Return of Mount Hua Sect

Most people who saw this situation and heard Chung-Myung would think it was a bluff.

Despite being called Hwasan's disciple, there are now hundreds of iron woolen weapons in front of him.

One hundred per person. One thousand per person.

The reason for this is that it is practically impossible for one person to deal with that number of people. If it's easy, there's no reason to be praised.

Therefore, it is natural and reasonable to accept that most people are bluffing to hide their weaknesses if they are looking at the current situation.

However, those who did not take this as a false statement were the iron-mimicking methods facing Chung-Myung.

The tip of the spear they were holding was shaking finely.

One that shook worse than the tip of dozens of spears was their pupils who couldn't find a place to go.

Iron copycats are Safain after all, so they must be used to seeing blood. But even they were unable to cope with Chung-Myung's deadly and dull pressure.

"What are you doing?"

The lightning roared, feeling a marked death of momentum.

He also had thick bones in the strong. I knew too well that even before I fought, I lost without trying my best.

"The enemy is a minority! Don't be afraid!"

In fact, instead of shouting like this, he would have been at the forefront and rushed toward Chung-Myung. I know from the experience of a lot of fighting that being the head of the team is the fastest and most outstanding way to boost morale.

But now he's only shouting from behind and can't even dare to step forward.

God d*mn it.

The hand that blocked Chung-Myung's sword was still shaking.

What kind of sword is that?….’

It's so creepy to think about it again.

The sword would have cut his spear and cut his body in half if only a little mistake had been made.

The momentary fear of death now tied his feet together. Black hands rose from under his feet and seemed to hang on to his feet.

"Kill them all!"

It was the best he could do to shout loudly so that the tremors could not be heard as much as possible.

It may have been crude at first glance, but it certainly worked anyway. Those who had been training to listen to his orders all their lives, flinched regardless of their own will and stepped forward.

And then there's no turning back.

As soon as the lead moves, all the people behind run forward. The subtle relief that I wasn't in the lead spurred their steps, and the surge behind their backs kept them from stopping at the forefront.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"Kill me!"

Those with wide eyes clenched their teeth and rushed to Chung-Myung.

The fact that you are not alone sometimes gives a person the courage to do so.

However, it was their mistake not to think of the obvious fact that excessive courage is just a barbarism.

Chin!

Chung-Myung took a step forward.

Dozens of steel windows flooded him like that's why. He was about to penetrate and turn into a hedgehog.

Chung-Myung didn't move until the window almost reached his body.

As soon as his gaze, which had sunk like a calm lake, changed, his sword painted an island war on Ho Gong.Ta-da!

It was more of a slap in the face than a bend.

A strange thing happened when he hit the spear blade that was poking in from the front.

A window pushed to the side blocked the window that was being stabbed. The windows collided with each other and stumbled greatly and began to intertwine with other nearby windows.

Let's go!

"What!"

"Oh, my God!"

It was a mistake that I would never make if I had used a spear at all, and if I had practiced a little bit of co-operation.

In fact, there were no mistakes in the joint venture of the iron copycats. It was just Chung-Myung they were dealing with.

Chung-Myung, who messed up his opponent's attack with a single blow, threw himself into a space created by the spears bouncing off.

"Oh!"

A sword slightly lowered hid itself in the bushes. He raised his head like a viper flying at once.

Oh, my god!

The soaring sword split into dozens. Then they dug into the bodies of the iron copycats who had yet to fix the spear that had been thrown out.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

The end of the sword without hesitation penetrates the fragile human body. Cut the artery in the inner thigh, poke the abdomen deeply, cut the bone in the shoulder, and cut the carotid artery on the left side of the neck at once.

Oh, my god!

A blue sword blade penetrated into a vital point that was not strange even if it was lost its breath at once. Each movement was accurate and persistent.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Blood spouted out like a fountain from the cut.

Anyone can tell. Stop the blood right now or you'll die. Excessive bleeding takes a person's life in a blink of an eye.

If you don't want to die, you have no choice but to place a spear and block the wound. The imitations also instinctively threw out spears and grabbed their necks and thighs.

Crunch.

Then Chung-Myung passed by them.

The body may have brushed its sides inadvertently, but his sword did not stop at that moment. Chung-Myung's sword unwittingly cut off the ankles of those with disorganized posture.

Those who couldn't maintain their balance broke down like rotten straw.

"Giggles."

Those who cut their throats fell holding onto the cut without even screaming.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

Those who were stabbed in the thighs and abdomen groaned and convulsed on the spot.

Different screams echoed here and there as if they were tearing apart ears. Of course, fear has spread.

“…….”

It would not have been like this if those ahead had lost their lives to the sword. It would not be so creepy to see the bodies of those who split in half.

However, the scene ahead was unfamiliar to their eyes, who had seen blood and death on numerous battlefields.

Whenever a prosecutor hangs a sword with an indifferent face, people spouting blood from their limbs fall and struggle.

The fear of death was apparently young in their eyes.

Those who knew they were dying from time to time could not even dare to face each other.

Chung-Myung's expression, which created this horrible scene, was no different from the beginning. Such a situation did not seem to be particularly unfamiliar to him.

His expressionless face and the harmony of the scenery behind him carried a strange fear to the viewers.

"I said it clearly."

A whispering voice, which was not particularly powerful, was strangely heard clearly.

"There's no warning anymore."

That buck.

Chung-Myung started walking forward again.

Then blood dripping from his blood-soaked bottom."No, I'll back off...….”

Just as the lightning was about to yell again.

Paaaaaaaaaaaah!

Chung-Myung rushed to the steel-mimics at a formidable pace, kicking the floor.

"Gasp!"

The frightened iron-mimicry raised its history and raised its spear.

Basically, spear is a weapon that has more advantages in defense than attack. Dozens of windows aim forward at the same time, creating a huge window wall.

If you look at the wall, which has a young blue energy, no matter how bold it is, you would stop and look.

But Chung-Myung's expression didn't change a bit.

Seeing the window wall stand, Chung-Myung jumped forward, speeding up, and raised his sword toward the sky.

In time.

Baaaaaaaaaah!

The sword was slanted down in a diagonal line, with the sound of a tear in the air.

The enormous history of the sword's tip produced a nearly circular sword. The sword patted the window wall mercilessly.

Whoo! Whoosh!

The flying sword caused a huge explosion as soon as it collided with the wall. The tile hit and burst, and a tremendous gust of wind swept over the son-in-law.

"LOL!"

"Ugh!"

The top of the line has collapsed, but Changjin has not collapsed. The rest clench their teeth and squeeze the spear with their bloody hands. No, I tried to grab it.

One moment!

Paaaaaaaaaaaah!

Chung-Myung's sword spouted black like light again.

It's more of a spear stab than a sword stab.

In an instant, the sword and stroke, which had risen to dozens, punctuated the end of the shaking window.

End of the spear and end of the sword.

The tiny dot caused dozens of collisions in an instant.

What?

Bansong opened his eyes wide open.

It doesn't make sense.

Even with a perfectly stationary spear, it is impossible to punctuate the end. And even if that's possible, it's even more impossible to stab with the same force as usual.

But aren't those windows shaking now?

Prick dozens of windows, each swinging in different patterns, into perfect engagement at the same time?

That was already a new area rather than a science.

Those who failed to dig the spear properly could not bear the power of rushing from the end of the spear thanks to the explosion that had already been preceded. Chung-Myung's sword pushed the battered spear back, tearing the palm of his hand.

"Argh!"

"Oops!"

Window transfer is basically meaningful when there is a sharp window. Even if the fabric, not the bag, is gathered, the battle line that could not hold the spear is useless.

Chung-Myung dug in with the heat that had gone completely untouched.

Oh, my god!

Like his black serpent, he poked the iron-mimicking's vital point mercilessly.

Crunch! Crunch!

The terrible sound of sharp blades penetrating the flesh spread casually.

"Growlol!

"Argh!"

Those who cut their thighs or pierced their shoulders were better off.

The decapitated fell with the blood bubbles in his mouth, and the lung penetrated fell with only the sound of the wind falling down.

"You son of a b*tc*!"

The man who somehow grabbed the spear with his broken palm shouted and jumped into Chung-Myung.

It was Chung-Myung's cold eyes that made his blood run into anger cool in an instant.

At that moment, the face of the man who realized what he had done turned pale.

Push!

Chung-Myung's sword penetrated his shoulder like a ray of light.The hand holding the spear became loose due to the pain and physical shock of the shoulder, and it was pulled out faster than the penetrating black stab speed and hit the spear.

Kagang!

What the man who finally missed the spear saw was dozens of sword and mirrors flying toward me.

Push! Push! Push! Push! Push!

Shoulders, chest, belly, and ankle.

In an instant, the body with more than a dozen stab wounds was torn down like straw.

Flop.

The white-out steel imitation began to falter.

Then, Chung-Myung, who turned his body nonchalantly, said with an expressionless face.

"Let's continue."

Like a ray of black light, it rushed toward the iron-mimicking roads.