Oh, my god!
Blood welled up from the wide chest. Even before the hot blood poured down to the floor, the monster hit the falling body and blew it back. Then, he swung the sword again, getting the blood poured out.
The faces of the iron-mimics were already in deep fear.
Something gray seemed to be growing up, but soon I felt a sharp pain in my throat. Instinctively grasping his neck, he felt something hot rising from his neck and struggled to capture the distant spirit.
In an instant, my body drained of strength and everything I could see turned white. At some point, his body was already stuck on the floor, and all he could see was the inspection of the dark wet ground and the black clothes stepping on it.
Even at the moment when consciousness was distant, instinct made the hand move. He shuddered and pressed the blood around his neck with his hand, which was gripping his neck until it turned white.
He managed to stop the bleeding by bleeding and lay down panting. If he hadn't had bloodshot, his life would have escaped the moment he lost consciousness.
My jaw trembled. At this moment he reached the threshold of the afterlife. No, actually, it's still not completely out of the door.
He looked back, shaking his chin. A sword wielding as if dancing, sprinkling blood all over the blurred vision due to the tears, came into the back.
That was the last sight he saw before he lost consciousness.
A sword stabbed from the bottom penetrated the side accurately.
A steel mogul with his eyes wide open glared at the sword that penetrated through my side.
The blood from his body flowed through the blade of the sword, and even the hands of the swordsman were soaked red.
He seemed to have something to say, but his body couldn't keep up with his will.
The unconscious fell to the floor, and the sword naturally came out. Chung-Myung swung a sword around to shake off the blood and raised his head.
Blood soaked in the bangs dripped in drops.
"Get out of the way."
"Or everyone dies. Get out of the way."
When Chung-Myung took a step, those who were blocking the front stepped back, looking around. The frightened eyes were busy trying to find a way out.
"That crazy guy?"
They were also experienced in various battles, but that sword was different from any other martial arts they knew.
This is simply not something that can be expressed more strongly.
They have never seen such ruthless and virulent censorship. The sword, which was pouring down like a mountain, turns into a serpent, bites its neck, and rushes like water to cut off its chest.
How the hell are you supposed to deal with a sword like that?
Someone groaned like a groan.
Just as fear spread all over the place is about to turn into a scream.
A terrible scream came from behind my back.
What those who looked back instinctively saw was a red spearhead who broke through the chest of a man wearing an iron imitation suit.
"Anyway, he who retreats will die at my hands."
He glared at everyone with eyes filled with lightning madness, pulling out a spear penetrating the back of the way."One man! The enemy is just one man! There's no way you can't catch him if he's holding his arms and legs and poking his sword! Fight!"
Chung-Myung's eyes are on Beansong. His mouth is slightly distorted.
"The one who only bought the muzzle."
"If you're so confident, come out yourself. Don't hide behind your men and talk big."
Chung-Myung asked, laughing coldly.
It was just that moment.
As if the wind was blowing lightly, Black In-young, who flew himself into Ho Gong, jumped into the middle of those in confusion.
The window poured out reflexively, but even though it was Ho Gong who flew away, he gently changed his direction and slipped down the window.
at the same time
The white swordsman split Ho Gong with a rustling sound of clothes.
The same place Chung-Myung was aiming for.
A little shallow, but more accurately, the inspection, which cut down the vital points of the surrounding iron-mimics at once, stretched the sword.
Flop. Flop. Flop.
Almost at the same time, the iron-mimicking roads around them collapsed like rotten straw.
Yoo-Esul, who breathed out briefly, looked around. Her feet, with the expressions of the astounded iron mobiles in their eyes, crossed slightly and disappeared as if they were turned off. And then it appeared right in front of the frightened wiremimics.
Sword pokes shoulder and cuts thigh. Screams rang here and there every time they moved almost without a sound like light.
A crack began to form in the line of battle.
She wasn't even the only one who jumped in.
"Oh, my God!"
A fierce rush of Jo-Gol sprayed plum blossoms on Ho Gong. In an instant, plum-blossom swords poured on top of the iron-carrying embers.
Yoon-Jong's shout penetrated Jo-Gol's ear.
"Don't swing your sword! We're not murderers!"
"So I made it weak!”
Yoon-Jong rushed in with his eyes distorted and stirred up the iron-mimics.
I have to do it!’
If we leave it at this rate, that d*mn thing may really kill mercilessly. So far, no one has lost their lives to the sword, but I don't know what will happen if the situation gets worse.
"Yes, death penalty!"
Dang-Soso jumped from behind Yoon-Jong and sprayed a reflection on the front. Sharp needles dug relentlessly into the bodies of the iron-mimics who were preparing for the sword.
And Yoon-jong swung the sword without missing the gap. His sword, which had always been honest, is now a little sharper and sharper than usual, cutting the iron imitations.
The iron mobiles, who had been intimidated by attacks from all sides in an instant, were confused and at the same time.
It was time for Chung-Myung to grab the sword to finish.
Chung-Myung looked back blankly at the voice heard closely.
Before I knew it, Baek Cheon was standing right behind him.
"We're on our own here."
"I don't know what's going on, but there's a reason why you're in such a hurry. Go. Instead...….”
Baek Cheon said, staring hard at Chung-Myung.
"You like the moderately unlucky side. Don't weight it unnecessarily and go and turn it upside down."
Chung-Myung's lips wiggled as he stared at Baek Cheon without saying a word.
"That's how it was."
Chung-Myung shook his head and exhaled deeply.
"I'll be back."
"Don't cry under the blind knife.""Am I you?"
Chung-Myung lifted up slightly on the spot. Then Baek Cheon held out his sword as if it were natural and took it to Chung-Myung's feet.
Then Chung-Myung pushed the sword up hard in time for the moment he stepped out.
With the rebound, Chung-Myung's body immediately jumped over those blocking the front and fell onto the head of Hong Moil Island's prosperity.
Chung-Myung, who exuded a blue lining, hit Beonsong's head hard. The lightning freaked out and lifted up a spear to block the sword.
The devastating aftermath swept the area.
At the sight of a man who jumped over his head in a flash crashing into the ark, the iron-mimics looked there in dismay. Then a soft voice rang in my ears.
Baek Cheon was clearly seen slowly lifting up the sword in the eyes of the iron-mimicers who turned their heads.
"There's nothing to be disappointed about. I wouldn't be too easy either."
Baek Cheon, a glimpse of Chung-Myung, stepped forward.
The hand holding the spear was shaking.
The wrist must have already been bent, and there was a great deal of pain. The toes that supported the body were about to break.
The face was horribly distorted and blood stood in both eyes.
In his eyes, Chung-Myung's face was seen mercilessly pressing down on the spear.
There was no way to explain it except by saying that. It's like a hunting animal. But there was only one difference between the monster and the beast in front of us. Animals never laugh while hunting.
"Because you didn't come...….”
Chung-Myung opened his mouth and lightly pressed down the sword. And with the recoil, he slightly floated himself back on Ho Gong.
At the same time, Chung-Myung's feet stepped on the spear twice in a row.
Bansong's arm, which had been full of energy, was forcibly bent and the spear stuck close to his body.
At that moment, Chung-Myung, who turned his body around in Ho Gong, kicked the spear that touched his heart.
The body of Beansong, which was blown back with a dull heavy sound, was thrown into the pillar of the war.
A giant pillar thicker than a human body broke in one go, trapping the body of Bonsong into the foreground.
The front of the pavilion where the column was blown off was torn down, and tiles and timber poured out like waterfalls. Down on the floor, Chung-Myung headed toward the collapsing front angle with his sword hanging down.
That's right away.
Chung-Myung's walking toward the dust cloud stopped.
"Turn it off……."
Like a boar hit by a prepayment, the lightning shot forward, kicking the wreckage of the fallen war angle. And he did his worst to the death.
"I'll kill you, you, you, you son of a b*tc*!"
But Chung-Myung's eyes didn't touch Beonsong in the first place. Behind him, Chung-Myung said again, looking at the foresight, which still managed to maintain its shape.
"I asked you to come out."
After a while, a low voice came out from within the foreground.
"Should I say it's true?"
"Maybe the rumor is true that the defeated have admired it.”
"But…… that's arrogant.”
Two people who walked out of the half-collapsed war angle stood on the left and right sides of the song and saw Chung-Myung.
"Is it a crowded room.
At Chung-Myung's words, the two men nodded at the same time.
"That's just great. I said something to your ark boy.”
Chung-Myung raised a sword and aimed at two people.
"If you send their necks, they'll be delivered.""Hahaha."
The man shook his head and grinned.
"I'm afraid you'll die here...….”
"You two don't step up!"
At that time, Bonsong suddenly shouted and blocked the man's words.
"I'll kill that rat! How dare this dog break my wrist?
"I'm gonna tear you apart! You son of a b*tc*!"
"I'll take off your skin and use it as my cup! You son of a b*tc*! Oh, my God!
Oh, my god!
At the moment, the neck of the song spins.
It was a truly bizarre sight.
How can a person's neck completely turn around and return to its place? Even the neck of the shipwreck could find its place after two violent turns, not one.
Bansong's head, which had its tongue pulled out over its twisted neck like a tightly twisted laundry, was slightly shaken and then bent to the side without strengthlessly.
"Tsk. This is why all the things."
The man, who glanced at the falling lightning, shook his hand lightly.
"…who are you going to get the commission if you kill him?"
"The rest of us will pay for it. And…… it's not about the commission."
"You're not wrong."
The two men slowly approached Chung-Myung.
"If you want to catch a big fish, you have to give up catching it."
"Let me be clear."
Chung-Myung raised his hand as the two men approached him in a series of conversations. Then, I pushed up the corner of my mouth, which had hardened with my fingertips.
Two people tilted their heads in strange behavior.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Someone told me that I'd rather be a bit of a jerk.”
"So be prepared. I'm going to be a little unlucky right now. Especially."
Chung-Myung's eyes flashed to life.
"For you little bastards.”
There was no need to say more. Three people rushed fiercely at each other.