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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1055

Episode 1055 I was crazy too. (10)


The rock that was shaking was unable to withstand the enormous wind pressure and rose into the sky. It would not be easy to see a rock larger than a person rising into the air. But an even more spectacular scene occurred later.


The moment the black demonic storm engulfed the rock, the solid rock instantly shattered and crumbled.

Swirling black magical energy. No, the energy that should be called a demonic force was not able to break down the extremely hard rock, but instantly crushed it into powder.

If rocks are like that, how much more so are human bodies? Jumping into that storm was nothing more or less than suicide. This is something that no sane person would ever choose.

But, as it turned out, there were as many as two insane people here.


Jang Il-so rushed forward with his red long sleeves flapping, and an eerie murderous spirit welled up in his eyes. At that moment, black magic swords rained down on him like thousands of blades.


The sound of the demonic river tearing the air rang out like a deaf ear.


Jang Il-so’s single-door force technique, Changyeomsalgang (蒼炎殺剛), was fully deployed, and blue flames rising from both hands burned wildly.

The burning blue flame collided head-on with the flying black demonic river.


Magical and murderous weapons!

The moment the extreme energies of the devil and evil collide, the terrifying deadly force and energy explode in all directions.

Ga-ga-ga-ga-gak! Ga-ga-ga-ga-gak!

As the pain spread as if hundreds of daggers were cutting off his hands, Jang Il-so’s face took on an eerie look.


He hit the ground again and jumped forward even further, stretching out his hands forward. The blue flames that bloomed from Dong-si’s body wrapped around the flying demon river, like a devil’s tongue.


A sight that seemed as if swords that were incomparable to anything in the world were violently clashing with each other in the air. The energy of Jang Il-so, who refined his innate vitality to the extreme, twisted and broke even the demonic energy of Danjagang.

The magic river flew in with a twist and instantly turned Jang Il-so’s gorgeous long clothes into a rag. However, Jang Il-so did not even turn his gaze and just moved forward.

His white smiling face was not only scary but also terrifying.


Jang Il-so, who pushed his hand into the demonic energy, spread out both arms at once, and the demonic river that swept him was torn away, creating a large space in front of him.

It was really just a momentary gap. It is certainly a great thing to tear away the demonic energy, but the powerful demonic energy will fill the gap in an instant.

But now, behind Jang Il-so, there was someone who did not miss that mere moment.


Cheongmyeong threw himself like a sword into the gap created by Jang Il-so and raised his sword high in the sky.


Every single strand of fiercely flying magic steel is harder than steel and sharper than a famous sword. It seemed as if Cheongmyeong’s fragile body would not even leave a trace in an instant.

But even in that storm, Cheongmyeong’s sword drew an infinitely smooth circle.

From top to bottom.

What the tip of the sword drew was just a semicircle. There is nothing special or amazing. The semicircle was truly natural, like a flowing river.

The red line that bloomed like the sun at the end of the red sky smoothly cut through the black storm of magical energy.


The demonic river, which should never have been cut, split like silk width cut by a dagger.

Cheongmyeong and Danjagang’s eyes met for an instant through the space that was opened by tearing and cutting. Seeing Cheongmyeong’s smile, anger quickly filled Dan Zagang’s face.

Danjagang fully expected that they would destroy Magang. They must also be experts who will find it difficult to find a match in this powerhouse.

But even if that were possible, the process shouldn’t be this simple. His magic power is the grace bestowed upon the Church by the Heavenly Demon. It is a blade used to make unbelievers who have learned martial arts pay the price for their disbelief.

But how dare those unbelievers tarnish the grace bestowed by the Heavenly Demon?


Dan Zagang’s two eyes radiated a blood-red glow.

Even if there are doubts within him that should not exist, he is still a being who has given everything to the Heavenly Demon. He is not immoral enough to sit idly by and watch the divinity of the Heavenly Demon being damaged by dirty unbelievers!


He stretched out his hand forward.

The repulsive force created by the fingertips momentarily pushes away Cheongmyeong and Jang Ilso, who are trying to jump into the torn space.

“Tear apart!”

At the same time, the rotating Demon River began to tremble violently, emitting a horrifying sound.


The speeding up demonic river plows the earth and tears the air. The black storm instantly covered Cheongmyeong and Jang Il-so, who stopped for a moment.

Dan Zagang clenched his fists. There was a definite sensation in her fingertips.

How dare people who are only like this dare to make fun of their mouths?

But it was that moment.


Something bloomed fiercely.

At first it just looked like red blood. If blood spurted from a shattered body, it would look exactly like that.

But I soon realized that it was not human blood. Because it doesn’t scatter.

Beyond the glow of the sunset, the sword energy, stained as red as blood, bloomed like an illusion in the storm of black magic energy. The sight of the red black energy fluttering around looked like it had been sprayed in the air with a huge brush.

Even Danjagang was momentarily entranced by the sight.


Just as the plum blossoms that dyed the entire mountain red were fluttering in the wind that blew from somewhere, the entire world was dyed red.

The plum blossom petals blocked the fiercely flying Magang.

That scene… It just seemed like futile resistance. The delicate flower petals will just be torn apart and swept away by that harsh storm.


As if the prediction was not wrong, the demonic river instantly crushed the blooming flower petals. Thousands of flower petals shattered and flickered.

But it blooms again.

Each one is so weak. It is so insignificant that it cannot be compared to the evil river full of malice.

But the petals come together. As if they are well aware of their own weakness, they gather together in one place to face the oncoming pressure.

Originally, martial arts existed for the weak to resist the strong from birth. In other words, isn’t the act of making up for what is lacking and missing the point of being uneducated?

Hundreds and thousands of flower petals bloomed again at the same time, blocking the Demon River. A huge wall made of flower petals and a black storm like a torrent rushing over it. It was a sight that seemed like it would never exist in the world.


A wild storm hit the wall of petals. However, the petals swayed as if they were being pushed away, but eventually they came rushing in again, twisting the storm of demonic energy.

As the demon energy began to shatter, Dan Zagang’s face hardened.


It was incomprehensible.

Of course I know. How amazing is that swordsmanship? It was the height of fantastic swordsmanship that made me completely revise my evaluation of that swordsman. It would be more appropriate to say it was terrible rather than gorgeous.

But even so, it makes no sense that his demonic energy could not trample on an energy that was barely that much.

‘Scattered? My Magi?’

Dan Zagang’s face distorted viciously.

The moment he touched that red petal, the magical energy he unleashed dissipated like fire mixed with water. It’s not about losing strength. From the beginning, it felt like I was fighting a battle I couldn’t win.


That energy seemed to suppress demonic energy. But that also didn’t make sense.

This is none other than Danjagang’s Magi.

Of course, there is always something called compatibility in the world. But doesn’t even that compatibility become meaningless in the face of an overwhelming power gap?

Water is an opposite that extinguishes fire. However, the huge fire evaporates the water.

But… his demonic energy can’t use its power due to that kind of energy?


It was at that time when Danjagang’s eyes were filled with doubt.

A ray of blue flame rose from the center of the fierce battle of red and black energy. The form was clearly fire, but it was colder than the cold wind of the North Sea and sharper than a blade. The blue flames soon mercilessly covered the demonic energy of Danjagang that was blocked by the petals.


A deafening sound erupted.

Due to the enormous aftereffects of the collision between the enormous energies, even the Danjagang of the world took a step back. The demonic energy of the whole body was congested and began to boil. A pain that I had never felt since I ascended to the position of bishop came to me.

That familiar yet unfamiliar sensation momentarily distracted Danjagang. I missed the sight of the two people.


Danjagang, who immediately realized his mistake, quickly raised his magic attack. But before he could even appear, a pure white sword body suddenly popped out in front of his face.

Danjagang widened his eyes and stretched out his hand like a thunderbolt. As I blocked the flying sword, a loud metallic sound rang out.


The white sword’s body dug into Dan Zagang’s palm.

The burning eyes of Cheongmyeong, who struck down his sword in the air, and the eyes of Danjagang, who did not hide his anger, collided strongly in the air.

“This… !”

The moment Danjagang was about to destroy Cheongmyeong with his seething anger, a golden meteor flew towards his face.


Dan Jagang’s body was pushed backwards. He was pushed down, leaving a long line on the floor, and looked down at his hands without even looking at the two people.


Blood flowed down the long cut palm and fell to the floor. The faint smell of blood passed my nose. A burning pain spread through my palm.

Danjagang, who had been looking at his hands for a moment, slowly raised his head and stared at the two people standing in front of him.

“Oh dear. “It looks like the bishop of the world is embarrassed.”

Jang Il-so licked my mouth with his sleeve. Red blood spread across her pale, white skin.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Cheongmyeong’s mouth.

“why? “It seems like there was no one in the Demonic Cult who would fight properly, right?”

Cheongmyeong sneered, bared his teeth and spoke fiercely.

“But don’t be too upset. “You will find out now.”

Cheongmyeong raised his sword and aimed it at the bishop’s neck.

“What it’s like to really risk your life and fight.”

Dan Jagang curled his fist as if holding a wound. A bloody glow began to explode from both eyes again.

“These mayflies!”

The roaring Danjagang looked no different from a wounded animal.

“I will rip you all apart and kill you!”


A strange madness flashed through Cheongmyeong’s eyes as they saw the scene.

“Now… does he seem like the bishop I used to know? Hahahaha!”

Cheongmyeong, holding his sword backwards, exploded with a large light and shot towards Danjagang.

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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