Chapter - 395 Episode 395. You won't die beautifully. (5)

My mind went blank.

The outstretched hand shook and scratched the ground.

The leg was cut off. His legs were so fine in an instant.

However, it was not the result that the leg was cut off that led to a true hell of an exile, but the process.

'What the hell is it, what the hell!

I've never heard of anything like this.

Pushing history into others is no different from exercising. But how can I pull out a sword while I'm exercising?

If the defector had faced Chung-Myung squarely in front of him, he would never have had a single cut off leg.

But who could have imagined that a man who had been treating others would blow that sword?

This is the result of carelessness, which cannot be called carelessness. And that fact made the Asylum Dagger unbearable.

"Ugh……."

He raised his head with a beastly groan. And I saw Chung-Myung approaching him with a sword.

My heart has tightened.

The appearance of Chung-Myung, who was approaching with an indifferent face with a blood-soaked sword hanging down, was no different from the dead.

"Get up."

Beyond the coldness, a voice that couldn't even feel the emotion penetrated the ears of the defection spear.

"I told you."

The play.

The sound of a sword scratching the floor shook my ears like thunder.

"I'll kill you brutally."

The eyes of the defector were glistening with fear.

Can't you tell just by looking at the hand that cuts off his minions or the mind that cuts off his opponent's legs without hesitation?

He was different from the political factions he had ever seen. That man would have remained true to his words he had uttered.

That buck.

At last the creepy footsteps stopped.

"What are you doing? Stop him! Stop him! Oh, my God!

The atmosphere of the battlefield changed when the defector shouted loudly.

The reality has begun to return to those who have remained absentmindedly as if they were watching something unrelated to them.

"Hey, stop him!"

"Protect the Lord!"

The head of the defector group was frightened and rushed between Chung-Myung and the defector group.

"Where!"

"I can't let you go, you bastards!"

But this time, Hwasan's disciples didn't let them go. Those in the back can't help it, but fierce swords began to pour on those within the reach of the sword.

It was the first time that Hwasan's disciples, who had been pushed back, took the offensive.

"You bastards!"

"Get out of my way, you son of a b*tc*!"

Wassan's sword wouldn't allow them to escape, although the warriors in the bay shouted like a scream.

However, a dozen international fighters who managed to pull themselves out of the chaos flew in between Gerey Chung-Myung and the Asylum Squad.

"You can't...…."

Crunch.

The neck rises into the sky.

"……."

The first man to step forward lost his neck at a single sword and plummeted like a log. All of them flinched and stopped at the sight.

Whoosh.

When Chung-Myung shook the sword briefly, blood scattered on the bottom of the sword.

"Anyway……."

A bleak voice came out of Chung-Myung's mouth as he stared ahead.

"I didn't mean to leave you alive, either. If you're going to die early, I'll do as you wish."

Boom!

Chung-Myung's feet crushed the ground.

At the same time, a red sword began to stick out of his sword. It seemed that the sword, which was redder and clearer than the blood-soaked land, soon began to paint dozens or hundreds of plum blossoms.The warriors of the bayonet were all startled and wide open their eyes.

Of course it wasn't the first sight I saw. I've seen that prosecution several times in the process of dealing with those HWASAN's little boys just a while ago.

But it's different. It's definitely the same sword, but I couldn't say it was the same sword.

Even though it is the same test, it depends on who uses it.

Each petal was embroidered in Ho Gong with its own movements. As if each and every one of them was alive. It was a scene that went beyond vividness and even extraordinary.

"Hey, stop...….'

The person in the lead pushed in as much as possible and lifted the road. My head moved before I thought about it. After raising the power to the extent that the power outage was torn, he swung the province like a storm.

Fierce.

As if proving that the water lilies he had accumulated so far were not in vain, he tore the front apart as if he would crush everything in front of him with pottery.

But even so.

No matter how rough and powerful the province is, no matter how strong it is, how strong it is, how strong it is that it can blow off all the petals that are scattered in the wind?

Plum blossoms flooded in through the fine cracks that were not reached by the province.

'Oh, no!'

It was already late when I checked with my eyes.

Crunch.

As soon as the fluttering petals touched the wrist, blood was scattered with frightening pain.

A wound deep enough to reveal the bones of the wrist, the province, which was moving fiercely, lost its momentum for a while.

And that was it.

'Ah...'

When I came to my senses, the whole world was covered with plum blossoms.

'Insane...'

The petals swept through the body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Starting with his desperate scream, those who stood by were also completely covered in red plum blossoms.

A little later.

Flop. Flop.

With a heavy sound, the warriors of the bayonet who were standing ahead fell to the floor.

"……."

All those watching were speechless at the sight.

Wasan's sword.

There was a reason why it was considered that it was not suitable for a political sword because it was excessively useless and living.

Blood spouted from the entire body of those who had already lost their breath before they could close their eyes.

The hearts of the spectators cooled cold.

This is the first time I've seen a colleague who's been stabbed by an opponent's sword. But it was far different from what I've ever seen.

At a glance, the collapsed body had no scars from head to toe.

How many pervs do you mean that people get hurt in an instant?

I could tell just by looking at the wound. That there's no chance of winning.

That buck.

While everyone was stunned, only Chung-Myung looked around indifferently.

As he stepped down, blood collected on the ground was stepped on Chung-Myung's feet and splashed everywhere.

"That……."

The warriors of the bayonet shuddered, unable to jump or run away.

The teeth hit each other and the whole body cooled down as if it were in an ice cave.

Block it?

You're blocking it?

You're trying to stop someone on the subject?'

Only then did they realize how reckless they were.

But it's already irreversible.

The end of the grab was shaking, but it's not to blame them. It was a matter of high esteem that he raised the province without running away immediately.My head is going blank.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! You bastards!"

In the meantime, the desperate screams of the Asylum Dagger constantly penetrated their ears.

But they couldn't obey, and they couldn't resist the injunction. The situation they were in was too terrible to respond to such voices.

'How...'

But fortunately they didn't have to worry anymore.

When did you open the sword?

When I came to my senses, my eyes were already covered with red plum blossoms. I already fully understood what the plum blossoms meant. I couldn't help but wonder how dangerous that scene was.

Nevertheless, the moment I came up with the idea of beauty...… it won't be just their fault.

'This is an illusion.'

And the fantasy violated the hardened body without even having time to use its hands.

Once again, a mournful scream echoing.

When the rain of plum blossoms bloomed like a fantasy disappeared like a dream.

There is not a single person left to block the gap between the defector and Chung-Myung.

That buck.

The scene created by the sword was absolutely beautiful, but the place where the beautiful fantasy swept through was devastating.

Standing among the fallen bodies, Chung-Myung spoke very slowly.

"Now it's your turn."

"Whoo, hhh…… ugh!"

The eyes of the defector were bloodshot as if they were about to explode.

"Like a dog……."

He put the one remaining dagger on the floor and pulled himself up with all his might.

He stumbled a lot because he lost his leg, but managed to build himself up.

"You son of a b*tc*!"

His eyes, which burst into red almost as many veins as possible, glared at Chung-Myung with hostility, rage and fear that he could not help.

Crunch.

After pulling a dagger out of the ground, he grabbed it with both hands and aimed at Chung-Myung.

"You look down on me…"…."

"Shut your mouth."

But Chung-Myung's cold voice interrupted him.

"Ee!"

The defector bit his lips. The flesh was soon dented by how horribly asked, but he didn't feel a bit of pain.

The defection dagger began to push all the remaining history into the dagger.

The excessively rotated dagger caused vortex and tore the flesh of the hand, but the defector dagger increased its strength and pushed it into the dagger.

Hand?

What's the point of such a thing in front of life?

He threw out a single spear like a bolt of lightning.

"Kill me!"

His determined blow, the Chilsatamwa herbivore, was exuded with unprecedented energy. Seven swirls of vortex flew in with intensity after Chung-Myung's whole body.

Although one leg was lost, it was more than just two legs were intact, never worse.

It was clear that it was a second that clearly proved why he was ranked as the majority of the entire population.

But his opponent was none other than Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung took a step forward, even as he saw seven swirls flying toward him.

Whoops!

The plum sword, which hit the side of the vortex, bent as if it were broken.

Whoops! Whoops!

Chung-Myung moved forward, hitting the flank of the flying swirl and turning.

The moment when the remaining five swirls flew right in front of Chung-Myung's whole body.

"What?"

The defector opened his eyes wide.

Chung-Myung's body disappeared from the spot as if it were turned off.

The defector was frightened and raised his spirits as much as he could. It's late if you chase it with your eyes.…."Ee……!"

The head of the defector's spear was bent upward as if to break.

Finally, the figure of the man falling into his sight like a broom came into clear sight.

"It's late."

Crunch!

The sound of a sword cutting something made up of leather penetrated my ear.

And a little later, another sound rang out.

Empty.

It was the sound of something made of iron falling to the ground.

The defector lowered his eyes blankly.

A single spear that I had been holding a while ago fell on the floor. Still in his hands.

"……."

As I shifted my eyes little by little, I could clearly see that my wrist had been cut off.

However, the reality has disappeared. I couldn't feel the pain.

His trembling eyes turned forward. Chung-Myung was staring directly at him on the street, which would remain within reach of him.

"I'm a man of my word."

Push!

"Ahhhhhhhh!

The pain in the pierced shoulder brought the defector back to reality. As the sword that dug into his shoulder was stirred, his body gradually pushed back.

The defector desperately flung himself back with one leg left.

If you keep going like this, you'll die.

I can't die like this...….

"Where are you going?"

Crunch.

I cut myself in the chest.

Crunch.

The abdomen cracked and red blood poured out like a waterfall.

Crunch.

My face was cut and one side of my vision was completely dark.

Chung-Myung gradually cut down the whole body of the defector as if he were playing tricks on him. Like he did to the ungum a while ago.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

The defector shouted like a fit of his feet.

His fist, one remaining, ran down and swung convulsively.

"You son of a b*tc*……."

Crunch!

However, his arms, which were swung, were cut off from the elbow and crossed Ho Gong before stretching out.

"……Ah."

Crunch.

The thigh of one remaining leg was cut more than half. The body of the defector, who could no longer be balanced, was stuck on the floor.

In his exposed upper body, Chung-Myung's sword flew in like a hungry snake.

Paaaaaaaaaaaah!

In the blink of an eye, the sword swung dozens of times, creating only one sound of a wave.

Dozens of new stab wounds were added to the chest of the defector's

"Growl……."

His eyes began to lose their light rapidly. He pouted his mouth as if he were trying to say something, but the blood flowing back through his throat wouldn't even allow it.

"A will is left by a man."

Chung-Myung's sword touched the neck of the defection spear.

"You die like a bug. Even that's not good enough for you."

Puff.

There was no hesitation, no mercy. Chung-Myung's sword penetrated the throat of the defection spear.

Having a cramp, he cooled down coldly without even closing his eyes.

Chung-Myung, who pulled out the sword, shook off the sword as if even the blood on it was dirty and scattered the blood.

My son-in-law was still.

Chung-Myung, who had been looking at the dying defection spear for a long time, slowly turned away.

Flinch.

The whole crowd cramped with convulsions.

Soon after, the voice from Chung-Myung's mouth chilled their blood.

"…Next."