Chronicles Of The Martial God’s Return

Episode 423

“These guys…!”

The situation cannot be said to be good.

The number of people scattered everywhere seemed to be in the hundreds.

They were all masters who had risen to the top level one by one, and the people they were dealing with were not the same martial artists.

Since they are cutting down ordinary people who do not even know martial arts, it is no exaggeration to say that they are carrying out a truly one-sided massacre.

Although the police have come forward and are somehow able to stand together, it is not at all easy to kill the bloodthirsty group that is advancing like a storm.

“This way! “Hide here!”

Hong Won-chang shouted with a red face.

It is unfortunate that he cannot swing his sword even once in front of the dying people, but each person has a role to play.

Although he was not strong enough to swing a sword, Hong Wenchang was doing the best he could.

“Sa… help me!”

Then I heard a voice.

Hong Wenchang was startled and turned his head to look at that place.

A man was walking among the crowd of bloodthirsty people.

However, Hyeolcheon rushed forward and swung his sword as if he would not let go of his prey.

Suddenly!

The heads of ordinary people flew up.

The blood soaked the ground, and the moment I saw that scene, I became angry without even knowing it.

“You guys!”

“Ah… no! “Hyeongyeong!”

The police officers nearby fiercely tried to dissuade Hong Won-chang.

If you attack with a knife, you will end up dead.

It is no exaggeration to say

that the strength of the opponent is on a different level from theirs .

The police officers, who could not afford to lose Hong Won-chang in a place like this, stepped forward to stop him.

“This… this is where we…

uh… hurry up and go!”

“What are you talking about! “How can you guys defeat them!”

“Do not worry! “Isn’t the life of a wise man more precious than our lives?”

“What kind of bullshit is that!” Hong Wenchang got angry.

What is precious and what is mean in human life? In the past, it was a situation that Hong Won-chang would have followed without a second thought, but it was impossible for Hong Won-chang, who had seen and learned a lot while accompanying Dan Woo-hyeon.

He became so deep that he memorized the names of each and every police officer, and he valued the lives of his people and subordinates more than his own.

“We’d rather be together!”

Hong Won-chang drew his sword and stood side by side with the police.

Death is scary.

This applies not only to Hong Won-chang but also to the police officers.

It is true that anyone who is not brave enough to overcome even death cannot help but tremble in an unwinnable battle.

To remain in that position despite knowing such facts was truly a hero’s feat that required great courage.

“Tongue… Lord Hyeongeung…!”

“no way! Noisy, noisy! If you can’t protect yourself, you’ll be beaten to death by your lord, so what’s your life worth? “Hold on with the

intention of being together with those guys !”

“All right!”

The police shouted loudly and grabbed their spears.

A wise man is standing next to him.

At one time, he was a man so evil that it was almost laughable to follow him, but at some point, I started following him wholeheartedly and thought that I wanted to assist him until he died.

Many people living in this land of Akyang speak.

If you have Gunjageom and Macheongun, the heroes of Akyang, there is nothing to be afraid of.

But the police officers were different.

Rather than the Gunja Sword and Macheongun who did not appear in front of them right now, the Hyeonryeong who stands together holding a sword to protect the people is probably the true hero of Akyang.

“Stop it!”

Boom boom!

Hong Won-chang’s shout rang out as if it would shake the sky.

At the same time, a horde of Blood Heaven poured towards him.

Not everyone was there, bowing and praying across the river.

Not only the rogues who came to Agyang, but also people from the prestigious political faction were mixed together.

A place a little far from Agyang Jeju Street.

There is a deck that has been built there for about a few years.

This deck was built by a wealthy man who was once quite famous in Akyang, and it fell into the hands of a group about a year ago.

No one knew it, and no one even wanted to know it.

Haomun, one of the best intelligence groups in Akyang, as well as the occasionally seen beggar gangsters, did not even know they existed.

The change in ownership was so secret, and the clerks also changed so slowly that their identities were not revealed.

Death-!

“Wow!”

“Aaaah!”

However, the moment each Jeomsoy, and even the women carrying the tea, held their swords, the prayer felt changed.

He immediately broke the momentum of the rushing blood and cut off its leash. Not only does he possess perfect swordsmanship, but the moment each move unfolds, you wonder if there will be anyone who can stop it.

Demonic energy gushing out overflowing.

Everyone here is a devil.

“What should I do with this?”

A man flicked away his sword and stuck out his tongue.

Although they were gathered here to protect Sadohak, the Honam Danga was too high for them to protect.

That’s why they decided to watch the situation and bought Daru and stayed there, but the untimely appearance of Hyeolcheon put them in a difficult situation.

Should they reveal their existence and help, or should they just pretend not to know?

But no matter how I looked at it, it was not a situation I could ignore.

“The leader is not there. “If things continue like this, even the Honam unit price will be damaged.”

“There’s no one there, right?”

“If the manor is destroyed, it won’t be a laughing matter.” “Of course.”

They swallowed their moans.

The first person to see the power of Dan Woo-hyeon before his eyes was none other than Demonic Gyo.

Even when I think about it now, the power that blew up the entire Cheonmagak building is not human.

The place where such a person stays is Honamdanga.

I thought that if they didn’t stop it even though it was falling apart, Woohyun’s anger might be directed towards them.

“But there is the Namgung family.”

A woman dressed as a maid looked out the window and lightly threw a dagger.

A dagger landed on the face of the person who was climbing the wall and he fell.

“Hmm, the political factions are reluctant….”

“Our religious leader also likes this place. “I’m reluctant to join forces with the bastards of the political faction, but let’s push those damn bastards out first and think about it.”

The magicians each nodded their heads.

They gathered their weapons and turned their heads.

The sound of a fight taking place in the street could be heard fiercely.

“There must be someone leading this group.”

A man muttered and held a knife.

If this many people were attacking, there was bound to be someone leading the group.

However, considering that it has not yet revealed itself, it is likely that it is either very cautious or its skills are not that great.

The man looked at each of the magicians one by one.

“Find it.”

Finally, the most important words were spoken.

The demonic cultists all lowered their heads.

Now that there was no apostolic science, the highest person was the man in front of him, and it was no exaggeration to say that his words were absolute.

“Damn, that’s a huge number!” Namgung sixteen swords (南宮十A 劍).

People say that there are sixteen swords in the seven swords of the Shaolin Nahan shaman, Namgung.

If you ask who is stronger, their skills are so strong that they can easily overwhelm an entire sect.

Namgung Hanjung, the leader of the Namgung Sixteen Swords, was impressed.

The number of Hyeolcheon flocking from all directions rarely decreases. It seemed like they had cut down a lot of people, but unlike them who were getting tired, they were full of energy.

That’s not the only disadvantage.

Unlike themselves, who had to fight and protect those who did not know martial arts, Hyeolcheon tried to kill anyone he saw by swinging his sword, so this fight was difficult in many ways.

Before they knew it, they were drenched in sweat.

His breathing is rough and his agility is at a low point. If a little more time passes like this, no one will be able to stand it and will collapse.

“Isn’t this really difficult, brother? “I came over from Anhui and hid here to avoid those guys, and it looks like I’ll end up fighting them and falling.”

“The head of the family said it was safe here.”

“…Just because you didn’t take us with you in the first place, you didn’t think it was that safe.”

A woman sighed and shook her head.

He sighed, wondering if they didn’t know the matriarch’s personality.

But what she said isn’t particularly wrong.

Namgung Se did not bring the Namgung Sixteen Swords, one of his greatest forces, into the fight against Hyeolcheon. This is to prepare for any situation that may arise in this area.

Like right now.

“But is there too much?”

Namgung Hanjung smiled with a puzzled expression.

Simply blocking a few people isn’t that difficult. Nangong Sega’s strength was not limited to sixteen swords, so he was confident that he would not be easily defeated under any circumstances.

But now it was a bit difficult.

Because quite a lot of people were flocking there.

“be careful!”

Spread it!

Suddenly, a group of Hyeolcheon appeared. The moment I stretched out my knife and was about to slit a man’s throat, a memory that came from somewhere stuck between my eyes.

Surprised, the sixteen swords turned their heads.

And then I saw people wearing black clothes flocking there one after another.

“Damn… why are those bastards over there again?”

“Who is it? “Is this your first time seeing me?”

“It is a massacre unit that competes for supremacy even in the Demonic Cult. “I heard that it was raised by the Demon Emperor himself

.” “Black rain (黑雨)….”

“The name ‘black rain’ really suits them well.”

“ha ha ha.”

It’s raining.

The sixteen swords swallowed their groans as they saw them suddenly appear. The mere fact that I was with them in this land of Agyang gives me goosebumps.

They are the Demonic Cult’s best killing squad.

A long time ago, there was a small and medium-sized sect in the Murim Alliance that had its own power.

The number of disciples was over 500, and because they had a good relationship with the Mangeum Sangdan, there was no one within the Murim Alliance who looked down on them.

At that time, that sect had a very bad relationship with the Demonic Cult, and the Demon Emperor Sadohak sent a black army to annihilate the five hundred people in just one hour, erasing their name from the world.

“Over there…”

Death!

At that time, Namgung-eun, the youngest, swung a sword.

When I cut the body of Hyeolcheon who was running in, the blood spilled on the floor to the point of redness. Even as they saw the people falling down, the group of Hyeolcheon rushed at them without stopping.

“You can talk about it later…”

“Oh, I see.”

“I don’t like it, but should I give it a try?”

Nangong Sixteen Sword’s eyes sparkled.

I was confused for a moment because the demon cultists appeared, but it was Akyang land anyway.

Even if something were to happen, it wasn’t something strange, so it wasn’t particularly surprising.

Now all I had to think about was surviving with all my might.

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