Chapter - 812 Episode 812. Put your hands together, you punk! (2)

It was an overwhelming sight.

Boiling oil poured from dozens of pots larger than humans at once, making the waterfall seem to be pouring for a moment.

But what is pouring over their heads now is not cold waterfalls, but high heat oil that melts and blinds the flesh when touched.

Heo Do-jin's harsh voice broke out.

"Stop it! Protect your disciples!"

There was nothing for you to do.

With Heo Do-jin at the head of the cliff, the shaman's elders, who had been keeping pace with his disciples, immediately kick up the cliff. One step ahead of that, the elders of Shaolin were also soaring up.

It is a gut feeling that if that oil falls on the disciples as it is, there will be heavy casualties.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

It was Shaolin's power that flew in first.

The golden light galloped over the cliff. Dozens of streams of power poured out at once pushed away the flying oil.

Oh, my god!

The chunks of oil that had been falling together were hit by the windpipe and splashed in all directions as if exploding.

"LOL!"

It can be destroyed.

It can be cut off.

However, it is water and oil that is impossible to completely block.

The oil splashed all over the place was now dripped down like rain.

"Don't stop! Break it! Bounce it out!

Bop Kye shouted with all his might.

His blood vessels, which rose over his neck to his head, clearly showed his urgency. The golden power was unleashed again and again.

Obviously it was a great sight, but no amount of power can stop all the rain from falling from the sky.

It was none other than the shaman's elders who blocked the drops of oil falling down by passing Bop Kye and Shaolin's elders.

"Open it!"

With the cry of Heo Do-jin, the swords of the elders stabbed Ho Gong dozens or hundreds of times. In an instant, there were dozens of swordsmen and hundreds of swordsmen on top of them.

The shadow of the sword closely clashed together and grew bigger and bigger and bigger.

a dagger screen.

The sword curtain spread by the shaman's elders covered Shaolin and shaman's disciples like a large roof.

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run!

With the sound of a heavy pole hitting the tent, the drops of oil hit the black screen and bounced off.

A sight like a man's protection from falling rain. It was also a sight to prove how serious Shaolin, Shudang, and the two clans were.

"Ho-ho."

Jang Nilso glowed his eyes as if he were having fun.

"As expected, Shaolin, but you're a shaman?"

A smile of compassion formed around his mouth.

"But…… How long can we stop it?"

Jang Nilso splashed his finger again. Then the empty pots fell to the back and a new one flew away.

"Pour it."

Cots that look bigger than humans tilt once again and new oil begins to pour.

Heo Do-jin's eyes were horribly distorted.

How many times...…?’

If you pour it all at once, you can solve it in one go. However, if oil is poured out one after another like now, it will not be able to handle the exhaustion of its history.

No matter how old a Shaolin is, he cannot continue to release that much power, and no matter how old a shaman is, he cannot maintain this kind of censorship.

Heo Do-jin clenched his teeth as he felt his history was being cut off in an instant.

What the hell is this?

I have never mixed my hands with anyone who occupied a bay or cliff.He's a warrior!

He's a master of martial arts!

But in the war between the strong, they use explosives to detonate cliffs and pour boiling oil on those who climb cliffs?

This was so different from the war they thought.

"Pour it again!"

At the instruction of Jang Nilso, pots appeared one after another.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The swollen oil was constantly splashed against the black screen. Then the wind blew and dug into the backs of shamanists climbing up the cliff.

"Argh!"

"Mubo, are you okay?"

"Ugh……, De, et al.…….”

White steam rose from the oil-hit back. The bad smell of ripening flesh penetrated my nose. The viewer's spine cooled.

However, even simple emergency measures were not possible while hanging from a cliff.

"Yikes!"

The disciples of the evil shaman climbed the cliff with all their might. The loss will only accumulate if the time is dragged out.

But it was then.

"Tsk tsk tsk. You're too hasty."

Jang Nilso kicked his tongue with a look of exaggeration and soon laughed. White hands shook and ordered something else.

"A man can't see what he's seen when he's scared. This is why experience is important.”

It was that moment.

(sighs)

Heo Do-jin looked down in amazement at the eerie sound that penetrated his ear.

"What?"

At that moment Heo Do-jin saw.

"Oh, no!"

The black dragonfish suffered huge damage from falling rocks. But that doesn't mean all those numbers are dead.

The remnants of the surviving Black Dragon Salad aim a bow from the bottom toward the cliff.

Fae-a-a-a-a-a-a!

At the same time as the tight-pulled demonstration, the dark arrows rise in unison and fly to the cliff.

"Here comes the arrow!"

"Stop it!"

The shaman's disciples hurriedly swung the sword, and Shaolin's draws gave way to his career.

But they couldn't stop all the arrows sticking to the cliff.

Push! Push! Push! Push!

"Ugh!"

Shaolin's draw, which was hit by an arrow in the back, began to fall.

"Everybody!"

Those who were nearby hurriedly reached out and snatched the falling tooth. But I had to endure the wind to put an arrow in my arm.

Crack!

"LOL!"

The face of the draw, in which the arrow grabbed a colleague with its bony arms, was horribly distorted.

"For God's sake, Cheongseong...…!”

Heo Do-jin clenched his teeth.

If they had climbed the cliff first, the back gate should have cleaned up the remnants below. That is perfectly natural.

But how can you force it? Everyone knows that down that cliff is a buy. If the cliff collapses while disposing of the black dragon chalet below, it will be buried immobilized.

Therefore, Cheongseong must have been forced to climb the cliff.

It is never as easy as it sounds to risk your death to save others.

The reason why consultations are respected is that very few people implement them. This means that it is a good thing to praise those who fulfill it, not to curse them for not keeping it.

'Jang Nilso!'

And where do all those bows and arrows come from?

From the beginning, Jang Nilso's head was clearly painted with this picture.

To make matters worse, oil, which had not been blocked by the valve, began to flow down the cliff. While running along the cliff, it cooled down and did not burn hands, but the problem was that the steep cliff became as slippery as ice.

Meanwhile, arrows carrying fierce matches flew in from behind.It's a situation where gunpowder has to be removed to prevent it from collapsing the cliff.

There was no such thing as hell. This was hell right here.

Gunpowder that knocks down cliffs.

Boiling oil on top of your head.

an arrow flying from the bottom.

Each and every one of them may not be great. But each of them was used most appropriately in the most appropriate circumstances, making it a hell of a trap that no one could escape.

"Jang Nilsooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

A cry broke out from Heo Do-jin's mouth.

"Oh, my God."

Jang Nilso laughed and stared down at Heo Do-jin.

"Oh, my God, the shaman's long door is so frivolous! The head of the Munpa must be heavy."

"It depends on the situation, too. In this situation, curses will come out all the time."

Cheonmyon Susa struck out her tongue in admiration.

Military law is half the place.

The most important thing is how good a position is and how appropriate a strategy can be used in that position. Tricks that change common sense and go down in history are used only in small wars. A real war depends on how perfectly you carry out what you already know.

And the textbook was right here.

Who in the world would have thought that arrows, oil, and gunpowder could fool Shaolin and the shaman?

And in the formidable scheme, Cheonmyon Susa, the godfather of Mangeum, and King Heukryong were only one long-term horse.

At least here, Jang Nilso, the defeated, held the world in their hands and shook it.

But it's amazing that you don't feel bad.’

Safarans are people who pathologically dislike being swayed by others. The Mangeum godfather and the king of Heukryong must know that they are playing with Jang Nilso's plan.

But there is no animosity or displeasure on their faces.

Maybe... Sapaeryon is not just a place to talk.’

At this moment Jang Nilso was proving to everyone his status as a statesman of Sapaeryon.

And there's only one person out of the palm of Jang Nilso's hand.

"No, you idiot!"

Kaga gaga gak!

Chung-Myung, who cut off the three-stem fuse at once, shouted.

"I'm not taking care of it down there! Do you have a grudge against Shaolin?"

"Amitabul!"

As if responding to the remark, the power burst upon the numbers of the Black Dragon Salad, which had been shooting arrows, immediately attacked. The numbers flew like crotch leaves.

"Hye Yeon!"

A shout broke out from Bop Kye's mouth.

There is a man standing firmly below as everyone climbs up the cliff to pursue their own lives.

Bop Kye's distorted eyes clearly captured Hye Yeon. The disciple's gentle expression lodged in his eyes.

"Amitabha, climb up, Elder. I'll take the bottom...….”

"Oh, if you have time to talk, fight, you son of a b*tc*!"

"Ooh! That man...…. Ah, Amitabha! Amitabha Buddha!

Hye Yeon, who made a sharp impression at the moment, was surprised and cried out her disapproval. And he rushed at his enemies as if he had never said anything drastic.

The enemies, who could not fight properly because they were holding bows, were swept away like autumn leaves.

'That's enough!'

Heo Do-jin's eyes lit up.

Of course, there are so many numbers below that one person will not be able to sort it out at once.

However, it is effective just by drawing attention. Isn't the arrow flying to the cliff clearly diminished?'Just a little...'

"Oh, I'm so frustrated! What are you looking at?"

At that moment, Chung-Myung, who clung to the cliff, shouted fiercely.

"Leave your disciples behind and run! Shaolin, shaman, Namgoong! You bastards, you bastards!"

"You son of a b*tc*!”

The first person to respond to that was none other than Namgung Wang.

"Here we go! Here we go!"

He climbed up the cliff at once. Namgung Wang, who crossed over the shaman's disciples, jumped up like a dragon, kicking Heo Do-jin's side and ascending to the cliff.

"LOL!"

Heo Do-jin clenched his teeth.

Chung-Myung is right. If you just block here, you'll die trying to relax. We must occupy that cliff at the risk of damage.

"Those who can follow, follow me! I'm coming!"

"Yes!"

Some of the elders recovered the tabernacle and stuck behind Heo Do-jin.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Heo Do-jin struck a cliff with an uncharacteristic cry. It soared up and up again.

"You should've done that before, you idiots!"

Paaa!

Chung-Myung ran down a cliff. His eyes are on Sapaeryon, and where Jang Nilso is.

"Give me everything, you son of a b*tc*!"

Chung-Myung's loud voice spread across the cliff to the sky.