Volcanic Sphere

Towards the Damho and Honor was a very quiet resort. This place, once a big square, is now only a ruin.

The walls and honor stand on the ruins and stare at each other. At the back of the prestige stood a fortune teller and a real man. They looked at the wall and the honor with a very tense gaze.

Rrrrrrrrrr!

Honor took out the sword and heard it.

It was an ordinary blue-sword. But from that moment on, the blue-sword was never ordinary.

Pot!

Honor rushed towards the wall without notice. It was the ultimate plot of volcanic waves, the Amphitheatrical Table.

Like a fragrance that spreads out in the dark, the honor approaches the wall without sound and swings the sword.

Wedges!

As if a sword had flown through space like a thunderstorm. An eclipse of an ordinary transcendental army. But the momentum contained in it was not normal. I didn't dare to pay any attention. I changed my trajectory with a bayonet.

Shhh!

Honor's feet swung the earth. The sword that bounced out again aims for the heart of the Wall.

Damho bounces his sword with an elongated guillotine. But the sooner you bounce, the sooner you bounce, the sooner the Black Honor will return and attack the Wall.

The speed at which Honor wields the sword is increasing, making it invisible to the servant.

Seeing that, the current Jinn murmured.

“Diffractive wheel. ”

It was the name of the noble vinegar.

It has a name, but has no special type and expression. It was a technique to dig the enemy's loopholes by relying on maximized senses and instincts.

Shh!

The Sword of Honor cleaves the air with delight.

Then an intense screening burst.

“Chainsaw. ”

Breaking everything is a rain of swords.

If Damho hadn't spread the shatters, he would have suffered a fatal wound.

It was clearly different from before the Black Honor.

If his sword had been formerly glamorous and frightening, his black sword was now straight and intense.

Shhh!

His sword flies with the blood of an elongated wall. There was no mercy in his sword. Once he was beaten, he was desperately looking for a place where he had no choice but to lose his life.

If it had been unmanned other than Damho, he would have panicked and become distracted. I was that scared of the Black Honor.

Plum Gum.

It was the name of the swordsmanship he unfolds.

It was devoid of existence in previous volcanic history. It is because honor and the true man were created together.

The sword of honor was originally a feast of ascension called the Bloomwork Sword. This sword, made by a true swordsman, had a deadly power, but had the disadvantage of lacking the harmony of airborne forces. Because of this, I have not been able to fight against Damho before.

Plum Ball Sword was a sword made by supplementing the Blood Ball Sword. Thirty-six herbivores were reduced to only nine, and the association of each herbivore was organically made possible by numerous combinations.

It was not easy to be a one-on-one. Obviously, honor itself was impossible. Without the help of the current Jinn.

After the current Jinn returned to the volcano wave, Honor went to his residence every day to discuss the futility.

He was the real man who made the monogamy of Damho together. Even though the body did not spread the herbs properly, the knowledge contained in the head was still pierced through the sky.

He went out one by one to find the problem of a blood clot with honor. The improved hematopoietic swab became a plum swab.

The horse was a Plum Spear Sword, and the honorable Sword was composed of herbs that had nothing to do with Plum.

A series of herbivores such as Bloody Wind (亂 Wind), Charcoal Horse ( Blood), and Black Sea Days were spread.

I summoned the Black Blood Wind of Honor and created the Sea of Swords.

It was like a storm. The thunderstorm created by Honor seemed to tear the walls apart in no time. But honor was not reassuring.

The opponent was Damho.

A man the world calls a bohemian.

He punches at the storm that Honor has caused.

Bang!

The storm that was so violent disappeared without a trace of a single strike. A stiff face of honor was revealed.

Pot!

Damho made a replenishment.

A new wall that shortens the space in a straight line. Before his body reaches it, the pressure to process first overflows and presses the body of honor.

‘Coming.’

Myunggyeong bites his lips and spreads the herbs of Sword Cloth during Plum Gum.

A splendid sword spread before him.

Geez!

The waves in the bayonet were intense. The sceptre that was so rigorous was shattered like glass.

If honor had been the same as before, it would have been embarrassing and outrageous. But the honor is different than it used to be.

The moment the vinegar of the Black Cloth was broken, it was already spreading another herb. That was the adrenal response. But Damho was ruthless.

Kwaang!

Once again, his strike exploded.

Honor does not win the shock and retreats. His head was unraveled and his mouth was covered with blood. It's an internal injury.

Fuchem!

Once again, the body of the wall has been formed in a straight line.

More than filling again.

Honor was evil at it.

The power of the replenishment has been processed. Over the past three years, I've realized that I've been sticking around a lot. Once pushed against the replenishment, you realize that avoiding the body will not restore the suppressed airline once again.

Whether he was killed or Bob, he had to stick to the front.

“Chaaah!”

Honor wields his sword with his fist. Against him, Damho opened his allegiance.

Kwaang!

The heat exploded.

I retreated with a glimmer of honor.

The damho rushes and grabs the collar of honor. I'm about to launch an earthquake. Immediately, Honor grasped the wall's wrist, whilst simultaneously rotating his body and lowering his sword.

The sword threats put his hand on the honorable collar. However, he did not step back. Rather, I dug deeper into the arms of honor.

A fist that stretches out like a whip, a dagger spread out.

Pueblo!

“Argh!”

Honor retreated with a frown on his face. The right shoulder was swollen quickly after being hit by Danyang. Honor changed his sword with his left hand.

It was then.

“Move three blocks to the right and spread the snowstorm. ”

The voice of the current Jinn digs the ear of honor. Honor did not have any questions about it, but followed the words of the current Jinn.

When I moved to the right, I escaped the power of the Wall like a lie. Subsequently, the snowstorm herbivores unfolded.

The swordsman stabbed me in the air. From the position of the wall facing the front, I gave the illusion that my eyes were scattered. So the name of the vinegar was also Snow Cherry Wine.

It was followed by the voice of the current Jinn.

“Diffractive wheel again. ”

The Sword of Honor draws a strange trajectory and flies towards the wall.

Ka 'ang!

The moment the dam-ho bounces off the sword, the voice of the true man echoes.

“Spread the bloody horse. ”

Honor followed the voice of the true man without a doubt.

It was a fraternity that fought with this versus this. But Damho didn't say anything about Moore.

They've been fighting like this for a long time.

The dam was a huge wall that could not be crossed. The presence of Damhoe, not only in honor, but also in the present Jinn, was so great. In order to hand him over, Honor and True Man agreed.

As the visions widen, the magnificent matchbook sword becomes more sophisticated. The current Jinn guides honor with a wide field of view, and honor follows his words.

Honorable matchbook sword adds power. The seal of the sword has overflowed the wall.

At this moment, a fierce force swirls through the body of the damho. It's a waterfall. Damho covers the Plum Spear Sword with a thermoscope around his body.

Kuwaaang!

The same sound as the screaming of the beast resounded in the volcano. The squadron shook as if it were an earthquake, and a gust of sunshine swayed.

Due to strong winds, Jinjin and Ungyeong did not open their eyes properly.

“Argh!”

A frustrating new voice came out of the dirt. The moment he heard the new voice, Jinjin intuited that honor had been defeated.

“You lost again. ”

He sighs.

As the dust cleared, the landscape of the intestines widened. I saw the honour he had guided on his knees. He was coughing with an elongated cough with his head bent on a sword. Every time, the hematoma drenched his chest.

With only enough internal wounds to die, the honour was shattered and the wall stood in front of it like a statue.

The current Jinn shakes his head. Three years of deliberation and challenge returned to the bubble.

The current Jinn sighs.

“Phew! You can't win once. ”

“Don't get too upset, bedtime. But didn't you do your best so far? That alone is the development of the nobility. ”

Ungyeong, who was by his side, comforted the current true man. But it was not at all comforting for the current Jinn and Honor.

Ungyeong's eyes sparkled.

I was able to come this far because of the presence of Damhoe.

Everyone was desperately able to dump him because he was willing to be his opponent.

Ungyeong murmured.

‘Thank you.’

A large mountain facing a volcano in the middle of a deep valley. Facing the main peak of the volcano, he was called Samkonsan ( ) because he was like three elderly people.

Samson was a place where Sansé was so rough and hard-working that even those who had learned nothing were reluctant to come up. Even the warriors familiar with volcanic waves were reluctant to come here.

A man came up to the top of the Tri-Council. It was Damho.

The mountain beast comes up lightly, covering a rough mountain path that is reluctant to come up. I didn't have any problem with him getting a leg.

I've been up here almost every day for the last three years. I spent a lot of time in Jin Moo Palace because of Master, but this was really his home.

Damho toured the summit of the mountain. The terrain here has been rough and rough for a long time. But now it was flat. All that popped out was a giant rock in the middle.

The numerous footprints on the top of the mountain were all damned.

This was Damho's prime minister. Damho spent most of his time here, other than fighting with the Volcano disciples. Otherwise, the hard earth was shredded under the dam's feet and turned into a solid stone.

Damho looked at the top of the slippery mountain. At the top of the mountain, where the darkness had fallen, a large moon was rising and shining brightly.

Kung!

Damho stepped out strongly. A replenishment unfolds beneath the brightly shining full moon.

Starting with the replenishment, Damho launched a monologue.

The appearance of a wall that successively releases herbs such as sesame seeds, oziammo seeds, and earthquakes was even eradicated.

As if he had a lifetime ahead of him, he did everything he could to get the hang of it.

Quarr!

The atmosphere fluctuated, and the summit of the Tri-Commission sounded curr. Damho forgets everything and opens up a monogamy.

All his movements formed one line. Danyang battles, allegiances, and monolithic walls seemed to merge into one, and then returned to replenishment.

Kung! Kung!

The footprints of the dam were taken at the top of the mountain. That way, the floor is again chopped and hardened.

There were numerous feasts in the volcanic wave, but only one was in the Dam Ho. The beginning was with the present Jinn, but by now it had only become the martial arts of Damhoman.

Every time the dam-ho punches, the air bursts out. It was like dozens of successive bursts of wall bullets.

Ungyeong thought that Honor had drawn some power from the wall. But it was a misfortune.

The power of the dam was only that much.

Kwakwakwakwakwak!

Twenty-four years of breathing were poured into a huge rock at the top of the mountain.

Quarr!

A huge rock collapses into sand. Each grain of sand was finely ground so that it could not be seen.

under hematopoietic blood.

It was the final chapter of the monogamy.