Heavenly Inquisition Sword

Episode 17. Take good care of my brothers. At that

moment, the eyes of Yeonjeokha flashed.

At first glance, I felt a deep life in the eyes of the other party.

‘joy! That’s right.’

Bakdo under Yeonjeokha escaped the scabbard.

Although he came out one beat later than Hwang Yo-myeong, Yeon Jeok-ha’s sword was faster.

With the sound of cracking ice, Hwang Yo-myeong’s bakdo was cut in the middle.

Hwang Yo-myeong looked at Yeonjeok-ha with blank eyes.

Obviously, he swung the Bakdo all the way, but why is Yeonjeokha standing still?

“omg!”

Hwang Yo-myung, who belatedly confirmed his shortened pace, stepped back.

“Let’s stop that. I lost.”

Along with the horse, Hwang Yo-myung hurriedly threw away his sword, fearing that Yeon Jeok-ha would bite him.

Yeonjeokha muttered, looking at Hwang Yomyeong like that.

“Uncle, you are patient.”

“…?”

Hwang Yo-myeong tilted her head, not knowing what she was talking about, but turned her gaze to Sim Yang-gak and Mu-yeong Sin-tu Baek Gyo, whom she considered to be on the same side.

Shen Yang-gak pointed at his left arm with a strange face.

Hwang Yo-myeong inadvertently turned her gaze to her left arm.

“Ahh!”

The elbow part was cut in half, and it was dangling.

Hwang Yo-myeong ran frantically down the mountain, clutching his half-cut left arm with his right hand. It seems that he is going to visit a nearby Haga village clinic.

After a while, people’s eyes turned to Shenyanggak and Baekgyo.

In fact, there were no thieves who didn’t know that those two had done this.

The gazes of Shenyanggak and Baekkyo intertwined.

The two were having a final battle of nerves over who would go first.

In fact, Simyanggak and Baekkyo were a little intimidated by the Yeonjeokha technique they had just shown.

It is clear that the serial archer only moved the Bakdo once from the bottom to the top.

The two also saw Yeonjeokha’s knife cut Bakdo.

The problem is that they don’t even know why Hwang Yo-myeong’s elbow was cut off.

Shenyanggak frowned.

Could it be that he poured two energies into one sword?

To do so, you must reach a level where you can handle pottery freely.

However, that was impossible even for himself, who ate more than a day suddenly.

‘That kid has reached that level? No way.’

Wouldn’t the elders of Chilpaimun know?

A young thief in Obongsan is on the verge of pottery? the dog will laugh

In the end, it was said that he used a method he did not know, but it was uncomfortable.

‘If you’re a master at the level of Muyoungshintu, you’ll be able to make your opponent reveal his bottom line…’

Simyanggak hoped that Baekkyo would come forward first.

But Baek Kyo did not budge.

Whites are not fools. He was worn out in the river and had no desire to fight for Shenyang Pavilion.

Yeon Jeok-ha, who was watching the two old Madou’s wits fight, spoke plainly.

“I guess it’s difficult to set the order. Shall I choose?”

Shen Yang-gak, who was worried, nodded.

It’s because I don’t want to lose my strength with Baek Kyo before fighting Yeon Jeok Ha.

Baek Gyo, realizing Shen Yang-gak’s intentions, replied with a hearty laugh.

“Heh heh heh! Brother Yeon Let’s do it. In fact, it is difficult for the two of us to distinguish between superiority and inferiority…”

Yeonjeokha cut off Baekkyo’s words.

“It’s done. come out of you.”

An awkward smile appeared on the chosen Baek Gyo’s face.

I blame myself for saying, ‘I think I caught your eye by talking too long when I should have nodded like Shimyanggak.’

However, Baek Gyo quickly shook off his thoughts and walked in front of Yeon Jeok Ha.

“Hehe, we’re all Korean, so let’s try not to get hurt.”

I swear, Baek Kyo has never said such a thing since I was born.

In fact, if it wasn’t for Simyanggak next to me, I might have bowed my head and stepped back. He didn’t want to risk losing a limb because of his rank.

“I want to do it as much as possible, but I’m not used to using a knife, so I’m not confident. I never had a fight until I climbed the mountain.”

Baegyo rolled his eyes without rest.

You can tell by feeling that Yeonjeokha has little fighting experience.

That young fellow seems a little far from being evil or venomous. By nature, bad guys have shady eyes, regardless of age or age.

On the other hand, Yeonjeokha’s eyes are clear enough to believe that he is a swordsman of a political faction. Aside from his cheeky tone, I would believe that young fellow is a son of a famous family.

“Hum-hum, so I won’t use a knife. Knives are too dangerous.”

Baegyo then pulled out a black steel wire from his waist.

Sim Yang-gak, who was listening to Baek Kyo from a distance, shook his head excitedly.

‘He’s like a shameless old man.’

Baek-gyo is famous as a thief, like the nickname Mu-yeong-sin-too.

Another nickname of Baegyo is Prince Yang (梁上君子). It was named because he used Seopseon as his main weapon like the Confucius from Yangga’s house. However, his steel line was dangerous enough to cut down even a giant tree.

‘I’m going to take advantage of that young guy’s mediocre experience so that he won’t be able to use a knife, right?’

just as expected?

When Baek Gyo, who was in a relationship, raised a black line, he threw Bak Do back.

A mischievous smile crept across Baek Gyo’s lips.

Soon after, Baek Gyo opened a steel line and approached Yeon Jeok Ha.

shhh. shhhh.

A grotesque rupture sounded every time the steel wire moved.

When the light balloon method, the festival of Baegyo, was unfolded, the surroundings of Yeonjeokha were filled with sunyoung (扇影).

A few of them landed on his face.

The serial enemy hurriedly slammed the fan flying into his face with the palm of his hand.

puck.

For the first time, Yeonjeokha frowned.

The tingling in my palms felt like being hit by an iron club.

If it hadn’t been for the energy of the Gucheongi that dwelled in his body, his bones might have been broken.

‘It’s not an ordinary debt.’

I feel like I’ve been fooled too late.

Baegyo’s straight eyes seem to be laughing at him.

‘Oh! The old man earns a hawk. Let’s see who’s stronger!’

He gathered a lot of Gucheongi in his two fists.

Then he started banging on the fan shimmering around him.

bang. bang. bang. bang. bang.

Every time his fist touched the steel fan, there was a sound of metal clashing.

Baek Gyo couldn’t come to his senses.

It seemed like everything was over when he pushed the enemy enemy with his bare hands.

When Yeonjeokha hit the fan with the enemy’s air force, it was regarded as a last resort.

It’s like striking a sword with your bare hands.

I definitely thought so, and with the conviction that I would win, I fought hard against the fists of my rival.

But somehow, the one who was injured was not the opponent, but himself.

At some point, the feeling in my wrist disappeared.

The steel fan and his body are almost in a state of unity. The impact of the steel fan primarily hurt my wrist, and now I’ve been living with it until it’s cut off.

‘Stop hitting him! I’m going to die like this!’

Baek Gyo gritted his teeth and endured.

He prayed that his fists would break before his own body.

But the sky did not hear his prayer.

‘Oops!’

Something fishy rose up in his throat.

In an instant, Baek Gyo realized that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

The light balloon method, which should have been endlessly connected, suddenly broke off.

In the end, the moment he retrieved the fan he had struggled to reach in front of his face, Baek Kyo hesitated for a moment. It felt as if the power had slipped out of my grasp and the fan was about to spill.

Then my eyes flashed.

Boom.

Baegyo’s body flew backwards with a steel fan attached to his face.

Iron flip.

The thieves on the left rushed over and took off the white bridge.

The place where Baek Kyo’s head had been placed was covered with blood.

Seeing Baegyo’s face crushed among the people, Sim Yang-gak was lightly fed up.

‘Young bastard is cruel.’

No matter how bandit you are, how could you smash the face of an old man who eats a pot of rice like that?

Baek Kyo, as well as himself, were deceived by his innocent appearance.

Hey, where are the good guys on this floor?

The opponent was not a lucky fledgling, but a green master.

Unlike Hwang Yo-myeong, who is only at the county level (prefecture level), he and Baek Gyo are provincial (provincial level) masters, but the end of that young man’s inaction is unknown.

‘Youngshintu beat Baekkyo in 10 seconds…’ is

10 seconds, but in fact, Yeonjeokha only attacked directly once.

In that one blow, the Baegyo collapsed.

If you had a lot of experience in serial loading, you wouldn’t have hit the fan nine times.

Shen Yang-gak knew that he would not be able to compete with Yeonjeok-ha.

He himself is similar to Baekkyo or only about half higher than him.

‘If I fight Baegyo, I’ll have to grapple for about 100 seconds to get a decision…’

That delicate-looking enemy was smashed in 10 seconds.

It is said that he learned anti-magic skills, and the opponent’s air power is also terrifying.

Shen Yang-gak, who was strong in the river, could vaguely know the secret of the strength of Yeonjeokha.

‘Fuck. Now that I see him, he’s an expert in his inner workings.’

Without that, you can’t destroy Baekkyo in one shot.

It is not possible by chance or luck.

Mouth was dry.

‘Why is a guy like that in Obongsan?’

‘Is that possible at just that age?’

‘That’s not the problem. Now what?’

It was at this time that Simyanggak was struggling with the issue of dealing with the enemy shipyard for a long time.

Yeon Jeok-ha picked up the Bakdo lying on the floor and approached Sim Yang-gak with it slung over his shoulder.

“Are you going to use a knife?”

Surprised, Shen Yang-gak waved his hand.

“No no. You’ve changed your mind. I have no intention of doing a dance with Brother Yeon.”

“No?”

“exactly. Originally, Baegyo and my martial arts are so similar that it is difficult to distinguish between superiority and inferiority. Since Baekkyo lost, you don’t have to fight to know. I will not challenge you.”

Yeon Jeok-ha glanced at Baek-gyo, who had fallen unconscious with a sullen face.

‘Let’s end it like this?’

Even until morning, I was annoyed, but when the opponent bowed down and came out, it withered away.

Looking at Poongyeoncho and Takgomyeong, they are nodding their heads as if saying, “It’s enough.”

The matchless katabuta wordlessly tapped the soles of his feet with a sword.

It’s his habit that comes out when he thinks deeply about something.

Twenty or so thieves only looked at the soles of the couple’s feet with nervous eyes. Although he is the youngest, it is only natural that no one can tell him what to do.

Finally, the younger brother’s mouth opened.

“The old man.”

Shen Yang-gak was blinded by the unfamiliar words.

It’s because it’s the first time I’ve heard of it to the point that I forget the fact that it refers to myself.

“there is no answer? Are we just going to fight?”

When Yeon Jeok-ha glared at him, Shen Yang-gak only then realized that ‘old man’ meant him.

“That’s not it.”

“no? Wasn’t the one who lost the younger brother?”

“Ah yes. no.”

Her pride was hurt, but Shen Yang-gak held it in.

After all, this floor is not a place where people are treated by force rather than by age.

“Take good care of my brothers. If you hear another sound, I won’t forgive you. OK?”

When Jondae and Hadae were mixed up, Shen Yang-gak felt strangely bad.

‘It’s like a bastard like that. Either speak plainly or show respect.’

Doesn’t this sound like teasing, saying, ‘I’m older than you, but I’m going to speak rudely because I’m older’.

“there is no answer?”

“Yes, I’ll meet you.”

Shenyanggak closed his eyes and bowed his head.

My teeth gnashed at the humiliation I suffered in front of other bandits, but I had to put up with it for now.

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