Return of Mount Hua Sect

I knew it would be like this (1)

Flowering.

The black plum stretched out by the blue sky embroidered the air like a plum branch that covered the world, and then vivid red plum blossoms began to bloom one after another as if alive.

Plum, that damned flower.

The bishop's eyes were terrifyingly bloody.

That hateful flower was not enough to have stolen everything from the religion, and it is still blocking his way.

Now, the pain in my chest had grown to an unbearable level. The bishop clenched his fists.

“Hwasaaaaaaan!”

A name that will be utterly cursed.

Those who stole the sky of the religion. Disgusting things that stand up again and block his way even after he kills and kills and even burns down his base.

don't fall

Like the plum blossoms that the volcano takes as a symbol, they bloom again after setting down, and the crusher blooms again, blocking their way in the end.

“This....”

An explosion of blood erupted from the bishop's eyes. The Magi, which had been pulled up to the top of his head, swirled around his body and began to dye his body as black as pitch black.

“Let’s see if it can bloom again even if it is torn apart!”

Black claw-shaped energy emanated from his hands for more than one character.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Raging furiously, the bishop began to scratch the front like it was torn apart.

The plum blossoms that had bloomed collapsed under the attack as if they were squeezing and ripping the space itself.

one.

At that moment, Qingming appeared through the plum forest and struck the bishop's head with a dark plum blossom sword.

“Damn it!”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

No matter how sudden it was, a clear frontal attack could not work for him. The bishop swung the elongated Cao Gang (爪剛) to lightly block Qingming's attack.

The one who attacked is Qingming, and the one who blocked is the bishop. However, the overwhelming difference in history twisted and crushed the inside of Cheongmyeong who attacked again.

cry!

Blood gushed out of Qingming's mouth again.

It was the moment when the bishop, who had seized the victory, was about to blow his hand away as it was.

Paat.

With the recoil from the lowering of the sword, Cheongmyeong lifted her body slightly backwards. Then he drew a plum blossom by swinging his sword in the air.

Whoa ah ah ah!

In an instant, the bishop's entire field of vision was covered with plum blossoms.

No matter how high the status of the bishop, there was no way to tell which was the real plum with the sword and which was the fantasy in a situation where an attack was sure to pour in at any moment.

Eventually he reflexively leaned back.

Unconsciously, this was the first moment he ran back since entering this battle.

It was the bishop who had the upper hand in the workshop, but it was Qingming who won the momentum. And the superiority of the momentum they snatched up, the disciples of the volcano did not lose sight of it.

Paaaah!

Baekcheon and Jo Geol-i swung their swords towards the ankles of Bishop Jo-geul, who flew as if they were about to hit the ground under the plum blossoms drawn by Cheong-myeong.

Kaga Gak!

The Hancheol sword, wielded with all his might, scraped the bishop's ankle and passed. Immediately, a bright red line appeared, and blood gushed out.

Of course, for a sword loaded with swords, the wound was too small.

But if it had been a while ago, even that small scratch would not have occurred. It wasn't just a simple wound. It was proof that the magic that had been protecting the bishop's whole body had become significantly weaker than before.

“These bastards!”

The bishop shouted and slammed his hands down. The two desperately twisted their bodies to avoid a direct hit, but they could not withstand the shock wave that spread there and bounced off like a kicked ball.

The bishop, who was about to unleash tension at them once again, twisted himself in awe at the sword that suddenly protruded right in front of his face.

Stand up!

Soon, a red line was drawn on his cheek.

and.

“Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

A dazzling gold mine flew in with a great roaring speed.

Aww!

The gold mines that collided with the outstretched bishop's hands exploded and scattered in all directions.

"This..." The

bishop's distorted face was now that of a demon.

Obviously, every single one of them is insignificant. However, these insignificant bastards attack one after another as if they were one body. Without taking care of my life.

Paaaah!

The bishop, who had struck off the rain that flew in front of his face, tried to unleash a furious attack. But then, the blue-edged sword pierced his neck again.

The bishop glared at Cheongmyeong with poisonous eyes.

The center is this guy.

As if he had read the attack ahead of time, he stabs his sword moment by moment, so that others can freely launch an attack.

“You bastard!”

The bishop, unable to contain his anger, ignored Yuiseol's sword that was flying towards him and fired indiscriminately towards Cheongmyeong.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Black tension poured down like a landslide towards Qingming. Yoo Yi-seol's sword, which flew like a beam of light, stabbed him in the neck and shoulder several times, but instead of biting him, the bishop pushed the tension toward the Cheongmyeong even more.

go go go go!

Yui Seol's sword ended up piercing a hole the size of a finger in his neck and shoulder. But the bishop, blinded by anger, did not even look at her.

“Die AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

But at that moment the bishop saw.

Amidst the violently raging tension, the sight of Cheongmyeong smiling as she reveals her teeth.

Paaaaah!

The sword quickly broke the tension.

The decisive work created a gap between the rushing tension of the sword, and the swords swung one after another dug into the gap.

and.

Whoa ah ah ah ah!

A red flower bloomed between the blackish tension.

In an instant, the flowers that bloomed like clouds pushed the pouring tension from side to side and grew in size.

hey hey hey!

The sword, which could not withstand the pressure, bent and made a strange noise, but Cheong-myeong only swung the sword with mad eyes.

The plum blossoms spread out in the dark.

Fear and disillusionment spread in the eyes of the bishop, who had lost his mind at the endless sight.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

The tension, which could not be pushed all the way out, smashed and crushed Cheongmyung's whole body.

A chunk of the skin on the left shoulder was torn off, and the flesh of the thigh that had been beaten exploded and even the bones were neatly broken.

But the more he did it, the more his eyes became alive again. He raised an eyebrow and cried.

"good!"

That moment.

Yoonjong jumped from behind his back and pointed his sword forward.

'Hutton!'

This time, the bishop, who thought it was an obvious masterpiece, reached out to Yoon Jong.

'What?'

But at that moment, a blurry shadow overlapped behind Yoon Jong, who jumped up. The bishop opened his eyes in an unexpected situation.

“Amita Buddha!”

Hyeyeon, who jumped up in harmony, mercilessly threw power towards Yoonjong's back.

And without a single hesitation, Yoon Jong took the flying power with his back.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

With a huge explosion, Yoon Jong's body rushed towards the bishop at a speed that could not be followed by the eye. It spit blood out of its mouth.

The tip of the outstretched sword shone sharply and pierced the bishop's chest.

Quad Duck!

The Hancheol sword pierced through the hard ice.

Damn it! blatantly!

Remnants like a spider's web began to spread on the already cracked ice.

“Aaaaaah!”

The bishop hurriedly struck Yoon Jong.

Yoonjong could not even scream and was thrown off the cliff.

Aaaaaaaaaaah!

“Cool!”

Yoon-jong's body was shocked, and blood gushed out from his mouth and nose. But he smiled with a blood-stained face.

"It's so bad..."

He couldn't finish his words, and he fell to the ground without strength.

“Turn it off…”

The bishop, who grabbed his chest in intense pain, hesitated and backed away.

The ice that covered his chest was gradually turning red. And blood was dripping from his mouth.

“These… these filthy unbelievers…”

Now his face didn’t have the same slack as before.

Woodduck.

Cheong-myeong forcibly fixed the broken leg bone with an internal hole and limped toward the bishop.

“Hey!”

Spitting out blood, he stared at the bishop with cold eyes.

Soon, his lips parted open with a smirk. When the blood-soaked teeth were exposed, the bishop shuddered involuntarily with horror.

said Qingming.

"I thought it would be the other half... but it's embarrassing enough to even call him a bishop."

At those words, the bishop's eyes fluttered for an instant. But for a moment, his eyes burned with rage once again.

“What are you babbling about because you know what?”

At least I haven't had a proper fight since the death of Cheonma."

“I had been locked up in a corner for a hundred years, leading only those who listen well, saying, ‘What if the other side is a bishop?

Qingming shuddered and approached the bishop.

“It’s hard to see if you don’t.”

The calm, yet sarcastic voice of Cheongmyeong penetrated the bishop's ears.

“You…”

Cheong-myeong’s eyes, looking at the bishop, drew a smooth arc.

“Are you abandoned by the school?”

As soon as he heard those words, the bishop's eyes exploded with explosive light:

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh! You!

He must have struck a repulsion. The bishop was spewing mad and using evil as if nothing had ever been seen. Heaven and earth shook.

“I am not forsaken! I have abandoned those apostates who do not believe in the resurrection of the heavenly demon Those ignorant apostates will also be judged by the heavenly devil! Those who do not believe! Those who forsake the faith! All those bastards! All those carts!”

It was a cry of blood.

Just hearing it was enough to make it clear that Isa was not sane.

Finally, tears of blood began to flow from the bishop's eyes

. As long as the heavenly demons return...”

“Well, maybe that’s the case.”

Cheng-myeong answered with an annoyance and grabbed the sword,

"But at least you won't see it with your own eyes. You die here.”

blatantly!

The sound of something breaking echoed in the bishop's chest. Ice shards seemed to fall to the floor, and then red blood smoke began to spit out between the cracked ice.

“Ugh…” An

unbearable moan escaped his mouth.

Everyone was smart enough to know.

Now that the author is collapsing from the inside.

“Bishop!”

“Guard the Bishop! Come on!”

The magicians who were waiting in the back began to rush towards each other, radiating blood from their eyes.

“Stop it!”

“Do not give way to me!”

The samurai of Binggung, who suddenly came to their senses, also rushed to stop the prisoners.

“Cool!”

The bishop's body shook violently. Every time he did, blood poured out of his mouth like a waterfall.

'My body...' I've

been so careful, but I can't stand the excitement of the moment. The light of life was rapidly extinguishing as the wound that had barely been frozen with the ice crystal opened.

“Thousands…… Ma Jaerim Manma blessings.”

one.

“No one can stop his resurrection!”

Even if he died, he would gladly accept death if he could buy time until the heavenly demon was resurrected.

".......no. You can stop it.”

Then, a cold voice came from behind him.

In his reflexively looking back, he saw the figure of Baekcheon approaching limp with his sword as a staff.

I couldn't find a decent figure anywhere. Her ruffled hair was sparse, and her clothes, which had always been neat, were now nothing more than rags.

But.

From the beginning until now, nothing has changed as much as the young concentrate in those two eyes.

Even if he falls over and over again, the author gets up again.

As if……

“ Uhhh…”

The bishop smirked as if he couldn’t help it.

“Volcano.... Yes. Is it a volcano?”

The most important of the doctrines, they have not changed in the slightest even after so many years have passed.

"come."

The bishop drew out his last power.

“I will bless the resurrection of heavenly demons with your blood!”

No more words were needed.

Before the bishop could even finish his words, Hyeyeon blew herself up and ran quickly.

Woo woo woo woo!

With a roar as if thousands of bees were flapping their wings at the same time, his fists stained with gold mines poured over the entire body of the reconciled Bishop with dozens of knives.

“Ahhhh!”

However, no matter how wounded he was, he was not a bishop who would be easily defeated.

The tension of the man wearing his magi immediately subdued Hye-yeon's power as it flew in, and attacked and crushed his whole body.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The pressure was so great that the eardrum was torn and the blood vessels in both eyes burst.

Hyeyeon collapsed on the spot.

Just before the bishop's attack dies Hyeyeon's breath, Yui Seol's sword, which has penetrated like a shadow, aimed at the bishop's side.

Aww!

The bishop grabbed the flying sword in his hand. It was an ugly hand that seemed to break it at once.

But then.

After letting go of the sword, Yuiseol wrapped his arms around the bishop's arm that grabbed the blade again and stretched out. It was as if he would never let go of that one arm.

“This damn thing!”

The bishop swung his opposite hand and slapped Yui Seol in the face. Her neck was bent back as if it were about to break, but the hand holding her arm was still strong.

“Sago oh oh oh oh!”

Dangsoso sent out all the remaining Bido toward the bishop, and at the same time drew his sword and rushed towards the bishop.

Mu-in's determination was young in his eyes shining like a morning star.

It was also an agreement.

A spirit that does not back down even in the face of death.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

A plum blossom was formed at the tip of the sword wielded by Dang Soso. As she watched Bido bounce off her eyes, she swung her sword towards the bishop without any hesitation.

And at that moment, the sword of Baekcheon, which flew from behind, also drew the same plum blossom as her.

The bishop shouted in a convulsive voice and spread his hands.

Now, as they faded, the fading magi burned fiercely again and swirled, engulfing the volcanic disciples who rushed at them.

“Oh oh oh oh oh!”

Baekcheon and Dangsoso were thrown into the ground as they were.

The impact was so strong that the moment he fell to the floor, more than half of his body bounced off.

"Something like this leech!"

The bishop grabbed his arm and slapped Yu Yi-seol's drooping head once more as his whole body was torn apart.

bang!

There was an explosion, and blood spurted from Yui Seol's nose and mouth. Even when the wrist that grabbed the bishop's arm was torn and torn off by the magi, revealing empty bones, she did not know how to release her hand.

When the bishop was about to raise the remaining strength by grinding her teeth to stop her breathing.

Fae ah ah!

A deafening roar rang out. Before long, a plum sword loaded with swords flew toward the bishop's neck, spinning fiercely.

In the wind, the bishop was unable to fly the hand that had been energized at Yu Seol, and struck the flying sword.

Whoops!

The bishop's leg was broken with a terrible sound. When I looked down, I saw a sword that had pierced my knee from behind and protruded forward.

The sword thrown by the jogger with all his remaining strength caught his attention, and the sword that Baek Cheon, who had crawled on the ground, pierced his leg.

I could see Baekcheon's face with a blood-soaked smile on his face.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

The bishop let out a maddened shout and trampled Baekcheon's head over and over again.

Wow! Wow!

A hundred thousand heads dug into the ground.

“You volcanic bastards! die! Die! I'm dying!"

That moment.

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With an eerie noise, the ice that had covered his chest fell to the floor, half falling apart.

The bishop, who stopped moving for a moment, was staring blankly at my chest.

In the place where the ice had fallen, the dark, dead flesh was revealed.

death.

An inevitable death was approaching him.

Something pale came into the bishop's eyes as he stared blankly at his chest. Baekcheon's trembling hand was pointing forward.

Soon, Baek Cheon lifted his blood-stained head laboriously and smiled brightly at the bishop.

"....Hey."

“……”

“Hell… go to hell… get off.”

The bishop hurriedly turned his head towards the place Baekcheon was pointing.

And then,

his world was forcibly taken back a hundred years ago.

plum.

Plum blossoms redder than blood are covering the world. A fantastic plum forest that seems to have brought the scene of spring as it is, and the plum leaves that have bloomed there are blown away by the wind all at once toward the world.

'This... is this?'

Surely someday...?

Someone rose from the plum blossoms. It was a messenger who would take him to hell.

The bishop reflexively stretched out his hand.

The tension in his hand slammed the side of the flying shadow with force. All the bones were crushed, and the whole flesh was torn off. However, the speed of the rushing person did not decrease in the slightest.

and he saw

hundred years ago.

Those cold eyes that were no different from the ones I saw back then.

'Plum Blossom...

'

The sword passed through the bishop's chest.

'...Swordsman' said Qingming

, who had cut the bishop's heart with a single sword, as if roaring as an animal.

“You can’t protect the Heavenly Demon again this time.”

The words pouring into my ears were close to despair. A waterfall of blood gushed out of his chest.

The body of the bishop, who never seemed to fall, finally stumbled and collapsed.

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