The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect - 493
Chapter – 493 Episode 493. We’ve already come too far. (3)
“Speed up more!”
Ko Jin-ak, the archbishop of Bingbeomdae in the North Sea Ice Palace, urged his subordinates with a loud voice. There was a biting wind in the face, but their pace of running did not diminish at all.
‘Hwasan’s little boys.’
Ko Jin-ak’s mouth was slightly distorted.
It is ridiculous for the Bingham squad to take part in the mission to capture such a trifle. It’s a perfect match to use a cow’s knife to catch a chicken.
But they’re the warriors of the Bingo.
No matter how insignificant, I do my best as long as my mission has fallen. That was the way of the Bingo, and the way of the Bingo.
A sharp voice came from behind my back.
Ko Jin-ak looked forward with his eyes lifted. Indeed, something moving rapidly through the blizzard was caught in his sight.
“Is it a battle?”
“I’m afraid we’re late.”
“What a fool.”
Go Jin-ak smiled lightly at Su-ha’s words.
“The fact that there’s a battle going on means there’s an enemy. It means it’s not too late.”
He reached out and grabbed a sword around his waist.
The cold sword touched my hand and I was filled with excitement.
“Come on, let’s play!”
It was the moment when he was about to rush forward, kicking the ground.
Something strange began to catch my eye.
Some of the tangled crowds suddenly started running this way.
“……what are they?”
“It looks like he’s coming to deal with us.”
Ko Jin-ak laughed in vain.
As the distance got closer, I could see more clearly. They were never the warriors of the Bingo, whether in costume or in a running position.
“I guess they’re Hwasan’s little boys.”
There was a clear laugh on his face.
“I’d like to compliment you for pulling a sword against us, but you should have known that this side is not as soft as the elders in the midfield.”
The low-pitched Go Jin-ak burst out in time.
“Overpower everything! You may kill those who rebel to the end!”
After completing the order, he kicked the floor and speeded up. I didn’t mean to leave it to my minions. That cheeky little boy running from the front was the one to knock him down and get a head start.
The young man who came running thought the same thing was coming straight to him without a hitch.
‘You cheeky bastard!’
Ko Jin-ak, who clenched his teeth, hit the head of a sword as hard as he could.
Soon a loud sound of iron rang, and Ko Jin-ak’s body bounced back.
He didn’t understand for a moment what had happened to him. It was the terrible pain felt in his wrists and forearms and the coldness of the blizzard that touched his face that caught his fading spirit.
Round and round.
I managed to twist myself in Ho Gong and get down to the ground. And he looked forward again with a different look.
An exceptionally white sword aimed at him. The other person’s face was frighteningly calm, flying with neat long hair.
Even before Ko Jin-ak’s words were finished, the man in front of him opened his mouth.
“I’m Baek Cheon, the second best student of the Hwasan faction.”
“What about you?”
Go Jin-ak raised his body. Then he picked up the sword and pointed straight at Baek Cheon.
This is Ko Jin-ak, the master of the Bingamdae in the North Sea Ice Palace. In the North Sea, I am called the Northern Jingum.”
“It’s the North Korean sword, Go Jin Ak.”
Baek Cheon gave a brief recount and nodded lightly.
“Please forgive me for not having a long conversation. Instead, I’ll make sure I remember the name.”
Provocation, not provocation, made Go Jin-ak’s body tremble. But nevertheless, he didn’t dare to jump at Baek Cheon easily.The heavy pain left in his hand made him hesitate.
‘It was a ridiculous force.’
It wasn’t that big, but I couldn’t understand how he could put that much power on that thin sword.
Su-ha, who had come after him, urgently called him, as if he had noticed Ko Jin-ak’s spirit had died slightly. Only then did Ko Jin-ak come to his senses.
‘You’ve shown a terrible appearance.’
He clenched his lips and aimed at the sword.
“I admit it’s not easy. So if my sword kills you, don’t blame me.”
The corners of Baek Cheon’s mouth rolled up.
“As much as you want!”
With a short answer, Baek Cheon kicked the snow field and swung the sword.
“…There you go again, man.”
“But is this bastard rude to his mastery?”
“……Shi, put your fist down because it’s a mistake. How did the death penalty become so violent?”
“I didn’t turn violent, you lost your mind!”
Hye Yeon, who was running behind Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong, who were arguing, could not find the answer to this conversation.
I think you’re both right.’
The world is absolutely fair.
“Don’t talk nonsense and focus! It’s not easy!”
“Yes, death penalty!”
Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong’s swords shone blue almost at the same time.
Meanwhile, Yoo-Esul’s silent mouth opened.
“Next to me.”
Dang-Soso clenched his teeth resolutely with a sword. Yoo-Esul quietly comforted her.
“I’m next to you. It’s not hard if you show off your skills.”
Dang-Soso shouted emphatically and aimed at the sword.
Yoon-Jong, Jo-Gol, Yoo-Esul, and Dang-Soso, who split from side to side around Baek Cheon in the center, spread their swords with a camp.
The snow falling like petals, the sword with a sharp edge, neatly parted. Then, it continued to stretch out sharply toward the ice sword table.
The love of the blood pressure!
a sumptuous sword like a war of islands
At an unexpected rate, the members of the Bingham squad panicked and cut out the sword.
But Hawsan’s sword never ended with a single stroke.
The bounced sword was thrown out at a faster rate than the first time. The sword, which was a mixture of bizarre movements at a speed that couldn’t be added, was practically practical.
Half frozen leather clothes split in a short time and blood spurted out.
After being defeated by only a few days’ exchange, the Bingu-dae stepped back. Their faces were full of surprises.
Bba, it’s fast.
I could tell just by exchanging the sword once.
Their swords are surprisingly fast and terribly realistic.
Those who still look young, like hard-working professionals who have been rolling for decades in Kang-ho, they were actually only aiming for vital points with a sword.
Those who received it were almost horrified.
As if they would never give up their chance to win, Hwasan’s latecomers stabbed and lifted their swords one after another.
The Bingo tried to get into position somehow. However, more than a dozen swords flew in front of him at once, and he couldn’t have been able to pose as usual.
Once the disorganized posture gradually collapsed, so the wielding sword did not have a proper energy.
A member of the Binggumdae opened his eyes on the sword that passed by quickly cutting its sides.He soon broke down without even screaming properly. Meanwhile, I could see the face of Yoon-Jong shooting past him without a movement on his face.
Those young inspectors, who have lived as swords in the North Sea for decades, were more experienced.
Realizing that he had lost his postures as a prosecutor, he couldn’t overcome his grief and fell straight into the snow.
Jo-Gol’s sword also fell rapidly, moving vigorously.
The man who was pushed back in the face of power and power was pushed back. The more his feet were pushed, the longer the mark appeared over the snow.
Jo-Gol, who confirmed that the streets had widened quite a bit, shook his sword with a short shout.
Dozens of plum leaves bloomed, shaking fiercely at the tip of the sword.
Like a snow hawk blooming in the middle of winter.
Although it was even a radical cut, the plum blossoms produced by Jo-Gol matched horribly well with white snow. A truly fantastic scene unfolded. The most splendid swordsmanship in the Middle Ages was now generously showing off its beauty in this far-off North Sea land.
At the sight of the flying red plum blossoms, the warrior of the Bingo opened his eyes unknowingly.
‘Oh, my God, the sword.….’
Anyone who uses a sword in a bingo has this imagination.
The imagination of wanting to pierce all the fierce snow with a sword. And if you keep trying, you’ll be able to reach that stage someday.
But at this moment he realized.
It should have been a little faster if you were going to get to that point.
If I had, I could’ve stopped these plum blossoms. Now it was impossible for him to wipe out all the plum blossoms more than snow.
The plum leaves fluttering with the blizzard swept through his body in an instant. He soon collapsed, spewing blood all over his body.
The wound wasn’t that deep, but the impact of the dozens of cuts in an instant was enough to take away his consciousness.
It was the moment Jo-Gol, who clenched his fist pleasantly, was about to rush toward his next opponent. Yoon-Jong’s cold voice came in.
“Be cool. This is the real deal.”
“Yes, death penalty!”
Having managed to hold himself together to excess, Jo-Gol hardened his face and lowered his sword a little. Yun-Jong nodded slightly and pressed down slightly, confirming that his lower body was stable again.
I’m sure this guy…….’
The pace at which Jo-Gol was getting stronger was truly terrifying. It’s just not stable because it’s inherently clumsy. The sword’s cinematic prowess and swiftness were beyond the reach of Yoon-jong.
But you shouldn’t be satisfied with it. Too much excitement always creates gaps and unexpected mistakes.
The two men wielded their swords at the flocking bingo table.
Fast and sharp Jo-Gol’s sword and relatively heavy and serious Yun-Jong’s sword began to swirl in harmony as if one were wielding.
The opponent collapsed like a leaf of autumn leaves on a sword that interlocked like a cogwheel.
While one person is committed to the attack, the other person blocks the flying sword instead and sharply attacks the gaps created by each other’s swords.
While one attacks the front, the other sprays petals from the back. There was no hesitation or fear in the other’s movements, although a sharp encounter fell behind his back.
And firm trust.In the first place, the two men did not fall behind even when they faced the armed forces of the entire population. Although the Binggo is called Saeoeugung, the force of the Binggo could not have been stronger than that of the full population.
Of course things would have been different if it were only a few months ago.
However, the two gained solid experience and solid confidence through a fierce battle with the universal people. It was after the party’s implementation clearly incorporated the foundations that were still lacking into his own.
So there was nothing to fear or hesitate about.
“Let’s get this over with and help Soso, death penalty!”
“……don’t mess with me!”
Every time the red plum blossoms bloomed, the face of the ice sword table turned pale.
A flower petal containing a colder example than the north wind was turning the sky red.
“Blood, get away!”
A bewildered voice and loud screams echoed here and there at the same time.
Jo-Gol’s sword flew like a bolt of lightning through the disturbing plum blossoms of Yun-Jong.
Since meeting Chung-Myung, the two have not completely let go of their swords in their hands for a single day. The long hours of anguish were blooming like plum blossoms in spring through their swords.
Jo-Gol, who completely defeated his opponent, showed his teeth and laughed like a villain.
“I don’t want you to be surprised like this! My sword is faster!”
“Oh! Don’t talk about that!”
……although it bloomed in a slightly strange direction.