Chapter - 803 Episode 803. Hey! Get the rest of that drink! (3)

"Elders!"

"I know!"

Bop Kye raised his voice uncharacteristically.

Shaolin is a gatekeeper who teaches his students to remain undecided at all times. Bop Kye was also a man who didn't know how important immobility was.

However, the scene unfolding before my eyes was not enough to turn Bop Kay's long-standing discipline to nothing in an instant.

Blood splatters and screams rife.

Those who had been breathing until a while ago become cold bodies and spread out.

"Elders! We have to go!"

"Get off the ship!"

Bop Kye shouted and jumped from the boat and got off the land.

The thick smell of blood rushed into my nose. In addition, the smell of smoky gunpowder, dust that rose thickly, and unknown scents were mixed up, making my head dizzy.

Not only Bop Kye but also the faces of other Shaolin monks were recalled.

"Hurry up! Don't hear that Shaolin went back just looking around!"

"Yes!"

As Bop Kye beckoned, the Shaolin monks rushed forward in unison. The sight of a hale-like rush of shores in yellow artillery simultaneously aroused both wonder and fear.

But only one person.

Hye Yeonman did not join the ranks.

Looking at the back of the death penalty, he closed his eyes tightly.

'No.'

This isn't it.

At least Shaolin shouldn't do this. The Shaolin he knows is never like this.

You fight bravely against the enemy?

That is all too natural. And the fight also needs a clear implication.

However, there is no such thing as protecting the people of Shaolin who are rushing at the moment. It's just that there's a sense of resonance that you can't fall behind other literary circles.

'How come you're so empty?’

Hye Yeon bit her lips tightly.

One's face keeps coming to mind.

A person who always shouts, "It's justification, it's justification, it's all gain," and shouts, "I'll never see another gatekeeper make a name."

But at the end of the day, the one who benefits everyone.

'That's so different.’

Chung-Myung discusses gain, but does justice, and Shaolin discusses righteousness, but isn't he pursuing gain?

Of course, Chung-Myung would have snorted if he heard this, but at least Hye Yeon did.

The difference made Hye Yeon's feet heavy.

Compared to the time he spent with them at Shaolin, it was only a short time he stayed in Hwasan. And yet, there was too much of a HWASAN in him.

"Amitabha Buddha."

With a deep sigh, he looked back.

It can't be seen now that we're here. The only thing in front of you is the ship of Cheongseong, which is entering along the high cliffs and valleys.

There is no one who was always running in front of him, nor those who supported him on the back.

Let's not think about it.’

Hye Yeon shouted "no" in a small voice.

Even if this situation made him suffer, the death penalty could not be allowed to fight.

"Amitabul!"

Hye Yeon, who forced the seduction out of her mind, ran forward roughly.

"Oh, my God!"

"You filthy bastards! Four people are coming! And then you're a political faction!"

"Mu, don't back down!"

The direction of the battlefield was quickly decided.

Of course, not all the forces of each clique have come here. The number of people left at the gate is quite large, and there are people who were not brought in because not everyone could board the ship.But the same is true of black dragon salad.

All 18 units of Janggangsu-ro must be gathered to compare with one of the gate factions here. No matter how much Black Dragon Salad accounts for about half of the total power of 18 units in Janggangsu, it is also difficult to deal with one of the gatekeepers who came here with that power.

But isn't there a coalition of four clans now?

From the beginning, it was a battle where the odds were not given to Black Dragon Chae.

Whoosh!

Oh, my god!

The sword of the majestic Namgung Sega and the shaman's sword containing gravity in the softness of the sword fell as if they were competing.

"Amitabul!"

And Shaolin has never been better.

Whoosh!

A young golden game rushed into their fists and lightly blew and bounced off.

Shaolin is not just a writer of authority. All Shaolin monks are somewhat well-versed. Nevertheless, they insist on power because there is nothing more than martial law in overpowering the opponent without killing him.

Bullfight!

Bop Kye, who hit the front, roared a lion.

"Bowing down through life is not the only way to Buddha! It is also the role of the Buddhist to remove Mara and open the way for the living! Don't put mercy on your fingertips!"

"Yes!"

Blue, white and yellow armies gobbled up the numbers of black dragon chai.

What about the Black Dragon King?

Where's the enemy's snare?

With the situation so far, how much more of the figures were dealt with seemed no longer to be a criminal record. Then, the only thing left is who will knock down King Heukryong, the head of Janggangsuchae.

"Push in!"

"Bare it!"

King Heukryong will of course be in that pavilion. If so, it will be determined by who first penetrates and arrives inside.

I'm first!

Namgung Wang lit up his eyes.

King Heukryong is clearly a strong man who misrepresents the world, and he has an overwhelming reputation among many of the Sapa's enemies.

But he, too, is a Caesarean sword, Namgang Wang.

There was no way to lose against the Black Dragon.

But the problem is that there are too many people here who feel the same way. Heo Do-jin and Bop Kye would never give in to King Heukryong, even though the vanguard had given in.

I can't give you a dog!

Isn't it too obvious that if they cut off King Heukryong's neck, the criminal record of Namgung Sega, who cut through the road while standing at the vanguard, would be faded?

Whoosh!

A sword wielded by Namgang blew off like a bomb and swept the front.

"Lord! Save your strength!"

"We'll clear the road!"

Namgung Dowi pushes forward. Namgung Wang clenched his teeth as he saw it.

He is in a hurry, but King Heukryong is never a pushover. If he wastes his history here, he could lose to King Heukryong.

Namgung Wang suppressed his urgent mind and looked to the side by side.

Whoosh!

Heo Do-jin swung the sword gently, with a white black history at the end of the sword.

It was a truly bizarre sight.

Softness and speed are never compatible concepts. But those two things were clearly compatible with that sword.

The sword seemed to have swung slowly and slowly, but in no time it dug through the enemy's gaps and cut down the vital points.

"Hudo!

Namgung Wang's heart was filled with a sense of success.

One is the household master of the Namgung Sega called Jeil Sega, and the other is a shaman called Jeilmun.

At the same time, the two clans are competing for the position of the world's most important inspection.However, despite such a deep and complicated relationship, the two have never faced each other.

It is not that they are not close enough to share swords with each other at the risk of their lives, and they have too much to lose to decide the winner with clumsy hands.

As Namgung Wang's eyes sharpened, Heo Do-jin naturally turned his head and looked at him.

Namgung Wang, who read the composure in his eyes, hardened his mouth.

You're still going to relax after seeing my sword?’

Namgang grabbed the sword tightly.

"Come on. Let's see how long that space lasts!"

Namggung Wang, who reached his peak, kicked out first.

"Lord!"

"You have to save your strength!"

"Get out of my way!"

Whoosh!

Namggung Wang, who once again swung a sword to blow up his enemies, shouted thunderously.

"You don't have to save your life against the Black Dragon King! I'm the Cesarean sword, Namgang Wang!"

It would have been arrogance if it had come out of the mouth of others, but Namgung Wang's sword has shown enough qualifications.

Whoosh!

Once again, Namgung Wang's swords were bloodied and dropped. The spirit of the spearhead sword guards on both sides of him rose to the skies.

"Follow the lord!"

"Don't let your feet stop!"

Munpa and Sega.

There may be pros and cons, but loyalty to households and solidarity with each other are certainly the advantages of Sega. The power of Sega, which was tightly connected by blood, was clearly displayed here.

Whoosh!

"Hmm!"

Heo Do-jin frowned as he looked at Namgung Wang, who turned his momentum and pushed forward.

'There's no such thing as a boar who's been paid in advance.’

They say swords aren't meant to be used like that way.

But nevertheless...….’

Heo Do-jin brushed my face lightly. At this age, he seemed to still have a feeling of reciprocity in his heart. Seeing my heart beat like this.

One.

"Don't get carried away."

He spoke in a low voice. The voice stuck in the ears of the following shaman disciples.

"If you have a chance, you can snatch it away at once. Don't lose your composure!"

The shaman's disciples, who were impatient with Namgung Sega's attack, managed to pull themselves together. Soon after, he took a short deep breath and drove his enemies into a more firm position.

Bop Jeong, this is your mistake.’

If only Namgung Hwang or Byo Kyonja were here, Bop Kye could have led Shaolin enough. But Shaolin will never play as long as he is here.

"Hit it in!"

As Namgung and Shudang simultaneously boost their momentum, the defense line of the enemy, which had been barely maintained, collapses.

"Oh, no...….”

"I can't stand it any longer!"

Heo Do-jin and Namgang Wang didn't miss the gap.

"Get out of my way, you bastards!"

As Namgung Wang penetrated the gap, Heo Do-jin rose like a bijo and jumped over the heads of his enemies and flew into the foreground.

"That!"

Namgung Wang's eyes sparkled.

"Ta-a-a-a-a-a!"

Namgang Wang, who crushed his enemies at once, chased Heo Do-jin like a hungry criminal.

"Oh, d*mn it!"

Whoosh!

Namggung Wang, who broke the door of Jeongak at once, turned his wick on his eyes and looked left and right.

Where are you?

The body moved first before the head realized it. He soon ran like a ray of light and stormed into the broken door in the middle of each other."Black Dragon King!"

Namggung Wang's feet, who jumped in with great force, suddenly stopped.

What he sees is a large inner chamber, a luxurious, dignified chair in the middle of it, and…… It was Heo Do-jin looking at the chair with a stiff face.

"Where is the Black Dragon King?"

"…not here."

"What, what?"

Namgung Wang's face was distorted by embarrassment for the first time.

This is the same place as the heart of 108 Janggangsu. Although King Heukryong swallowed the watermelon salad with his body's radish, he cannot make a comeback after losing the black dragon salad.

So, does it make sense that King Heukryong is not here to protect the Black Dragon Salad?

Bop Kye, who came in late, frowns at the two people with blank faces.

"You don't have the Black Dragon King?”

"…I think so, Ambassador."

"How come…."

Bop Kye was also embarrassed and speechless.

"Did you say there was no Black Dragon King?"

I was annoyed by Heo Do-jin's face as he kept repeating the same words. As he turned his head to retort, he looked at the face of the person who asked the last question and raised his eyes wide.

"Didn't Cheongseong decide to take over?"

Byo Kyonja is here now means that Cheongseong's disciples are also in here.

"Why are you here? Why!"

"Well, if you say so...…didn't you initially agree to take care of the waters on the river and support those who will guard the top? I thought it was a change of strategy because you all went inside without saying a word."

"This……."

Heo Do-jin's face was devastated.

"You have the nerve to lie!’

Apparently, he was possessed by a sense of resonance and broke his plan and followed the plan. But now is not the time to argue that.

"Retreat?"

"It's been easy to get through, but I don't know if I need a retreat…"….”

But Heo Do-jin's face cooled cold as if he were wearing iron gloves.

"So... you're saying everyone is in here right now? In this jar?"

After the word poison came out, the color faded slightly from the faces of other long writers.

"No way…."

"Oh, no! No way! There's no black dragon salad in here! They're not just the hands and feet of a ditch, they're like heads and hearts! Who gives up my heart and digs a trap!"

"…The Black Dragon cannot do that's not true.

"What do you mean…….?”

"Oops."

At the moment, Bop Kye exclaimed as if he understood what Heo Do-jin said. Such Bop Kye's face was white.

"Ha, trap……….”

It was just that moment.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

A huge eardrum-splitting ore burst out from up there.

A huge laugh with a formidable history hit the cliff surrounding them and rang as if it would last forever.

It was a moment when everyone finally felt perfectly that something was going wrong.