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Chapter 507

“Kill me!”

“Ahhhhhh! You bastards!”

“I’ve been waiting for today!”

“I will avenge the Lord of the Palace!”

The warriors of the North Sea, led by Yosa Hon, pushed the warriors of the Bingo with a truly wild spirit.

Their performance is neither outstanding nor outstanding compared to the warriors of the bingo. The former generation elders at the forefront would be stronger than ordinary warriors, but the rest were rather sagging.

But in this situation, there was no point in doing nothing.


The troops, who rushed like an awl, trampled on the soldiers of the ice-powled as if they were tanks.



The flying sword and tension jumped over the unbeatable car and pushed the opponent. Yosa Hon, who led the troops from the lead, was embarrassed and the line of battle at the ice court collapsed in an instant.


Yosa Hon, who had flinched slightly, soon came to her senses and took her mind strong. The lewd air from his hands was furious with those running away with their backs showing.

You can see my back?’

The warrior of the Bingo?

Although trapped as a sinner, he never gave up his pride as a bingo road. It’s amazing how the bingos show their backs to him. I was shocked because I couldn’t.

It’s not just those who run away.

Even those who had weapons with the will to fight were unable to hide their young embarrassment in their faces. Yosa Hon has never seen such a terrible sight in her life.

How can you endure the moment when life and death come and go for those who have already opened their minds before they fight?

“Kill me!”

“Kill them all without leaving anything behind!”

On the other hand, the soldiers in the North Sea were even more swindled and wielded their insignia.

‘At this point…’

It was then.


At the terrible scream from afar, the bingguks, who could not fight or run away, looked back for a moment.

A warrior in the North Sea is attacking right in front of his face, and he is distracted by the scream coming from behind his back?

This couldn’t have been a fight. Warriors in the North Sea, as long as they face the enemy in front of them, are practically dealing with Hwasan’s disciples behind their backs at the same time.

He is fighting with fear that a knife may fly from behind his back.

“Push me more push! We’re going to get our ass back today!”


Yosa Hon solidified her face as she saw the warriors rushing up her spirits.

‘That’s scary.’

Those HWASAN disciples have completely ruled this battlefield with just one rush.

Admiration and fear were mixed up in confusion. Yosa Hon desperately shook her head with all sorts of thoughts and released strong tension.

Solchon Sang couldn’t understand what he was seeing now.

‘How the hell?’

At the back of the lined bingos, he could clearly see what was going on here.

One, being able to see doesn’t mean being understandable.

How could this happen?’

It was virtually a battle that couldn’t be difficult.

Enemies, in fact, have long since deviated from the path of ignorance. The way to deal with the rusty and worn-out people is simple. It is enough to stamp out the younger and more energetic people with overwhelming numbers.

This is a flat land named a smoke field.

Behind the back is a battlefield blocked by a wall and there is no place to escape. There is no geographical feature that can use a subtle trick, and there is no possibility of a great fluke as there are no variables.It was an environment in which only strength and skills could determine the outcome.

But how does this happen?

“Well, my lord, this is…….”


“Well, I’ll do something.….”

The elders’ bewildered voices were heard murmuring.

That’s the only way.

Their eyes would have clearly seen Yosa Hon and the warriors of the North Sea swept through the icy islands, where the battle lines had completely collapsed.

Solchon Sang chewed on his lips and spat out insults.

“…darn it.”

I have to do something? What the hell can you do?

The camp, which had been held perfectly, has now completely collapsed. Around Chung-Myung, located in the center, many of these people were intertwined as if they were swirling. It was as if he was looking into a boiling furnace.

Now that this has happened, tactics are no longer meaningful. Tactics are meaningful only when those who hear instructions have the spirit to fulfill them.

But Solchon Sang is also the archer of the Bingo.

I couldn’t just let it go. He, who quickly decided what is the best he can do now, shouted like a thunderbolt.

“Fagord ignores them and kills them in the midfielders.

It was a thunderous voice.

“What are you doing? Don’t look like a fool. Catch them and kill them now! Without them, Yosa Hon is nothing!”

“Old Lord?”

Solchon Sang glared at him with bloodshot eyes at the bewildered voice from the side.

“These Bobborough bastards, don’t tell me you’re afraid of them, are you?

“Well, that can’t be true! I’ll cut their throats right now!”

Some of the elders ran out with stiff faces.

Solchon Sang clenched his teeth after a brief glimpse of the back.

How far are they going to get in my way?

It was a mistake to put those Hwasan guys in the ice in the first place. No, it was a mistake to let them step on the ground of the North Sea.

He was heartbroken at the sight of his crumbling army.

But as always, regret is always late at the earliest.



The sense of penetration through the opponent’s neck was expressed in an eerie way in his hand.

Baek Cheon struggled to ignore the sensation and swung the sword non-stop.

‘This is…’

I think I know something.

Baek Cheon didn’t understand Chung-Myung’s comment that Hwasan’s sword was unusual. Why is such an assessment followed by the most beautiful painting of flowers in the world?

But now he can fully understand why Chung-Myung called the plumage sword the most sappha-like sword.



The end of the shaken sword scattered plum blossoms.

There is only one substance in the plum leaves with a ring.

If you’re doing a rubbing now, the enemy may have noticed that. He may have stepped back and looked at the opportunity without embarrassment.

But this is a battlefield.

It was impossible to pinpoint the reality of all these plum blossoms in an urgent battlefield, where a slight hesitation leads to death.


The terrified opponent swung around the sword like a seizure, but the petals that touched the sword just disappeared as if they had never existed before.




Baek Cheon’s sword penetrated the neck of a man who was misled by the Japanese apricot sword.

He deceives his opponent’s eyes, makes fun of him, and secretly approaches him and takes his life.

Hawsan’s sword, at least on the battlefield, was a vicious and eerie sword.Whoosh.

Scattered with blood from the sword, Baek Cheon ran out staring forward with unshakable eyes.

So what’s that about?

Fair? Fair? Fair? You’re making a big deal out of yourself. What do you mean fair play when I’m going to die? It’s the truth of the battlefield to win and survive, even cowardly and miserably. If you have time for that crap, swing your sword one more time.

That’s right.

Even if that’s wrong, it’s the truth for Baek Cheon now.

‘What I’m supposed to do.

Baek Cheon’s eyes sank cold.



“Don’t let Soso fall behind!”

“Yes, Sa-suk!”

Hye Yeon is in charge of the last part. If he hadn’t looked behind him, he couldn’t have rushed without paying attention to his back.



“Pierce the way!”


All he has to do is lead.

Desperately chasing the back of the man who ran out first.

There is no point in reaching alone. If he is the eldest of Baek Cheon, Hwasan, he must not lose a single student who fights with him.

That was the burden on his shoulders, the ambassador of the white porcelain ship.

To do that…….


Baek Cheon’s sword moved quickly. His sword, which had always been fair and upright, contained a damp and irregular life and violated his opponent’s body.


Like Chung-Myung did, everywhere Baek Cheon’s sword went, a blood fountain erupted. It is not a neat sword that used to aim at the opponent’s neck or heart and cut off his breath.

It is a sword that focuses solely on speeding and neutralizing the opponent without waste.

Don’t let me carry more!

Baek Cheon, who lowered himself almost to the ground, flew forward quickly. Having cut off the legs of the empty bingos, he shouted loudly and advanced.

“Yoon-Jong! Protect my back!”

“Yes, Sa-suk!”

His familiar disapproval came to his ears, which distorted his face like a demon.



It was such a powerful roar that my body trembled whenever I heard it.

Hye Yeon was following them on this bloody battlefield. With the heart of putting yourself down as a Buddhist and trusting only.

So Baek Cheon should move more and more as much as he believes.


Baek Cheon’s sword scattered plum blossoms.

It wasn’t soft anymore. The light petals contained his clear will, which soon swept those who blocked the front like a storm.

Hwasan’s disciples, who were following him from the back, were surprisingly great swords.

Even in the middle of this battlefield, Baek Cheon was clearly growing.




Park Chan-bak, who worked hard on the ground, stopped with his back against his familiar back.

“I’ve got you, you son of a b*tc*!”

“You’re late.”

Chung-Myung lifted the sword slightly with a sour face.

Hwasan’s disciples and Hye Yeon, who ran down the road that Baek Cheon had penetrated, flew in unison and surrounded Chung-Myung.

To the black enemy.

Your back to your colleague.

His feet are firm on earth, like firm wills, and his waist is upright. The eyes press the enemy, but the tip of the sword is as light as ever.

The warriors of the Bingo could not dare to rush under the pressure they were exerting. No, there was already a subtle confrontation going on before they arrived.Baek Cheon collected his breath and asked.

“Shall we push him?”


“Now that old lady over there…….”


But Chung-Myung’s cold words stopped him.

With the voice of no emotion, Baek Cheon’s blood slowly began to cool down.

“Listen, everyone.”


Chung-Myung only spoke with his eyes fixed on his enemies.

“Don’t get so worked up about other people’s fights.”

“…Is that what you’re going to say?”

“What was the purpose?”

Baek Cheon kept his mouth shut.

As soon as I heard that, I felt like I was covered in ice water.

“A battlefield is like a living creature.”

Everyone listened to Chung-Myung.

“Shingles, strategies, that’s fine. Where death comes and goes, there must be a flow.”


“Yeah, so feel it. In the midst of a fight, in the midst of a blade scouring your face, you must not lose sight of the flow. When you feel the flow like that…….”

He smiled like a wolf showing Chung-Myung’s teeth.

“I can see the gap.”

His eyes swept through the battlefield quickly. Troops began to lean towards where Yosa Hon penetrated.

The centre of Hawsan’s disciples is certainly a little quieter.

“What the f*ck!”

It just so happened that some elders with Solchon Sang began to rush toward Hawasan’s disciples, and the bingalows began to pave the way from side to side.

The perfect straight path to Solchon Sang!

“Can you see it?”

Everyone nodded their heads. Normally, I wouldn’t have known because I was in a hurry to fight, but after listening to Chung-Myung, I understood.

Now a road is opened in front of them.

“I’m coming!”

An answer was not needed.

“I’m ready to die!”

As soon as the words were over, Chung-Myung rushed forward in a flash of light. In an instant, Gum-young swept and blew away the warriors of the Bingo, who were pulling their hips back.

There was no scream.

The limbs of those who couldn’t even leave their endings scattered all over the place and blood poured like rain.

But before the blood could reach me, Chung-Myung had already left his seat and rushed forward.

Hwasan’s disciples followed in the footsteps of Chung-Myung, receiving a torrent of blood without hesitation.

“Hey, block it!”

“Elderly! Elder!”

Troops are momentarily thrown into confusion.

Should we risk our lives to stop the enemy who is rushing in front of us? Or should we trust the elders who come to deal with them and open the way?

Hesitation breeds hesitation, hesitation dulls the sword.

And Chung-Myung wasn’t merciful enough to forgive the dullness.

Oh, my god!

Strongly wielded swords neatly strike the necks of those who falter.

Chung-Myung, who quickly advanced a dozen pages, shouted.

“Living room!”


Baek Cheon moved forward as if he knew his role without having to say it. Then he fired a sword at one of the elders who had been shooting this way.


“Hey, you f*cking bastard!”

It wasn’t just him.

Yoo-Esul quickly ran out and pushed one of the elders, and Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol stabbed the sword together.

Hye Yeon, who was guarding their backs, also shouted no and jumped onto Chung-Myung’s head to give off tension.

A series of roars and shocks shook the battlefield.

In the midst of the confusion, Chung-Myung saw a thread in his eye.

He moved forward in a shape almost like an island war. Running on an open road, he swung his sword without hesitation. If there was a tooth, he cut it off, and if the road was blocked again, he dug into a new open gap.He, who had dug into the enemy and the enemy like a ghost, immediately jumped over those who blocked him by kicking the ground hard.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

“Old Lord!”

“No, no, no, no!”

As soon as I opened my eyes, the world was wide open.

In Chung-Myung’s eyes, even beyond the last line of defense, the face of the embarrassed Solchon Sang was clearly seen.

“Inno ooh ooh ooh ooh!”

Solchon Sang flapped the hem of his fur and pumped tension toward Chung-Myung.

A dark pore, like a white stream of water, flew in as if to freeze even its soul. But Chung-Myung neither backed down nor avoided.

He just broke the tension of hitting the sword straight.

Oh, my god!

Chung-Myung’s sword, a half-moon-shaped sword, split the tension from side to side and headed to Solchon Sang.

Solchon Sang’s eyes were filled with dismay.



The eerie noise spread.

After a while, blood began to drip on the floor.


From the left forehead to the right chin.

It was a deep cut across the face. Solchon Sang stared at Chung-Myung, twisting his blood-soaked face like an animal.

Like this.

On the floor, Chung-Myung faced him coldly.

“I have a lot to say, but…….”

Chung-Myung’s white teeth were revealed.

“We don’t have time, so let’s get this over with, boy.”

From the end of his sword, the blood-red plum blossoms began to pour out endlessly.

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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