Chapter - 855 Episode 855. It just came out. (5)


Yoon-Jong can't even scream and falls out.

It was Jo-Gol who would have accepted Yoon-Jong, who was flying normally, but now he didn't even look at him. No, there may be no room for Yoon-Jong to enter the eyes filled with venom.


Jo-Gol roared and stormed straight into Chung-Myung.

A stormy sword rose like wildfire. A sword that is as swift and poisonous as ever. It is said that it was caused by a wooden sword, not a real sword, but it was not a sword to be used for the death penalty anyway.


But others were helping rather than stopping such Jo-Gol.

Yoo-Esul flew like an island war and flew behind Chung-Myung's back. Jo-Gol in the front and Yoo-Esul in the back.

A brutal sword flew in at the same time, but there was no change in Chung-Myung's eyes.

Jo-Gol's stormy sword flooded the front of Chung-Myung.

But even before it was red-plum, Chung-Myung's sword penetrated through the sword.

Kagang! Kagang!

The sword that pushed in quickly twisted and scraped the sword.


Then he poked Jo-Gol's elbow as he deployed the sword.

As the dazzlingly scattered sword disappeared, Jo-Gol's face turned white.


The brilliant sword that follows.


The reason Jo-Gol was able to keep the sword from flying to his neck was purely because his sword was on the fastest axis in Hwasan.



As soon as the sword and the sword hit each other, Jo-Gol felt something was wrong. The sword that flew into his neck was not loaded with any force. When Jo-Gol faced his sword, he bounced back like a chopstick hit by a club.

Instead, Chung-Myung's fist, which caught the sword, was flying in a straight line towards Jo-Gol's jaw.


Directly hit on the chin, Jo-Gol couldn't even scream and collapsed.

Yoo-Esul, who was flying for Chung-Myung's back, clenched his teeth.

I thought I had joined forces properly, but Jo-Gol collapsed before she could stab the sword in. Yoo-Esul rushed quickly, spurring the light and thrusting the sword into Chung-Myung's back without hesitation.

A sword with a formidable sword flew in mercilessly.

It was just then.

Grab it.

Chung-Myung grabbed Jo-Gol by the collar and kicked his leg up. At the moment, the positions of the two were reversed and Jo-Gol's body popped up in front of Yoo-Esul's sword.


A frightened Yoo-Esul quickly twisted the sword.

How embarrassed she was, a low voice popped out of her mouth that didn't even groan.

Collapsive fluid!

A desperately twisted sword narrowly grazed Jo-Gol's side. If it was a little late, even a wooden sword would have left a wind hole in its body.

But there was no time to be relieved.


Jo-Gol's body came upon Yoo-Esul with a loud sound. Yoo-Esul's eyes shook momentarily. To avoid Jo-Gol who has lost consciousness, Jo-Gol is likely to get seriously hurt, and to accept that, I am afraid of what Chung-Myung will do behind Jo-Gol.

But the worry didn't have to be long.


It's because Chung-Myung, who rushed forward before Jo-Gol's body could reach closer, kicked her solar plexus.


Yoo-Esul's body flew like a pinwheel hit by a typhoon.

"You... d*mn it!"

At that time, it was none other than Hye Yeon, who rushed to spit out insults. Hye Yeon, who stood with blood in her eyes, narrowed the distance in an instant and shook her fist like a demon.Shaolin's Na Han Book.

Na Han-kwon, the center of all the world's liberal arts, who is fair and faithful to the basics above all, flew toward Chung-Myung's head with life on his shoulders.

Chung-Myung, who turned his cold gaze, stretched out his wooden sword and stepped back.


Oh, my god!

At the moment, the sword split into dozens, and countless swords poured down on Hye Yeon. It only took a moment of pure moment for the twelve-year-old to become a spirit and the spirit to grow beyond counting.

Hye Yeon opened her eyes wide.

Na Han-kwon is a school of science that contains the mysteries of China. It is bound to be as difficult to change as its weight. In the meantime, as a large number of swords came over at the moment, my hands and feet became dizzy.

Although it would have been easy to obtain the sound of a book, I could not afford to convert the energy of Na Han-kwon into a sound source.


Hye Yeon clenched her teeth and shook her fist.

'To stop...'

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

At that moment, a flying sword hit his wrist one after another.

Hye Yeon's face was horribly distorted.

It's not because of the pain. It was because he knew that if it was not a wooden sword that hit him now, his wrist would have been a mop by now.


Hye Yeon recovered her fist and stepped forward. His body was quickly covered with a golden glow.



Blood welled up in Hye Yeon's mouth.

Before I knew it, Chung-Myung's sword was pressing down on his Danjeon. Hye Yeon thought that the eyes of the emotionless Chung-Myung seemed to criticize me coldly.


As Hye Yeon tried to kneel on one knee, Chung-Myung's feet, which turned round and round, were furious on his chin.


Hye Yeon, who flew like an arrow, flew over the smoke field to the wall and was stuck.


Chung-Myung, who lowered his foot, opened his mouth with a frown.


"Not yet!"

Chung-Myung turned his head at the sound of his voice.

Baek Cheon was struggling with blood dripping from his mouth.

"It's still……. Not yet……."

The hand that held the wooden sword trembles.

The first person to grab the real sword will not shake his hands. The swollen face, the blood flowing out, and the body trembling because of the lack of health were clearly showing that Baek Cheon has now exceeded the limit.

But Chung-Myung didn't let that slide at all.


Chung-Myung became an island war and flooded Baek Cheon.

At the same time, Baek Cheon's eyes were blue in the sky.


His sword spewed out red plum blossoms. A plum blossom that is surprisingly clear where this energy still exists in its body.

But the subsequent sight of Baek Cheon was far from what he expected.

Flying in a straight line, Chung-Myung extended the left field without the sword, instead of swinging it.

His red-colored left-hander seemed to paint a vivid plum blossom pattern on Ho Gong, and then immediately raised the plum blossom drawn by Baek Cheon upward.


Toward Chung-Myung's throat, Baek Cheon stabbed the sword reflexively. However, Chung-Myung stared at the scene and turned his head slightly as soon as the sword almost touched my neck.

Grab it.

Then he snatched Baek Cheon's wrist and flipped it over.

"The end!"

Baek Cheon's body, whose wrist is completely twisted, is twisted.Chung-Myung's eyes, which had no emotion, stared at Baek Cheon, who clenched his teeth. Twisted Baek Cheon's eyes were still full of will to resist.



Soon after, the fist of Chung-Myung stuck in Baek Cheon's face.


One more time.


One more time.

When Baek Cheon's body collapsed like a rotten straw, Chung-Myung kicked him in the chest.

Baek Cheon, who flew like a corpse, was stuck on the floor. But none of them in the smoke and mirrors went to take care of such Baek Cheon.

"What are you doing, you bastards!"

As soon as Chung-Myung shouted, those who aimed their swords at the back rushed toward Chung-Myung with their teeth clenched.


"Die, you son of a b*tc*!"

Chung-Myung's eyes are shining cold. He jumped between the teeth and swung the sword.


In an instant, three people splashed blood and fell off.

Chung-Myung, who escaped by twisting his neck while flying toward my head, reached out and grabbed the death penalty's neck.


As he rushed forward, he stabbed his captor's stomach one after another with a wooden sword. A man who was beaten by dozens at once turned his eyes upside down.

Round and round.

Chung-Myung, who turned away, threw the person holding the death penalty after me.

As soon as the men rushed to the left and right, his sword painted a series of red plum blossoms on Ho Gong.

There is no reason to say the result.


At that time, Gwak Hae, who was looking for a chance, ran toward Chung-Myung without missing the moment. Chung-Myung's wooden sword blocked his shoulder, which was about to develop a twenty-fourth parallel.



Gwak Hae's eyes were bloodshot.

But Chung-Myung distorted his face as if he didn't care about Gwak Hae's pain.


Then, Gwak Hae stepped on the back of his foot and fixed it. Chung-Myung's shoulders, which flew one after another, stuck in Gwak Hae's chest.


Gwak Hae, who couldn't even step on his foot and bounce off, collapsed on the spot. A piece of Chung-Myung was violently lodged in his deaf ear as he was losing consciousness.

"If you can win just by being motivated, who's going to try, you idiot!"


Chung-Myung, who was finally looking down at Gwak Hae, looked up.


Those who faced him shivered without rushing in.

Who doesn't know that Chung-Myung is strong?

However, there was a ridiculous distance between realizing its strength as a ally and as an enemy.

When I made eye contact, I felt numb, and my heart became cold as if I had fallen into an ice cave.


A blunt voice came out of Chung-Myung's mouth.

The disciples of Hwasan, who have always been full of spirit, but no one can easily rush toward Chung-Myung. He just growled looking around like a wild dog surrounding a bum.

Chung-Myung, who looked at the sheep with dark eyes, twisted the corners of his mouth. And just as I was about to die.


The sound of someone's feet dragging caught Chung-Myung's attention.

Cho-Gol, who used a wooden sword as a cane, struggled to walk, clearly caught Chung-Myung's eyes.

Jo-Gol grinned as soon as his eyes met. The corners of Chung-Myung's mouth rolled up slightly when he saw the blood-soaked tooth.

"It's a long way off, you son of a b*tc*."Yoo-Esul, who was lying down, also leaps up. Her eyes fixed on Chung-Myung as she stared around blankly to see if the situation was clear for a moment.


Soon there was a breathtaking exuberance from her body.

Jo-Gol and Dang-Soso, Yoon-Jong and Gwak Hae, who stood up, also walked with their teeth clenched and surrounded Chung-Myung.



Baek Cheon, whose face was covered in blood and swollen, also woke up, bashing the sword.

Baek Cheon's eyes turned up. The sun was high.

'There's still a long way to go before the sun goes down.’

That means we can do this more than a dozen times in the future.


Baek Cheon, who grabbed the wooden sword to break, smiled grotesquely and stepped off toward Chung-Myung.

If you can't do it once, 10 times. If you can't do it 10 times, 100 times.

It's enough to fight and fight a thousand times. Then one day he can face the moment he wants.

"Kill him!"

Hwasan's students, who were faltering with Baek Cheon's shout, rushed toward Chung-Myung with all their evil.



Chung-Myung's eyes sank as he watched Hwasan's disciples rush to his death.


Chung-Myung's eyes turned cold after turning the wooden sword. He slowly lowered himself.

After a while, his body flooded towards Baek Cheon, reconciling with the flesh of light.