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Chapter 886

Gal Chun-lip slowly lowered his head and looked at my chest.

More than half of the sword with a subtle white hue was embedded. Perhaps the edge of this sword will stick out through his back.

Despair, fear, frustration, anger, etc.

Countless emotions swept through his eyes for a moment. But it would certainly be a surprise to pick the most important of all those feelings.


His mouth opened with difficulty.

However, he couldn’t continue his speech properly because of his trembling jaw. In the end, red blood leaked out before words.


The blood flowing back choked up the throat of Gal Cheon-lip.

Ungum tried to twist the sword, but he took his hand off and faced Gal Cheon-lip.



“There was a possibility that you would have accomplished what you wanted.”

Galcheon-lip somehow looked at the ungum with blurred eyes.

“If only I hadn’t been satisfied with that little achievement.”


The ungum, who was about to say more, soon shook his head.

What he originally wanted to say was, “I’m not a great person either, but shouldn’t I stop making progress until the moment a warrior dies?”

But these words mean nothing to him. Galcheon-lip is not worthy of being treated like a warrior by him.

“A good man or a bad man, death. If you have an afterlife, live atonement.”

However, he did not forget his duty as a master until the end.

Gal Chun-lip faltered back.

It’s not because of the momentum of fortune-telling. It is so close to death that it is hard to even stand in place anymore.


The blood spiked over his mouth. The world didn’t give him what he wanted until the end.

His head struggled to the side.

Not only the disciples of Hwasan, who surrounded him greatly, but also the Sapans he led, were watching his death with cold eyes. There was not even a little warmth.


Galcheon-lip’s body slowly collapsed.

“Like a dog…….”


In the end, the sword of Unkum penetrated deeper into Gal Chun-lip’s heart. And it was enough to break the leash that was barely there.

The body of Gal Chun-lip, who couldn’t close his eyes and lost his breath, began to cool down slowly and coldly.

Only then did a deep sigh escape from the mouth of Ungum.

He was a strong opponent. If it hadn’t been rusty enough to make use of what it had, it would have been a tough battle.

But it was him who won.


“Living bird.”

We looked to see if those who approached us had any injuries. It was a short battle, but it was so tough that the spectators were nervous.

“I’m fine.”

It was just a moment when Ungum nodded to them.

That’s right away.

One person slowly walked forward.

The Sapans held their breath in unison, even if they forgot to breathe in his presence.

That’s right away.

Coming closer to him, he turned the gal-cheon-lip on his toes and pulled out the sword of the ungum stuck in his chest.

Let’s move on.

The creepy sound of the sword being pulled out penetrated into everyone’s ears.


Chung-Myung, who brushed off the blood from the sword, turned his head and looked around the Saffins, who looked nervous.


Those who saw Chung-Myung’s eyes were visibly shaken.

“Shall we continue?”

There must be many words in the world.

But is there anything more appropriate to break their war spirit at this moment?As the battle stopped for a while, the blood in my head cooled down, and the situation around me was clearly visible.

Gal Chun-lip who died with his eyes wide open. And a single-blooded man and other masters who are cooling down with their necks lost in the back, and those who groan under control even if they’re not dead…….

There’s even Hawsan’s inspectors staring at them, still exuding a grim streak.

The situation is too obvious.


The sound of a weapon falling from someone’s grasp resonated clearly in the calm garden.

The ripples caused by the serene lake are bound to spread further and further. The small noise completely cut off the remaining war spirit.

Weapons fell from the hands of the Sapans one after another.

They were the ones who took up weapons without much purpose in the first place. There is no reason left to fight for his life when there is no one to lead and shout.

“What a moron.”

Chung-Myung stared at such people with a cold look. I wanted to cut off all of them, whether they rebel or not.

When he has power, he gets excited and runs wild, and when he feels disadvantaged, he begs for his life serviciously. Chung-Myung is the one who despises the most.

As soon as he grasped the sword in his hand, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

As I turned around, Ungum was shaking his head.

“You’ve lost too much blood.”

“……I know.”

Lightly tongueed, he politely handed the sword in his hand to the ungum.

The sword cast its eyes on the man approaching this direction.

“The disciples, listen!”

“Yes, Jang Moon-in!”

Hyun Jong opened his mouth with a heavy voice.

“Abandon the arms of the sinners, subdue them all and lock them up. Their disposition will be decided later.”


“Move the wounded to the garment. In case there is another equator nearby, look around and prevent damage to the people who may be trapped!”

“Yes, Jang Moon-in!”

As soon as Hyun Jong’s words were over, Hwasan’s disciples moved in unison.

The Sapans, who gave up their weapons and knelt down, became contemplative when they heard that they would abolish martial arts. However, he could not dare to rebel, recalling the images of those who wielded swords with a lively face.


“Oh, my god!”

A terrible feeling of breaking the Danjeon and breaking the history.

But there wasn’t enough room to groan at the terrible sense of lethargy that all the power of the body was drained out. A vicious touch stuck them on the floor and tied their entire body tightly with rope from somewhere.

Seeing the scene, Hong Dae-wang completely collapsed with his legs relaxed.

Watching Hwasan’s inspectors overpowering the rest of the Sapans and Hyun Jong with his hands behind him made me laugh.

“…huh, huh, huh. It’s so simple…….”

Everything was done in a flash until Hawasan showed up and cut off the throat of monocarboned blood and galcheonlip.

Does this make sense?

Hong Dae Kwan knows the true value of Hwasan better than anyone else. The person who came here to notice the value of Hwasan, who had no reputation, skills, or anything yet, and refused to take the position of the department head of Nakyangji.

However, the scene that was unfolding in front of him today was absurd to see.

Those who were so notorious in Gangnam.

Those people collapsed like a third-rate parakeet. Not Shaolin, Shudang, or Jongnam, but in the hands of Hwasan.

I’ve become stronger… It’s surprising, but it can be. Hasn’t Hwasan always surpassed Hong Dae Kwang’s expectations? But the reason he’s embarrassed now is not just because Hwasan is strong.Hyun Jong, who was watching his disciples overpower him, turned away. Then, Hong Dae Kwang started walking towards him.


Seeing that, Hong Dae Kwang swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.

My body shrank automatically as I saw Hyun Jong approaching with unshakable steps, the elders following him, and Hawsan’s inspectors.

What’s the difference?’

In the past, Hong Dae Kwang would greet Hyun Jong with a smile. You may have been making a fuss about coming too late.

But now Hong Dae Kang has forgotten the pain all over his body and is correcting his posture. As if he knew Shaolin or a shaman’s long writer.

If I were to express what I feel from Hyun Jong in a crude language…… would have to be called ”’.

Standing in front of Hong Dae Kwang and the people of the West Bank, Hyun Jong slowly caught them all in his eyes.

I don’t feel any aggressive spirit, but a weirdly large presence has crushed those who face Hyun Jong.

“Long story…….”

In the end, it was a moment when someone who couldn’t overcome the weight hurriedly opened their mouth to express their gratitude.

Hyun Jong slowly, but clearly bent down. Very deep.

“Come on, long man!”

“What’s wrong with you?”

Those who saw the scene freaked out and shouted. Someone rushed in and tried to raise Hyun Jong right away, but couldn’t touch him, so he stamped his feet, and someone shivered with a faded face in an instant.

A low voice leaked out of Hyun Jong’s mouth.

“I’m sorry.”


Everyone shut up at that moment.

“The text arrived so late that the various clans were so damaged. I hope you understand and forgive him for not doing what he had to do.”

Someone bit his lip at an unexpected remark.

“…Don’t do this, Jang In.”

West Wolmunju Nam Jamyong opened his mouth with a deep sigh.

“If Hwasan hadn’t come, everyone here would have died.”

Nam Jamyong, who was about to express his gratitude, bit his lips and clenched his fist. And he said.

“Our Seowolmun is a folk song of Jongnam. Originally, Jang Moon-in is someone who doesn’t need to save us. But…… you’re bowing down for us. No one would have been to blame if one of the sealed Hawasan hadn’t come.….”

Nam Jamyong, who spoke at the end of his speech, soon grabbed both hands and held them forward. And really bowed deeply with the meaning of gratitude and respect.

“……Thank you very much for your help.”

“Thank you!”

“Thank you, Jang Moon-in!”

Munju of the West Bank and disciples of the inner family all came to town in unison. Those who were not feeling well due to injuries did not take care of their bodies and expressed their sincere gratitude.

Only then did Hyun Jong slowly straighten his waist that he was bending.

“I am grateful that you consider us who are lacking with your heart.”

At that point, Moon-ju’s faces were filled with emotions that were hard to express.

It’s over.

Hong Dae Kwang realized at that moment.

Perhaps the doorkeepers of the West Bank……. No, everyone in the West Bank will never forget this.

Sometimes a single word rather than a powerful power captivates a person. Like this.

“The writer is different from the past.”’

Gentleness and tolerance. And a presence that overwhelms the surroundings. None of them lacks the qualifications of a long-standing writer of the capitalism.It was realized that Hwasan had become a completely different clique from the past. After realizing this, Hong Dae Kang’s eyes naturally wandered looking for another person.

The one who made all this change.


At that time, Hong Dae Kang’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“What is it?”

Normally, Chung-Myung, who would have been busy running around and running, or at least kept Hyun Jong’s side, was standing in the middle and looking away.

“What are you looking at?”

Baek Cheon approached Chung-Myung and asked if he had the same question as Hong Dae Kang.

“What are you looking at?”


Chung-Myung snorted and twisted his mouth with a strange face.

“I was seeing how big the little ones were.”

“……your little boys are in front of you.”

“No, not the little ones. You’re such a rookie.”


Baek Cheon asked back without knowing what was going on, but Chung-Myung turned around without answering.

“Let’s get this straight. I want to get this over with and go back to Wasan.”

“……It’s been a while since I saw someone, but you’re talking nonsense.”

With the corners of Chung-Myung’s mouth slightly raised, Baek Cheon tilted his head with a puzzled face.

“It’s always a step behind, death penalty.”


There was a subtle sense of displeasure at the sound of a snort.

“Isn’t it too bad?”

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t seen how strong the Chung-Myung seal has become. Your brother….”

“If you have time to talk nonsense, go back and wield a sword. We haven’t unpacked yet.”

“Yes, the death penalty. I will.”

the outskirts of the West Bank

A group of fighters, who entered an unnoticed path, turned around without hesitation and hurried their way.

The last follower stopped there and looked back.

“We’ll see you again soon, Chung-Myung stamp.”

As if he missed Isong Baek, who smiled brightly, he looked at the West Bank and turned around to hurry up. Every step was full of energy.


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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