Episode 124. I’ll just kill half of you.
The story of the head of the horse troop, Jianxing, who used to frequent the Gwangmyeongjangwon in Jeonyeong, was fortunate enough to become a member of the Ten Horse Troops about a month ago.
After that, he moved east, took Jikyeonra Jang Ye as his subordinate, and settled in Guseonsan. He then expanded his power by raiding nearby villages.
Then, he heard a story from his subordinate about a ‘strange object that didn’t seem like it would make money’. He returned to Hahyeopjeomchon because he somehow felt like it was Paljuryeong.
As the village chief’s expression changed, Gok Il-gi asked urgently.
“Have you remembered now?”
“that is…….”
As the village chief was about to speak about the land god, the sound of horse hooves was heard from afar.
The village chief and the thieves’ gazes were turned to one side.
Four men who appeared to be martial artists were riding horses.
Suddenly, a smile appeared on the faces of the village chief and the villagers.
I asked for help from Baekgeommun a while ago, and it seemed like they came at just the right time.
The ten scattered bandits gathered around Gokilgi and Jangye.
Jang Ye, who knew the inaction of Gokilgi, snorted and said.
“Huh! They say a puppy doesn’t know how scary a tiger is. Whoever it is, it’s coming to find its place to die.”
Hehehee! Hehe.
The four horses that had been running like the wind, all of which seemed to have excellent horsemanship, stopped.
Soon, the four people landed lightly on the ground.
Baekhwageom Somujin frowned as he discovered two decapitated corpses.
At first glance, it was clear that a group of bandits were pillaging the village and killing people.
Lee Shin-woong, who was more choleric than So Mu-jin, stepped forward and shouted.
“What kind of people are they! How dare they loot and kill in broad daylight! They are definitely a group of thieves!”
Jang Ye answered with a smile.
“Yes, we are the heroes who have settled in Guseonsan. Who are you guys?”
At the mention of Guseonsan, Lee Shin-woong’s eyes narrowed.
As expected, they were the thieves of Guseonsan.
But I’m a little concerned that they’re too confident for thieves who haven’t even entered the Green Forest.
“We are the people of Baekgeommun! Since you have killed the villagers, there is no point in talking any further! We will kill them all and appease the souls of those who were killed!”
With those words, Lee Shin-woong drew his sword.
Somujin and his two disciples also quickly drew their swords.
Although they were outnumbered, the Baekgeommun men showed no signs of fear. When the opponent was a group of ordinary bandits, numbers had little meaning.
Then, Gok Il-gi, who was watching, let out a ‘heh heh’ sound as if he couldn’t hold back his laughter.
That’s when So Mu-jin and Lee Shin-woong turn their gaze to him.
Suddenly, the new model of the diary disappeared from that spot like a ghost.
Somujin, surprised by his opponent’s new technique, shouted briefly.
“Watch out! This is no ordinary guy!”
Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew overhead.
Kwakwakwakwa-.
A giant axe spun like a windmill and came down on the heads of four people.
Four men swung their swords over their heads and struck the axes.
Tata tata tang.
First, Joo Yoon-seong and Won Ja-cheong fell behind.
So Mu-jin and Lee Shin-woong retreated, their expressions of defeat clearly visible.
Gokilgi ran like the wind, picked up the axe again, and attacked Somujin.
Booooooooong-.
So Mu-jin, who was shocked by the loud noise, did not dare to confront it and hurriedly retreated.
The axe naturally pointed towards Lee Shin-woong next to him.
Lee Shin-woong tried to kick the axe with his sword, but he lost his strength and ended up getting caught in the axe instead.
Kwaaang.
Lee Shin-woong was hit by an axe and flew backwards, spraying blood.
“Priests!”
So Mu-jin tried to run to Lee Shin-woong, but the axe blocked her way.
“Kuhahaha! Who’s going to kill whom?”
Gokilgi swung his axe again, laughing.
Somujin quickly took a step back, but Gokilgi followed him like a shadow.
Booooow-.
Once again, the axe flew into Somujin’s upper body.
Unable to shake him off, Somujin stabbed him with her sword with a shout of ‘Cha-ha-ta!’
It was truly a double-crossing strategy.
But surprisingly, the heavy axe was much faster than the sword.
Somujin opened her eyes wide in surprise.
If we continue like this, it will not be a win-win situation, but rather a situation where only we will end up dying.
He had no choice but to retrieve his sword and pick up his axe.
Chirik.
But even though he struck with all his might, the axe did not change direction.
“omg!”
As the axe approached, Somujin instinctively rolled on the ground. He unleashed the Brain Tagon that the martial artists hate more than death.
“Hahahaha! Die! Die!”
Gokilgi went crazy like a madman and hit the ground with an axe.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Every time, Somujin had to roll around here and there.
So Mu-jin, who had been rolling around absentmindedly for a while, realized belatedly that the other person was harassing her.
‘What the hell!’
The axe-chopping didn’t feel as delicate as it did the first time.
The opponent was literally playing around and pounding the floor nonstop. It was as if he was telling me not to get up and just roll around.
Just then a carriage glided toward us and stopped.
It felt natural, as if we had stopped for a moment while touring a famous tourist attraction.
Immediately after, six people opened the carriage door and came out.
Yu Geun-sik, who was sitting next to the coachman, suddenly flew down.
The seven people were wandering around in a way that did not fit with the tense atmosphere.
Gok Il-gi, who was in the middle of chopping wood on the ground, stepped back in frustration.
“What are you guys?”
When the chopping stopped, So Mu-jin ran to Lee Shin-woong and hugged his upper body.
Fortunately, Lee Shin-woong’s breath was still on.
So Mu-jin carried Lee Shin-woong and moved to where Joo Yoon-seong and Won Ja-cheong were.
Somujin let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the thief standing guard.
‘Ha! It looks like they weren’t in the same group.’
I sometimes get the feeling that maybe Jeong Ui-maeng and Nam Gung-se are really people.
But that didn’t mean I could feel at ease.
The axe-wielding thief’s martial arts skills were beyond imagination.
Can they handle the high-level priest and the one who defeated them?
Namgungcheon of Cheongung Sword approached the trembling old man.
Jang Ye, who was guarding the old man, unconsciously took a step back at the man’s prayer.
“Old man, what is happening here right now?”
The village chief answered with a face that looked like it had come back to life.
“They are the bandits of Guseonsan. They robbed us once a few days ago, and they came again today and are demanding something from us… … .”
“What did you want me to give you?”
“It’s a round object with eight bell-shaped carvings on all sides. When I said I didn’t know, they killed people without warning.”
“Eight drop shapes in all directions?”
Namgungcheon tilted his head.
What on earth is it that you’re willing to kill people to take it from?
At that time, Hwayongdoksim Namgungyeon muttered.
“Paljuryung.”
With those words, the atmosphere in the room changed.
The diary approached with brisk strides, its life in full swing.
“I asked, ‘What are those guys doing?’”
Gucheonnodo Simtong blocked his way and asked.
“Are you also a rice beggar of the famous religion? Judging from the fact that you brought Baek Jeong-geom and his party to that state, you must be a member of the Ten Horsemen. Is that right?”
Gokilgi glared at Simtong with a dumbfounded expression.
No one has ever said such crazy things knowing that they are the Ten Horsemen.
“Kuuuut! You are a senile old man. If you knew that I am one of the ten great warriors of the famous religion, you would run away… … .”
A pain in his heart cut him off.
“Ahhhh. That’s right, you’ve met the right master today. Your Majesty, I’ll kill exactly half of them. Please allow me.”
“crazy…….”
Gokilgi looked at the old man with absurd eyes.
It was absurd that an old man with a goatee would kill half of the famous sect’s ten horse soldiers.
What happened next was even more absurd.
Among the old man’s group, one young man answered with a natural and innocent expression.
“Tch! Where are you going to sell the medicine? You’re only going to kill half of them anyway.”
Unable to bear it any longer, Gokilgi put strength into his hand that was holding the axe.
“Yes, go ahead and talk. Those two old men were shouting louder than you guys earlier, but in the end, they were beaten like dogs by me. I’ll show you that the Ten Horse Soldiers aren’t names you can just say in vain.”
“Hehehe. Now that we’ve talked enough, let’s die. Do you think there are more than one or two soldiers who died at the hands of our Confucius?”
Along with the words, Simtong pulled out the maple leaf.
Soon, Gokilgi and Simtong rushed towards each other.
Chachachachang. Papa Pot.
The axe and the sword were dazzlingly intertwined.
Unlike So Mu-jin and Lee Shin-woong, Sim Tong’s path did not bounce back.
Rather, every time it was hit by his sword, the axe would flinch and go off course.
The diary’s face was distorted.
He also felt that he was unable to press down on the path with his own strength.
I haven’t had anything like this since becoming a 12-year-old soldier, so I don’t know what’s going on.
‘Damn! He looks just like a thief… … .’
As he gradually became out of breath, Gok Il-gi unleashed his life-saving skill, Gwangpungparang.
Wheezing-.
As the name suggests, a huge gust of wind from the axe blew towards Simtong. The gust of wind itself seemed to be a type of energy that was quite strong.
“Hey you! Let’s see whose wind is stronger!”
The heart shook violently, extending the leaf blade straight ahead.
This is the unfolding of the three-style Yunryongpungho of the Nine Thousand Heavenly Laws.
Kwakwakwakwa-.
It’s truly a battle of strength and strength.
The axe’s gust of wind and the dragon’s fist created by the leaf blade collided in the middle.
Kwajajajajak.
A short scream erupted, accompanied by the sound of something breaking and shattering.
“Ugh!”
The axe handle was shattered into pieces and scattered in all directions.
The debris caught in the dragon’s wind swept past the upper body of the standing Gokilgi.
Gok Il-gi, torn to pieces by sword energy and debris, died with his eyes wide open.
“Oh my! I killed him in one go!”
Simtong ran away, startled.
So Mu-jin, Joo Yoon-seong, and Won Ja-cheong looked at the old man with blank eyes.
His magic was a world beyond their wildest dreams. Even if he was the eldest disciple of the Seven-Pay Clan, he wouldn’t be able to do that much.
But what really surprised them was what happened after that.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
A loud crunching sound of bones being dislocated was heard from the body of the dead thief.
And then the clothes and skin fell off in pieces, and a monster with dark red skin emerged from within. It looked like a butterfly breaking through a cocoon.
Of course, it wasn’t a butterfly, but a monster with crimson skin.
The mouths of Somujin and his group dropped open in shock at the news they had seen for the first time in their lives.
The old man’s martial arts were amazing, but what happened next was shockingly shocking.
Oddly enough, the body of this song is not as large as before.
Instead, there was a single horn on the crown.
“Klarararara-.”
Gokilgi opened his mouth toward the sky and shouted as if calling out to someone.
Then he slowly turned his head towards Simtong.
The creepy hostility streaming from his dark eyes seemed to indicate that he knew who had killed him.
Simtong, who felt creepy for no reason, quietly hid behind Yeonjeokha.
“Why, do more? You said you were only going to kill half of them?”
“I have taken care of the first part, so now it is up to you to finish it.”
“Anyway, it’s not an ordinary mouth.”
Yeonjeokha walked forward, shaking her head as if she had lost.
Wuxia,
