I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 52



[Episode 52] But that wasn’t it

In the distant past when a thousand-year-old war broke out all born children were searched for and killed.

Still because of the selfish mothers who hid the birth of their children they killed them all at a generous 100 days old before and after.

Much blood and tears drenched the earth.

However the thousand-year-old ferocious lonely star-born child had to be eliminated even if it meant risking his life.

Otherwise rather than just moistening the ground it will come as a huge wave and the land will be submerged under blood and tears.

A thousand years of life was a madness that no human could dare endure.

And it is a madness that gradually grows and increases.

At first you just enjoy the sight of blood the scent tearing off flesh and crunching bones.

However in the process as the desire to kill gradually seeps into one’s marrow one begins to realize other pleasures in addition to killing.

It was a realization that seeing people’s sadness and frustration made me laugh and that there was no entertainment more dizzying than the pain of others.

Cheong’s gaze was caught by death.

It was when I was standing there looking down at the rustling mountain.

Suddenly Cheong’s arm moved.

A great feel as if you are pushing a blade that is tightly packed together. Are your muscles strong? You trained well.

Cheong’s head turns one beat late.

The strangely bent head turned towards the enemy.

It was a man holding his severed forearm.

“nice to meet you. “Is this our first meeting?”

Wolnyeo’s sword fluttered filling the space.

Originally the Wolnyeo sword was a sword that fluttered brightly and cheerfully but the image of it when it was 1000 years old painted a completely different picture.

Seductive and insidious.

Like a mosquito that has suddenly caught on and touches your body in an instant it stings your body immediately and flies away heavily and staggeringly.

The tip of the moonlight sword dug in and struck the tendon it touched. The tight tendon breaks and becomes entangled in the muscle.

The enemy whose limbs and veins had been severed fell down with his limbs bent in strange directions.

Cheong let out an exclamation at the familiar posture.

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“oh! An unexpected identity? “He knows something.”

Cheong stabbed the enemy’s side once and moved forward. The enemy’s stomach whose spleen had been cut cleanly swelled greatly and blood began to leak out.

It was a gift left only by the royal grandson.

Now Cheong has almost memorized the inside of the human body.

We learned information about where to stab how to cut and where to cut.

Cheong swept the sword’s body with his finger stole some blood and rubbed it on his tongue.

I heard that the salty and fishy taste is strangely addictive.

Well then I should also enjoy the banquet now.

“Priest!”

A desperate cry. Cheong’s head turned quickly.

The appearance of an enemy raising a sword towards the fallen Daejeongmundo. For a moment life came to Cheong’s eyes.

The enemy who was about to strike with his sword lost his balance and fell.

When Daejeongmundo who was covered in corpses was scared and pushed away he saw a decoration sticking out of the enemy’s temple.

It is a hairpin an ornament that holds a woman’s hair in place.

“are you okay?”

A beautiful voice that is not suitable for the battlefield along with long fingers like white jade that pull out the decoration of the hairpin.

Daejeongmundo looked up at his benefactor blankly.

oh my god. You are so kind.

Daejeongmundo was mesmerized.

“what? Isn’t it okay? “Are you a little late?”

Cheong asked wiping the hairpin off his pants and putting it back on his hair.

Daejeongmundo suddenly came to his senses.

“ah. Thank you!”

“Thank you Sozer!”

The other main gate members who had been crying out for priests also joined in the overwhelming gratitude.

Cheong embarrassed waved his hand.

“What? Fight carefully. “Don’t get hurt for no reason.”

Shinnyeomun Vision Hair Brother No. 11.

Turn it on loud and insert seven hairpins.

This is the secret of the Shinnyeomun Gate in which a woman made of steel is equipped with five dangling pinnyeos two for throwing on her head.

Even in places where weapons are not allowed no one would take issue with a woman’s hairpin.

Although it has the disadvantage of making the head seriously heavy a master’s neck vertebrae do not give in.

With Cheong’s strength he could withstand even the shape of a dense needle on the hour hand.

Instead the appearance will become very suspicious.

I’m kind of losing my temper.

Cheong licked his lips and looked at the battlefield.

Paengdaesan’s exciting counter-sword attack is visible.

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The Waldo that went into the side of the neck came out down the other side.

The diagonally torn body fell backwards with a thump.

Eh. Don’t let it be neat. What is that?

As expected the immaturity of Nabulaengi in the middle period.

Cheong dug into the main gate and fired his sword.

The Divine Lady’s Sword Three Chosic Celestial Lady’s Ledger.

The sword wrapped around the sword passed through the enemy’s body in a path similar to that of Mt.

However the results were different.

The severed body slid along the diagonal cut surface and spilled out.

okay. This is the best diagonal cut.

Sanyi was still very far away.

Or maybe it’s the limit of a half-swordsman?

Cheong nodded in satisfaction.

It was a cruel but amazing miracle.

There the forward wave corps hesitated and took a step back and the warriors at Daejeongmun increased their momentum with shouts.

Cheong responded by raising his hand and surveying the battlefield.

I saw Namgung Shinjae over there.

As befits the name Geomtooth he just seemed to be silently swinging his sword.

The left hand which spreads the test paper does nothing.

If you’re going to do something like that wouldn’t it be better to dual wield or at least hold a shield?

what.

You say you like yourself. How come.

And then I saw Changbin on the other side.

Cheong was surprised.

Why is he fighting so well?

The traces drawn by the sword energy remained breaking apart and scattering.

Afterimages of broken sword energy fluttering white and red.

It was truly a brilliant flower display with fallen flowers blowing all over the world as the wind blew.

It wasn’t just beauty to look at.

Flower petals flow in the wind as the rushing sword blows.

The fallen petals touched the enemy and bloomed again turning blood red.

The sight of the enemy falling was caught in the blue.

The scars the size of fingernails had been eaten away by the sword of a flower petal left no part of my body intact blood was leaking all over my body and I was writhing and unable to come to my senses.

Cheong felt a little aggrieved.

By the way isn’t that a magic attack or something else?

Why do they say that what I use is the world’s ten greatest magic techniques?

That’s just as cruel but why me?

In fact Cheong’s impression was not so wrong.

The original volcano sword is cruel.

The Volcanic Season Talmyeong Yeonhwan Samseon Sword is powerful.

But it was too cruel.

Even the swordsmen of Hwasan were reluctant to learn it saying it was not a sword technique for a swordsman to use.

Thus the true evil intentions of Talmyeong Yeonhwan Samseongeom were hidden through the martial arts that later generations developed.

And the brotherhood of Byun and Kwae added extravagance.

This was the birth of the famous plum sword.

However the cruelty that was hidden by glamor did not go anywhere.

Full bloom overflowing with sword and blood.

Salseong which had been suppressed by the gratitude of the Daejeong disciples slowly raised its head again.

okay. I can’t lose either!

Qing penetrated among the enemies.

—-

It was too late for Yeomsaraedal to realize that the situation had gone very wrong.

The Forward Wave Corps was a special operations unit of the Demonic Cult comprised of at least a first-class level.

After wiping out the political faction’s scoundrels in one go they should have gathered to just watch the sights.

Rather it was being cut properly.

It was because of the young masters who pulled out their sword skills.

They are experts at the minimum peak level.

Moreover among them there is even a plum sword sword from the Hwasan faction.

Yeomsaraedal’s stomach was burning.

What Aanryang Yeomsaraedal wanted to do:

I feel guilty when my subordinates die because of my own shortcomings and in the frustration of hearing the destruction of the group I created I drown the enemy and slowly kill him.

What Aangryang Yeomsaraedal is actually experiencing:

A sense of crisis as Shingyo’s combat unit was lost due to an idiot who failed to properly understand the enemy’s strength.

My subordinates are dying and I am heartbroken.

It’s unfortunate that his loyal subordinates die but what’s more important is his own safety.

What will happen to the captain who destroyed his unit?

High-ranking people in Protestantism would never overlook this.

Yeomsaraedal’s expression became increasingly dark.

It was a critical difference between the political faction the political faction the white faction and the black faction.

It was also the difference between someone looking for us in a dangerous time and someone looking for me.

Of course that doesn’t mean that political factions are all groups of good people.

In the end Yeomsaraedal made a decision.

He swung the shooting star wide and released a whole energy wave and Wang Gaeyuk and Ki Hobeop widened their distance to avoid it.

Then Yeomsaraedal groped my arms.

While the two at the main gate were on guard thinking it was a secret move Yeomsaraedal’s hand pulled out a pocket and threw it away roughly.

The glass bottle inside the bag fell to the ground and broke and mixed with the powder in the bag.

Soon thick smoke began to billow out with explosive force.

Wang Gaeyuk and Ki Hobeop took a step back covering their mouths and noses with their sleeves.

“It’s poison! “Everyone step back!”

In reality we don’t know if it’s really poison or not.

However it was the law of the martial arts community to shout this when they saw suspicious acting.

The sound of a flute echoed through the smoke.

It was the signal for the forward blue corps to retreat.

The evil enemies of the Demonic Cult disappeared in smoke.

It may not be poison but simply a smoke screen.

Many people thought that way but the act of jumping into acting was different.

Because it could have been mixed with poison.

So there were only two types of people who could jump into the smoke.

The first was a person who clearly knew that there was no poison in the smoke.

The retreating forward wave corps members were of this type.

The second was a person who did not have to worry about whether the smoke was poisonous or not.

A person who has already taken the antidote or already dealt with it.

Or maybe it’s a rare constitution that makes it immune to poison.