Whoosh-!
The sword blade covered in Sword Force swims through the air.
Swish-!
Not only was there no rest, but the number of blades was also numerous.
A sword path that even looks chaotic.
However, within it, a clear rule exists.
Harsh years, the cooperation honed because of that.
Movements to block the lines of movement and punish the opponent.
Dozens of sword squads were moving in such cooperation.
Solely to capture one person.
Just looking at the situation, it was a flow that absolutely couldn’t be withstood.
Surprisingly, the opponent was enduring the assault in this situation as if it was nothing.
Seeing this, the branch head of the Murim Alliance’s Guangdong branch.
The Hwa-kyung martial artist Wi Seok had to frown.
‘What is this?’
Boom-!
“Ugh!”
In the chaotic scene, someone soars into the sky.
Starting with one.
Boom-! Boom boom-!
Consecutively, the Alliance’s martial artists collapsed.
‘What on earth…!’
Wi Seok had to widen his eyes in that scene.
It’s a typhoon.
A typhoon made of swords is raging like that, how is that guy so calm.
It’s like the eye of the typhoon.
The sword forms are flashy and precise.
Guangdong, where unorthodox faction members unusually swarm.
In such a place, they are people trained to catch not only demons but also criminals.
Are their levels low? Not at all.
Based on the report from Seo Dong, since he was guessed to be at least a Hwa-kyung martial artist, he composed strong ones and came.
Excluding…