Volcanic Spirit

It is a steel bar that has soared more than 20 miles.

As soon as Lee Hwon was hit with his power, those who were hanging from the bar fell like fallen leaves. These are the ways in which the iron ark was suspended even after it died.

Puff, puff, puff, puffing!

Yi Hwon hit the falling ways before they hit the ground.

As soon as the means of maintaining the joints disappeared, the iron bar began to tilt with a groan. And finally someone fell from the top, flapping the hem of the dress. But isn't it falling like a dead man without moving? As soon as I snatched him by the neck in a hurry, the middle of my forehead was distorted.

"What is this?"

It's a woman.

Besides, it wasn't the face of a cow.

The face is the same as the white hawk who burned and killed at Hwachong Palace. Probably one of the ranks. It wasn't very pleasant to see someone with the same face as the woman I killed a day earlier.

I was disgusted by what I said.

"Uh!"

Lee Hwon exclaimed as he tried to crush the woman's face at a blow.

The opponent seemed to have been hanging from an iron bar with ammo and mana in it.

"Ha, pups. Are you betraying me again?"

Cheonnyongjeon Hall has a monstrous technique called Gangrim wedding magic.

No one would be able to escape the influence of magic unless he was a super-high master. Even a super-featured master was able to win favor, win hearts and lure them out.

There's not one thing I must have.

It is the armed forces of the Heavenly Dragon War itself.

'Maybe there is. But the leaders only borrow other people's hands, and in addition to that, they antagonize each other like this."

Now I could see why Cheonnyongjeon Hall was not available to the world for 50 years. That is why the six elders of the political faction were going to try to gain the enlightenment they had gained. In retrospect, Cheonnyongjeon Hall has not been able to come out to the sunny spot until now thanks to their decision to retire. He could not have known where he was because he had been hiding without even informing the private sector.

So they would have made as many as sixteen apostles and scattered them in the middle. They would have tracked the activities of the six elders by moving in the dark areas of the river like a mucous tissue. However, they are a group of people who are betraying themselves as if they are not enough to hold hands with each of each other.

Lee Hwon licked his lips with his tongue as if the raw fish was frozen, and then turned the woman around. Then he hit hard on the spot where he had sublime and mana. They don't know the enemy's blood-spots, so they're trying to break it with force.

Puck!

It's pierced.

However, the opponent could not avoid serious injuries enough to shake his heart.

Doesn't it matter, though?

The woman drained her blood like a fountain and went to waste.

"Laughing out loud!"

Lee Hwon gave the woman no leeway to recover her senses.

If you give room to the wicked, wouldn't you think of something else?

The moment I grabbed her by the collar, the woman screamed.

"Name."

"Annan."

It comes out easier than I thought.

They are the ones who can'

Yi Hwon was majestic in his sorrow.

His face was full of water like a white hawk. He was injured in such a state, and vomited blood, which made it difficult for him to act. A weak man would have wiped away blood and tears without thinking.

"Where did you go?"

"He's gone."

The answer is too fast.

Rather, I felt bad.

"Are you going to betray me?”

"Because he did it first."

"Black?"

"I did wear black."

"Where did it go?"

Anan smiled wistfully at the moment.

I didn't think of her smiling, which was supposed to be a tearful face. Shouldn't a child be sad if it's a child out of joy and anger? But her smile was full of sorrow rather than joy.

"I see why he wants you. What's more sad than wanting something you can't have?”

"If you're going to keep talking nonsense, you start by pulling out all your teeth."

Despite Lee Hwon's threats, Anan breathed as if looking at a distant mountain.

"He enjoyed your attention. He clapped for the fact that he recognized himself and liked it like a child. And he called me. He said he'd give me a good view and asked me to go up there. I didn't go. Unfortunately, it was after I sent the person who stood by me down. I told them to gather a bunch of them to create a volcanic eruption. That was a mistake. His bravery was beyond my control. Eventually, he was caught in the bloodstream and was forced to become a bait hanging from a pole.”

Lee Hwon frowned at Anan's personal details.

"Mugong? Did the black man spread his sword?”

"You know something about us. I don't know, but ambiguity couldn't have killed him easily. She's a dirty girl, so I'm sure she's letting her talk."I asked if you had mastered martial arts!"

The moment I put strength on my hands, Anan's face turned white like a white sheet.

"I've never seen that. But I didn't know he was the head of Orswa."

"Five seats?"

"The Secret Service or the three fighters who went to deal with you were among the five. One plus five is less than an old man carrying a black man."

Lee Hwon arranged his thoughts with his eyes closed for a while.

At that moment, he turned his head and looked toward Nakanbong Peak.

"Did he go there?"

Anan began to laugh.

"Hahahahaha! You said you'd eat it cooked more. The old man of Hana Volcano said he would take her to the temple and offer her a sacrifice.”

Quasik!

Lee Hwon smacked Anan in the face.

Soon he struck a hundred rounds of blood, exploded his heart, and trampled on his Danjeon. Her face was still full of water, as she was cut with blood in the Seven Drains.

He died before the ganglim wedding was broken.

Yi Hwon ran down the cactus, leaving her like that.

"Anju!"

I've spoken up several times, but he didn't answer.

The charlatan faithfully fulfilled Lee Hwon's request.

It was a constant blend against Gong Neung-chilja and Samyeong-su-ryong.

Now they know.

The Manga Chug showed no real skill.

According to military law, it is a great opportunity when the enemy does not exert all his might. However, no matter how hard they performed and tried their best, there was no time to stab them. I couldn't help but be frustrated by the way I got more entangled in the loose ends of the thread.

"This is the plum tree."

As soon as the manga spread its hands wide and shook them, Jangyeong was rampant.

"It's written in the B-rated that I was inspired by the child's hand-pulling to catch it when the plum blossoms were rampant. It was a coagulation, and what I'm going to show you is a cohort. It's like a tiger's claws, right?"

The third of the coquettish lacquerware firmened his face when he saw his hem of clothing torn off. If only three more pieces of the manga's hand had just come in, the heart would have been torn. But it was still a situation that could not be avoided or prevented.

Pavat!

The charlatan stepped back.

He took a backseat and sighed.

"I didn't originally like plum triad. Somehow it looked like Sorim Ozzo. But this time, I realized that the child's hand movements are better than the animal's form. It's just a wrong name. You'd better call a coagulation a maesoazo. It's like the kid's laughing and catching a plum."

Ji-byul, the second son of Samyeong Water Dragon, poured out a stream of abuse into her heart.

'Crazy old man to screw up! You mean he's laughing and digging my heart out?'

It is because he was just hit by the Gong Neung-jil.

However, unlike Samyeong Soo-ryong, who still boosted speculation, Gong Neung-ja seemed to be relieved when Mang-a-choo stepped down. The fact that he was close to a super-high meant he was literally close. Therefore, we cannot use a history that does not dry up like a super-peak master. Unlike the Three Young Soo-ryong, the Gong Neung Chil-ja's whole body was already soaked with sweat.

"Hmm."

The charlatan continued to speak as though he were lamenting or teaching someone. Then he fell asleep and stared somewhere else, other than the Three Young Water Dragon or the Gong Neung Pepper.

"There are quite a few uninvited guests today.”

Then, he suddenly walks toward the Gongnyung Chilja.

The Gong Neung-chija hardened his expression, and shook his hand holding the sword. But the manga-chug reached near, and could not move until it passed them.

'I'm dying.

Hana Three Young Water Dragon was different.

Among them, the youngest, the philtrum, seemed to have become a mockery of a manga lover, and his heart was filled with anger.

"You're ignoring me!"

Along with the grandiose unity, the grass of extreme recovery flashed.

Argh!

The manga still looked at the entrance of Nakanbong Peak, and the human race rolled about in the same spirit it had been running. And isn't the hand that holds the sword separated from its master at the place where he ran out?

'Wrist and neck.'

The colt swung the sword twice.

Daeyuja, the large size of Gong Neungja, looked at the sky.

The perforation also failed to budge, with an expression like a great Confucian scholar.

'I didn't see it.

The manga went down from the summit, treating him as a man without Gong Neung and Samyeong Water Dragon. Then, he stood with his hands behind his back in the run-up to the Long March.

"Who are you?"

Opposite the Long March were a black man and an old man carrying him on his back. In addition, a private guest, who Anan considered to be a guard, had lined up with his subordinates.

The number alone was over fifty.

The black man noticed his intentions the moment Lee Hwon disappeared. Thus, Anan was hung from the top of the horizontal bar and took a different route to reach Nakanbong Peak.

The more you watch, the better.’

As if waiting for the time when the fruit ripens.

When he came down the Seoninbong Peak, a lion who seemed to have disappeared under the mountain followed. Anan regarded the messenger as a guard, but he was simply the second in command of the Five Seats.

Therefore, the black man smiled brightly even though he was ahead of the long march.

As long as there was an old man carrying himself on his back and an assassin, he had never thought of losing.

"Let's go."

One old man did not move.

Doubts formed in the black eye.

The old man was close enough to carry himself on his back, even though he was the head of Five Jwa. And I have never refused orders or requests from a black man.

"It's not good now."

The black man narrowed his forehead to a word from the old man.

"Why?"

"He doesn't keep away from Shinma's enlightenment now. He accepted Shinma's enlightenment and learned it as his own. It's no exaggeration to say that we've opened the door to absolute geography."

It is a kind voice as if explaining to one's child or pupil.

"But now is the best time. Now that you've postponed Lee Hwon, you have to take him with you. Do you mean you lose, called Gwangmuje?"

One old man is unassuming.

"I don't know that. Hana's opponent still hasn't escaped the lingering imagery. If you deal with him now, he will not stop until he dies drunk in the afterlife. Didn't you say we should save him? I can beat him, but I'm not confident of saving him."

"What about the assassins?"

The messenger bowed his head.

"I can't handle it if you can't."

The black man did not lose his smile when his plan was about to be completed.

"I see. Both were unripe fruits after all."

"However, if he has more ties to the volcano, he won't be able to act as concisely as he is now. If that's the time, you can take him as you please."

The old man closed his mouth at the end of the horse, and the messenger could not raise his head.

The black man shouted in a bright voice.

"Let's go back. There's nothing more to gain from the volcano today."

At that time, the manga chug gave a grilling across from Changgongjando Island.

"There! You're just going?”

At the same time, a strong spirit began to break through the gale and become entangled beyond the Long March. The old man waved his hands lightly, carrying the black man on his back. Then the gale turned into a breeze and scattered in all directions.

"I'll have a good day next time."

Gwangmuje disappeared with a black man at the end of the sentence.

The long janggongjando Island, where even the dead and his men disappeared, was filled with coolness.

"Ha."

The manga-chug sighed, looking at the space where they stayed for a while.m. He had heard and sympathized with the words of Gwangmu Emperor.

"I can't cross because I have something to deliver."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun