Book 6 Chapter - 15

The impact will not be as great as this.

The same golden net that covered the sky a hundred years ago.

It was a net of sheep.

The body of the prefectural prosecutor hardened as if freezing. His mind was already 100 years ago.

It was flying to that day.

Ryu-Yeon's second seemed like a glimpse of the past.

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Things that happened in the past.

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The time of the Swordman of the sword...

Back a hundred years.

I stood at the foot of a mountain in the middle of Mt. Ami.

That day's work was left to oneself only.

At the young age of 18, when the Swordsman fought in the Great War of the Thousand and Three Worlds.

He witnessed an incredible sight at the time and still craved it.

I'm wiping my sword with it's

It's a job for him as a child, where the sky falls and the ground turns upside down.

It was a huge shock equivalent to.

I respect you, Marge, for facing an old man and pulling out a sword.

The death penalty, which he does not, seems to have already had a few clashes.

The inhalation was noticeably irregular.

"Why don't you give up now, kid? You're a little boy.

You don't know anything! Do you want to die?"

The old man's tone showed signs of ridicule. I don't think it's more of a joke.

He said it was annoying.

That's when the first time his death penalty quivered with fear.

I saw the weakness of the ever-confident, ever-intensifying death penalty.

It was a strange look that I had never seen before.

But politeness didn't seem to want to admit its defeat.

It's too early to admit one's defeat to an unidentified old man.

His self-esteem, nurtured by the co-host strategy of the faction, is simply unacceptable.

The politeness of one stroke brought together the last of his energies and delivered his final blow.

All

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

The silver lining of the sword, like the waves of the long river. With flexibility

A subtlety that could subdue the strength.

The legendary sword of a shaman, Taegeuk Hye-gum, is in front of the sword.

It was implemented in the perfect shape. No matter how strong the old man is, that's all.

I didn't think I could stop it. But the Swordsman soon thought he was wrong.

I could confirm with my eyes that it was done.

"Oh, my god!"

The sky, the earth, everything in the world is covered with golden flashes.

The whole body of politeness was eggmed.It was an ecstatic sight, as if a golden net had overturned the sky.

Except for Moyongjangcheon Stream, which was called the Shingumhyeop at the time,

Polite, the co-existence and hope of the Old Moon faction that no one can defeat.

I'm out of my element at the expense of an old, whooping old man.

It's been a while.

It was a shock that shook the mind for the young prefectural prosecutor.

Losing consciousness with spider web-like wounds all over his body.

It was the Swordman himself who came down the mountain with his politeness.

It was.

And he only sealed what he saw deep down in his heart.

I didn't tell anyone that I did. Maybe even the death penalty, politeness.

You won't know that you witnessed it.

Polite, himself, the Swordsman accidentally raided after all the cases were closed.

I only knew that I found him after coming out on a non-search reconnaissance.

Even a hundred years later.

After that day, the Swordman couldn't stand the sight of an old man hiding behind a tree that day after day.

I can't forget a second of it. Already standing like a white man in a spirit.

I couldn't forget the video that had been stamped. Not even in my dreams.

A second of phosphorus struck his whole body more and more clearly.

A single gesture that destroyed the hopes of the old!

From then on, the only goal for the Swordsman was one. How do you know who you are?

A sword of an unknown old man, a sword of the pride of a shaman.

I wanted to make it. And go to the final chapter and tear it apart.

I wanted to try.

In order to understand one candle, we must first implement that target candle.

Savage is the most perfectly capable of disrupting that illusion. one's favorite food

Samjeong Taeguk Geomhye, who gave it to Moyong Hwi, is also a spearhead.

He didn't do anything.

A golden net that tears up the sky, a vision of it with a sword.

The sword could not be put out of his hands yet to be broken again. that

50 years of LUGE! Finally, he can suddenly realize one major difference.

One day, out of the blue, it was an epiphany.

Freedom!

The old man's days have been infinitely free. Heaven and earth, harmony between heaven and earth,

The limitless freedom that is bound by nothing in the first place of the old man.

was what was in it.

After that day, the shaman enjoyed eating meat and drinking dancing.

An elder suddenly appeared. The thief is a former shaman.

He had a terrifying identity as a human being. All the shamans and the gates.

They treat the psychopathic, treat the crazy, ignore it, and put it through the back door.

Treating him as an apostle, he walked this path firmly.

I couldn't bring myself to say the shame of Munpa.

"How did you manage to develop such herbivores? What was lacking in my candle?"

The prosecutor's question was filled with heat. It's like the passion of a man in his 20s.

Ta looked like a feisty young man.

"My grandfather's sword is not free yet. I'm so obsessed with ideas."

The prosecutor could not readily understand what Ryu-Yeon said.

"Freedom? I've always wanted to be free. To do that, first of all, the body...

I had to be free. The mind and body are all things, so for now, the body.

I thought Euro was the only way to be free. In the meantime IEven in the face of a shaman, in the law, in the framework of herbivorousness, there was too much to be bound by.

I couldn't possibly pursue such freedom from the heart.

That's why he's been through a lot. Thanks to Master Lee...

But you're still not free... ..and you're still lacking?"

Ryu-Yeon delivered a decisive blow to the stunned swordsman. Shake

Lee was a wedge in his mind.

"Well, it seems to me that he's still obsessed with freedom.

I don't think he's free because he's tied up in it!"

Ryu-Yeon's words struck the entire body of the bayonet with a flash of lightning.

It's a mass of consciousness bursting into the body, Sue.

It was an overwhelming euphoria that seemed to multiply tenfold.

A moment of realization!

At that time, the prosecutor could consciously see that his sword had changed.

It was a very mysterious feeling.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...!"

A scarlet burst out of the prosecutor's mouth. At least this way, he's...

I wanted to express a burst of joy. Another way of expressing joy.

If there is, for example, naked dancing, or splitting up alcohol.

I thought I could do anything like lose and eat.

If you don't express this joy as soon as possible, the heart will be overwhelmed with joy.

Because I felt like my tooth was going to explode.

"Oh, my gosh! Your old grandfather is smiling vigorously. Energy, too

Good for you!"

It's a refreshing, open-air feeling that makes even the people watching feel good.

It was a big smile.

The Lunar New Year's Day looks solemn and serious from here to there.

I just can't imagine being the master of Moyong Hwi, the non-celebrated Trident.

It was what it looked like. How can that be a shaman's sword? Moreover, dots

He's got a mouthful, and he's a great writer.

The credit didn't go.

d*mn!

The black-skinned black-faced black-faced black-faced black-faced black-faced black-faced black-faced black-faced black-faced women wanted to cry.

With Ryu-yeon's hand gesture, the black flesh and the black flesh can't escape.

I look like a sparrow caught. This disgrace was the first in my life. But life

He may be in a better situation than other subordinates because he's so unoccupied. water

Ron, we'll have to wait and see.

Rain in the chest of a black statue rolling in the dirt, overpowered by a whole blood vessel.

Ryu Yeon put her feet up and said with an expressionless face.

"I believe that you will endure any pain or torture.

Even if the ship splits into twelve crosses, pull out the intestines and chop them up.

Do, if your eyes are pulled out, your tongue is cut, and your skull is punctured, you'll never be able to...

I believe you won't open your mouth.

I hope you don't let me down. No secrets, anyway.

No matter what I do to your body, I'm not gonna say anything.

It doesn't matter at all, does it? Don't that right?"

Black wounds cause the nerves to cringe and the heart to cringe with fear.

Heard, a terrible foreboding dominated the whole body. I think it's normal human.

I couldn't let out that look.

"Hey, hey, hey! Now, hold on a second!"

The black statue struggled and shouted urgently.

"What? I can't hear you!"

Towards the direction of no one, Ryu-Yeon roared loudly. oneself

I don't care at all about objects struggling at someone's feet.

It was an attitude.

Ryu-yeon's eyes looking at the black statue he's stepping on again are strange.

The crab began to shine.

"I didn't see anything!"The prosecutor quickly backed out. I don't want to be involved in anything that happens.

It was a story.

"Stammering!"

Don't pretend to listen to the begging black statue, and Ryu-Yeon, don't.

I started stepping on the sphere.

"Goooooooooah!

A scream that proved a man's miserable horse echoed throughout the mountain.

It was a painful price to pay for failing to grasp the subject.

"Well, grandpa, I'll see you next time."

"Huh! Let's do it. I look forward to your next meeting!"

"Then I'll enjoy my meal!"

Ryu-Yeon, who rushed to say goodbye to the Swordsman, said, "Phoonghwangmu Biikgwancheon Stream.

He started climbing the mountain using his technique.

Birthday!

It was as fast as a flash.

"What the hell is that boy?"

I thought I'd have to get back to the text. Unusual airflow shaman

It was wrapped around the whole mountain. It wasn't meant to end lightly.

The Swordsman, who stood up from his seat, stepped toward the Shaman faction in the middle of Jasobong Peak.

His new body slips in every light footstep.

It slipped.

Jeunjong, the shamanistic new law of playing in the clouds, is exercising its power.

It was a good look.

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Ryu-yeon's identity

Brain light! It's flashing.

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Ryu-yeon's shot-out model at the camp.

It took only a few minutes to reach.

"Of course"

It was as Ryu-Yeon expected. It wasn't just himself who was targeted.

Rocks also target all the veneers in the camp.

Well, apparently they didn't want to let them live.

"Chaeng-chaeng!"

A sword and a sword ran into each other, and memorization flew through the air. Rocks

The movement was that of very professional trained spraying. Fortunately

There was no sign of backlogging. Everyone's calm, an unidentified rocker.

I was fighting back. In particular, the operational team's performance was remarkable. The Southern Palace Award is Jin

Enemies clinging to the side of the spirit while protecting her.

I was dealing with. It seemed to be getting better and better these days.

Because of the enemy relationship, I was doing my best to memorize. At a time like this

Or, when will I ever be able to sow this much by heart!

In fact, given the individual skills, the ceiling is much higher.

It was on. What they lack is a life-and-death reality.

It was just a lack of danger. And if I have to mention one more thing, it's a hoax.

Except for Dan, we can point out that he is not good at group games.

Ryu-Yeon intuitively attacked her in the Jang River.

I could feel that I belonged to the same group as the others. They smelled the same way.

All

They instinctively felt that it wasn't one-on-one, and they were four swords in pairs.

They were also pushing the celestial tubes in a camp.

Maybe it's because I wasn't prepared for an unexpected attack on the bodies of some of the operatives.

Red blood was flowing out of the wound.

Ryu-Yeon's eyes caught a flash of brain light.

I'm so angry!

"How dare you touch other people's things!'

Ryu-Yeon's anger exploded.

Rhinoceros, Ouui, Blackness

The chapter of the lightning killing.

Phoenix torpedo.

"Flap flap!"

Ryu-yeon's arms spread wide from side to side, and from his sleeves, dozens of them.

The blackness of the stem shoots out like an arrow of light and tricks the party.

It cut right through the bodies of the rockers.

"Scream!"

"What, what?"

"Growl!"

The rock-suckers collapsed like straw without a proper fight.

All

It was a splendid herbivore, like the wings of phoenix. The herd of cerebral luminosity.It was a devastating herbivore as if it had swept through the intestines once.

The disability was silenced in an instant by this remarkable sight. so suddenly

He couldn't come to his senses because it happened.

"Huh?"

Then suddenly Ryu-Yeon realized one crucial fact. No matter how surrounding

When I looked around, I couldn't see Na-Yerin. If it's the way it is, who is it's who.

She was supposed to be showing off her fancier sword.

"What about Nassauzer?"

Ryu-yeon, who jumped into the battlefield, grabbed the statue of Namgoong in a hurry.

Asked.

"Yes! I went up to the top to look around the mountain alone."

"What? That means you fell alone!"

"Yes, sir.

Nam Gung-sang hesitated to answer. Ryu-Yeon can't stand the shoulders of the male palace.

asked with a wave of teeth.

"Which way did he go?"

"That way, that way."

He barely moved his fingers to create a crossbow pointing in the direction of the ground.

Ryu-yeon's new model shoots back to the top like a light.

It's gone.

The blue skies are clouded, and the days are getting darker and darker and darker and darker.

It was here.

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Trapped in a storm with Na-Yerin.

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It's raining hard and fast.

Riding the curved surface of the cave entrance,

Every drop of water falls to the ground.

It creates another stir in the already stagnant pool.

The moisture from the rain sticks all over his body, but Ryu-Yeon feels good. rain

Sanghwa-eun is with a beauty in a cave in a foggy mountain.

Because it was so charming, it rained suddenly on the dry sky.

You deserve to be grateful for your whim.

"Shouldn't you dry up a little?"

Ryu-yeon, who found dry leaves and branches in the cave, lit a bonfire.

Then he told Na-Yerin, who was next to him.

Ryeotae (麗態).

Her clothes are bent because she was soaked in rain and clung to it.

It was visible.

Na-Yerin replied coldly.

"It's all right. Whatever."

Cold-hearted!

Of course, I'm forced to face this situation, but I'm dealing with Ryu-Yeon.

Yerin's attitude showed no sign of thawing.

"You've been fighting for a very long time. I'm not good at making friends.

It's not a habit. Besides, being in front of a man like that for a long time...

I don't think it's a very smart move."

It was Ryu-Yeon's words, as if to advise. In fact, Na-Yerin's appearance right now.

The expression of devilishness seemed more appropriate. Almost Bum

It was close to sin.

By the way, Ryu-Yeon advises Na-Yerin with techniques for building relationships.

The first question is whether it is eligible to do so. For a short time so far Ryu-Yeon

This web-like, tangled grudge relationship that we've created, is complicated by the complexity.

My eyes were spinning. Every single day, there's always a challenge.

On the subject, discussing human relationships itself was absurd.

Na-Yerin must have known these facts. A counterattack will fly in no time flies.

Came

"Absolutely unarmed daily advice on building relationships.

I don't want to get it from people."

"Haha! I got a shot at this."

In response to Na-Yerin, Ryu-Yeon scratched his head awkwardly.

Then there was silence again. Walls still surrounding Na-Yerin.

It was as thick as it could be. I'll kiss her when she's prim at night.

It was beautiful enough to make me think.

The sound of rain rang in my ears.

"Why did this happen?"

Na-Yerin felt the need to think seriously at least once.I didn't have any particular idea. Just living alone away from others.

I just wanted to do a book. She's got a lot of people too.

It was uncomfortable to be stuck in a group. The thoughts of many people are at once.

Something that would have been unbearable if you didn't rush in and control your mind.

Ida.

So I was walking along a mountain path away from the crowd alone. As expected, alone

It was a car that I felt comfortable with. To live a life of sudden pressure on yourself.

Not until I get in. The bomber was seven, and he was responsible for a coordinated attack.

We have done so, judging from our deft, methodical and interconnected moves.

It was clear that they were not sloppy miscreants.

"Are you in the company of the invaders in the Jang River?'