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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1050


Episode 1050 I was crazy too. (5)

The law enforcers who have lost their senses attack like wounded tigers. And Cheongmyeong also became a meteor and rushed towards them.

“Noooooooom!”

Jeok-il closed his eyes and struck down his rapier. Black magic energy rose like a cloud from the tip of his sword.

Kyaaaaaaaaa!

At the same time, Jeokil’s sword howled like a ghost filled with vengeance. It was a terrible, haunting sound that made my heart tremble and my soul tremble just by hearing it. It was as if his sword was crying on behalf of Jeok-il as much as the resentment he held.

However, Cheongmyeong’s face as he faced him did not show even a single trace of agitation. He faced the flying sword of the enemy without any emotion, as if everything he had said in a vain manner a moment ago was a lie.

Kwaaaaaaaaaa!

As the swords collided in the air, an explosion erupted, and black magic energy and red sword energy flew out in all directions.

That’s it! Grrrrrrrrrrr!

Sword and sword repel each other. The sword aimed at the opponent’s neck swung like a snake, as if it would slit his throat at any moment if there was even the slightest gap.

“Khaaaaaaaat!”

Jeok-il radiated deadly force and pushed the sword of Cheongmyeong. At that moment, Cheongmyeong did not resist the surging force, but tilted his sword and let go of the rapier.

Let’s go!

The three swords grazed the blade of the dark plum sword, sending out red sparks.

The moment the rapier touched the tip of the sword, Cheongmyeong, who twisted his wrist and threw the sword away, swung the dark plum sword at incredible speed. A short distance where each shoulder seems to be touching. Within that distance, sword fire split into dozens and rained down on the entire body of the enemy.

Quack! Quack!

The sword that flew into his body dug into Jeok-il’s body without any hesitation. However, Jeok-il’s extremely hard body was able to block the sword strike of the Dark Plum Sword, which could easily pierce steel, with only a scratch on the fabric.

“no use!”

Jeok-il raised his left hand. Demonic energy covered his hands, creating a terrible image. The long magic energy sprouting from his fingertips was reminiscent of the claws of an animal or a devil.

Quaaaaa!

Jeok-il’s hand tore through the air and flew towards Cheongmyeong. At that moment, Cheongmyeong also took the left seat as if it was natural.

His fingertips trembled as if splitting apart, and soon dozens of rays bloomed, erecting a red wall between him and Jeok-il.

Among the handcrafts that Huashan is proud of throughout the world, the plum blossom landscape, is the herbivory of red flower bulbs. Jeok-il’s long fingernails scratched the perfect wall of the wall.

“Tsk!”

A moment of confusion appeared in Jeok-il’s eyes.

I tried to break through the wall in one go, but it wasn’t easy. The moment he scratched deeply at that wall, instead of feeling solid, his hand was enveloped by an infinitely soft and soft energy.

As soon as his hand passed by, the energy that had been pushed out as soon as he scratched returned to its original place, as if it had never been pushed out.

It was an extreme feat of merit that even embraced the sharpness of a young demon.

The moment the envoy, unable to hide his embarrassment, tried to swing his sword again, the wall of energy that had filled his vision suddenly broke through and the sword flew out. It was an incredible speed.

‘What?’

Jeok-il was frightened by the attack that seemed to pierce the center of his neck in an instant and turned around.

Suddenly!

The blade of the sword grazed the right side of his neck, leaving a red-hot sword mark across it.

“Tsk!”

A burning pain arose.

But there was no time to moan for long. The sword that cut off his neck stood tall in the air as if time had stopped for a moment, then changed direction and flew towards Jeok-il’s head with fierce force.

Jeok-il suddenly opened his mouth and waved his hand strongly.

Kaaaaaaaa!

A hand wrapped in demonic energy and a sword imbued with red sword energy collided. Jeok-il immediately lashed out with his rapier with his right hand. It seemed as if Cheongmyeong’s body would be pierced at any moment.

But at that moment, Cheongmyeong dragged the slightly drawn sword towards Jeokil’s neck like a flash sword. They ended up stabbing each other with their swords.

The place Cheongmyeong is aiming for is Jeokil’s neck, and the place Jeokil is aiming for is Cheongmyeong’s chest. When faced with a situation where he could not back down, Jeok-il gritted his teeth and strengthened the hand holding the sword.

‘Bluff…’

And I saw it at that moment. A devil-like smile flashed across Cheongmyeong’s face.

In an instant, an indescribable eerie feeling passed through Jeok-il’s mind.

A religious person is never afraid of his enemies. A believer is never afraid of death. But he is also human. It was difficult for him to make the choice to pierce the opponent’s chest by giving up his neck rather than any other part of his body.

In the end, the survival instinct we have as humans surpassed our fleeting hatred of non-believers.

Jeok-il reflexively twisted his sword and raised the rushing sword of Cheongmyeong.

But at that moment!

Paralalalak!

With a sound like a butterfly flapping its wings furiously, the Sword of Clear Light was scattered into pieces. It was as if he already knew that the enemy would not be able to extend his sword until the end and would aim for his sword.

Jeok-il’s powerfully swung sword cut through the space where the Amhyang Plum Sword existed, and at the same time, the sword energy of Cheongmyeong, transformed into thousands of plum blossom leaves, pierced through Jeok-il’s whole body.

Kagak! Kagak!

Jeok-il belatedly swung his arms like he was having a seizure. However, it was impossible for him to block all the sword energy flying in like a dance of thousands. Red scars began to appear all over his body.

However, it was not this spectacular swordsmanship that shocked Jeok-il. The astonishment of the human being called Cheongmyeong captured his mind.

‘What the hell…?’

The life force that Cheongmyeong radiated was so intense that my whole body went numb.

Jeokil and other believers are demons. They are animals confined in the barren land. In order to learn martial arts, we have no choice but to become each other’s partner. That is why they are accustomed to hatred, accustomed to living, and accustomed to malice. More than anyone else in the world.

But now, the brutality that that political faction brat is spewing out has made even those enemies harden.

Even if a person were made out of blood, it is questionable whether he would be able to emit such extreme murderousness and malice. How can a bastard from a political faction who has lived only in peace in this false world emit such force?

“I-Ino…!”

Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly! Suddenly!

As if not even a single part of his body would be left behind, the sword energy surged endlessly and covered his entire body.

A pain that feels like your hair is turning white. However, despite the pain, the consciousness of Jeokil did not cease. It was not because of hatred toward the enemy.

It’s because of those cool eyes.

Cheongmyeong’s cold eyes, glimpsed beyond the splendidly fluttering black plum blossoms, held his reason like glue. I could tell. If he were to lose his mind for just a moment, that damn sword would cut off his neck without a doubt.

A vivid emotion took root deep in my heart. Even if I tried to deny it, I couldn’t deny it at all. This was definitely… a fear.

‘Are you saying that I feel the same fear from this Jungwon bastard that I would feel from the bishop? ‘Is this me?’

It was at that time that Jeok-il’s face was horribly distorted.

During the battle that lasted for a split second, two law enforcement officers arrived. After passing the day, they immediately rushed towards Cheongmyeong and swung their arms covered with magic energy.

“Die!”

Jeok-il’s eyes widened.

“Stop…!”

I wanted to shout to stop, but Cheongmyeong was moving faster than ever.

thud!

Cheongmyeong, who had stepped on the ground, actually rushed towards the hand that fell on his head. A black hand passed right above his head as he accelerated, and at the same time, Cheongmyeong’s body was completely buried into the magistrate’s chest.

Coooooo!

Cheongmyeong’s shoulder struck the magistrate’s chest without mercy. The moment it was hit by the shoulder with added rotational force, the middle of the law enforcement officer’s chest caved in. Blood poured from his mouth like a waterfall.

But Cheongmyeong’s attack had just begun. Before the body of the envoy that had been hit could bounce off, Cheongmyeong’s body spun like a top. The dark plum sword quickly slashed the flying envoy.

Paaaaaa!

My heart was torn apart. The wound was so severe that even the bones were visible due to cutting the muscles. The enforcer couldn’t even scream and was thrown backwards.

“This…!”

Another envoy of the law, who had seen his friend being treated so cruelly in an instant, had blood shining brightly in his eyes. The sight of him stroking Cheongmyeong with both his hands was madness itself.

Kyaaaaaaaaa!

The demonic energy emitting a roar cut through the air and headed toward Cheongmyeong. The dozens of black lines drawn in her mess looked as if they could tear Cheongmyeong to pieces at any moment.

At that moment, Cheongmyeong plunged his sword into the midst of the pouring magic energy.

Paralarak! Paralalalak!

The tip of Cheongmyeong’s sword, which was slightly trembling, began to vibrate more and more, and soon became a large wave, pushing away the flying magic energy from side to side. Soon, a large space appeared between the demonic nets.

‘What?’

There was no time for the magistrate to be shocked. Cheongmyeong flew straight into the opened space. The frightened envoy quickly tried to pull his body back, but at that moment, a terrible stab was released from Cheongmyeong’s hand.

Paaaaat!

The moment my eyes caught something whitish, the sword of Cheongmyeong had already reached right in front of my neck. It was so fast that you couldn’t believe it even with your own eyes.

However, the envoy was not an easy person either. At that moment, he quickly turned his body to avoid Cheongmyeong’s stab.

square.

The sword of Qingming sliced ​​and grazed the skin of the envoy’s neck very thinly. It was such an amazing prediction that even in that short moment, it was scary. The law enforcement messenger trembled and tried to throw his body backwards again.

Love love!

However, Cheongmyeong, who had stabbed the sword, quickly folded his arms and rushed at a faster speed than the sword he had stabbed.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the envoy’s head with a speed that put the word ‘flash’ to shame.

Quad deuk!

Cheongmyeong grabbed the head with such force that it felt like he was going to pierce it with his fingertips, and pulled the magistrate straight in.

Cheongmyeong’s cruel smile was clearly visible in the two eyes of the envoy. A look of unconcealable fear appeared on the face of the law enforcement officer, who understood what this person was trying to do now.

“Oh, no…”

Kwagak!

The blade of the sword that he had dodged moments before touched the neck of the envoy who was pulled toward Cheongmyeong. Cheongmyeong continued to rotate his body violently.

Saaaaaaaaaaa!

A truly cheerful and eerie sound spread.

Empty!

Blood was gushing out from the neck of the envoy who fell to the ground.

Jeok-il lowered his gaze with a half-fazed expression. The blood gushing from the decapitated body of the envoy was hot and soaking the hem of his clothes.

Eventually, as if possessed, I raised my head and saw it clearly.

The figure of Cheongmyeong with his severed head held in his left hand and his sword hanging down.

Tuk.

Cheongmyeong threw the head he was holding at Jeokil’s feet.

“It’s already troublesome to have a face like that.”

“⋯⋯.”

“Because it’s just the beginning.”

The madness in his eyes was worse than that of a demonic cultist. Cheongmyeong was running towards Jeok-il again and was smiling like the devil.


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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