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Chapter 188

One blow?

Dang Jan’s eyes were stunned.

It was a blow. It was only a blow.

Dang Jan’s eyes turned to Dang Ho, who fell to the floor.

“How did this happen?’

Although Dang Ho is not as good as Dang Jan, he is also the son of Sacheon Danga Zhu. It is not a skill to be beaten by anyone. No, you have to say that I’m not good at everything.

Such Dang Ho was knocked unconscious by a single blow and was unseemly on the floor.

Because you didn’t pay attention?

Of course it may be.

However, that alone does not absolve the situation from making it this far. It’s also skill to aim for weaknesses of the careless opponent.

Dang Jan, whose lips were chapped a few times to say something, ended up tightening his mouth.

Now there is no point in saying anything.

Unlike Dang Jan, who tries to hide his embarrassment somehow, Jo-Gol’s face is slightly flushed.

‘Wow, how……!’

Dang Ho, lying on the floor, enters his eyes.

direct line of the party

For Jo-Gol in the past, he was a wall that could not be surpassed by any means and a heavenly figure that must be carried for the rest of his life.

But now the wall has collapsed.

Jo-Gol grabs the sword handle with a face crossed with joy and excitement.

And at that moment.

“All right?”

“…….”

A perverse voice penetrates Jo-Gol’s ears.

‘Don’t look back. Never look back.’

I can see with what eyes the death penalty will be looking at behind their backs. Don’t show a gap to that flock of vines.

“You’re a very frugal woman.”

“Looking good!”

“That, that, that, that, that, that one.”

Isn’t it heartwarming?

How heartwarming it is makes me sweat automatically.

Never make eye contact for a while.’

If we run into each other….

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?”

“…….”

You don’t know anyone else, but you have to avoid him even if you die.

Jo-Gol, who blew up his embarrassment with a low cough, takes the sword and points correctly at Dang Jan.

“Are you not coming?”

“…….”

It wasn’t Dang Jan who was upset at the words, but Dang Myong, who was standing by him.

“How dare you!”

As Dang Myong grinds his teeth and steps forward, a hand in green blood gloves blocks his way.

“Brother?”

Dang Jan looked at Dang Myong with cold eyes.

“Stand back.”

“But he’s too careless…….”

“I’m no match for you.”

Dang Myong opened his eyes wide.

It’s not like he doesn’t know what Dang Jan’s mouth means now. Dang Myong’s eyes, who was alternating between Dang Jan and Jo-Gol, soon reached Dang Ho, who was lying on the floor.

“…….”

There is not much difference between Dang Ho and his skills. It means that if Dang Ho was beaten, he could be beaten, too.

Furthermore, it means that it was no accident that Jo-Gol knocked down Dang Ho.

Dang Myong, who had lost his mettle, bit his lips and walked forward in silence. This time, Dang Jan didn’t stop him either.

Dang Myong came back to his seat carrying Dang Ho, who had fallen to the floor.

“Stay back.”

“Yes.”

Even if Jo-Gol doesn’t acknowledge his ability, he can’t disobey Dang Jan’s orders. Even if it’s a brother, Dang Jan and he’s in a different family.

Dang Jan, who was bitten back by Dang Myong, looked at Jo-Gol and Hawasan’s literati with a relaxed look behind him.”My brother has been rude.”

“…….”

“One, I’m not like him, so you’d better be careful.”

It was a way of speaking with a dripping chill. Jo-Gol’s body was full of strength after hearing that. Before the head understood, the body identified Dang Jan’s strength.

Is he more than a student of the shaman?’

I’ve already mixed the sword with the shaman’s pendulum boat, and it wasn’t too hard to win. But I think Dang Jan is a level above him.

That’s it.

There is no comparison between the disciples of a large faction such as a shaman and the lineal ascendant of a small elite such as a Tanga. To deal with Dang Jan, you’ll have to come up with a sword dragon in personally.

Black Dragon.

It’s like Jo-Gol is dealing with a sword dragon that Baek Cheon was dealing with.

How strong am I?’

Jo-Gol’s heart was a little excited.

And that was the moment.

“Look, look, look. Look at his shoulders moving. I’m going to die.”

“…….”

That ghost.

Chung-Myung’s annoying voice penetrated Jo-Gol’s ears.

“How can a man be so excited in front of his opponent that he can’t get carried away? How can he be so excited like a wild goose chase? Don’t you have nails on your ears?”

Push.

Chung-Myung’s words stick to Jo-Gol’s back like a dagger.

“I’ve told you so many times that when you’re on the battlefield, you’re the first one to die, and why don’t you listen? Is it because he really wants to die? Then you don’t have to die like that. You can put your nose in the dish, but why do you want to die in someone else’s hands?”

Again, poof.

Jo-Gol trembled.

Even if the actual body is hit with a dagger, it won’t hurt like this.

But it wasn’t just sick.

‘I’m crazy.’

Excited to be able to fight an enemy in front of you. Even a child who catches a sword for the first time would not make such a stupid mistake.

Keep your head cold. What about your chest?

“Cold heart!”‘

Hawasan’s martial arts bet everything on the delicacy of the sword’s end. If the sword is not fully controlled, its power is not even half revealed.

‘Coldly. Colder.’

Jo-Gol’s eyes sank low.

“Hmph.”

Chung-Myung, who was watching the scene, only nods his head then.

“You have to tell me to remember.”

Take care of yourself! On your own!

But for such things, I quickly regained my composure. It was Chung-Myung who was a little relieved that the training so far did not seem to be wasted.

Back Cheon, standing behind him, threw a strange look at him.

‘He’s…’.’

Baek Cheon can’t lead qualities like Chung-Myung.

You can’t go ahead and teach and teach like him. But I’ve always thought it would be better to take care of them and lead them in the right direction than Chung-Myung.

But at this moment Baek Cheon had no choice but to realize.

Maybe he’s the one who’s thinking about the real ingredients.’

You can’t grow up in your arms. A child cannot soak his feet in water for the rest of his life unless he is sent to the water for fear of breaking his knees or drowning.

I’m sending it out.

Even if I’m worried and anxious, I trust and send them out. That’s the way to raise people.

If Chung-Myung comes forward himself, he won’t be able to withstand a single herbivore. But instead of that easy way, Chung-Myung chose to harden his nervousness by clenching his fist.’I have a long way to go.’

Baek Cheon bit his lips and looked at Jo-Gol’s back.

Believe.

His qualities.

And the disciples of Hawasan.

Dang Jan’s eyes stare at Jo-Gol.

It’s quiet.

Jo-Gol’s face, aiming at the sword, does not bear any miscellaneous thoughts.

It’s an amazing concentration.

No, maybe it’s something that goes beyond concentration.

‘Can I concentrate that much?’

That’s too much.

At least for now.

But Dang Jan didn’t think he was behind. Concentration is just a measure of force, meaningless in the face of stronger power.

Crack.

The oil leaf ratio held inside the sleeve makes an eerie frictional sound.

Crack. Crack.

The frictional sound began to pick up. As if to heighten the mood.

And Ilsoon!

The hand in Dang Jan’s sleeve was pulled out like an island pancake. At the same time, three leech beams fly toward Jo-Gol like light.

Claw claw claw claw clawing, clawing, clawing!

The moment something flashed, Vido was already near Jo-Gol.

Jo-Gol’s eyes shine.

Cawing! Cawing!

Jo-Gol, who cut out two beads, twisted his body greatly. Even the best of the three disciples of Hawasan failed to remove all three swords.

The other one had no choice but to wring itself out.

Clare fluid!

Then, again, two leech beams fly towards Jo-Gol.

“Blam!”

Jo-Gol, whose body is out of balance, hits the floor with a sword. And with the recoil, he floated into Ho Gong and managed to escape the leech.

It’s crunch.

Yooyeopbido narrowly passes by the tip of his head and his hair is cut off and scattered.

“Strong!”

Meanwhile, Jo-Gol was thrilled by his opponent’s strength.

Simple non-dodomy.

It’s all about throwing it hard with a history. However, this bead boasts a terrifying perfection, as evidenced by how long Dang Jan had been struggling.

A superfluous eruption. And a speed as fast as you can go.

More than anything….

“Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Five bags of rain flooded toward Jo-Gol falling to the floor.

‘Connected!’

As if he had intended this situation since the first two bags were thrown, Dang Jan’s Bido was outspoken.

Screaming!

Five leech beams rotate to target Jo-Gol’s entire body.

Even a single drop of rain will surely hurt your life. Even if the rain is not poisoned.

‘Strong.’

Obviously Dang Jan is strong.

One!

‘I’m sorry!’

Jo-Gol bit his lips.

Jo-Gol, who slightly pulled his leg, kicks Ho Gong with all his strength. It gains speed with a rebound that exudes energy and then drives toward the flying rain.

I’m fighting a monster worse than you every day!

The fingertips stick to the sword.

It’s as if the sword has become his arm.

You think he’s strong?

Dangerous?

What does that mean?

Hawasan’s plum blossoms bloom in the rain and wind, and even in the blizzard of severe cold.

There’s no reason why plum blossoms can’t bloom under any circumstances!

A small bud is made at the end of the sword of Jo-Gol.

Bloom.

Bloom!

It was not long before the finished plum blossoms of Jo-Gol spread out, covering all five flying vidos.

Khaang! Kaka kang!

Vido cannot penetrate plum blossoms and bounces back.

Jo-Gol, who was trying to jump on Dang Jan with momentum, pauses on the spot.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The last oil leaf ratio was spinning at an invisible speed in Dang Jan’s hand.You can tell just by looking at his face how much steam that rain is pushing into it.

“Twenty-one, too!”

I’ve heard of it in the past.

The Vidor of Party House.

‘Watch out for those with eleven beads. The last bit of rain will take your soul away without noticing.’

The final bid is preparing to pierce Jo-Gol’s soul in Dang Jan’s hands.

Woooowoooowoooowoowoowoooowoong.

Bido, who left Dang Jan’s hand, slowly flies toward Jo-Gol.

Slowly. Very slowly.

Jo-Gol looked at the scene with a broad face.

It is strange that the rain does not fall to the floor even though it flies at low speed. It’s so slow that I can’t get hit even if I want to.

But despite its ridiculous shape, sweat begins to seep out of Jo-Gol’s predecessor as soon as he sees the bead.

It’s coming.

It’s bound to come. A lot of things.

It was that moment.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

As if it had stopped, the slow-moving rain shot toward Jo-Gol at explosive speed.

It’s a speed that you can’t chase with your eyes.

It was only after the Visu had already arrived right in front of Jo-Gol’s neck when he realized the fact.

“Jo-Gol!”

“Argh!”

Awakened by the formidable speed, Hawasan’s disciples were stunned.

However, Jo-Gol’s eyes did not waver at all.

Take a step.

One step to the side.

Twist it.

Full body!

Oh my god!

With a gruesome sound, Jo-Gol’s throat was cut half way. Blood spewed out of the neck into Ho Gong.

Jo-Gol’s body reeled as if it were about to collapse.

‘Caught…’

The moment when Dang Jan was about to sing a song of joy.

Jo-Gol’s body spins around once, then kicks the floor and runs toward Dang Jan like an island war.

“Huh?”

It wasn’t Jo-Gol that Dang Jan saw at the moment.

“Plum Blossoms?”

It was the plum blossoms that covered all of his vision.

It is simply a Minister.

My chin!

I feel a little weight on Dang Jan’s shoulder.

Where plum blossoms disappeared before I knew it, there was a person standing.

Jo-Gol, bleeding from the neck.

The sword in his hand rests on Dang Jan’s shoulder.

“…….”

Dang Jan couldn’t bring himself to say anything and opened his mouth.

“Next…” is, A. I can’t do this.”

Jo-Gol smiles and shakes his head.

“Anyway, my victory.”

Looking at his grinning face, Dang Jan closed his eyes tightly.

Defeat

It was a clean defeat with no excuse.

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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