Volcanic Sphere

Fugue!

A real man bounces through the wall. His head was hunched, but his eyes were shining cold.

Stab!

The hand holding the sword was ringing.

The wind blows over the collapsed walls.

‘Coming.’

The true man swung his sword.

Chemistry!

In front of him, a red plum blooms. Plums made with swords.

Blood Flower Sword.

It was his swordsman who made it for the honor of his disciples. But the power of honor and his power was a heavenly vehicle.

Kwaang!

Fatal spine and blood-blooded sword collided.

The blood blossoms of the True Witch blossomed before they were ripe, and the pollen soared from the shoulder of the wall. However, the wall rushes toward the true man without changing one's face, as if he did not feel pain.

I ran without any real help.

His sword aims for the whole lump of Damho.

Kakakan!

Damho's fist and sword have been hit.

It was common sense that no matter how hard human flesh was, it could not be struck by a sword that was iron. Wounded by a sword the size of a child's finger, it was a fragile human body.

But Damho was shattering people's common sense.

His fist was wrapped around a net of gibberish, which was run by Eun Mansu. Gigi's net protected his fist from the machete of the true man.

Kakakakan!

With fists and swords striking, the sound of elongated iron flows.

Bloomingly, the piggy is repeated, and the broken sword bounces off everywhere.

“Huh! That's a good idea. ”

Whilst wielding the sword vigorously, the true man snorts. But I was surprised by the power of the Wall.

The blood-blooded sword made for the honour of the disciples was an algebra that would be able to reach the level of the high tide. I was resolving that kind of mathematics without hesitation.

He seemed to know why Honor had been beaten by Damho.

Damho's indifference was so powerful that it could not be seen as a late index. Even the real real one can tremble.

Even if I didn't want to admit it, I had to admit it.

Damho was an absolute mastermind. At least his powers were not at all handy compared to his own.

Ooooooooo!

His prayers changed when he acknowledged Damho as an enemy. It also changed the way he unfolds his sword.

Shh!

A sharp ripple resounded.

Jeez!

It seems to be a light strike, but the body of the hit wall is pushed backwards. There was a sneeze on the sword and fist of the true man, and blood was flowing.

The true man grabs the egg lightly as if he were a sword. But when I looked closely, I could see that there was some space between the hand and the handle, and the sword was circling alone.

It was like a living creature, scattering an unusual black vibe that was bicycling in the hands of the true true.

Shhh!

The True Man once again scatters his sword toward the wall.

It wasn't a special herbivory or a school holiday. It's just plain herbaceous, transverse. Nevertheless, the wall could not be avoided.

When the ball reaches the pole, it can also contain a lot of energy and energy in plain herbs.

That's what the True Man said.

Everything you think about, without the courtship of herbivores and without following the formalities, becomes frustrating.

It was the land of the Heart that transcended the so-called New Testament Day.

Just one more step out of here and you'll be on the verge of a true heart biopsy. It was the land that the True Man wanted.

Wedges!

The Sword of the True One flew terribly.

Everything I thought about became a novice, and I became resilient as I thought.

Like a dancing Muhee, the gesture of a true sage was even more beautiful. But the sword in his movements was indeed slaughtered.

Geez!

With the sound of iron, the wall's body was pushed backwards.

I've already been wounded three or four times in the Battle of Charlna. Blood was shed from the cleaved skin.

The horror, the cold, awakened the spirit of the Wall.

Chemistry!

The thermoscope wields his whole body.

The sword of the true swordsman, who was coming in a sharp orbit, was slightly twisted by a torpedo.

Damho digs without missing the gap.

Quaah!

The Oziam waves are intense and the truthful body is pushed backwards.

The dam-ho floats in the air. The angle of blood flow and the angle of coal are alternately widened.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

An elongated sound bursts out and the truthful man is pushed back, leaving deep footprints on the floor.

Anger rose from the heart of the dam.

He was a truthful man whose name was Master Jinn's current death sentence.

If the priest had been so badly injured, he would have had to run away from everything and be the first to come.

He was trying to establish authority by setting up a house. Growing up with all kinds of benefits from the prestigious faction, he doesn't really want to see people in low places.

The arrogance and arrogance of being chosen from heaven. It caused the anger to erupt which was potentially in the heart of the Wall.

‘It will be broken. ’

It will show you exactly what the low power of the climber is from the bottom, and what the strength of the weed that has always been trampled on.

The monolithic wall impacts the texture of the air.

Geez!

The attack of the real man has been offset.

Incontinence spread like a spider web on his sword. For the first time, I remembered a faint aura on the face of the true man.

Danyang's assault was once again intense on the sword. Not necessarily, the sword that was at its limit was shattered like glass and scattered everywhere.

I lost my weapon to drowsiness. However, the true true believer shrugs between the scattered specimens without a single frightened look.

A rock float called the best volcanic wave. As the fragrance drifted quietly, so did the true swordsman who came to Damho.

It was no different from having a sword for an unmanned man at the level of a true swordsman.

His hand blade became a sword.

Tadadadadadak!

I repeated that the fist of Damho and the hand of the True Man hit and fell dozens of times.

The swordsmanship of a true swordsman with bare hands was perfect. But his hand blade in place of the sword did not.

“Argh!”

His hands were swollen.

The truthful man does not win the pain and retreats. At that moment, the wall rushed forward.

A vicious pupil twinkles through his hair and digs deeply into the heart of a poisonous checkerboard truman.

A true swordsman endures the pain and opens the bayonet again with his hand.

The dam-ho curled his back. He was a goldsmith, a defenseman inspired by the circular body of the Scarecrow.

The attack of the True Man bounces off the oblique line. In the meantime, the heart of the truthful man was wide open. I dug the gap with a replenishment.

Bang!

The waves were intense.

These are the techniques used by the true man to hand over the blood clotting sword to the honorable man.

Replenishment and dissipation have become the basis of the present monogamy.

“Huff!”

The true man flies backwards, sprinkling blood.

Fortunately, I was able to avoid being traumatized because I quickly pulled up my manoeuvres to protect my chest. Instead, the viscera shook and the blood boiled.

The true man was not given time to sink the blood vessels. It is because Damho has spread the replenishment.

Thousands and tens of thousands of jumps to the rocks to overcome the natural limitation of being a cripple.

When others learned how to act comfortably, Damho had to risk his life.

At that moment, every day that I risked my life made me now a wall.

His fist was filled with Master's tears and the blood of the Wall.

Bang!

Argh!

The truthful man stumbles on his fist and retreats.

The head of the truthful man was loosened and scattered, making the demons invincible. When did the true believer, who was always neat, experience such a waste?

The head of the real man was messed up.

Wieing!

Tinnitus rang and her head was white and could not think. The dam-ho unfolds again toward the true man of the sword.

Kwaaang!

The true man can't even scream and rolls to the floor.

“This is my book with Master…… which you have so denied. ”

I threw up the tears in my chest.

Damho only performed the Phaseong Chu.

I wanted to show it through the pharyngeal spine.

It should be noted that a physical disability called crippling foot is not a human limitation.

The world is not led by the perfect.

Not everyone can be perfect.

Not everyone is a true believer.

Even those who were not chosen in the world could stand equal to those who were chosen.

The wounds engraved on Damho's fist were evidence of the struggle and proof of the life he had lived.

Quajic!

“Huff!”

The true man flies backwards, sprinkling blood.

He did not even know if he had already lost his mind.

Pot!

Damhoe followed the flying swordsman with his replenishment.

His cauld-like fist coalesces with strong resistance.

The same wreckage, but its power ran through the previous wreckage and the orbit. In this one shot, the true man will lose his life.

The rupture of the Damhoe was the moment when it was shot at the head of the true man.

“No! ”

“Bye-bye! No. ”

The disciples of the volcano clan, who were in the first place, blocked the front of the truthful.

It was the wall that destroyed the true man who looked up like the sky. It was impossible to stop the work of such a wall.

And yet, I stopped him. To protect the true man with his own life. To prevent a bigger catastrophe.

Still, Damho's fist did not stop.

The disciples of the volcano closed their eyes.

Kwaaang!

Heaven and earth trembled.

The dust soars high in the sky, and the earth vomits and weeps. Subsequently, a tremendous wind pressure hit their entire body.

I admired the tremendous pain, but I felt no more pain.

The disciples of the Volcano opened their eyes. Then I saw a wall stretching out in front of them.

It looked like a horrible assassination.

The madness and the pressure were pressing on their hearts. Still, I didn't think I'd use my hands anymore.

“Shh, shh! Thank you.”

The Jesuit petition was courageous and said to Damhoe.

His voice became a signal.

“Goodbye! Thank you. ”

“Thank you for seeing the situation in your hands. ”

The disciples of the volcano bowed their heads indignantly to the dam. But the wall did not give them sight.

His head is facing the courtesy with his mouth open on one side.

The nobleman was trembling like a lion.

Following the Siphmus Mountain of the Demonic Movement, even the Volcano's real sword was smashed into the hands of the Wall Ho.

It was an unbelievably overwhelming walk.

Dam Ho is a poet, a poet, and not a cover-up. It's just shattering everything that stops it.

I knew that for sure today.

‘The author is not just a demon. The King of Destruction, yes! He is the ruler of this era. ’

Who regards power as the best value.

It was impossible to intertwine him with existing order and discipline. So I felt even scarier.

Damho opened his mouth.

“Find it!”

“Yes?”

“Find the Devil and the Tough One. ”

“I'll do that. I will definitely find it.”

The middle hand shouts loudly in a floating position.

Damho turned around.

Quarr!

At that moment, the huge wall behind the volcano disciples collapsed like a sandcastle. Then the disciples of the volcano realized.

The last attack on the dam was intense on the foreground at the back, not on them.

I felt chills in my whole body.

“Goodbye!”