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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1043

Episode 1043 Either die or be killed. (3)

The elites of the Black Ghost instinctively drew their swords.

What you see before your eyes are demonic cultists rushing towards you in the throes of madness.

What I heard in my ears was the beast-like howl of the demonic cultists.

My skin was sore from the demonic energy they were emitting, and a terrible bloody smell penetrated my nose.

All five senses began to send intense warnings.

“Whoop! Whoop!”

Rough breathing poured out from trembling lips.

at that time.

“Hhhhhhh!”

With an eerie scream that could not be determined whether it was a human scream or a deafening scream, the demonic cultists attacked the elites of the Black Demon Treasure.

“Kill me!”

As if to prove that the black ghost’s reputation was not false, it raised its momentum and greeted the demon cultists.

Love it!

The sword engulfed in powerful sword energy was swung at incredible speed.

A truly powerful sword filled with the will to cut down all who attack! Even though his body was stiff from tension, the sharpness of the sword was in no way inferior to his usual skills.

That flash-like slash flew towards the demon cultist’s arm. It seemed as if the arm would be torn in pieces at any moment.

‘what? It’s not a big deal… ‘

The Tao did not deviate from the slightest expectation and was mercilessly stabbed into the Demon Cultist’s arm. But at that moment, the eyes of the elite black demon wielding the sword were widened to their limit.

What a mess!

Of course, his sword, which should have been cut off and returned, was stuck in the demon cultist’s arm and was shaking.

‘What, light…?’

It felt as if the tough, sticky rubber had been struck with a dull wooden knife. An alien sensation that should never be felt when cutting off a person’s arm sent shivers down my spine.

Soon he saw.

The demonic cultist reaching out towards him, not caring even though the sword was stuck in his arm, and the low pleasure in his eyes.

Before I could even realize what the sight meant, the demon cultist’s fingers were digging into my skull.

Crack!

“Aaaaaaaaaah!”

The sound of the demon cultist purring rang in my ears. Sounds like a beast. It was a raw murderous intent, as if a thick scent of pleasure would be released at any moment.

“You dirty infidel!”

The demonic cultist’s eyes radiated madness and he lowered the hand that was stuck on his skull. His demonic claws ripped the man’s face to the bone.

Quad deuk!

“Aaaahhh!”

A desperate scream rang out.

It was natural. If her whole face was ripped off, anyone would scream like that.

“My, my face! Argh! “My face!”

He, who had lost both eyes, reflexively raised his hand to touch his face. But even that did not come true as hoped. Before his hand could even reach him, the demonic cultist’s hand swung in succession and tore off his neck.

Fuuuut!

Blood spurted from my neck like a fountain. Hot blood drenched the demonic cultist’s black uniform and flowed.

“Okay… . “Krruk…”

“Hahahahahahahaha!”

The magician, who had completely given himself up to madness, waved his hands one after another, not knowing satisfaction. A fingernail covered in demonic energy cut into the body of a person who was still alive. His flesh bounced mercilessly and his blood was splattered.

But fortunately or unfortunately, his colleagues did not have to be outraged by this terrible sight. This is because the demonic cultists attacked them one after another without any time to get angry.

“The Second Coming of Heaven!”

“Manmaangbok!”

A scream-like mantra chanted in a boiling voice.

It was like a signal announcing the beginning of a massacre.

Quad deuk!

The sound of hands soaked in demonic energy tearing apart flesh rang with eerie clarity even in the hectic battlefield.

“Aaaahhh!”

“Kwaaaaaaaa! “Ahh!”

The most miserable screams continued to come from the mouths of those whose flesh was torn alive and their bones ripped out.

“The Second Coming of the Heavenly Demon, Manmaangbok!” “The Second Coming of Heavenly Demon, Manmaangbok!”

“die! die! die! You dirty infidels! Hahaha! Haha! Hahahaha!”

Bloodshed is pouring in.

Raw pieces of flesh are flying from the body, and the blood is pouring down like rain. Amidst the blood rain, the demonic cultists continued to burst into flames. The eyes, stained red with madness and murderous intent, were constantly searching for another victim, shining brightly.

However, the black ghost was not suffering as well.

“You crazy people!”

Moon Hyeong, the Black Demon Treasure, swore and stabbed his sword. His sword rushed at incredible speed and pierced right into the eyes of the charging demonic cultist.

Quad deuk!

Moon Hyeong was delighted to see the sword piercing the enemy’s eye.

“How do you feel?”

Hot!

But at that moment, the demonic cultist, whose eyes were pierced, raised his hand and grabbed the blade stuck in my face. Then, he calmly stared at Moon Hyeong with his remaining eye.

“Sigh!”

For a moment, Moon Hyeong was horrified and desperately pulled his sword. However, his sword did not budge in the magician’s hand, as if it had been crushed by a huge rock.

“Huh…”

The magician slowly pulled out the sword stuck in his eye. It wouldn’t be strange if he writhed in pain and died, but instead he let out a bizarre laugh.

“Uh… . Ugh…”

Moon Hyeong, completely exhausted by the overwhelming sight, trembled and retreated, the color draining from his face.

Quack!

Of course, the only price for panicking was death.

Wow. Crack! Wood clatter!

The hand that penetrated my chest tore through the flesh, breaking the bones, and digging inward and inward.

“Kruk… .”

Blood flowed back and poured out of Moon Hyeong’s mouth.

“The Heavenly Demon…Second Coming.”

The one remaining eye of the demonic cultist was filled with madness. A bright smile spread across her face, as if the corners of her mouth were curling from ear to ear.

“Manmaangbok!”

Wood clatter!

The demonic cultist grabbed Moon Hyeong’s heart and pulled it out.

“⋯⋯.”

The heart, still bleeding, was placed on the sodden hands of the demonic cultist.

Moon Hyeong, who had not yet died, stared blankly with his heart broken.

“Hahaha!”

At that moment, the demonic cult swings the arm holding his heart like a whip and hits Moon Hyeong on the head. Moon Hyeong’s head exploded like a ripe watermelon after being hit in the heart.

All deaths are unfortunate, but at least for the current Moon Hyung, it may be a fortunate thing. Because he no longer has to watch this horrible scene with his own eyes.

“cloth… Ma Jae-rim.”

The demon cultist slowly lowered his gaze. He smiled when he saw my eyeball on the floor.

“Your blood… “It will bring us peace!”

Kwasik!

The demonic cultist who had trampled and burst my eyeball without any hesitation tilted his head back as if roaring and lunged forward again. Demonic energy rose like smoke from his body, and red blood glowed steadily from his one remaining eye.

“Hey, this crazy…!”

The Black Demon Elites, tired of the momentum, retreated with tired faces.

Of course, they did not just quietly die at the hands of the enemy. Training is something that is accumulated in the body, not the mind. Even if they had lost half of their will to fight, their weapons faithfully reproduced the trajectories their bodies had drawn countless times.

But the trajectory is not complete.

Clud!

The blade that touched the bodies of the demon cultists did not cut off the bodies, but instead caught them. The sticky body, as if it had been coated with glue, held onto the blade like melted rubber.

‘Damn it! ‘What kind of martial arts is this!’

For those who lose their weapons, the outcome is usually the same.

Crunch!

The whole head was pulled out and rolled on the floor. He lost his head and his body, which could no longer be called a human being, was torn apart by demonic cultists.

It looked like a flock of anglerfish clinging to their prey.

“die! “You monsters!”

The stab, delivered with all his might, pierces the demon cultist’s chest. I could clearly see the demon’s clothes being torn and the sword piercing his flesh.

But…

All that happened was a few drops of blood. Even the skin around where the sword had penetrated gathered toward the wound as if it had its own will. Then he began to tighten the sword that had invaded his body.

“Hehe… Hehehe.”

The demon cultist looked at the person who stabbed him in the stomach with shining eyes.

“Uh…”

The regurgitated blood leaked out through the mask covering his mouth, but the demon cultist did not care at all. He stretched out his hand and dug his nails, which were sharper than the blade, into the wrist holding the sword.

Kwakagak!

The fingernails that tore the flesh with absurd ease touched the bones.

“Ugh!”

A terrible pain that felt like my body was on fire. In front of that pain, even the elite of the dark ghosts could not stand it and opened their mouths.

“Ahahahaha!”

Then, the demonic cultist burst out laughing and rushed forward, putting his hand between his open mouth. Then he grabbed his entire lower jaw and started pulling with tremendous force.

Wow! Wood clatter!

Strange bone sounds and unimaginable pain. An indescribable fear filled the eyes of someone who knew what that pain meant.

“Ah… “Ugh!”

Wood clatter!

The man’s jaw was torn from his face and blood poured out like a waterfall. Her body convulsed in front of a pain she had never imagined.

The magician slowly pulled out the sword stuck in his stomach. As the sword came out, the ugly hole immediately began to shrink as if it had been waiting. It was a miracle that you would not believe even if you saw it with your own eyes.

“Huh… Hmm…”

“⋯⋯ A non-believer.”

The magician with a cruel smile approached the convulsing man and raised the sword he was holding. The tip of the sword was pointed at none other than the man’s mouth.

“Ah… No…!”

Pooh wow!

A long sword burrowed into my throat.

The man ended up rolling his eyes in pain as if his entire body was being pierced with a hot iron skewer. The devil’s whisper is heard in my darkened ears.

“You will never, ever be saved. “You dirty unbeliever.”

Paaaaat!

With those words, the magician swung his sword and cut the man’s body in two, then threw the sword he was holding to the floor. And he shouted.

“Kill! Kill them all! Kill all those who dare not know the greatness of the Heavenly Demon and pay for their sins.

do it!”

“The Second Coming of the Heavenly Demon, Manmaangbok!”

A solemn mantra followed that was so incongruous with the extreme madness.

A fanatic who has lost his God.

The Maras who had lost their place were suddenly releasing the anger and hatred they had built up.

Even though its throat was cut, its body was pierced, and its arms were cut off, it just ran forward and was busy biting and slaughtering those in front of it. As if his own life didn’t matter if he could defeat his opponent, he blindsided him and rushed at him, surrendering himself to the madness.

“Aaaahhh!”

“Save me! Save me!”

Someone lost their will to fight. Some people gritted their teeth and fought back against those who rushed to the end. Some people turned their backs and ran away, while others plunged their swords into the enemy even though their arms were cut off.

But the results are brutal.

death. It is truly an absolute ending.

A cruel death that leaves no body intact colors the world. Demons wearing the armor of fanaticism and carrying the swords of doctrine spewed out hatred toward all living things at once.

The dark name hidden in the abyss of the Demonic Cult and the Gangho burned like a blood-red flame.

The land of Hangzhou was tainted by demons.

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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