Chapter 322 – Chapter 65 (2)

Blood Heaven Demon House.

Ordinary Murim people know that there are Magas of the Demonic Cult, but most do not know about them except for a few famous Magas.

However, those who have accumulated their own experience and knowledge start to freak out when they say blood demons.

They attack through qi, which is shaped like a cloud cloud, through special internal gongsimbeop and martial arts.

The problem is that if you get hit by this attack, vicious demonic energy penetrates through the wound, and your flesh and organs begin to rot from the inside.

The power of martial arts itself is medium, but there are even people who fear them the most because of their viciousness that inflicts extreme pain on the opponent if they inflict only one wound.

The elite of the blood demons who bring fear and fear to those who know them,

“Keep…Keep…”
“A monster…A monster…”

He was dying, bleeding all over his body, unable to give Dokgo Yakran a single fine wound.

“…Is this the end?”

Four of the five demons were killed or fatally wounded, and the other was wounded in her arm, leaving her unable to fight.

She looked around her with a relaxed expression, not breaking a sweat.

No, it wasn’t leisure, it was a boring expression that didn’t even warm up.

‘It’s a nightmare…’

Mine, unable to fight due to a wound on her arm, was appalled at the one-sided slaughter.

‘This is not a fight… It’s a massacre…’

Although they are not as good as the family head, they are the elite that the blood demons say they are proud of even from within.

Such elites were killed unilaterally, unable to extend their hands or feet.

‘Wasn’t it the bluff of the midfielders… !’

It was terrifying to have 6 swords floated by sword swordsmanship, but all of them were covered with sword steel, and each one boasted an attack power close to jeolcho 絶招.

The warriors of the Blood Heaven Demon family were stunned by the swordsmanship and were slaughtered unilaterally without being able to properly respond.

“Ha. I thought the Demonic Cult would be a little different, but it wasn’t a big deal.”

Even within Dokgo Sega, there was a trend that demonicism could not be ignored, so she tried to attack with sincerity, thinking that Dokgo Yakran would be able to have a fun fight.

However, they couldn’t handle her attack properly and were slaughtered unilaterally.

“Not funny.”

Dokgo Yakran glanced at the demons who had no choice but to die without the help of others, and the demons who only disabled her, and then she passed by them abruptly.

“Kuuuuu…!”

Her surviving Mine bit her lip enough to bleed at the sight of Dokgo Yakran, who ignores her without even looking at her.

Even within the Demonic Cult, no one was ignoring them, but the young girl ignored her without even looking at her, so she felt anger at a sense of contempt she had never felt before.

If she was a normal warrior, she would have endured the humiliation now to survive, but due to her demonic skills, the ferocious demon could not control her life, and she ran to attack Dokgo Yakran, who turned her back. Heard.

“Die!”

Fufufufu!

“Uh…?”

At the very moment when she tried to attack by manipulating her cloud and extending her intact arm, her surviving demon stopped her head for a moment due to the pain she felt in her arm.

After recognizing that her three swords were piercing her arms in different directions due to her swordsmanship, which flew faster than her arrows, Mine finally felt her pain fully.

“Aaaaa!”

Shririk- Clap!

The three swords that had pierced her demonic arms stirred the air and sucked out her blood, and returned to the poisonous, weak sword sheath as she walked without looking back.

“Aaaaagh!”

Ma-in screamed in agony as her blood gushed out, and her attendants, who followed her poison and medicine, felt pity for her for the first time.

“Even the demons couldn’t win against the lady after all.”
She said, “She’s honestly a Demonic Cult, and she’s got a lot of momentum, so she was nervous, but she wasn’t the enemy of the young lady.”
“At this level, wouldn’t it be possible to break the Demonic Cult with only the power of our Dokgo family?”

No matter how powerful a warrior is, he cannot perform well in a war of thousands or tens of thousands, but if he is a strong warrior who can handle the power of thousands alone, the story is different.

The power of Dokgo Yakran continues to grow stronger at this moment, and public opinion was that after 5 years, he would become the number one person in the world that no one could touch.

However, in her head, only one person was developing that presence.

‘Jincheon. The only person who will be my match is you!’

Dokgo Yakran, who found out that even the Demonic Cult, which he thought would be difficult, was only at this level, began to grow his desire to fight Jincheon again as fiercely as that time.

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“They really don’t listen to me. Then what if the kids get sick of it? They say the risk of miscarriage is greatest in the early stages of pregnancy?”

Jincheon, who is moving with the warriors of the northern palace, is angry with a worried look toward Lim Ha-yeon and Cheon Hye-woon, who have finally followed.

She found about 20 to 30 Demonic Cultists, and as the spies found out that they were approaching the Northern Heavenly Palace, Poongun Shinryong’s party and dozens of Northern Heavenly Palace warriors were dispatched to deal with them.

Jincheon, who has a strong hatred towards her Demonic Cult, reacted to this decision and predicted her movement route through the discovery points of the warriors and Demonic Cultists who would assist them and moved there.

The problem is that Cheon Hye-woon and Lim Ha-yeon were in the party.

Jincheon told the two of them to take a rest and not follow her, as she would speak well to the two of them, but the two of them followed until the end.

“Above. If your stomach is swollen and your movement is inconvenient, you can still move properly. And since we are one family now, how can we remain separate?”

Cheon Hye-un insisted that she was so diligent that she could not be left out in the suffering of others.

“The behavior of the Demonic Cult now is different from the Demonic Cult I know. You can guess roughly by looking at them.”

Lim Ha-yeon followed the Demonic Cult’s strange behavior, saying that she would directly see the pursuit team and figure out the situation.

A war could break out depending on her Demonic Cult’s actions, so she had to see the danger of her future with her own eyes as she wanted to win her precious future.

“Whoa. I understand. Instead, absolutely avoid violent actions. I understand.”

The heat of the two, and Jincheon, who couldn’t say that he had already come this far, let out a sigh.

-Hey. You protect the two when the battle begins.-
-Okay.-

Jin-cheon, who entrusted the security of the two to Heuk Ye-hwa, who has a wide field of vision and quick feet, finally felt a little relieved.

With her diligence and good judgment, she could handle most of her emergencies alone, she said.

“Tsk.”

On the other hand, unlike Jincheon, who was in the rear because of the safety of Lim Ha-yeon and Cheon Hye-woon, Hong Seol-rin, among the women of Jin-cheon who was moving in the lead, quietly clicked her tongue.

“What’s the matter?”

Because of their similar age, similar skills, and strong desire to rise, Zen dancers, who became her rivals and friends, reacted to it.

“The men around me keep looking sideways. It would be more comfortable to see them openly.”
“Ah.”

When Xianmuhui looked around, the warriors of the Northern Heavenly Palace, who were either squinting or slightly turning their heads, hurriedly turned their gazes.

Looking at her, she could understand what she was trying to say.

In addition, she was looking sideways at not only them, but all the women in Jincheon.

‘But. It’s beautiful to see the same woman…’

Although each has a different charm, the women of Jincheon all have one thing in common: they are beautiful even in the eyes of the same woman.

The existence of a female high school student is rare in the harsh Moorim, and there are a lot of female high school students who have reached Hwagyeong (for reference, Seo Yu-ran is known externally as Hwagyeong).

Moreover, if all the female high school students are beautiful, even more so.

Sun Mu-hee, like Hong Seol-lin, was uncomfortable with men’s gazes, but lately, she had been paying attention to Baek Chung-ha and was not responding to them one by one.

“By the way, Chungha.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t you feel that something is a little dangerous?”
“Ah…”

Sun Moo-hee pointed at Baek Cheong-ha, who was moving without expression, with a gaze that did not know where he was looking.

Baek Cheong-ha, who reached Hwagyeong by killing her father, was originally timid and rarely opened her mouth first, but recently the frequency has become even rarer.

“… It must be complicated inside.”

Even she herself was shocked that her uncle was a traitor, and her heart weakened for an instant and she became a weak woman, but she killed her father with her own hands, so she was shocked.

She had a strong feeling that somehow she was holding on because Jinye, a black man who desperately wanted to be her friend, was by her side.

Jincheon also knows Baek Cheong-ha’s appearance, but clumsily cheering for her father’s death would backfire on her, so she was sparing her words so that she could overcome it herself.

Male voice male voice–

While continuing to move along the expected path of the Demonic Bridge, the Northern Heavenly Palace warriors in a different location began to hum.

“What’s going on?”

When the commander in charge of the warriors of the Northern Heavenly Palace heard the murmur and stepped out, he found an injured scout.

One of the scouts who had done good deeds first returned with an injury.

“What the hell happened?”

When the commander opened his mouth, the injured scout spoke with difficulty.

“Demons… Demonic cultists… Are perched in the vacant lot in front of you…”
“Hey, everyone get out of the way.”

At that time, Jincheon, who was interested in hearing her commotion, wanted to hear a more proper report from the scout, so she broke through the warriors gathered around her.

Tarak! Widely!

“Cock!”

After stopping the bleeding by dabbing a point with her finger, blowing ki into her chest, the scout vomited black blood.

“Huh…Heh…Huh…?”
“I’ve given first aid. Tell me more about those Demonic Cult bastards.”
“A…Thank you. First of all…”

The scout, who was suffering from an injury, felt relieved by Jincheon’s first aid and reported in a normal voice, not the voice that seemed to be cut off earlier.

According to his report, between 24 and 26 Demonic Cultists were seated in the empty lot, and they were dressed in unusually ununiform clothes and had an atmosphere of subtle wariness with each other.

The scouts, including himself, tried to retreat there, but they were discovered by the Demonic Cultists with good intuition, and everyone except himself was killed.

“What do you do? Poongwoon God Dragon Daehyeop.”

The commanding officer, who ordered the treatment of the scouting party behind him, asked Jincheon.

This is because he is assisting Jincheon, not giving orders to Jincheon to subdue the Demonic Cultists.

“Now that we know roughly where they are, approach with caution for ambushes.
“But the number of demons is more than twice that of the Windy Dragon Dragon and the group…”
“Didn’t you see the Dokgo family’s martial arts competition?”
“Yes? Ah, yes. Apparently, there is a guard duty for the Northern Heavenly Palace…”

Jincheon sighed when he asked if he would attend the martial arts tournament because words that would never come out if he had seen his own skills came out of his mouth.

“All of you are lucky. I will show you why I am the future of Safa.”

Since the martial arts tournament, Jincheon has become stronger than before by using his physical abilities.

In addition, since he has hatred towards the Demonic Cult, it is an obvious fact that his hands will be more brutal than usual.

Jincheon started approaching the Demonic Cultist with a cruel smile saying, “How will I kill him this time?”