Episode 379: The Secret of Cheonryongsa Temple (2)
When Yu Jin-san widened his right hand, a dragon spear flew out from somewhere and was caught in his grasp.
Up!
“That guy talks a lot. “He’s going to die soon.”
There was nothing to be afraid of now.
The head priest of Cheonryongsa Temple, wearing a red mask, was injured in the shoulder, and next to him was a reliable colleague named Munju of the Black Myo Sect.
The guy’s martial arts skills were not average, but it was a situation worth trying for Ewha’s work.
The three walked slowly in a circle, facing each other in the shape of the letter 品.
The moment when time gradually passed and the tension reached its peak.
A gust of wind blew between them.
And as if that was a signal, the three new types rushed towards each other.
Taaa-!
In the blink of an eye, they met each other and began swinging their respective weapons frantically.
Kaan-! Kakang-!! Kakakang-!!
They fought so fiercely that a violent storm raged around them.
The chief monk wearing a red mask kept Yujinsan in check and focused on targeting Baeksang. This was because his attacks, which only penetrated vital areas, were more annoying.
However, Moonju of the Black Cat was not an easy opponent.
He was showing amazing prowess by taking all of the guy’s attacks and blocking them with just one stance.
As a result, Yujin Mountain, which was protecting the Baeksang, even gained some leeway.
‘The Black Cat’s master was this strong?’
His martial arts skills were much stronger than he had imagined.
At least, it was to the point where he didn’t feel like he was below him when he reached the peak of Hwagyeong.
And it wasn’t just Yujinsan who was surprised.
The chief monk, Goe-seung, also appeared embarrassed when the fight did not go as planned.
At that time, a fierce battle had just begun.
Sigh-!
The white elephant’s grip grazed the abbot’s side and passed by.
It wasn’t a deep cut, but it was a meaningful blow.
“Tsk!”
Next, the blade of the dragon spear wielded by Jinsan struck him in the face.
Kwaang-!
The monster whose mask fell off quickly widened its distance and took a deep breath.
Eugene San, seeing his face for the first time, frowned.
A protruding mouth and a flat nose. And the abnormally narrow jaw combined with the large eyes gave it a face reminiscent of a bat.
“That guy is so ugly that he resembles a bat. “I can’t put the mask back on.”
He glared at Yu Jin-san, who was making fun of his appearance, and muttered something unintelligible.
Then, dozens of monsters surrounding the area began to narrow in from all directions. They are probably planning to launch an all-out attack.
When the situation took an unusual turn, Baeksang sent a message to Mt. Yujin.
– I need to deal with my subordinates quickly first. I’ll take care of it myself, so elder, please tie that bastard’s feet for a moment.
Yu Jin-san glanced at him briefly. For some reason, his breathing seemed heavy.
– Are you sure you’re okay?
– No problem.
After finishing speaking, Baeksang took a step back.
Then suddenly a thick fog began to rise around him.
After a while, he disappeared completely.
The fog did not stop there, but continued to spread and expand its area. Strangely enough, when I was trapped inside, I could smell the scent of flowers.
Eugene San had heard about this phenomenon somewhere.
‘Now that I think about it, there was something like this in Kangho’s warning. If you smell the scent of flowers in the fog, leave immediately.’
Manga Salmu (萬花殺霧).
The reputation of the Heukmyo Sect, which was widely rumored even in Gangho, was comparable to that of Mancheonhwawoo of the Four Heavenly Tang School.
At that time, the sound of Baeksang’s voice was heard again from somewhere.
– Now!
It must mean that you should quickly tie the feet of the abbot monster.
Without wasting time, Yu Jin-san launched himself at the bat-looking guy.
Taaa-!
And that moment.
As if waiting, a dazzling light in the shape of a crescent moon flashed somewhere in the fog and then disappeared.
Jinsan Yu, wearing giraffe armor, is in charge of defense, and Munju of the Black Cat, a super killer, is in charge of attack.
It was a natural and reasonable strategy, but Baek Sang’s thoughts seemed to be different.
– We can’t win that way. I will take the lead and try to create a gap, so Elder Yang Goe will put an end to it.
Yu Jin-san felt something was not clear in the Baeksang’s voice.
At first glance, he looked very tired.
The sound of breathing becoming more rapid than before. In addition, his complexion became pale.
Even though he had not allowed the enemy to attack even once, he looked as if he had suffered internal injuries.
– Are you sure you’re okay with that? I guess it’s right that I’m in front.
Baeksang nodded slowly and took a step forward.
– I can only do one herbivore from now on. I’ll use up my last remaining strength in this attack, so please take care of me.
What kind of absurd thing is this?
It was only after seeing his slightly trembling back that Yu Jin-san was able to guess the English sentence.
‘I see. The martial arts of the Black Cat sect was to raise one’s physical abilities beyond their limits in a short period of time. So, my endurance is bound to be like that of a rabbit.’
For some reason, he showed incredible movements from the very beginning.
As it is a school of assassins who assassinate their opponents, martial arts skills are maximized for short-term close combat.
This was not unusual given the nature of shooters who hit and run in short bursts.
– I understand.
If this attack fails, the consequences will be reversed.
Yujinsan also prepared for the final offensive, drawing up all of his remaining air power.
Did he read the sadness on both of their faces? The chief monk was also looking nervous, preparing for a clash.
At that time, Baeksang raised his hand to eye level and spoke.
“The martial art I will perform from now on is a simple martial art called Chuhyeolsalmu (追血殺舞). “It’s the best of the Black Cat faction, so you can look forward to it.”
Telling someone the name of herbivory also shows that you are confident.
After finishing speaking, Baeksang took a step forward.
The end of the attitude that shoots in a straight line with him. It was as fast as a lightning strike.
Push!
The monster’s head momentarily bent, dodging the attack by an inch.
However, the dance of death performed by the Black Cat’s master had just begun.
Then, a cool beam of light drew a curved line in the darkness.
Kaan-!
And before it disappeared, two lights appeared again and filled the air.
It was a ghostly attack, but it was not so bad that the chief priest could not block it.
Kakang-!!
The Baeksang’s repeated attacks were continuing, and the speed of the attack was getting faster.
At this moment, I couldn’t envy Hyun-kyung’s movements.
Every time he took a step forward, his attitude hacked the air dozens of times.
Kakakang-! Kakakakang-!!
Chuhyeolsalmu is a martial art that instantly explodes the true energy of the entire body to create movements that transcend limits.
In return, it could be said to be a double-edged martial arts attack that leaves one exhausted at the end of the attack.
The head monk’s hands and feet began to twitch as the fierce white lion charged.
“Ugh!”
I wouldn’t know if my body was normal. It is difficult to completely block with an injured body.
And before we knew it, Baeksang’s repeated attacks were only about to strike the final blow.
Flash!
His attitude radiated a dazzling light and shot out like lightning.
Phew!
The Baeksang’s attitude was stuck in the abdomen of the abbot, who was backing away while vomiting blood, all the way to the handle.
“Wow!”
Unfortunately, it missed a vital point, but this was enough.
The moment when the exhausted white elephant is about to kneel.
A ray of light came from behind like a thunderbolt, stepped on his back, and made a leap.
Taaa-!
The sight of Mt. Yujin soaring, spouting golden air currents, was reminiscent of a phoenix.
He was falling from the abbot’s head, turning his body upside down.
The strongest spear technique created by the Supreme Yin Kai.
It was this herbivore, Tentacle Hundred and Eight Arms, of the invincible theory of singing.
The head monk, who was staggering, gritted his teeth as he saw the illusion of dragon spears filling the sky.