Return of the Blossoming Blade Chapter 1584

Episode 1584. Then who are you? (4)

Paaaaat!

Paaaat!

People’s heads explode one after another.

Those flowing blue flames were more dangerous than they could be seen and more lethal than they could be felt.

As if it were alive, it fluttered in a direction beyond the expected range, cutting through everything it passed by and crushing all bodies within its range.

Cheongyeomsalgang. Jang Il-so’s German martial arts skills.

As Jang Il-so, who had fought countless battles, had fought countless battles, his martial arts skills showed their true value when he was surrounded by enemies in the middle of the battlefield.

Kaaaaang!

The overflowing flames deflected the flying sword. At the same time, it swirled and dug into the opponent’s chest. As ruthless as the claws of an evil dragon.

Quad deuk!

A person whose entire chest has been torn out falls forward. The merciless flame even crushed the back of the head of the person who fell like that.

Push!

The flames tremble and spread as if trembling with pleasure.

“Jang Ilsoooooo!”

A lightning-like sword was extended towards Jang Il-so’s face.

However, even after seeing the sword, Jang Il-so calmly lowered his head and took a step forward.

Quack!

A large hand grabbed the face of the person who had thrown the sword.

Quaaaaaaaaa!

Next, an enormous grip force is applied. In pain as his face was crushed, the joint swordsman buckled and held on to Jang Il-so’s wrist.

“Kwa…. Kwaa….”

“Remember.”

Push!

Jang Il-so, who spoke kindly, completely crushed his face.

“To someone stronger than me.”

Faaah!

Jang Il-so’s sleeves fluttered loudly. The head of the person who was running towards him was cut off at the end of the sleeve.

Fuuuut!

The scattered blood created a thick blood fog around Jang Il-so. It was a scene so cruel that it was hard to believe it was of this world.

“I’m not attacking you head on.”

In that red and thick fog, Jang Il-so smiled.

Faaah!

He hit the ground and fell right in the middle of those who were aiming for his head. The long gun flapped loudly like the wings of a red butterfly.

Quack!

His fist stretched out like a thunderbolt and immediately pierced the chest of Pan Ga-in, who was wielding the sword. Jang Il-so whispered into the ear of Panga-in, who fell with a blood-soaked fist sticking out of his back but not yet dead.

“That… did it hurt?”

Paaaaat!

Jang Il-so may be quite a merciful person. His arm swung upward, splitting the body of the pierced Panga-in in two at once, completely stopping him from breathing.

Hot blood sprays into the air again.

Love it!

However, the crazy swords targeting him did not lose their momentum even though he was dying right before their eyes.

Rather, the five swords, loaded with all their internal power, flew in at the same time as if they were about to tear Jang Il-so into pieces at any moment.

Kagang! Kaga River!

The flying knives bounced off Jang Il-so’s wrist, hitting the jewelry he was wearing. The wrist, full of strong muscles, was twice as thick as my arm and easily blocked the large sword.

“Die!”

However, neither the chiefs of the Paeng family nor the common swordsmen retreated. The person in front of me, Jang Il-so, shines too dazzlingly for me to step back. Like a ripe fruit that is ripe and ready to fall at any moment.

Like madmen who had lost their reason, dozens of warriors rushed towards Jang Il-so, screaming.

The corner of Jang Il-so’s mouth twisted cruelly.

“It’s not enough.”

Paaaaaa!

At that moment, dozens of flashes of electricity shoot out from his fingertips.

“Oops!”

“Kwaaaaaak!”

The shock of something rushing through the body. The person whose head was pierced died on the spot, and the person whose body was pierced let out a terrible scream in unbearable pain.

Something inside my body spins violently, twisting and tearing everything inside.

Kagang!

Finally, the things that broke through the body bounced off the rocks on the ground and rose up. Everyone was momentarily mesmerized as they looked at the sparkling rings wrapped around blood and flesh.

“That’s about it!”

Hehehe!

Jang Il-so shouted loudly and waved his hands wildly sideways.

At the end of the long fingernails, a nail like the claws of a young devil appeared and instantly split the bodies of those who were struggling in pain.

Flesh scatters and red blood pours out. Jang Il-so, whose body was covered in obvious signs of slaughter and death, burst into laughter as if he could not bear it.

“Hahaha! Hahahahahahaha! They look like slaughtered pigs! Ahahahahahahahaha! more! Come and see more! hurry!”

A strange martial art that no one could have imagined.

The cruelty of never leaving the other person alive.

A series of outbursts of ridicule and ridicule.

Add to that the uniform, and everything about Jang Il-so did not allow anyone to take their eyes off him. There were only two choices a person could make once they caught his eye.

Either die with his madness in your eyes, or kill Jang Il-so with your own hands and cut off the madness that keeps spreading like fire.

The Dao of Pangain, infected by Jang Il-so’s madness, falls towards Jang Il-so. No, maybe what was actually in his eyes was fear.

The fear that a person who has no choice but to move forward and never run away feels when he or she encounters a cliff with no end in sight. That gloom.

“Hwaaaah!”

Pan Ga-in threw his sword in a fit of rage.

Kaang! Suddenly!

But an unexpected result emerged.

His Tao escaped Jang Il-so’s accessories and got stuck in his arm.

Of course, at best it is just a wound on the skin. However, it is true that his way inflicted deep, visible wounds on Jang Il-so’s body and caused him to bleed red.

“iced coffee?”

Cheaeng!

The sword that was stuck in my arm was soon broken into pieces with a sharp metallic sound. The broken sword blade remained stuck in the man’s neck.

It is a death that is not much different from the others who died under Jang Il-so’s hands, but at the same time, it is a death that is clearly different.

That blow was clearly visible to everyone here.

At least if you have the surname Paeng, you will remember the name of the person who inflicted the serious wound on Jang Il-so’s body. This is honor!

A fire rises again in the hearts of those who were slowly falling into gloomy despair.

“Ooooooooo!”

Those who had the courage… or rather, the desire, rolled their eyes and rushed at Jang Il-so.

Sword and sword and more sword. One way, another way!

Among those countless blades, the only thing left was malice. The thick and deep malice that was shouted so far away from the political faction.

“okay.”

Jang Il-so looks at the products of malice flying towards me with a twisted face. With a face that is both infinitely happy and infinitely disgusted.

“It’s like this.”

Quang!

As he stepped forward, the accessories that had been thrown away came back all at once. Cutting through the bodies of those who tried to attack him like a sheet of paper.

“Kaaaaaaaaaa!”

A hole the size of a fist appears in the body. Terrible screams broke out. Blood exploded like a firecracker and splashed onto Jang Il-so’s white face.

“Aaaahhh!”

Although they trembled in pain, some people full of venom did not know how to give up. The flying sword made a long cut across Jang Il-so’s cheek, and the large sword ripped off a handful of his shoulder flesh.

However, Jang Il-so did not show any change in his expression, as if he did not even feel the pain. He just smiles with a face full of madness.

Even those who try to run and fall down, and those who sit down in pain and are swept away without even knowing what they are doing.

All of them are intertwined like a piece of meat and rush towards Jang Il-so.

“Hahaha!”

Jang Il-so burst into laughter.

This is the proud political faction that criticized and ridiculed Jang Il-so so much. Proud nobles who sat high up high and laughed at the struggling world.

chin!

Jang Il-so’s hand grabbed the enemy’s distorted face.

Why don’t you know?

The reason they were able to look down on everyone so proudly was simply because they already had what everyone wanted.

If they also crave something, they are no different from the filthy scum of the world.

Paaaaaa!

A fiercely sharp force surges from the end of the horizontally drawn sleeves of Jang Il-so. The sleeve that cut the world straight across the world to be fair cut those who surrounded him in half.

Meanwhile, Jang Il-so was watching closely.

Eyes that were filled with hatred turned into emptiness in an instant. The eyes of those who grow cold, unable to finally admit that they are destined to struggle and die here.

Original reading: futility, fear, sadness. Different emotions abound in each.

But in a corner of all those eyes, there was still a desire that could not be abandoned.

This is something that Jang Il-so has seen countless times and will continue to see. Perhaps what he sees will not change as long as he lives.

Feet wearing red silk shoes slowly stepped on the space left empty by the collapse of many people. The foot naturally stepped on the cold, hardened cheek of the person.

It was just a step toward moving forward.

It’s just that others can read it from that one step. The cruelty of treating the dead as mere pieces of meat, the cold mentality of losing interest in things that have already cooled down, and even the composure of a predator.

“Why are you doing that?”

Jang Il-so slowly raised his hand.

The blood flowing from his wounds mixed with the blood of others.

When I stroked my cheek with my finger, red marks spread out like a blur.

Looking at those who had stopped, Jang Il-so smiled like a ghost. And whispered.

“I am here. Hurry up and kill me to get it. “Whatever you want.”

That moment.

Love love!

A dozen black shadows rose above the people who were all tangled together. At that moment, Jang Il-so’s eyes lit up. Gyeongshin itself is different. These are not the idiots he has dealt with so far.

“Paguuuuun!”

Red-colored pottery and blue sword energy rushed towards Jang Il-so.

Instead of confronting him, Jang Il-so quickly ducked back.

Kwak-ga-ga-ga-gak! Kwagak!

The pouring energy roughly scratched the ground that Jang Il-so had stepped on, and only the fallen bodies were cruelly swept away.

“under?”

Jang Il-so’s eyes suddenly radiated brilliance.

Paaaaaa!

His recovered rings once again flew through the air as if they were tearing apart.

Kaang! Kaaaang! Kaang!

But this time, the opponent was not easy. The elites of the Gong and Paeng families, who had already confirmed the number of Jang Il-so, struck out the rings as if they had expected it.

However, the communal elders who used swords were pushed away in the aftermath. There was nothing I could do about it since the sword was light compared to the sword.

Thanks to this, the elites of the Panga who caught the player rushed at Jang Il-so like tigers.

The very moment when Jang Il-so’s eyes emit bright blue life!

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Suddenly, Jang Il-so’s body was thrown backwards.

“omg!”

“What what?”

The elites of the Pan family who were rushing in were embarrassed and stopped in place.

What appeared after the sudden shock was golden power.

The flying speed was so fast that it seemed as if Jang Il-so had been thrown away alone, a display of Shaolin’s unique fiery power.

“Ah-mi-ta-bul-!”

A majestic fire that shook the earth and sky erupted.

Soon, a person slowly got down where Jang Il-so was standing.

“Bar owner!”

“Bangjang!”

Those who were scared and retreated, as well as those who were looking for an opportunity, stared at the court in astonishment.

However, the court did not even look at them and only focused on Jang Il-so, who had left. The eyes were heavy and dark.

“Stop your hands, the defeated army.”

It was a very awkward sight.

Bodies and weapons are intertwined, and a dead body is lying on the red-soaked ground. It really doesn’t suit me at all.

“Ha…”

Soon, a dejected voice came out of Jang Il-so’s mouth.

He slowly got up, pulled one leg up, and sat down. He slowly opened his mouth as he looked at the court in front of him.

“This…”

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

“I guess your face has been hurt?”

Life flashed in Jang Il-so’s eyes.

Shaolin’s court.

Jang Il-so, the ark of all people.

It was the moment when two people collided on the blood-stained ground.