However, as I began to compete with Toma and Swordfish, I realized what it meant to feel free to retreat from his attack range.
"......!!"
This is the power of the Apocalypse!
Not only does it speed up the speed and change of the landing, but it also speeds up the momentum of ordinary herbal brawls, so you can choose your own attack and dodge. If skill level becomes extreme, I can create a brain projection to make Derivative Herb, but I haven't reached that level of skill yet.
That's why Jinzo said he could beat me! '
It was a great advantage that the level of swordsmanship was second, and that the circumference in the battle against Toma was much quicker. I felt much less burdened than Tooma because I could avoid it whenever I wanted in a life-threatening herbal match. Moreover, I am in a state of absolute dominance because I will not be left behind in the civil war.
Then the trick is simple. Instead of refraining from using the encephalogram or the crest of the Maturity Blade, I confronted him with a beginner by inducing Toma's effacement. It was a bad choice in a situation like this, although it was powerful, but the gap was large enough. Instead, he aims to eliminate any room for Tooma to counter with an attack that is plain and flawless.
Kaga River!
Ka 'ang!
Tooma seemed to have quickly come up with my strategy as if it were a thick remnant in practice. He frowned and turned into a defensive herb, and became a figure aiming back at me to become one. I focused my mind and slowly attacked Toma from all over, as he was the best response I could.
You hear Tomas mumbling nervously.
"You can't keep up with the will..."
After about a hundred and fifty seconds, Tomas' mental strength shifted and he saw a weakness. I felt like I could just hit the infertile blood part. But the weakness was so obvious that I immediately conflicted.
Is this a trap?
He had been taught by Lee Kwang countless times that his weaknesses were not his weaknesses. I thought that weaknesses could not be easily seen in the fierce battle of ultra elite masters. But at the same time, the desire to quickly overwhelm this boring workshop rose in my mind.
"......!!"
My choice was to step back one more time. As soon as I didn't attack that weakness, I felt like Tooma's weakness had disappeared and I felt sorry for myself. But I relentlessly slammed my hand against his sword, aiming for a moment when his stamina and mental strength became gaping.
'Quite remarkable. I'm using both hundred-and-a-half ounces.
I've been using the White Crescent ever since. That's why we are fighting while the movement speed of the Jingi is rapidly improving. We are also operating the annihilation report with a sense of anxiety. Despite the brain death penalty, he is doing everything he can, but he also fights equally with Tooma. Toma deserved to be called Madopalma's superhero.
Ka 'ang!
It was a hundred seconds later. As the workshop grows less supportive, I see a gap in Toma's waist more rapidly and rapidly than before. It was much harder to catch and a small disadvantage than before, but this time I thought it was a real disadvantage.
This is it!
Along with the sound of a wedge, my swordfish attacked Toma's waist dance. Toma casts a defensive vine in a daze, but his strength is greatly diminished after two slashes and slashes, and soon my sword burrows like a snake into his throat.
Toma seems to want to face you with a final blow, but even so, I avoid the apocalypse. When Tooma's light disappeared, my black again turned to his head, and Tooma had no way to fight back.
Swook
I pulled up my sword and said,
"Do you want to try some more?"
Toma replies indignantly.
"No... I lost..."
And the sulphuric elder who appeared as the judge cried out in a low voice, "Death."
[Brain nephrine, wins!]
The audience was silent as if it had been splashed with cold water. It was a fierce battle, but it was always a haunted chamber, and Toma's defeat was a haunted defeat. Some of the sulfuric acid gates seem to have a stubborn mouth, but they seem to be speechless because of the atmosphere.
I quietly retrieved the sword and put it in the knife, and Tooma laughs in vain.
"Haha... I thought I'd make an excuse to kill you, but you're not brain-dead."
I was hot inside. The brain nephrine has a defeatist nature, so even though it was a shampoo, it was routine reflexes to kill future enemies as an excuse. Even Lee was encouraging it.
Are you familiar with the hallmarks of the renal cortex because you are a common enemy? '
No, I was conflicted about hitting Toma until just now. I just didn't do it because I have eyes and ears to see.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Still, it's your victory. A frightening new dawn has appeared in Kangho..."
Tomas groans and steps off the stage. His back was sagging.
I came down from the stage to wipe the sweat off my forehead, and Lee Kwang and Jin So-chong were waiting for me. Jinzong struck me on my back with a bright smile.
"Well done, Priest! You've done a great job."
Even Lee Kwang next to me didn't smile, but he said in a satisfied voice.
"Very well done. Especially since you're so discreet."
"Wasn't that the first flaw?"
Lee Gwang talked about the two disadvantages I found during the workshop. Lee Gwang replied with his arms closed.
"Yes, if you stabbed the weakness in the first saphenous blood, you would have suffered a great loss by being caught in a gust of amphibious hemorrhage. It was a deliberate trap created by Toma."
"The second weakness..."
"It was a glitch at the end of the battle between you and your mind and stamina. Conversely, if you hadn't stabbed it, you and Toma would have been in a thousand tufts. Of course, your internal skills are much higher, so you may have won in the long run, but they're not that good."
"I see..."
When I was analyzing the interpretation of this light in my head, Lee Gwang put his hand on my shoulder.
"By doing so, you have broken one of the foreheads of the current Kang Ho-moon forest. How are you feeling?"
"Uh..."
I dreamt of my eyes. As it turns out, Toma was one of the very best masters of Sapa Palma, and I defeated him one-on-one. When I didn't answer anything, Lee Gwang smiled and said.
"You won't feel a thing."
"Yes, honestly."
"That's because I know that you have a heaven other than a heaven. And that humility is going to help you grow up."
"I will engrave the words."
"Well done, anyway."
"Yes."
I walked into the waiting seat and smiled bitterly.
The crown jewels!
I myself proved that I was a top-notch athlete in the Kangho Moorim by breaking my helmet, but I knew there were many unseen supreme masters in the world. Not to mention the Soviet Union, the Three Patriots, and Lee Kwang, Jin Xu Chung, or any other subordinate of rank who would exist somewhere in the Christian Church! We cannot rejoice that we have broken a bowl of tomatoes because we soon realized that what was hidden was scarier than what was revealed.
When can I join their ranks?
'You can't be satisfied with this. If we don't study the depth of the ginseng rods and refine the aneurysm... "
As I once again commit to my heart, I hear the grief of the elders of the sulfate tribe.
[Next pod coming out!]
And here I thought the petition was going to go. Because it's obvious that the Dragon Sword Dragon Warrior will come from the other side, and it was always the right placement. I was obsessed with the idea of analyzing martial arts at Jinzo Institute.
But - it wasn't.
On the side of the tortoise, the spirit guide, the dragon, was walking out. As expected, Lee Gwang-ho aims at his spear and begins to climb onstage.
"......?!"
The best of the UEFA in two rounds in a heartbeat!
I looked back at Jinzo with a puzzled look on my face because I had never expected it.
"Execution! What the..."
"Don't panic, priest. It's a natural order."
The gaze of Jinseo's office, who answered relentlessly, was fixed on the stage. He said:
"There's something very big at stake here. We can't lose to each other. They've tried to purge the cerebral nephrine from the start, so once the nephrine is re-absorbed into the gynograft, they'll soon be out of position. And there's a huge difference between five years and 10 years to explore the ultimate misunderstanding."
"......"
"It's absurd for the director to decide the outcome in this situation. It is imperative that an argument be made and the battle be concluded."
I looked at the petition. Then Jinseo smiled.
"Priest. How about you just use me as a discard?" "
"Yes? Oh... well..."
"Of course, it could be, but it's unacceptable for your pride."
Jinzo Chung looked at the dragon rain on the stage.
"Since half a century ago, the teacher has been practicing on him because he wants to defeat him."
"......"
I felt like I knew.
In this situation, if we just oppose the dragonfly to Jinseo office, in the last one, Lee is very likely to break the business. However, it was a matter of his pride that he abandoned his good choices and responded to Lee Gwang-cheon's battle for forgiveness. At the same time, Lee Kwang himself wants to know the power of the Lion of the Law.
I said worried.
"Can we win?"
My question was blasphemous about the teacher, but I couldn't help it. As I knew better than anyone that the skill of the Divine Magician was anti-class, I could not easily raise Lee's odds. Then Jinzo answered.
"It's usually too much. Except for the Legion of Lords, there must have been a slight gap."
"It was meant to be..."
"Keep an eye on the priest."
Jinso smiled.
"How the Apocalypse and the heart of the priest have sublimated to the brain stem."