Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 591

Paaaat!

The invisible quick sword pierced the body mercilessly.

When blocked with a sword, the wrist was cut off, and when they stepped back, it rushed faster than the speed of stepping back, penetrating their heart.

Killing Sword (살검(殺劍))

The sword, which did not consider the outcome of suppression in the slightest, only to kill the opponent, cut and stabbed the vital points without a single error.

“Cough…….”

The sword that pierced the heart was retrieved faster than when stabbed in. Dark red blood spurted like a fountain from the hole in the chest.

Disbelief, astonishment, and futility.

The last look in the eyes of a person who is on the verge of death is always the same. Chung Myung stared at the other blood-colored people with a light gaze.

Each of them was staring at Chung Myung with spiteful eyes.

“Hoo.”

Anyone would be perplexed or terrified if four colleagues died in an instant right under their nose. However, they did not seem particularly excited or angry.

Chung Myung instinctively licked his lips slowly.

As soon as he saw the strong smell of blood and venomous eyes, he felt something familiar.

“This…….”

The corners of his mouth are twisted.

“It smells like something I’ve smelled before.”

Sharp fangs were revealed. Chung Myung, who had killing intent in his eyes, grabbed the handle of his sword. Kwang!

The sound of kicking the ground exploded with a heavy bang.

Soon, Chung Myung flew low like a swallow flying across the ground.

The blood-colored men thrust their swords at him.

Kaaaang!

However, all of them were thrown out by a strong blow.

Paaaaat!

They didn’t even have time to understand what was going on. A quick sword beyond common sense was aimed at their neck.

The sharp blade grazed their neck, they instinctively bent their head.

Seueueut.

The blade cut through the skin and cut off the inner flesh.

Puut!

The sound of leaking blood spread terrifyingly.

‘Counterattack…’

At that moment.

Hwiiing!

With a noise as if the wind was blowing, Chung Myung’s sword was bent sideways at once.

And stuck right in the neck.

“Keu… reuk…”

The blood bubbled.

“Keu…eueu….”

He grabbed the sword stuck in his neck with his hands shaking as if having a seizure. Bubbles of blood flowed out of his red-soaked teeth.

Even though he had already felt death, his eyes were full of venom instead of despair.

“…Di…e….”

The stretched rapier headed toward Chung Myung’s stomach. Chung Myung rolled up his lips as he looked at the scene with cool eyes.

Paaat!

Chung Myung’s sword, which had been stuck in the neck, escaped with a flash, and soon blew away the wrist of the blood-colored man.

Ulkok.

Blood spattered from the cut wrist to Chung Myung’s face, but Chung Myung did not blink his eye. Rather, the sword was stabbed more than a dozen times in the chest.

Puuk! Puuk! Puuk! Kwadeudeuk!

The sword pierced the heart with a terrible sound.

“…….”

The blood-colored man’s eyes quickly lost vitality and his body collapsed as if it were hitting Chung Myung.

“You… Merciless…”

Paaaat!

Even before the will was over, the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword mercilessly slashed the neck.

Tududuk.

Blood poured down like rain. Being hit by the red rain, Chung Myung kicked the corpse lightly and pushed it away. It was an insensitive movement as if removing an obstacle.

Chwaaak!

After shaking off the blood from the sword, Chung Myung slowly brought everyone into sight. A bleak killing intent spread.

“It’s loose.”

“…….”

The eyes of the blood-colored men began to change.

The leisure was long gone. It looked like a wolf who chased a rabbit into a cave and saw a tiger walking out of the darkness inside the cave.

And the first to detect the change was Go Hong, not the disciples of Mount Hua, nor the blood-colored men. “What, what are you doing!”

Go Hong roared.

“Kill him! Catch and kill him now!”

“Chae- Chaeju!”

Kwaaaang!

Go Hong’s guan dao fell behind the backs of frightened bandits.

“Aaaargh!”

Dozens of bandits collapsed in one fell swoop.

“…….”

Then, the bandits around him alternately looked at Go Hong and Chung Myung with their pale faces.

“Will you die by my hand?”

Go Hong shouted lowly, and soon venom filled their eyes.

“Kill him!”

“It’s just one guy! Kill him with a pincer attack!”

Daebyeolchae bandits bathed in madness, rushing at Chung Myung with wide open eyes. Chung Myung revealed his teeth as if he was having fun.

“Good.”

Soon after, a red sword energy soared above the heads of bandits rushing like torrents in heavy rain.

The red sword’s energy began to bloom like a flower.

Paaat!

The sword narrowly grazed right next to Gwak Wei’s face.

Sogok!

The sword, which carried energy, drew a long-cut wound extending from the mouth to the ear. The burning pain naturally distorted Gwak Wei’s face.

The blood-colored man retreated one step after hurting him and said.

“You must be getting courageous, right?”

“…….”

There was a clear sneer in his mouth.

“Those who have never had blood on their hands end up like that. It’s to the point where I feel sympathy for that guy who has to fight while carrying a lot of baggage like you.”

Gwak Wei frowned. The sweat from his forehead stung his eyes. But he didn’t even dare to blink. If it was that guy in front of him, he could slit his throat enough at that moment.

But what really scratched Gwak Wei’s stomach now was not the killing intent the opponent was spouting, but the words that came out of his mouth.

‘He’s not wrong.’

The moment he felt that danger was approaching and that his life was at stake, he was unknowingly looking for Mount Hua Five Sword.

And that fact was unbearable for Gwak Wei.

‘I’m not a piece of luggage.’

He can’t keep up with his Sahyung for the rest of his life by just leaning on them whenever a crisis strikes. He is not luggage. He is the proud disciple of Mount Hua that will push the backs of his Sahyung.

He has to believe in himself.

Inside him are the teachings of Mount Hua that he has kept so far.

So…….

Gwak Wei’s eyes slowly subsided.

The stab wounds began to throb, but he did not intend to take a step back.

“Yes, I’m still a rookie.”

Gwak Wei’s eyes, tinged with deep blue light, glared at the blood-colored man.

“Hoo?”

“That is why…….”

The thick killing intent began to spread.

“I’ll beat you here today and take off my rookie title!”

“Hahaha!”

At those words, the blood-colored man’s eyes simultaneously filled with laughter and bloody light.

“Try it, rookie!”

Gwak Wei shook his sword, twisting his face like a beast.

However, contrary to that expression, the strength in his hand that held his sword soon loosened.

‘Keep your head cool.’

The teachings of Mount Hua, which he had heard until it was nailed to his ears, remain intact in his body. He has also learned to deal with stronger people.

Still, if he can’t do what he knows and can’t apply what he’s learned, isn’t that more than an idiot?

Hwiiing!

Gwak Hae’s sword, loaded with his energy, quickly rushed toward the blood-colored man.

Kaaang!

As soon as the sword and the rapier met, the blood-colored man stepped back while frowning.

‘How does this young man’s energy….’

It was an internal strength that did not match his apparent age. Something was different from the other children of the sect he had been dealing with.

“I am!”

Then Gwak Wei, who recovered his sword, shouted loud as if bursting his out.

“Mount Hua’s third-class disciples, Gwak Wei!”

He didn’t mean it with any intention. It was just an instinctive cry to encourage himself who was constantly being crushed and to regain his own sword.

But.

The disciples of Mount Hua, who heard that cry, grabbed their swords in unison.

“I’m Baek Sang, Mount Hua’s second-class disciple!”

Baek Sang also shouted as to burst his throat and pointed his sword forward. There were voices here and there that awakened themselves.

“Come, evil enemy!”

“……These guys…….”

Mount Hua’s disciples regained their composure again. Both eyes showed no fear, and the feet were firmly planted on the ground.

“Raise your voice, you f*cking bastards! Would you only going to talk loud to people who is easy to deal with!”

At Baek Sang’s cry, Mount Hua’s disciples exploded their suppressed momentum and rushed forward.

“These bastards!”

The moment the blood-colored man clenched his teeth and was about to cut down Mount Hua’s disciples in front of him.

Paaaat!

Flying from somewhere, a quick sword like a flashlight pierced his shoulder.

“Keuk!”

The blood-colored man freaked out and quickly examined his body.

‘This quick sword…’?’

He couldn’t even see it. He didn’t even notice it.

“It’s good to rush confidently.”

As he turned his eyes, he could see a man walking in with a formidable weight.

“Then you might as well give up your neck too.”

“This…….”

Jo-Gol, who brushed up his cumbersomely flowing bangs, licked his lips with a crooked smile.

“Die…”

Paaaat!

But before the blood-colored man’s words were finished, Jo-Gol’s sword flew again at his throat. Kaaang!

Although he instinctively blocked it, Jo-Gol’s cold killing intent made his heart drop and his spine shudder.

“Why are you scared?”

“…….”

“If a man draws his sword, he should be prepared to get his throat cut!”

Jo-Gol laughed grotesquely and launched a fierce attack.

“You little punk!”

Paaaat!

When Jo-Gol ran out, a person who jumped over Sahyung’s head twisted her body once in the air and descended.

Paaaat!

The martial artist’s sword that jumped into the middle of the blood-colored man stretched in all directions like an illusion.

“Keueuk!”

“Eup!”

The eerie energy of the sword, which cut through the body, made the blood-colored man falter and groan.

Yoo Iseol swung her sword as if sweeping the ground with an expressionless face.

Chwaaak!

With the sound of cutting the silk at once, the wind pressure raised the dust. The sword, moving as if it were alive through the yellow dust, quickly split the ankles of the blood-colored man.

“You f*cking b*tch!”

The blood-colored man, who rushed with harsh words, hurriedly averted his gaze at the horror he felt at the moment.

Swaeaeaek!

Spotting the dagger (비수(匕首)) flying right in front of him, he hurriedly rolled over to avoid it.

Cold sweat ran down his spine. Had it been a little late to find out, his head would have been skewered.

“I’ll cover you!”

Yoo Iseol nodded at Tang So-so’s voice, and reversed her grip on her sword.

It was a moment of confrontation.

Step. Step.

A man walked through his Sahyung and took a stop. He seemed to be declaring that they had to pass himself before they could attack others.

“Come.”

His brief remarks were devoid of any unnecessary substance s. Rather, he was able to provoke his opponent more perfectly.

The faces of the blood-colored men were horribly distorted.

“Kill them all!”

They howled like hungry beasts and stormed toward Mount Hua’s disciples like lightning.

It was then.

Pareureureu!

Red plum blossoms began to bloom in front of those who rushed in. As if the forest of plum blossoms had moved them and the fantastic sight possessed them, they slowed down their rushing speed.

At Baek Cheon’s signal, who shot out plum blossom sword energy, Mount Hua’s disciples gained strength and swung their swords again. He drove the blood-colored men without mercy.

Baek Cheon peeked at Yoo Iseol, Yoon Jong, Jo-Gol, and Tang So-so. Then he turned to the right. There was Chung Myung.

‘Anyway, that guy.’

He’s there at the most necessary moment. No matter how hard they tried to catch up, they couldn’t even catch up to his shadow every time.

But.

“Don’t let Chung Myung do the work alone!” At least they can push him back.

“Hit them!”

Mount Hua’s disciples’ Plum Blossom Swords emitted dazzling sword energy.