Chapter – 639 Episode 639. Let’s continue. It’s just the beginning. (4)
It was a stormy life.
A life that makes even those who were watching from a distance shudder away. I couldn’t believe it was coming out of the doe.
How angry do you have to be to give off that much life?
Everyone had a hunch. That fight is now out of the realm of Bimu.
When learning from each other’s radishes is the definition of bimu, what is happening up there is certainly far from bimu.
How can such a terrible murder be poured out unless it’s a life-and-death battle?
The sound of sword-to-sword collision penetrated everyone’s ears like a wake-up call.
Let’s go, let’s go!
The sharp blades scratched each other, and sparks flew everywhere. The two men’s heads were closer together than their swords. The raw eyes of the living were intertwined like beasts.
It was a blatant living that smelled of blood.
It was like a fight between animals roaring to put fangs in each other’s throats.
Who would have imagined it?
Wudang and Hwasan.
This will be the last of the two main characters representing Doga.
The gruesome sound of bone echoed from both hands gripped by the sword.
Ho Gong’s eyes, filled with deep anger, stared at Chung-Myung as if they were going to eat him. And Chung-Myung’s eyes, which received those eyes, were also seething with bizarre heat.
Chung-Myung grinned with a smile on his face.
“You have to pretend to be polite, and people are all the same.
Chung-Myung’s sword momentarily powered Ho Gong back. But this wasn’t meant to catch my breath. Chung-Myung immediately followed Ho Gong, who was pushed out of the arena floor.
“That’s your nature after all!”
“Shut up, man!”
The sword struck again and the sound of the explosion rang out.
Cold sweat began to seep out from the foreheads of those watching the scene.
‘What the hell is this…’.’
This is not what they expected.
The Elders of the Armored and the Hawsan First Sword.
I thought there would be a high-quality choreography worthy of its reputation and position. The conflict between high censorship based on Doga’s enlightenment and human strength that unfolds that censorship.
That was the aspect of this beemoo drawn by both shaman and Hwasan.
However, the scene unfolding before my eyes was so blatant and stark.
In the first place, as if those holding swords were shouting that it was funny to discuss dignity and dignity, the two showed their wildness and wielded swords as if they were going to kill each other.
(Screaming) (Screams) (Screams) (Screams) (Screams) (Screams)
Dozens of inspections came and went in a blink of an eye.
The sword and the sword sought each other’s blood without any hesitation. The shock wave created by fierce inspection cut the floor and tore it apart.
A fragment of the sword bounced off the collided sword grazed the two men’s bodies. Ho Gong’s shoulders and Chung-Myung’s sides quickly turned red.
However, the two men used evil solely to put swords into the other person’s body without paying attention to the wound.
Kaga gaga gak!
The sword, which had been confronted by each other, fell down and dug again, looking for another gap.
Ho Gong, who pushed the sword up against him, penetrated into Chung-Myung’s arms and slammed into his chest. Even in that short moment, a swirl of vortex flew toward Chung-Myung.Crack!
But Chung-Myung isn’t going to be easy.
Chung-Myung slammed Ho Gong’s shoulder with a sword handle as he came in. Thus, he managed to block a blow to the chest, but couldn’t handle the force, Chung-Myung’s body twisted and bounced back.
At the same time, a short groan broke out of the two’s mouths. But for a moment, Ho Gong followed Chung-Myung, who was pushed away with a flurry of nomos.
His sword spewed out a waterfall-like sword. It was truly a tremendous amount of momentum. But instead of flying directly to Chung-Myung, the sword went all around.
The noise from the end of the whipped whip rang. The brilliant tension from Ho Gong’s left field raged against Chung-Myung.
Along with the head of the village, it was a long method that symbolized shamanism.
If Myeonjang is a long method of continuous disconnection, like Taecheong’s sword, Sipdangeum is a sword of Fasa.
It’s a life-filled technique that you never take out unless you’re dealing with a villain who confuses the world.
The shaman’s knife was now flying into Chung-Myung. It was so fast and explosive that it was hard to think of as a shaman’s skill. The shaman’s shamanism centered on Yu and Jeong was somewhat different from the shaman’s shamanism, which melted pleasure and defeat.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Ten tensiones flew in succession and collided with Chung-Myung’s Mae Hwasan-su.
Unlike Chung-Myung, who is not compatible with swords and intestines, Ho Gong held Chung-Myung with ten daggers and launched a sweeping attack.
‘That’s a real scam anyway.’
Chung-Myung clenched his teeth and stepped back.
Perhaps he thought he caught Seung-gi at this sight, Ho Gong developed the sword even more heatedly.
However, Chung-Myung, who was quickly out of the scope of the Ten Unit, swung the sword without delay.
Dozens of plum blossoms rose from the end of the sword and split from side to side. The sword, which was like a wave, was blocked by a wall of plum leaves.
Like the rough waves that hit a solid bank, blue swords soared high into the sky.
Chung-Myung’s sword, which had been gently shaken for a while, was firmly lowered down three times. A red-red sword flew like a flash at Ho Gong.
Ho Gong’s Taecheong sword, which deflected the direction, blocked Chung-Myung’s sword from flying.
However, Chung-Myung had already hit the floor and narrowed the distance from Ho Gong at the same time as he blew the sword.
Up and down!
The sword, which was lowered without hesitation, split the waves from side to side. It looked more like a transfer than a sword.
Hana Ho Gong couldn’t have easily been pushed back.
As soon as the sword split, the ten-tiered tension burst through it.
In a hurry, Chung-Myung’s sword blocked the tension. However, it was not enough to disrupt all the tension released at close range. The plum sword shook greatly, and soon the dark red blood gushed from Chung-Myung’s mouth.
Chung-Myung, whose mouth is covered with blood, had a grotesque smile.
It was a sight that was not enough to frighten the viewer’s
As he bled, he laughed as if he was having fun. Danny Ho Gong’s sword forgot the flow.
And Chung-Myung didn’t miss the moment.
Park Chan-chung-Myung flew into Ho Gong and turned his body in the air.
Ho Gong opened his eyes wide at the sight of him spinning like a top around his head.Stupid!
It’s not an anomaly or anything. What’s the point of giving your head to the opponent and spinning?
His sword fell reflexively forward toward Chung-Myung’s head. If the attack worked, Chung-Myung’s head would split at once. It was an attack that ordinary Bimu should never have done, but the boundary between Bimu and life and death has long disappeared from Ho Gong’s head.
The moment when the sword hit Chung-Myung’s head like it’s about to split.
Chung-Myung’s sword was thrown everywhere.
As the colorful and changing sword was added to the rotation, I felt the illusion that everything in front of me was filled with swords.
Ho Gong’s sword tip was shaken once again.
If you lower your sword like this, you may be able to cut Chung-Myung’s hair. But he, too, must be prepared to be dismembered. His life would not be guaranteed if it were penetrated by that young sword.
In the end, Ho Gong, who was pushed back, turned the sword into defense, took a step back.
It was a very obvious mistake.
Chung-Myung, who hit the floor with his hands without a sword, was fired at Ho Gong like a shell with the reaction.
Chung-Myung rushed toward Ho Gong’s lower body in a low position, like a swallow that was about to brush the floor.
Soon after, the sword that Chung-Myung stabbed rose from below.
Ho Gong has done numerous moves in his life and competed with swords countless times. However, he has never faced a sword that is stabbed up so low. He momentarily pulled his upper body back and avoided Chung-Myung’s sword.
That’s exactly what Chung-Myung was after.
Chung-Myung punched Ho Gong’s foot relentlessly.
He did not miss the fact that Ho Gong’s reaction would be half a beat later than usual because he left the center behind.
Ho Gong’s feet were stuck in the stone with a loud noise. Hard blue stones cracked and spider-like gold spread everywhere.
Unable to even scream in terrible pain, Ho Gong glared at Chung-Myung. Blood stood in his eyes.
He soon kicked Chung-Myung’s chin with his intact feet.
It was not Chung-Myung’s chin that touched his feet, but his sword handle. A sword-handler made of iron was embedded in the back of his foot.
Ho Gong, injured in both feet, swung the sword with a beastly roar.
Hana Chung-Myung had already hit the floor quickly and slipped away.
Ho Gong, who cut the floor so deep that it was frightening, soon chased Chung-Myung like a poisonous serpent.
Against the rushing snake, the plum blossoms once again rose at the end of Chung-Myung’s sword. However, the snake, which had risen to the point of poison, did not stop rushing even after seeing the thorny plum blossoms in front of it.
The sword, which was seething like lava, flew away like a plum sword, flooding Chung-Myung’s chest.
Chung-Myung put up a sword vertically to prevent it from flying, but there is no way that a sword that is used without its feet on the ground can be fully loaded!
Chung-Myung’s body was pushed back with the metal sound of the sword colliding with the sword.Boom! Boom! Boom!
He rolled the floor over and over again and lay on the floor.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
Ho Gong looked down at my hand holding the sword breathlessly. It was shaking. He also checked his swollen feet and bit his lips tightly.
The bones on both feet were crushed. Every step of the way, the unbearable pain stabbed the lungs and crushed the head.
But now is not the time to dwell on that.
His half-tired gaze chased the fallen Chung-Myung. Unsurprisingly, Chung-Myung was slowly rising again.
The thick blood from the mouth dripped down the chin to the floor. But the devilish smile on his lips still lingered.
Just by looking at the faces of the two, it was so obvious who won the game.
The anger that controlled Ho Gong’s whole body cooled down. Instead, a sense of awe and incongruity grew like a vine, wounding his entire body and clamping it down.
Chung-Myung, who spat out blood full in his mouth, stole it with his sleeve. Then he smiled, showing his red teeth.
“I don’t think you’re ever going to be able to go.
“Let’s keep going. It’s just the beginning.”
Chung-Myung, whose face is half-blooded, began to approach Ho Gong with his sword hanging down.