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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1058

Episode 1058 Nothing like your voice can reach me. (3)

Baekcheon bit his teeth hard without realizing it.

His wide-open eyes didn’t know they would leave Cheongmyeong and Jang Il-so, who were fiercely pushing Danjagang.


It is truly a wonderful sight. It was an attack and defense at an incredibly fast pace, where even with his eyes, which had trained to the limit with Cheongmyeong, he could not help but miss the final enemy moment by moment.

Even if I couldn’t see everything in detail, I could clearly understand the status of the group involved in this fierce battle. It felt like it was my skin, not my eyes. My senses, not my head, trembled first.

“Those crazy guys… .”

In order not to miss a single opportunity, he fights desperately and blocks enemy attacks that go beyond common sense as if he already knew about them.

The high-speed attack and defense, rotating like gears, seemed more like a well-planned opera than a battle.



Baekcheon nodded heavily at the voice coming from behind him.

“We are pushing it.”

Every time the sword of Cheongmyeong leapt like a poisonous snake, the enemy… the Bishop of the Demonic Church retreated.


Every time Cheongmyeong cut through the air like a sword, there was a terrible sound. Baekcheon clenched his fists so tightly that his joints turned white.

“That bastard…”

If you look at the current Cheongmyeong, you can’t help but find out. The fact that none of the things he showed in his sparring with them or in his fight with the Black Dragon King were Cheongmyeong’s full strength.

‘no. That’s not it.

Cheongmyeong didn’t really hide his skills. It’s just that neither they nor the Black Dragon King could bring out all of that Cheongmyeong’s skills. And that meant, in other words, that the bishop was strong enough to draw out all the power of Cheongmyeong.

But what caught Baekcheon’s attention the most right now wasn’t Cheongmyeong or Danjagang, who were wielding amazing swords.

‘Jang Il-so⋯⋯

I’m not asking which one is greater.

However, Baekcheon was quite embarrassed. He works perfectly with Jang Il-so, who is like no other, and Cheong-myeong, who rushes forward without even thinking about what to do next.

‘Does this make sense?’

The person Baekcheon knows named Jang Ilso is never the kind of person who will keep pace while giving the initiative to others. Isn’t Jang Il-so the one who manipulates everything in the world to his will and uses it as a tool?

Anyone who knows Jang Il-so will give the same answer. Even if anyone were to ask Safa, the answer wouldn’t change much.

However, Jang Il-so gives the go-ahead to Cheongmyeong without saying anything. And he is concentrating on blocking Danjagang’s counterattacks that burst out at every moment and taking advantage of any openings.

I couldn’t believe that this was a choice made by a loser named Jang Il-so.

But what was even more surprising than that was that their hands and feet matched so well that it was ridiculous. I even felt like the two were becoming more and more aligned as the battle lasted.

‘How can they do that?’

Baekcheon knows. Because out of all of them, I have the most experience supporting that crazy guy. I know better than anyone else how difficult it is to support Cheongmyeong.

If I were to express it visually, the sword of Cheongmyeong would be like an ever-changing divine dragon. If I would express it in a vulgar way, it would be no different from a loach sprinkled with salt. You can’t know what it’s going to do, and it’s impossible to predict where it will suddenly jump.

Even Baekcheon, who was accustomed to Cheongmyeong’s sword, could only follow Cheongmyeong’s movements if his nerves were as sharp as a blade. Only after expending a terrible amount of mental energy.

But now, Jang Il-so, who is working with Cheongmyeong for the first time, is accomplishing the difficult task. It was as if he had guessed the sum countless times and had mastered professional success.

‘Damn you!’

Putting aside my admiration for Jang Il-so, there was no way to deny that guy’s greatness.


The moment Cheongmyeong shot forward, the bracelets were released from Jang Il-so’s hand with terrifying force. Ten golden lines preoccupy the Bishop’s range of movement and block his escape from the Sword of Clearing.

It is a movement perfectly tailored to Cheongmyeong. At the same time, Jang Il-so followed right behind Cheongmyeong in preparation for a violent counterattack.

‘Both of you are out of your mind.’

Jang Il-so, who is the leader of the Sa-pae faction that dominates half of the entire midfield, but chooses to support Cheong-myeong at least for this moment, is the same as Cheong-myeong, who casually entrusts his back to the evil enemy of the Sa-pae whom he hated so much. They were crazy people who thoughtlessly did things that were unimaginable to normal thinking.

However, the ridiculous harmony of those crazy people was now producing the result of unilaterally pushing that fearsome bishop.


Baekcheon bit his lip without realizing it.

The situation itself is so great that I can’t help but wonder. But still, Baekcheon couldn’t just look at it with good intentions.

This is because the position that Jang Il-so stands in was originally supposed to be filled by Hwasan’s disciples.

‘It’s still not enough.’

Baekcheon glared at Jang Ilso with menacing eyes.

‘Anyway… I’ll win now!’

Whatever the method, it was important to be able to defeat the bishop and prevent the spread of the Demonic Cult.

He suddenly looked back.

The moment I became vaguely confident of winning, I finally had time to look behind me. It was unclear how the demonic cultists would come out the moment the bishop was killed by the sword of the clearing. So I had to check their trends in advance.

But Baekcheon, who looked back at the demonic cultists, froze on the spot.


It’s not that there was a particularly noticeable reaction.

Rather, the fact that there was no noticeable reaction confused Baekcheon. The demon cultists were lying prostrate on the spot, reciting mantras, looking no different from when the bishop first appeared.

Now that I think about it, that mantra that resonates like a song has never ceased until now.

Ever since the battle began, even after Danjagang began to show signs of being clearly pushed back.

Maybe it’s simply a side of fanaticism. Basically, faith means not considering the circumstances. Since these people live with fanaticism to begin with, it is not surprising that they show unreasonable faith in their superiors.


‘no. ‘Something different!’

They clearly seemed to know something. The fact that this match cannot end like this.


Baekcheon’s eyes turned violently to the front.

Cheongmyeong was rushing toward Danjagang, spraying lightning-like sword energy.


Cheongmyeong’s sword cut right next to Dan Zagang’s neck. Blood gushed out from the gruesomely split wound. The long gun that Danjagang was wearing was stained black with blood that had seeped out here and there.


Cheongmyeong’s sword continued to attack Danjagang without even giving him a chance to catch his breath. He turns into something bizarre, sometimes chases after you viciously, and sometimes makes crazy gambles.

And next to Cheongmyeong, behind him, and above his head, Jang Ilso continued to pour out tension. Sometimes, when an attack that seemed difficult for Cheongmyeong to handle came pouring in, he did not hesitate to rush in and block the attack.


A chilling feeling passed through Danjagang’s eyes.


Danjagang stared at the sword of Cheongmyeong flying above his head and stepped forward strongly. At the same time, huge magical energy spread out from his body in all directions as if it were exploding.


Cheongmyeong’s body, caught in the aftermath, was thrown back like a leaf swept away by a typhoon. After flying backwards for a while, Cheongmyeong spun around in the air and lowered his body to land.

“omg! Huh! omg!”

As soon as it hit the ground, a rough breath poured out of Cheongmyeong’s mouth, as if he was expelling his lungs. Not only his entire body but even his hair was wet from the sweat that had flowed down.

Even his breathing was restricted, and he continued to fire back and forth. She had no choice but to lose her mind and stamina terribly.

However, Cheongmyeong’s eyes were as bright blue as before and were glaring at Danjagang, who had hidden behind the demonic spirit.

After a while, the aftereffects of the demonic force dissipated and Danjagang appeared.

“Maybe I… “Maybe I underestimated you all.”

Full of scars. Anyone who has seen Danjagang now will probably think of those words first.

But Cheongmyeong knows. Among the wounds on that body, there are very few that can truly be called fatal wounds. This is especially true considering that Danjagang has mastered the Gorumagong technique, which allows him to exhibit abnormal recovery abilities.

“But… “I still don’t understand.”

Danjagang spoke quietly.

“Is it only this much?”

He trampled the earth tightly.

“If the level of the central plains is only this high… why was the religion routed by you and driven into that barren land?”

Numerous questions swirled through Danjagang’s mind.

How could the Heavenly Demon be caught off guard by these people?

Of course, tigers sometimes die from poisonous snake bites. But is it possible that a tiger that dies from an ant bite exists in the world? Are these people more than ants?

“It won’t be like this, right?”

As anger welled up, blood glowed from Danjagang’s eyes again.

“Tell me, warrior of the central plains. This isn’t everything for you. Then take out everything you have. Otherwise…”

Black demonic energy swirled around Danjagang’s body like a floating evil spirit. An enormous amount of pressure began to weigh on my son-in-law.

“You will die here!”


The Danjagang rushed at incredible speed.

It was an act closer to zoning rather than movement. As if the existing space had been forcibly twisted and pierced, Dan Zagang’s body arrived right in front of Cheongmyeong in an instant. Perhaps the expression “appeared” would be more appropriate.

Cheongmyeong’s eyes opened wide.

At that moment, Dan Zagang’s hand dug into Cheongmyeong’s side.

Cheongmyeong instantly raised his sword and blocked the flying hand. However, the tension that Danjagang swung was completely stuck in Cheongmyeong’s side, along with the blocked sword.



The sound of explosions colliding with energy and the sound of bones crushing mixed together. Cheongmyeong’s body bounced and flew away like a pebble kicked with all its might.


Danjagang kicked the ground and caught up with Cheongmyeong at an incredible speed. Danjagang caught up with her in an instant and raised one of her hands toward the sky.

The black air currents that emanated from his entire body swirled up his body and soon gathered together at his fingertips.

At first, the magic energy was the size of a human head, but it quickly grew larger than the house. The darkness was so thick that it seemed as if one would be sucked in, and the magic energy looked like a blazing black sun.

The moment Dan Jagang was about to put his hand down, tension in the form of bright blue flames urgently and abundantly poured into his face. Each and every one of them contained such great power that it could even destroy Ganggi.

However, Danjagang lowered his hand without any hesitation.


The blazing black sun engulfed and crushed the blue flame.

The demon energy, which had blown away all the obstacles, swallowed Cheongmyeong’s body as it bounced away.


The black sun scorched on the earth, shaking the entire world. The prostrate demons were also unable to overcome the aftermath of the huge explosion and were thrown back and forth.

“wife… ..”

Baekcheon’s eyes widened as if they were torn apart.


The horrendous screams were completely drowned out by the continuous explosion of alcohol.

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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