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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1689


Episode 1689. Even if it fades into ridicule. (4)

“Taaaaaaaat!”

A stream of white sword energy came out from Nangung Daowi’s sword.

A heavily sunken black energy.

If you have a good sense of martial arts, you will be able to notice that the energy contained in the sword has gone beyond intimidation and has reached the level of defeat.

The number of enemies approaching is increasing. The enemies who had spread all over the mountain to attack Mt. Wudang have now begun to gather, targeting Cheonwoo-maeng, not the shaman.

But Nangong Daowi could not take a single step back.

‘I have to hold on.’

For those on the cliff, this place, guarded by Namgung Dowi, is the only escape route. If he cannot protect this place, Cheon Woo-maeng will literally be cornered.

That enormous responsibility infused Nangong Daowi’s sword with even greater strength. Isn’t a king by nature someone who carries on his shoulders a burden that no one can share?

“Don’t look over! Taaaaaaaat!”

It was the moment when Namgung Dowi tried to shake off his sword with all his might.

“Rampage.”

“Huh?”

Someone stepped in front of Namgung Dowi and swung a sword. The long long sword scattered white fragments of sword energy in the air.

The sword stretched out as if covering the night sky, and for a moment, Namgung Dowi’s eyes were taken away without him even realizing it.

Gorgeous. But it’s not flashy.

It may seem contradictory, but the splendid white sword that scatters like snowflakes conveys a severity that is different from its appearance.

Like the strength of a thousand-year-old tree with deep roots.

“… … Jingeumryong?”

The name of the person who blocked his path came out of Namgung Dowi’s mouth.

He is Jong-nam’s great older brother, and everyone unanimously praises him for being sure to become Jong-nam’s greatest writer at some point. The one who was once called ‘Five Dragons’, one of the late exponents who would lead the world together with him.

And above all… … .

‘Baekcheon. ‘Mr. Jang Moon’s older brother!’

The man who could proudly engrave so many qualifiers in front of his name glanced at Namgung Dowi.

Their eyes are surprisingly similar, but their gaze is extremely different. It’s amazing how brothers who look so similar can feel so different just by looking at each other.

Jingeumryong said.

“Everyone who uses the surname Namgung is said to be arrogant, and that’s not wrong.”

“that is… … “What do you mean?”

Namgung Dowi’s face hardened.

“It means there’s no need to go wild like that and carry it all on your own.”

“hmm?”

“Because you’re not the only one here.”

Oooooh!

As soon as those words were finished, a strong sword energy surged from somewhere else.

A downward slash from above crossed the burning mountain and swept away the enemies who were rushing towards this place in one fell swoop.

“ah… … .”

Unknowingly, admiration flowed from Namgung Dowi’s mouth.

How should I explain that sword?

strong. But not excessive. fast. But again, it’s not urgent.

Clearly, his strength and speed are nowhere near that of Namgung. However, that sword contains everything that Namgung lacks.

And the basis of that moderation was a sense of weight that was different from that of Namgung. Not the heaviness that comes from the weight of a king, but the heaviness that comes from someone who protects the duty of a swordsman.

‘That’s Jongnam’s…’ … ‘Thirty-six swords in the world!’

Jong Ligok, who had cut off the enemy’s spear with a single blow, retrieved his sword and assumed the lower posture, which was the symbol of Jong Nam.

And at the same time.

Couuuuuuuuuck!

A person as large as a mountain lightly struck the approaching Sapaeryeondo and threw it to the ground.

“Dare without fear!”

A huge bear-like roar burst from the mouth of Beast Palace Lord Meng Xiao.

Soon, Maengso, who rushed forward like a protective guard, kicked Sapaeryeondo’s side, and the body of the enemy, who had been killed by a single blow, fell among the enemies like a cannonball fired.

Kwaaaaang!

Those who collided with the body of the Sapaelyeondo were thrown in all directions without even being able to scream.

The flow of the battlefield stopped for an instant at that overwhelming sight.

“I’m getting sick of just watching.”

Zhong Ligu, who made eye contact with Nangong Daowi, calmly opened his mouth.

“and… … “Now it seems like command has become meaningless.”

His eyes turned to the cliff.

“Now, what on earth are you thinking, throwing away the sweetest sugar and climbing up the cliff?” … .”

“I guess that’s why it’s meaningful.”

Someone spoke as if answering and slowly approached and stood in front of Cheon Yu-meng like Zhong Ligu.

“It’s something we can’t even imagine.”

“… … .”

Zhongligok frowned slightly.

“Do you really think so, Shingae?”

“of course.”

“If you’re Shingae, you know that a strategy can’t always be the right answer.”

“you’re right. However, it is also important to not always provide only the correct answer… … .”

Pungyeongsingae glanced at the volcano attacking the cliff and nodded slightly.

“Now I know.”

Zhongligok’s eyes narrowed slightly. It’s an incomprehensible sound.

“Anyway, that means it’s okay to run wild.”

There was a dark blue color on his sword.

“Then without hesitation!”

Paaaat!

The sword energy of Zongli Valley spreads out in all directions. At the same time, those standing behind him also showed great courage and drove back the enemy.

Namgung Dowi’s shoulders lowered little by little without him realizing it. The tension that had been building up was slightly relieved.

Jingeumryong asked.

“Do you understand?”

Nangung Dowi’s face heated up slightly.

Even though he knew that there were heads of clans here, he thought he should lead everything. Once I realized how arrogant that was, I found it difficult to raise my head properly.

“I was careless. “Where the heads of the clan are also present.”

“What do you mean?”

“yes?”

Namgung Dowi narrowed his eyes.

“It’s not the leaders, it’s me. “I’m here, so you don’t have to be so crazy.”

“… … .”

“Don’t lose your strength for no reason and watch your back. “I will stand in front.”

After saying those words, Jingeumryong quickly looked away and then advanced, swinging his sword at the enemies.

Namgung Do-wi, who was left behind, couldn’t say anything with an expression of bewilderment. At that time, someone passed by him and slightly bowed his head.

“sorry. Our brother-in-law has a very strange way of speaking… … “That’s why.”

“… … .”

“But in my view, Namgung’s martial arts skills seem to be very wasted. “We will take care of the front, so please take care of the back.”

“yes?”

“then.”

The neat-looking man quickly moved forward and stood next to Jin Geum-ryong without further explanation.

Namgung Dowi’s face, who was staring blankly at the scene, slowly began to distort.

“I… … !”

I felt like I understood why people in Hwasan changed their minds when they said Jongnam.

* * *

The sharp wind from the cliff passed between the two people who stood facing each other just three feet away.

‘Poison King Tanggunak.’

Cold sweat ran down Brother Cheonmyeon’s forehead.

The master of memorization who represents Gangho is now standing right in front of him.

I can’t take my eyes off it.

The pain coming from the nasal passages lodged in my shoulder is still telling. You must not take your eyes off the author even for a moment.

It may have been an ordinary cancer technique, but the secret of Tanggunak, which focuses one’s soul on a single point, was not a good match for his martial arts studies.

‘Damn it.’

It was a failure that I was too distracted by those volcano bastards to notice that Tanggunak was approaching this distance.

‘But somehow…’ … It must be stopped.’

What he said to Baekcheon couldn’t have been his true intentions. It was just a way to discourage them.

Even if there is no Hwasan Sword Association, that sect called Hwasan is sufficiently threatening. We must not let them climb this cliff. never.

The exact moment when the confrontation continued.

Baekcheon climbed the cliff without giving himself time to prepare any preparations or measures.

‘I… … !’

Brother Cheonmyeon opened his eyes wide.

‘That crazy guy!’

dead. Obviously dead. If Tanggunak’s arrival had been delayed even by a moment, that Baekcheon would have already become a headless corpse. And Baekcheon himself probably knows that fact best.

This is a situation where he literally crossed the Three Rivers and miraculously escaped. But how can you rush back without a moment of hesitation?

And the moment Baekcheon moved, the volcano, which had been stopped, started climbing the cliff again all at once, as if it had already known it. It was truly a shocking sight. Brother Cheonmyeon’s eyes were bloodshot.

“Help Moonju!”

At that time, the Hao Mundo members, who had grasped the situation behind the back of the monk Cheon-myeon, rushed down the cliff without delay.

A rising volcano and Haomun descending.

Centered around a world where two giants, the Thousand-Myeonsusa and the Tanggunak, stood still, the two forces ran towards each other fiercely.

Wherever you swing your sword and cut, blood drips and jumps into the air. Someone’s screams stretched out and turned into strange sounds. The impact of the sword meeting the sword shakes the skin, and the heat of the spurted blood hits the face.

A world that seems to have slowed down dozens of times.

However, even in the meantime, the gaze of the monk Cheonmyeon was completely fixed on Tanggunak.

At that time, his subordinate intervened and blocked his gaze from the Tanggunak that was facing him. But I still can’t move. The gaze may have fallen, but that being is still there.

A pure white sword slowly protrudes from Hao Mun-do’s neck, who was blocking his path. Drops of blood spewed from the tip of the sword rose up, hitting the face of the monk Cheonmyeon and breaking.

As the frozen, lifeless body tilted at an angle, the monk Cheonmyeon had to see it. Baekcheon, covered in his blood, had already reached his feet.

It was at that moment that Brother Cheonmyeon’s patience ran out.

shout. No, before the will to scream reached his throat, the tension that burst out of his hands rushed towards Baekcheon.

This was similar to a resolution. It was his will to cut off Baekcheon’s life even if it meant suffering fatal damage from Tanggunak’s attack.

But at that time, Brother Cheonmyeon saw it clearly.

Even though death, which he had already experienced once, was about to strike him again, Baekcheon, facing that fear, glared at him with unwavering eyes.

Even Master Cheonmyeon, who had experienced the bitter taste of the world, felt a chill down his spine for a moment.

Kwakagak!

In his outstretched hand, the secret sword released by Tanggunak was stuck.

But the hand of the monk Cheonmyeon did not stop. I expected this much. Even if his hand is completely pierced, this damn bastard’s life must be cut short.

however.

Quang!

The hand that contained all of Brother Cheonmyeon’s will was blocked by a sword extending from behind Baekcheon’s back.

Then, the tension that had not yet dissipated was blocked by two swords imbued with red sword energy. As if he would never let anyone harm the person in front of him right now.

‘Ugh… … ?’

And at that moment, Brother Cheonmyeon knew. No, I found out.

Baekcheon’s eyes were not on him.

Their gazes diverged.

Brother Cheon-myeon was looking at Baek-cheon, but Baek-cheon’s gaze was directed somewhere beyond Brother Cheon-myeon.

The moment Master Cheonmyeon realized that fact, Baekcheon’s body rose beyond him and into the high sky above him.

Percussion.

In the strange silence, Baekcheon, who climbed up the high cliff and finally jumped over Damyeohae of Cheonmyeonsusa Temple, landed at the top of Baekanam and stared ahead. Many people filling the summit stopped moving and looked at him.

Sapaeryeon, who was gaining momentum, and the shaman, who was on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion. Jinhyeon, Mujin, and even the air that was kneeling on one knee and panting as if it would break at any moment.

“… … Hwasan Jangmundari Baekcheon.”

One voice sounded clearly, very clearly, in everyone’s ears.

“It arrived right now.”

Ugh!

With the sound of the sword sounding with utmost clarity.


The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.
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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung. After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child. But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!? It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke. “Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!” Plum blossoms eventually fall. But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again. “But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!” The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect

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