Chapter - 811 Episode 811. Put your hands together, you son of a bitch! (1)

Chung-Myung, who was running on the cliff like a flat ground, suddenly raised his gaze above the cliff.

The bay way, which was occupying above, was descending at high speed to stop him. The fighters pouring out the game in a row poured out with clear hostility.

"Kill me!"

Dozens of people fly their bodies to Chung-Myung and wield weapons. There was no willingness to take care of his own life. Only the will to kill Chung-Myung or crash him off this cliff!

"Hmph!"

Chung-Myung, who snorted briefly, showed his teeth.

Oh, my god!

His sword parted Ho Gong like a ray of light. In an instant, dozens of swords shot out, splitting the bay way down the cliff.

Sword has to be changed according to the situation.

For those who fall at a pace I can't win, there is no need for complicated changes or fantasy-like snow tricks. All you need is speed! Unavoidable speed.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

With a creepy sound, a red sword was inserted into the bodies of all the people.

"Oops!"

However, he did not deserve to be left untouched.

Their eyes were fixed only on Chung-Myung, even though they were bleeding through the sword.

Young venom in both eyes.

Wide open arms.

Many people rushed to Chung-Myung, kicking the cliff face.

"Chung-Myung ahah!"

While fighting from the cliff, Baek Cheon, who looked down at the scene, shouted like a scream.

The intention to seize Chung-Myung and crash together, even if he gave up his life, was clearly felt by the enemy's movement.

If this wasn't the wall of the cliff, it would have been better to spread the streets and avoid them. However, no matter how Chung-Myung is, it is difficult to avoid that attack on this terrain.

"Oh, inside…!"

Just as Baek Cheon thought that Chung-Myung might have made a mistake.

Paaa!

Chung-Myung jumped up the cliff face to avoid the crowded roads.

"What?"

At the same time, the wind blew out of the mouths of Baek Cheon and Jo-Gol.

Chung-Myung's body soared to the empty Ho Gong.

"Crazy!"

"Hey, you son of a b*tc*!"

Hwasan's disciples open their eyes wide. No matter how Chung-Myung falls in such a place, he can't survive. And it was too far to rush back Ho Gong.

"Oops! You're crazy!"

Then, Chung-Myung, who flipped over in Ho Gong, curled up and shouted.

"Now!"

Whoo! Whoosh!

At that moment, golden power rose from the bottom of the cliff.

"Hahaha!"

Chung-Myung smiled briefly and stepped on the balloon rising below his feet and flew back to the cliff.

"Hye Yeon!"

"Jacksonyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

There was an outburst of cheers from Hwasan's disciples.

A person who can operate a flag that is soft enough not to hurt the person who is stepping on it while flying a power at that distance.

There's no one else but Hye Yeon!

"Really crazy things!"

Baek Cheon's face was filled with joy.

Chung-Myung, who believed that Hye Yeon was below and flew to Ho Gong without hesitation, or Hye Yeon, who was waiting to shoot up the power in anticipation of Chung-Myung flying.

Even though we haven't shared a word, we already know what each other will do.

"For God's sake, I'm jealous!"

Jo-Gol giggles and shouts.

"Living room!"

"I know!"

Baek Cheon peeked back. Hyun Sang, who made eye contact, nodded."Bring it on! Don't let them go after Chung-Myung! We must protect it!"

"Yes!"

The faltering HWASAN faction rose in courage and rushed toward the bay on the cliff.

"LOL!"

"You little bastards!"

The crowd was embarrassed by the moment's heightened HWASAN's momentum.

The cliff is not a structure where many can move at once. Even if their performance is overwhelming, the number of people who can eventually face Hwasan will be limited to a similar number.

In the meantime, there was no choice but to create a vacuum as the number of people had to be added to keep Chung-Myung in check at the bottom of the cliff.

In addition, fraud is obviously high on the Hwasan side.

"What are you doing?"

Then a low voice awakened them.

"Old, military!"

Hoga Myong, who was watching the situation, stole it with cold eyes.

"That's the way they are. Take it easy and push it away. Don't forget that the goal is not to knock them down, but to block them."

"Yes!"

The bayonets gathered their weapons and gathered their strength again. Hoga Myong's eyes glanced down the cliff.

"No way."

Did he go down the cliff after calculating this?

Is that thunder naked?

Hoga Myong bit her lips, feeling a little goose bumps.

It's burning!

Ripped off the terrifyingly clinging panes and a cliff, Chung-Myung rushed toward the first burning cloth.

Ta-da!

Then I cut the bottom part with a sword.

Kakao Talk!

"Oh!"

Chung-Myung's eyes were glaring.

His inspection was strong enough to leave deep scars on the cliff, but the cloth, which was actually censored head-on, was not cut completely.

"You son of a b*tc*!"

Chung-Myung roared and fought again. When I cut it off at once, the bottom part fell off the cliff and stretched.

Chung-Myung glared at Jang Nilso on the other side of the cliff. He must have used a special cloth as a fuse, thinking in advance that he might try to cut off the cloth by flying the sword from afar.

It is not usually possible to pay attention to every little detail while preparing for such a big event.

"Catch it!"

But there was no time to think more. Overhead, all the people rushed to Chung-Myung, climbing down a cliff.

The level of the new law was significantly higher than that of those who had just dealt with it.

"Hmph!"

But Chung-Myung greeted them with a snort.

Paaa!

Climbing up the cliff, he rushed toward those who were running back.

a cut cliff Chung-Myung's sword hits head-on in the face of the way of all the people descending from it.

The eyes of all the people shone significantly.

Stupid!

They're heading down, and he's jumping up from the bottom of the cliff. In addition, the author's weapon is a thin sword, compared to his weapon, which is seriously ill.

It's so obvious who's going to be pushed out if they crash head on!

Get stuck down there, you arrogant bastard!

The two weapons collided at Ho Gong.

Kagagagagak!

Chung-Myung's sword seemed to be slightly twisted, but soon pushed up the road from bottom to top.

"Huh?"

The body was pushed up slightly. Of course it was only a little. Normally, lowering one's heels would have been enough to respond.

But unfortunately, this place is a cliff. A body that has been thrown up once and lost its balance just falls down.

"You, you, you f*cking...….”

Cheung-Myung just passed by, struggling with a seizure. Climbing up without even looking back, he soon moved like a serpent on a cliff and dug into the crowd of people rushed one after another.Bullfighting!

Minimum power, and maximum effect.

Once the sword was divided, it was a little different from the previous method of breaking off the opponent's leash. It was full of Chung-Myung's black softness. It does not damage the opponent and only shakes him off the cliff with minimal force.

Of course the result is never merciful.

"Hey, you son of a b*tc*!"

"Oh, my God!"

The bay people, who had fallen away from the cliff, were frightened and released tension to the other side one side.

After dozens of tension, he managed to get back on the cliff, but the situation waiting for them was not so agreeable.

"Hit it!"

"You sapas!"

The shaman's disciples, who were climbing up, checked the bayonets, pulled up a sword and hit the cliff.

"Ee!"

In the middle of the cliff face, the bayonets, shamanists, and Shaolin blew each other's lives.

"Argh!"

The result was obvious.

No matter how strong the bay is, it occupies the upper part. Even so, only a dozen people could not deal with the pushing shaman.

In an instant, the bayonet, which penetrated the sword and became a hedgehog, crashed down a cliff.

One.

Grab it.

"What, what……."

"Ugh…….Ugh…….a dog of a political faction……these."

Even though the whole body was penetrated, the remaining Man-in-do Island grabbed the shaman's disciple on the cliff. Then, he smiled, glistening with spiteful eyes.

"Let's go together."

Crack!

"Ahhhhhhhh!

A shaman's disciple fell screaming. The cliff that he had grasped until the end was broken and the stone dust was crushed together.

"Oh, my God! Elder! Jinmyeong!

"Ignore and climb!"

"Elders!"

"For Christ's sake, don't you see? If you're down there, you're dead anyway! If you want to save the truth, you have to cut that line! Get up! Get up now!

"Darn it……!"

Chung-Myung smiled twistedly at the scene.

"I can't be the only one suffering."

Mumbling, he ran up the cliff.

"Ddaengjoong!"

"Oooooooooooooh!

Hye Yeon, who was waiting below, gave up power at once.

As the shaman said a while ago, there is no guarantee of life down there. The way they came in would have been a perfect temple. That Jang Nilso couldn't have left that obvious path untouched.

To survive, you must climb desperately and prevent the cliff from collapsing.

But Hye Yeon kept her head down without any doubt or shaking.

"Shizu!"

"Come on!"

Chung-Myung, who stepped on Hye Yeon's power, jumps to the other side of the cliff.

Kagagagagak!

Chung-Myung, who cut off three lines of fuse at once, glanced at Jang Nilso.

"Well."

Jang Nilso's face was full of interest as he watched how things went.

"Loss. No, Ryeonju. Things don't seem so easy."

At the words of the godfather Jang Nilso laughed low.

"Hmm."

Soon a grotesque light flashed through his eyes.

"I think it seemed too easy. Then I'll give you a present."

Whoops!

Jang Nilso splashed his finger. Then after a while something flew away. The Mangeum godfather, who confirmed the identity of the move by the panhandlers, briefly observed the silence.

"…You prepared this in advance?”

"Of course."

“…….”

The color faded away from his face.

So when did you start drawing this?’

At least before I met them. So even before he met them, Jang Nilso was confident of persuading all but Noklim to put them under his command?"Your people are coming over to meet us, and of course we should prepare a gift."

Jang Nilso looked down with triumphant eyes.

Heo Do-jin, climbing the cliff from the front, stopped at the sight of Jang Nilso's expression.

As if responding to his premonition, black pots appeared at the edge of the cliff a moment later.

"That, that, that?"

Jang Nilso whistled and said cheerfully.

"Pour it."

A silky scream broke out from Heo Do-jin's mouth.

"Blood, get out of my way! No, stop him! Oil! Oil! Boiling oil is pouring!"

Dozens of pots tilted at once, and boiling oil began to pour over their heads like waterfalls.

The eyes of the old disciples who were climbing the cliff were filled with fear and despair.