Return of Mount Hua Sect

Flop.

The sound of the already breathless body collapsing spread clearly.

It was a little strange.

I can hear a man falling down in the battlefield shouting at each other and swinging a sergeant.

In other words, that means the flow of fierce fighting has been cut off.

At the moment when the swords of the Hwasan disciples, who had been fiercely pushed from the front, stopped, the iron-mimics turned their heads blankly, not even thinking of running away, let alone counterattack.

What caught their eyes were the appearance of the ark, whose necks were twisted and dead, and the body of Heo Hyung, whose heart was pierced and collapsed.

The eyes that witnessed something that could never and should never have been shaken to find a place to go.

The blood from the hollow breast quickly soaked the floor red.

I was just looking at it with my eyes, but the cooling temperature of the blood seemed to be vivid at the fingertips.

The ark and the empty guest brought by the ark were found to have collapsed, so there could be no more willingness to resist the iron copycats.

Revenge the Ark?

It wasn't even funny.

Those who are willing to do so are not Sapa. They are drawn to strength and gain, not loyalty and affection.

An ark that cannot protect itself no longer has any meaning.

What do I do?’

It was just when they were lost and shaken.

Clapping.

Chung-Myung swung a sword to shake off blood and began to move. Blood from Heo Hyung's chest was stepped on and made a small sound of water.

The clear, eerie sound caught everyone's breath.

Clapping. Clapping.

Chung-Myung's gaze reached the last position in a natural order, while walking with the sword in one hand down.

The face of the membrane, which lay entirely in front of the gaze, was white.

He glanced at the fallen Heo Hyung and watched Chung-Myung urgently again.

"Huh? Huh? Huh?….’

It was ridiculous.

The power of falsehood is never second to that of the last. Even if we divide the grades, it is only a paper difference.

However, such a false form could not even fight back properly, and he lost his breath. It's not a great sword spray, it's not a great history.

Just swing, stab, cut.

There were several attacks that could only be called basic, and the heart of Heo Hyung was penetrated.

How am I supposed to explain this situation?

A man who doesn't know nothing will be great if he sees it. One would say that it is enormous if one who knows quite a bit of ignorance saw it.

But what about those who are confident of their own position? Perhaps everyone can't find a way to explain this scene. Just like the present end.

That buck.

It was the sound of footsteps made by Chung-Myung that brought the membrane to reality, which was sinking deeper and deeper under the idea.

The low voice of Chung-Myung came to the ear of the membrane, which caught him by surprise.

"What's so complicated?"

Makwi, who heard a voice without high notes, looked blankly at Chung-Myung's face.

"I'm going to die anyway.”

“…….”

Instead of answering, Makwi grasped Do tightly.

That's true.

The only thing left is the result of one of the two deaths anyway. What does that mean in this situation, how strong he is and how strong he is?This is usually the end of a life of eating kalbab. A man who wields his sword will one day die after meeting someone stronger than him. I also thought this day would come one day.

I didn't know it was today.

The pounding heart gradually subsided. The frightened face soon regained composure and finally became as calm as a lake.

That buck.

Chung-Myung stopped when he saw the expression.

Empty.

The pole, which threw the doppel with its waist on the floor, grabbed the doppel with both hands and aimed at Chung-Myung.

"…Ghost……………….…Wi."

Every time he spoke because of his broken jaw, the pain poured in and his pronunciation leaked, but he somehow cut it off one by one. At least this name should be delivered with certainty.

"You……."

As if he understood his intention, Chung-Myung's lips curled up slightly.

"Chung-Myung."

"……Shenlong."

Mak-wi, who newly confirmed the obvious fact, stared at Chung-Myung with a more serious look.

"Last…………. I... all of them...….”

Chung-Myung's smile grows stronger.

"Try it."

If he had been at the bottom of his usual stance, he would never have been able to tolerate that disparaging attitude. But now he's not in the least excited.

Maybe because this will be the last time?

No.

Because the author deserves it.

Gangho is a place dominated by the strong. The strong have the authority to be arrogant. Makwi was one of those who knew the truth better than anyone else.

Tension swirled around Ho Gong. He clenched his way to break it.

Keep your head cold and heart warm.

The martial arts he has worked all his life is now at the end of his province. What matters is not winning or losing. To create a future with no regrets.

"Whoosh!"

The actual foot hit the floor as long as it had a history.

The sights in front of me were distorted in an instant. As the clear landscape twisted and stretched, only Chung-Myung, located in front of him, became clearer.

It is an area that has never been reached in a lifetime.

It is lamentable that it was reached at the last minute, but it can be consoled that it was reached at least now.

Brrrr.

All the power left in the Danjeon was reached by hand. The province, which could not handle its enormous history, screamed and screamed. It doesn't matter even though it was about to explode.

This is the last blow anyway.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A loud shout burst out of his throat. The pottery clumped together like a small sun and emitted heat. A single point of regret and a single piece of history of pushing everything into Chung-Myung's head.

At the moment, Makwi was convinced.

This is the most perfect blow of his life.

Whoosh!

He flies toward Chung-Myung's head, as if to break it into pieces. Shivers rose from the tip of the tailbone. A strong sense of pleasure crossed my mind as if I were pouring cold waterfalls.

What Makwi saw in the greatest pleasure of his life was the corners of his twisted lips.

Oh, my god!

Chung-Myung's sword, which had been stretched until then, soared like a ray of light and struck the province of the membrane.

Whoops!

As soon as the sword and the province collided, Chung-Myung's sword could not handle the enormous power on the province and bounced back.

The curtain raised its eyes wide.

'I won...'

It is suicide to face a serious disease that is being flooded by prosecutors with all their might. There's no way the Hwasan Divine wouldn't know that, but a moment of arrogance...….And that was the moment.

Chung-Myung's sword swung faster than the speed at which it bounced, hitting Do once again.

Whoosh!

One more time!

Whoops!

Again!

Whoosh!

Once, twice, and dozens of times!

He hit dozens of times in the blink of an eye on the wall where a sword swung like water flows.

Gasp!

Every time I touched him, the power of Do gradually died, and soon it began to fall behind.

Before I knew it, I realized that my province had returned to the top of my head for the first time, and I opened my mouth wide.

"Hey, that's ridiculous.….’

How can he fire dozens of times in a single stroke of Do? This was way beyond the common sense of ignorance he knew.

"Argh!"

It was the moment when the curtain was about to press down again with bloodshot eyes.

Paaaaaaaaaaaah!

Chung-Myung's sword, which moved like a ray of light, cut off the wrist of the pole that caught the rope.

Crunch!

White bones were exposed from the neatly cut wrists, and blood was spouting.

Hana Chung-Myung's sword didn't stop there.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

Upper arm, elbow, shoulder, side.

Chung-Myung's sword cut down the entire body on the last floor and cut it down again.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

Thigh, ankle, neck side, lower abdomen.

Chung-Myung, who quickly broke his whole body's muscles at once, poured like a shower and stabbed his upper body several times.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In an instant, blood poured from the chest and stomach on the membrane with dozens of holes.

Whoosh!

The last blow is the heart.

Chung-Myung, who penetrated the heart at once, looked at the membrane as he got the blood from his opponent's body.

The only well-colored eyes on a blood-red face were dark and indifferent. Even the last stage, which had already crossed the Samdo Stream halfway, was frightened by the indescribable abyss.

"……why?"

A groan-like question came out of his lips.

This is all he could say, but Chung-Myung understood the meaning of the word.

Blood-drenched Chung-Myung said, twisting corners of his mouth.

"No one?"

“…….”

"Don't talk as if you've bought it right at the end. You're just a piece of crap.”

“…….”

"So you die like crap."

"……I……."

Oh, my god!

Chung-Myung's sword, pulled out of the heart, hit the neck of the membrane at once. Like it's not worth the last word.

"Tatt."

Chung-Myung spat out blood that pushed into his mouth.

The one who smells of blood like a medal. A human being who killed hundreds of people, not hundreds.

You don't deserve to give to such a man.

"I don't know what's the difference.’

Collapsive fluid!

Chung-Myung laughed and lightly brushed off the blood and soldered it.

And without a moment of hesitation, he trampled on the body of the pole and walked toward the half-torn pavilion.

That buck.

That buck.

The weight of the foot rang full.

That buck.

Finally, as I entered the war room, I saw Jinyang Gon shaking like a cornered mouse.

The moment our eyes met, all the blood quickly faded from Jinyang Gon's face.

"I……I……"is……."

His body trembles like an aspen.

How many people can stay calm while looking at Chung-Myung with their whole body soaked in blood and freezing eyes? Jinyang Gon was too weak for that.Bboom bubbing sound.

Then Chung-Myung, who suddenly distorted his face horribly, quickly approached Jinyang Gon.

"Hehe, hehe! I, I! For me!"

Chung-Myung grabbed his neck without hesitation and raised Jinyang Gon, who collapsed. And he pushed it all the way to the wall at once.

Bite!

"Cough! Cough!"

Jinyang Gon is fed up with the pain in his neck and back. But what really scared and distressed him was Chung-Myung's eyes, which were fired as if to tear him to death right away.

"Now, I'm sorry! Help me……."

"Tell me."

Jinyang Gon, who didn't understand what he meant, looked at Chung-Myung with an English unknown face. Then Chung-Myung's lip bird poured out like hell.

"Tell me, where did you get that martial arts?”

"No, no, no.

(Screams)

"Gasp……."

Chung-Myung's fingers pierced Jinyang Gon's neck. Jinyang Gon's face quickly began to die black and blue.

His hands instinctively grabbed his neck and scratched his arm, but Chung-Myung didn't even budge like a rock.

"Tell me, before I kill you!"

Chung-Myung's lips were finally torn. A stream of blood dripped down his chin to the floor.