Book 12 Chapter - 1

Roe Island, Volume 12

The Blood Fight of the Lightning Song

There was a man about a hundred years ago.

He suddenly appeared out of the blue one day without any warning.

No one knew where he came from.

Of course, nobody cared about his existence at first.

Because it's always happened.

.

People were all afraid of him.

His name gave me goosebumps and made me cringe.

That's why everyone's making it a taboo to even say that name.

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People called him "the god of heaven and earth" with fear, fear and despair.

a flame of jealousy

"Ryu-eon!"

Jiryong Baek Muyong, one of the nunchucks of the Lunar New Year's Day and the most anticipated member of the Hyeongsan faction,

I certainly heard Na-Yerin screaming.

The voice was clear and clear, and the crystal-like raindrops on the silver mirror,

It was the kind of beauty that seemed to fall while playing the notes. Also, it is an abyss.

It's as deep as a lake and as beautiful as a bile, and don't fascinate the listener.

It contained power. But now the voice of urgency, surprise, fear,

It was filled with anxiety.

In the past, the voice sounded like a north wind blowing from the land of northern ice.

It was frozen as cold as a whistle. The cold wind has left me emotional.

It has never been loaded. That's the first sunshine I've ever had.

Melting down like a stream of water, shaking so dangerously! The cold one.

In the past, the voice resonated so high with so many different emotions.

Was there one, too?

In his memory, that never happened. Maybe Assozer

Records of intensive monitoring of the meetings (人集密着監視密着監視): Silk Road;

On the other side of the wall, they call it "Stalking Records."

Enemy professionals are called "stalkers."

There won't be.

Plus, it's been working on a lot of women in its own way.

I've never heard of a pure, beautiful, mysterious man before.

I didn't dare challenge that it was a fascinating voice, either.

At that time, Baek Muyong's eyes caught a strange look of his friend Wi Jicheon.(Not yet

It was a long way off, but it didn't end.

He stooped down and stared blankly at his hands.

There was, like, a life-long, desperate suicide.

That's what it looked like. Hundreds of arrows tremble like rain.

On top of a lost, rotating blade falling wide apart on a chain.

I'll give up my right to life to be so absentminded in such a rough time.

It was an act of madness without parallel.

Baek Muyong felt strange about his old best friend's behavior, but everywhere,

No more attention to him because of the threat of life and constant attacks.

I didn't have time to sweep. At this moment, dozens of arrows are still his life.

He was running for it. a tree with only a pointed iron attachment

If you are beaten to death by branches, you will not have the face to see the investigators of the private sector.

He can't turn his eyes back on himself, because he can't sin against the four gates.

The threat began to deal sternly with the attack. His sword is blowing.

I sprayed a cold sword.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Wi Jicheon is spilling his own empty hands with bloody eyes.I was looking. Apparently, it was a clean empty hand, but the red-blooded snow...

It looked as if it were blood-stained. I'm sure it'll stick to your body.

His hand is an extension of his arm, but now he's got a thousand miles to go.

It felt as far away as the bottom of the luge.

When she was so impatient and impatient, she lost control and sounded.

Have you ever hit him? She's usually hard to even have a normal conversation with her.

Go away.

Wi Jicheon was blinded by jealousy blazing like a black flame.

"LOL! LOL!"

The way he is now, leaving his mind and body to the torrent of emotion over the strings of reason.

It was no different from that of a madman. Seeking to be right with him now.

There was no such thing as a reason. He was now completely off guard.

Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!

An arrow without an eye can't hit a single stray target, and by his side,

Stuck hard on the floor as it brushed through. But he still didn't budge.

Are you going to die like this?

Then a poisonous snake creeping up on the ground toward his heel.

Marie flashed the poison. It's a man who nestles in this ravine.

He was a stranger who lived on something else in a land other than the inhabitants of the place.

The poison it harbors was dozens of times more common poisonous snakes. Besides, the

The poison was like an evil sword brandished at the behest of something.

No matter what the target is for a snake that has escaped from this herd.

It's only good that you chose this dazed man, once you're close, and you're also drooping.

Apparently, the resistance was low, so we could easily subdue it.

It was because, indeed, it was a wise decision.

The black-scaled serpent glows at a pair of white serpentine teeth with fierce force.

No, flying in would be more accurate.

Let's go!

With a flash of light, a viper's foot is about to die.

The head and torso split in half, drawing a thin line of bloodline. Poison

Dark red blood is seeped out of the cut side of the thread and into Wi Jicheon's clothes.

I've marked the red spots.

It was the Trident's Office who saved his life by swinging a sword at a time of crisis.

They were once called Cheollong Samwu, along with Baek Muyong.

There was a time when I threw it. Even now, the name isn't tarnished, but it's already them.

The friendship faded away, and now only the vestiges of the past.

It only remained with a sense of loneliness.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! LOL!"

Despite saving lives, Wi Jicheon says thank you.

Instead, he lips a necrotizing and mocking necrophilia like a madman.

I was letting it slip through.

Now his poem, as if it had been surrounded by deep darkness.

Yae didn't even seem to see his old friend.

"Are you going crazy because of the tension?'

Moyong Hwi slightly frowned. Sometimes, when you're a beginner in the first battle,

I was well aware of the fact that such a mentally ill person came out. to the last degree

Anticipated nerves are triggered by the intense impact of blood, pain and death.

Because it gets torn apart.

But it was soon Moyong Hwi who denied his speculation. As far as he knows, above.

Jicheon was not the owner of such a weak mind. I'll cut my head for a second.Moyong Hwi, who was laughing, realized at some point that Wi Jicheon's necrophilia had stopped.

Moyong Hwi is heartbroken the moment he looks up at Wi Jicheon, who raises his head quietly.

My heart seemed to sink in shock. His eyes are full of hope.

Nihility and despair like the eyes of a dead man that no shadow can be found.

It was full of

"Lol, you've done something useless, my friend. I wish I'd let you die.

It would have been much, much better if it had been.

I wish I hadn't felt the pain of tens of thousands of nails in my heart.

You can't just die now, can you? Because now,

I don't want to die! Instead of that... "

In a gruesomely cold, cynical voice, it's like a desperate person.

WI JICHEON, murmuring, once again glances at his hands.

For a moment, his red-looking hands are unbearably salty.

And he said that his red-looking hands were called Ryu-Yeon.

I thought I'd like to be stained with my own d*mn blood.

A frantic thirst burned through his mouth. That son of a b*tc*.

I cut out my chest, and only blood coming out of my heart is burning thirst.

I thought I could cool it down. If I could cool off this thirst, even for the Devil.

I thought I could sell my soul without hesitation.

An uncontrollable sense of jealousy and guilt meets, ferocious in his mind.

In this ferocious whirlpool, guilt is a sign at some point.

And the hatred that can't stand the emptiness, instead, falls apart.

I filled it up.

An unbearable whirlwind of madness enveloped his mind and body. It's his

The weakened mind and reason were torn apart. But his

No one noticed this change. The arrows pouring from afar.

The struggling Baek Muyong, of course, watched him right next to him.

Not even a shake, his mind slowly eroded into the devil's eye.

I didn't notice.

Some thin line that has been kept so far in the minds of Wi Jicheon.

At some point, one of them broke off.

A feast of non-cancerous men!

- invoking a non-photo of death

"His blood is dead."

A blood sword reported with a face as hard as a stone.

"... I can't believe it."

The red blood was drooling. There is no victory without a price." It

It wasn't that I didn't know. But... in order to get one, the other...

There are times when sacrifices are needed, but they have yet to achieve any results.

It was an accident. Of course, some sacrifices were already made, but you don't tell me.

I never thought I'd be sacrificed to the level of a leader.

"It's amazing how much damage you've done so far. We already

We've lost blood, and they haven't lost anything yet."

Red blood finally settled down and slowly turned back. I'm embarrassed, but...

I thought I'd have to ask them for help.

"I'm sorry, I know it's hard for you, but I'm afraid the Lord of Mo has stepped up to the plate.

You should give it to me."

Then a low and somehow dull voice was immediately heard.

"Okay!"

Green clothes among the three old men who quietly watched the development in the background.

The old man in clothes walked out one step forward and nodded. Old manSkinny as a branch, skinny as a goat, thin as a face.

The long torn eyes glistened as sharp as a viper's.

I'm looking at the brilliant glow of the roaring issue.

It's weird that his whole body has no normal scales.

I felt like a crab. In addition, his thin, long torn pale grayish color.

You're gonna have a red tongue on your lips that's split into two strands.

There was a chilling atmosphere.

This old rusted man is one of the three men in action, Rain.

He was the mother commander of the Sasin Army.

"I thought I didn't need a knife to catch a chicken.

I'm sorry for the trouble."

"Hul, it's okay, it's okay. Never mind. It's all for him.

I don't think it's a waste of time. Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, actually

I've been waiting like a new bride for the first night.

You can't grease a rusty bone that's been left unattended for a long time.

You probably don't know how anxious Nobu was.

Leave it to me."

A snake in the right hand of the mother commander who brags about his monstrous necrotten snake in the right hand.

There was an elegant boss in the form. red beam

The stone is cast in a black, splashing color like poison stuck in the eye of a snake.

This was his German weapon, Mansa Plasma.

Thousands of snakes have been killed by a single stroke of all-around plasma.

I obey his orders absolutely. All of those snakes, they're all bull in one fell swoop.

The crying was only poisonous poisonous snakes.

"Come on, my cuties. It's time for the feast time!"

Beep beep!

Sshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

With a fishy smile hanging around his shallow mouth, he wields all the plasma violently.

A shrill whistle echoed through the air.

Wiggling as if the earth around the mother commander was shaking blackly as a sign of it.

The chilling sound of hissing in the black waves is sharp.

It resonated high and high. The hair of thousands of snakes singing at the same time.

It was this quiet sound.

The wriggling and crying, like the ripples of the beach, are everywhere in a flash.

The other side of the canyon, as if to respond, "shush" distance.

I heard a sound.

The blood test raised an eyebrow unconsciously. It's always a freakish sight.

It was a lovely appearance. You have courage and guts. With whom?

He was confident that he wouldn't lose, but he'd never lose a feast of thousands of snakes.

As soon as I saw it, I couldn't stop my whole body's hair from standing on end.

Flap, flap, babababak!

Hundreds of snakes have emerged from the black tide and no hesitation.

I flew down this ravine. The sky in the canyon is the shadow of the black snakes.

It was filled up in an instant. Rain, one of the absolute photographs of the commander of the Visasin Army.

The photograph was triggered.

Ryu-Yeon then uses the technique of a membrane ridge to walk on a wire fence.

Climbing up like an acrobat and flying over a phoenix-like cliff.

It was rising.

It was at this time that Na-Yerin's screams rang out.

Fickle inclement weather trapped on one side of the ironclad shambles.

Yong Cheon, who was constantly brandishing his sword at the (?), suddenly heard the sound.

I recoiled for a moment at the woman's cry.

The beautiful castle, which seems to be joined by heavenly instruments, is directed at whom?

I don't mean to, but suddenly I'm trying to find a way to get to the object.Infinite envy and jealousy rose.

"For the owner of that clear, wistful voice, Soong-san."

How many of the prehistoric monks in the city will be destroyed.

I also had a ridiculously disturbing thought that shouldn't be the case.

As long as I can get her, no, there's a specious possibility of winning.

If so, there will be many people who are willing to abandon their succession and break it down.

Come on.

Those of you who are brave enough to carry her out at Shaolin Temple,

The fact that you haven't seen it alone is the greatest luck and the greatest misfortune ever.

It could be said to enjoy something at the same time.

Ironically speaking, the sky is jealous of her eyes.

It was certainly a never-before-seen misfortune. But let's see.

Because I didn't, I fell into the temptation of passion, and I didn't suffer from anguish.

They were happy to be able to move forward. How long have you been

He's been so seduced by her unintended seduction.

I knew it well.

Yong Cheon himself also unconsciously soared when he first saw Na-Yerin.

His most powerful way to control his desires is the Geumgang Real Estate Act.

We operate the law of motion with all our might, Lord Darani.

I had to recite from beginning to end. And then it rained.

Soch escaped the temptation of widow, which he had barely been filled with lust.

I was able to keep my composure with

If his training had been a little shallow, he would have studied for ten years.

Achieving achievements would not have been rocket science.

"At that time, I stayed in the private sector for a long time, before I was immune to reason.

I didn't have a tongue.'

It was just then.

"Argh!"

A moment ago, when Yong Cheon was looking back on the past,

Nervous screaming air with a completely different echo from the scream that was guided.

It rang sharply in the ravine, tearing it apart.

I wonder if it's the deafening of the listener.

It was that creepy scream on the road.

Yong Cheon covered his ears for a moment and looked fed up with the pardons of both canyons.

looked up at His eyes are full of seriousness, as always.

It was here.

"......"

After a while, he nodded satisfactorily.

"Well, it won't collapse."

Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!

Vortex-spinning non-wheel sharp flashes of fierce teeth.

It fell down with a violent force. A violent white blade cutting through the wind.

If it's rolled around, it's like a piece of rag.

It will only be a matter of time before it is torn apart.

Ryu-Yeon's response to this was as exquisite as a tightrope walker. Right foot

Slightly chained, he uses that elasticity to be as light as a bird's hair.

Jumped over the cruel teeth of the wheel.

Na-Yerin's worried cry came from down there. Ryu-Yeon's ears.

I felt refreshed. Suddenly, I felt refreshed. If I could think of it, I'd say...

I wanted to wave and smile at her not to worry, but weaver.

Teemingly irascible men didn't give me time to do that.

Tens of thousands of arrows flew targeting him, creating a pagan castle.

Ryu-yeon never intended to be their target for practice, so again.

I kicked my right foot more times. And his hands swung gently.Like a fly swatted by Ryu-Yeon's touch with six arrows.

Dropped, and the rest of them couldn't even touch his chin.

It passed through the air to do so.

The members of the blood court quivered, 'What a man!'. Rainflow

The kite's steps were unstoppable. And then the sky turned black for a second.

Things have fallen off the shelves.

It was that the Basizin of the commander of the Visasin Army was triggered.

What the hell is this?'

Ryu-Yeon has raised the phoenix to a fever pitch.

Then, when the air currents swirled around him,

The instantaneous wind shield never approached a flock of vipers.

Not allowed.

Snakes chipped by a sharp blade of wind fall to the ground.

I got off.

"What's that?"

The eyes of the 10th generation members who were in charge of the ironclad maelstrom were wide open.

In the middle of a ravine, a gray shadow presumed to be human beings.

They suddenly appeared in front of themselves like ghosts.

No matter how the same two-legged animal is, birds and humans are different species.

The new law, which Ryu-Yeon showed, was almost magical.

"Hi!"

Ryu-Yeon waved happily. He's responsible for the iron chains that he climbed up.

Dunn's 1,101 unexpectedly waved at each other. At that moment.

A silver flash flashed from Ryu-Yeon's left hand.

It was the last light he saw in the world.

"Hey, man! What are you doing? Open your gates!"

Ten of my teenage crew staring blankly at my colleague's ridiculous death.

He came to his senses and became a gungmoon weapon of the blood clots.

I surrounded him everywhere, twisting iron chains.

The conversation was meaningless in this situation.

"Who are you?" "Who are you?" "What's your age and affiliation?" "My parents are all Kangnyeong-ha."

Do you have any pretty sisters or sisters? If you introduce me to you, maybe Sal.

I can tell you, but I don't know if there's a life-and-death background check that starts with 'em.

On the border, they were of no use to dog poop on the road.

When the Ten-ro Iron Clamp was activated, Guntae-ri-jin, Son Gam-gon

Tear air in the direction of heat combined with the ()) octagon and the upper and lower extremities

Along with the sound of pa-gong, a Northern chain flew in. from ten directions

You want to tie him to your breath and crush him with a silky chain to death.

It was.

"Do these guys think I'm a standing log?'

For a moment, Ryu-Yeon thought she was a log.

It's not a standing scarecrow or wooden doll.

I decided to prove it.

With chalalalala!

Ryu-Yeon with ten chains sounding like poisoned black snakes.

He wrapped himself around the body like a condemned prisoner.

"Gasp!"

The mouths of the ten men who turned their faces in a flash of dismay promised.

It burst out at the same time as if.

There wasn't.

A ten-strand ironclad ironclad ironclad where it must be.

You have to suffer the pain of shattering the bones of your entire body.

There was no target to do.

There's a bunch of chains all tangled up in ten strands of iron.

There was nothing but a splash in the rustling ocher dust. ten people

At the same time, eyes looked up into the air. And they saw. No, definitely not.

I felt like I saw it.

Even though snow is blindfolded by the sunlight that burns the white clouds golden.

Couldn't see it, but their unconsciousness certainly saw it. against the sunThe smile of an envoy!

Bababababababababababababat!

Shooshooshooshooshooshooshooshooshoosh!

At that moment, ten rays of light from the shining sun are sharp.

It popped out coughing up a flash of light like a thorn. Like the power of God.

Shining windows of light pierced ten hearts between creation.

Ten members of the blood clots face the last sun they saw.

Longing to cross the sky and reach the sun like a sunflower longing for light.

It was hardened like a statue and could not breathe again.

"Yes, you bastard!"

All ten of his men scream before they even exhale.

The teenage leader of the Self-Self-Blood Brigade, gritting his teeth, hateful poetry.

I glared at Ryu-Yeon with a line.

Lightly descending from the sun, his eyes twitching.

Faced head-on with the spiteful eyes of the bloodline. The old saying is

It was just a waste of time.

It's a hair's breadth!

It was just then.

"Argh!"

Just a house from the bottom of a ravine that hasn't left yet.

A scream rang out that could make even a rock a handful of powder at once. Narrow

Perhaps because of the echo in the canyon, the sound from above is even more...

It was freaky.

Ryu-yeon's eyes wiggled for a moment.

"Noisy!"

Yong Cheon 대 Maharyeong(?)

-Fierce battle of fine legs

"Argh!"

"Gasp!"

That's when an old rusty sword was forced out of an iron cage.

It was like a gruesome frisson of iron.

Chang Chun-ryong Yong has his own thin, fragile eardrums without mercy.

The unidentified soundtrack that robs the ear, as instinct dictates.

I almost flopped into place after blocking it. But he is the willpower of association.

He stood firm on the earth with exertion.

What... what are you talking about? What's this terrible sound?'

As terrible as the frightening grinding of a colleague sharing a room.

Yong Cheon seems to have heard of the torture music a lot somewhere.

I've heard that.

Who was it?

I can't seem to imitate that unique and individual, no matter how hard I try.

A voice full of nerves was not of an easily forgotten nature.