Volcanic Sphere

I didn't know anything else, but I couldn't stand to disparage the white paper.

He turns his head and loosens the tension on his shoulder. I felt a frown in my straight arm just now, but I didn't care.

The supernova turns the inner ball on the whole body. Then his mood changed. If it didn't seem like it was missing somewhere even a little while ago, I could feel the rigidity that seemed to be full now without missing a single one.

“Hmm!”

As the energy of the supernova changed, tension was also shining in the eyes of Ichra.

The moment the supernova hit the ground.

His fist was littered with white energy.

It was a phenomenon that occurred when three herbivores of the Palaeolithic Church were unfolding under extermination ( ).

Fazic! Fazic!

A white energy emitted a thunderbolt.

Ichra's palms widened. It focuses its energy on the palm of your hand as if it were a shield.

The fist of the supernova is plunged into the palm of Ichra's hand.

Bang!

“Argh!”

I squealed my mouth, and a frustrating intrusion flowed out.

My whole body was tingling, my gut was rattling. The enormous weight on the fist of the supernova (力 ) shook his whole body.

I hurriedly retreated. But the supernova didn't let him back off.

Shuwoo!

As if the wings were running, the new supernova floated slightly on the ground and approached Ichryra.

An unmambo, a white literary corporation, was unveiled.

As if the falcon were spreading its wings wide, the supernova was also close to Ichra with its arms wide.

The eyes of the supernova shined brightly.

“How dare you back off against the Emperor. ”

The Palace of Lords is a volume of extortion.

Strong strength and resilience were needed to spread the right power. If you add speed to it, it's a gold medallion.

Iqaluit retreated, and the supernova rushed forward. It was more speed.

The annihilation of the Orthodox Orthodox Order of the Eighth Reich unfolded.

Dropped! Dropped!

White brain metastases covered the entire arm as well as the fist of the supernova.

A white flashback filled with Ichthyra's retina was extinguishing.

Kwaaang!

“Argh!”

Along with the noise, Ichra flew back. Such dichotomy's breasts were black.

“My lord.”

A group of bloodhounds came running nearby during the crisis of Iqaluit. Black raiders from head to toe merge into a supernova.

“Damn it!”

I rubbed my lips and the swearing burst out.

The eighth century was all composed of seven herbs.

Each herb has enormous power, but that much maneuverability has to be consumed.

Especially after three years, herbivores devoured the inner pores so enormously that it could only be said that they were crazy. Once opened, it was exhausting.

In fact, the supernova was showing the floor.

This business was a loss because I couldn't kill Ikhara without spreading such herbs.

“Cheers!”

Supernova bites her lips and looks around.

Things were not good.

The power of the bloodhounds, who drew so much from where, laughed much more at the factional unarmed gathered at the Evil Shepherd's Gate.

At first, it was viable, but the balance of power was collapsing over time. If only a little more time had passed, most of those in it would have lost their lives.

Choi Yeon Un's gaze turned toward Eun Sohwang.

Ngabo's unleavened men, led by the Pharisees, barely endured. But it was falling from the outskirts as though it was at its limit.

“Damn it!”

Others had to protect them as much as silver petitions, though they might not. If anything had happened to Eun-sung, he would not have seen progress.

It struck me like every day, but I was still the one who took care of the best progress.

However, in order to get to Silver Petition, I had to defeat the enemies who were blocking the front.

‘Hang in there a little bit. Please!’

Unlike the wind, the eyes of the silver petition were shaking vigorously.

Because the blood purple was splattering before her eyes. The blood splattered from the torso of the up-and-down stranger scattered on her face.

“Ah!”

My mouth was full of screams. But Eun-sung only swallowed up her screams with superhuman patience.

“Socheong.”

The silversmith hid the silver petition behind his back.

Half of Ngabo's warriors, who used to defend their silver names, had already lost their lives as a bloody trainer.

They were also rated strong in Segan, but they could not be compared to the disciples of the Old Moon or the Old Age.

Even the Old Moon faction and the Unmen of the Orthodox Age were being pushed by the bloodhounds without any haste. A significant number of unarmed people have died or been injured, and are still struggling.

Much, much lower levels of unmanned Ngabo could endure. At the very least, the escort of the silver petition is standing at the front. Otherwise, it would have been destroyed.

But even now it's at its limits.

“Argh!”

Once again, one of Ngabo's survivors lost his life.

The eyes of the seer who twisted the sword shook.

"Kwak."

The name of the martyr was Zhang Kwon, and he usually remained close to him.

Despite the death of the protégé, there was nothing that could be done.

He was the owner of a martial arts that was strong enough to be called the Black Ghost, but now he is full of protecting the silver woman.

The situation was worsening.

More and more people are falling. And most of them were the Old Moon and the Orthodox Unemployed.

‘This is hell. ’

I wanted to close my eyes and close my ears if I could. But I couldn't.

The catastrophe of the wooden dog, the screams of the people holding her eyes and ears.

“Aah!”

Tears poured over her fine cheeks.

I couldn't stop trying to endure it. As if the tear glands were broken, tears continued to flow.

Shh!

“Argh!”

Another unarmed man in Ngabo lost his life with a horrible wave.

“This is ridiculous……. ”

Eun-sung's father, Eun-sung, trembled.

His face reminded me of an unbelievable face.

I knew that Ngabo's unarmed men were outraged compared to the disciples of the Old Moon Party, but I never imagined that they would fall in vain.

Until he came here, he had a dream. I had a dream that Ngabo would be reborn as Honam Moon Pa with the Mourim Blind on his back.

But now I realize the reality.

The reason why the Mourim Blind was formed was to fight against paganism.

A few decades ago, I had to gather my strength to fight a pagan. He also had to take enormous damage.

Numerous moonshines were exterminated, and far more unarmed people lost their lives. It was enough for the whole Mourim to be swayed by the battle against the pagans.

It was all done by a single force called the pagans.

In other words, it means that the power of the devil is that powerful. I'm strong enough to deal with Murim.

Joining the Mourim Blind meant having to stand on the first line against a horse with such great power.

“Argh!”

It was something that Ngabo could extinguish to get such sweet fruit.

Eun Il Nam only realized that now.

A terrible sense of crisis struck me.

Now the advent of the devil was a fact. Isn't there such clear evidence in front of your eyes?

Chung 'ang!

At that time, an exceptionally clear sword resounded on the battlefield. And an intense wave swept around.

“Umm!”

“Ah!”

A silver-named woman, swept away by the waves, twisted at the same time. The complexion of the two men was pale.

The wave of Qinghuan Jinn and the Golden Martial Arts strikes through the entire Evil Sheep Gate like a storm.

The golden masseuse swung his hand. Then he got up and overcame the Qinghuang Jinn.

The white beard of Qinghuang Jin trembled.

He knew better than usual that he could not deal with strength.

Cheonghur Jin injected ex-excitation into the Age Sword. Then Aziarang blooms and has a faint sword shape within.

“Sword... is it the river? ”

The golden mattress's glance frowns slightly on the golden face.

It is because I did not anticipate that Qinghuang Jin would be on a level where he could leave the sword.

Geez!

The golden martial arts course and the blue-collar sword attack.

Kurr!

Their feud collapsed.

Giwatjiang turned to dust and scattered, and huge columns were crushed and scattered all over.

It was an unimaginable power.

But the face of the blue-green Jinn who swung the sword was not so good. His complexion was thick and blood was flowing from his mouth.

He was seriously injured in only one battle.

It's all the same strength, whether you're taking a course or a blackout. However, depending on the depth of enlightenment, the number of years of ripening, and the depth of manoeuvre, the power was heavenly.

It was very recent that Cheonghur Jin realized the Black River. At least it was barely realized, so it was incomplete.

The form of the sword was that, but in terms of power, it was much lacking.

“Ugh!”

In the end, Qinghuang Jin couldn't stand it and vomited Seekerman's blood.

A golden masseuse looked down at such a blue-green man and said,

“You hid the number of spleen, Malko. I can't believe I cheated on the edge of the selfish river. If I did it wrong, I'd almost get a big loss. ”

Even though the Qinghua Jinn is called the Great Sword of the North, it was the world's central theory that he had not yet reached the point where he could form the Black River.

But Qinghuang Jin went beyond the prejudices of the world and reached the edge of the selfish river. Even though the enlightenment is incomplete, much power has fallen.

“Myrrh! It's not over yet. ”

Even though the age was clear, the Qinghuang Jin ran back to the golden masseuse. It was like a moth jumping towards the fire, knowing it was going to die.

But there was no choice for the Qinghuang Jinn. Because if he gives up here, everyone here will be exterminated.

Cheonghur Jin operated this evil and blackened it.

Han-owned saw the blueprint of such a true man, and it was evil.

Everyone was in a bad fight.

The disciples of the volcano were also greatly affected.

Several of these disciples have already been injured or lost their lives. At least the honor was at the forefront of facing the masked. Otherwise, it might have been wiped out in the first place.

Though the private-service Jinn was struggling, the limits were obvious.

Han-owned was also playing to protect the disciples of the volcano, but it was now at its limit.

“Huff! Huff! ”

She squeaks her lips and the sound of a little breath gushes out.

“You're a good girl. ”

Then one of the enemies approached her.

It was Samsara, one of the three salts of the unmanned who felt an extraordinarily strong prayer. He points the sword at the owner.

His possession was barely floored, while he did not sweat a single sweat. A fight of this magnitude would not be an exercise for him.

“Die!”

He swung his sword.

Grab it!

Han-owned was desperately fighting with thirty-six swords of Plum. But when I ran, my hands and feet were shattered.

Spam!

“Argh!”

After all, the owner who allowed the one-sword on his shoulders missed it.

“Sazor!”

“It's yours!”

The honorable and missionary man who saw it from afar tried to run at the same time, shouting. But they can't take their feet off each other's enemies.

Especially, honor had no way of getting out of the body with his feet tied to his head.

The sword of Samsara falls to his own neck.

“No! ”

It was the moment when honor shouted out.

Kung!

Suddenly, heavy vibrations resounded throughout the bayonet gate.

People winked at the sound that made their breasts as uneasy as it was strange. It was the same for the golden masseuse who overwhelmed the Qinghua Jinn.

Grrrrrrrrrrr! Grrrrrrrrrrr!

The ominous sound growled louder and louder.