Chapter - 393 Episode 393. You won't die beautifully. (3)

"Wungum!"

Hyun Jong shouted and tried to blow himself away.

But the fierce Yado's province wouldn't allow his feet to fall.

Whoosh!

The province that flew for the neck hit Hyun Jong's sword, which shook a lot. He lost his composure and failed to completely block the wielded sword. Hyun Jong's sword, which bounced back, cut its owner's neck shallow and long.

"…."

"You have to be calm, Jang Moon-in."

Yado twisted the corners of his mouth.

"Wasn't composure your organ?"

"……."

"It's a shame. You can't keep the word that no one dies until you die."

There was blood in Hyun Jong's eyes.

His whole body seemed to be bleeding backwards, but on the other hand, he knew.

If you go to help the ungum now, you will only be attacked on the back. And if Ungum and he collapse at the same time, it will take less than a few minutes for everyone here to die.

Blood began to flow from Hyun Jong's eyes, where all the veins burst out of anger.

I started to feel dizzy from bleeding all over my body.

Only soaring aging and anger supported him.

"Come, evil enemy. I'll kill you and make him pay for it."

"Oh, my God."

Yado laughed so loudly that it was unnatural.

"It's been a little fun so far……."

And I was reminded to live with a straight face as if I had laughed.

"It's going to be boring now. I'll finish it as soon as I wish."

His province was fraught with even greater momentum and blue pottery.

Wood-deuk.

Hyun Sang broke his left wrist with a terrible sound.

Do Kyulso didn't miss a short time when Hyun Sang was exposed for a moment due to Ungum's injury. It was the price he had to pay for blocking the scene with his hands.

It wasn't just a broken wrist.

Poison.

The injured wrist swelled up in an instant and began to turn black.

Hyun Sang, who blocked the flow of chi by pushing his history into a hurry, clenched his teeth and swung the sword again.

Whoosh!

Rough and livable demeanor fell on Do Kyulso.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

But his sword still hasn't breached Do Kyulso's defense. At best, leaving a small scratch on the forearm was all.

"You look in a hurry. Hehe."

There was blood in Hyun Sang's eyes.

Ungum.

Ungum was his favorite disciple.

Hyun Jong loved Unam, but Hyun Sang, a prosecutor, cared the most about ungum no matter what anyone said.

It was simply gratifying to watch. Ungum did not neglect his training for a single day, nor did he deviate from his duty as a prosecutor for a single moment.

A man who will one day succeed him as a footless.

He was the crybaby.

At this moment, however, Woosu, who can say everything about Ungum, has been cut off.

The hand that needs to hold the sword.

The arm that needs to teach his disciples.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Hyun Sang, who gave out a roaring voice, pushed Do Kyulso with an uncharacteristically harsh attitude.

"I'm going to kill you, you bastards!"

"Ha ha ha ha! That's what I'm saying!"

Do Kyulso smiled leisurely and won Hyun Sang's sword.

Ungum.

Tears flowed from Hyun Sang's eyes that heun Sang's eyes.

Ungum, you punk.

"What is it?"

My mind was blurry.

I couldn't see or feel it properly as if there was a foggy fog in the world.

I mean, I'm...….'

What happened?

It felt like it was going on endlessly in search of something ambiguous.then

"…Sukjo! Wake up……."

There was a voice coming from somewhere.

What are you talking about?

I can't hear you.

It felt like something was humming, but I couldn't understand it clearly.

"Living bird!"

The eyes of the ungum, which had been slowly closing, opened slowly again.

'Ah...'

I did indeed.

I was fighting.

Ungum's body, which was trying to touch the ground with his familiar right arm, collapsed and was trapped.

His faint gaze groped to the right.

to have none

Of course, where the arm was supposed to be, there was nothing.

Only then did Ungum, who fully understood his situation, chewed on his lips.

Did I bleed too much?'

If you don't stop the bleeding properly, you'll die like this.

Ungum, which stretched out his left hand and struggled to press the right arm's bloodline, stumbled and rose from his seat.

"Whoa?"

The defector giggled as if he was having fun watching it.

"It wouldn't be strange to die like that, but he's definitely a man of grit."

Despite his blatant sarcastic remarks, the Ungum did not see him.

No, actually, the word didn't even touch the ear of the ungum.

As he looked around with a blank face, he soon stumbled and began walking toward one place.

"Are you looking for a graveyard?"

The defector grinned and lifted the dagger to hit the last wedge. But soon he paused and opened his eyes wide.

"…Huh?"

Dragging.

The ungum, who walked with his immobile legs, slowly lowered his posture.

A severed arm.

Ungum's arrival was where his right arm was.

"That's not gonna put it back on……."

The exile window, which was about to say something, shut up.

It wasn't the arm where the fingertips of the ungum were directed.

The sword that's holding his arm that fell off. I pulled the sword with my left hand and tried to lift it.

Squeeze.

Ungum, who grabbed the upper part of the handle, reached out and trampled on the severed arm.

He stepped on the sword as if he would never let go of it even though it had fallen off his body, but he only lifted himself up after he had pulled it out.

"……."

Even the world's most desecrated singers were speechless at the sight.

He has been through numerous battles.

Among them, where are one or two people whose limbs fell off?

However, he has never seen anyone pick up a sword that is not his severed body.

"…is he crazy?"

And that's not the end.

A face that's blue because it's bleeding too much blood.

Shoulders cramping from the pain of the arm being torn apart.

And even the legs that are dragged through the monochrome.

There is nothing strange about collapsing and dying right away.

However, the ungum held a sword with its left hand, which was not familiar with the condition, and blocked the front of the defection dagger.

"…Continues…………………………………………I belong."

"……."

"Why?"

His face was expressionless when he saw the defection spear.

"I'm…… I'm still alive."

"……."

"Before I die."

As if he had been weak, the stem and blue flesh flowed from the eyes of the ungum.

"…I can't put a finger on my disciples."

Then, the defector also distorted his face as if his spirit were soaring.

"Hey, you!"

His face turned red when he realized that he had been pushed back by spirit even for a moment.

What a disgusting fellow he is?'

In the meantime, I've seen a lot of people talking about it.

However, no matter how smooth he was, he tried to protect his life when he was about to die. Asylum Danchang called it the hypocrisy of the political faction.What's the point of the consultation that I have to protect my life?

It was cheap self-comfort, just a penny thrown by a rich man who had rice left in a warehouse to a beggar.

but

This guy was different from those guys.

"If I had pretended to be dead, I would have been able to live."

The defector grabbed the dagger with a seizure.

"How dare you block my face like that?"

Paaaaaaaaaah!

A single spear shot like an island war penetrated the belly of the ungum. The funeral prosecutor could not respond at all to the attack.

Puff.

Even the defection bandana frowned upon as the bandana, which was thrown as a check, penetrated the ship.

'What is this...'

Isn't it practically a dead body?

When the dagger was pulled out and recovered, blood flowed out of the perforated body. The bleeding was already so severe that even the blood spouting was weak.

"I lost my chance to die beautifully...…."

He closed his mouth with a look of boredom.

The ungum with a hole in its belly slowly lifted the sword that was held with its left hand and was taking a stand.

The weight of the lower body has already collapsed.

The end of the sword shook throughout.

His eyes were half closed, out of focus, and his posture was not straight.

But what the hell is this ridiculous spirit?

There is a sense of pressure as if a tax-saving inspection were taking a cardinal formula. Even though I know it's absolutely impossible.

"You son of a b*tc*...…."

Every time he was crushed by his opponent's spirit, the defector suffered a blow to his pride.

Scared of an enemy who can knock down even a child. Isn't that something that can never happen?

"Let's see!"

Whoosh.

A single spear stabbed the ungum in the chest. Danchang, who returned after barely poking a finger, stabbed Ungum in the chest again.

"How long you're gonna last!"

Puff.

Five holes were drilled in the chest in an instant.

"The moment you fall, all your disciples die. Let's see how many times you're gonna make it!"

The movement of the defector's javelin looked like seizure.

To the point where the ungum will never die, but to make the pain vivid.

In an instant, a cloud sword with dozens of holes in its chest stumbled. However, the stuttering legs somehow supported the body.

"This……."

The defection dagger gnashed his teeth and deeply embedded the dagger in Ungum's leg.

Crash!

Ungum's body fell to the floor as it was, as if he could not stand even though his legs were pierced again.

"A spirit? A will?"

The Asylum Squad is laughing.

"You're talking shit. What good is it if you're not good at it. After all, I just took some time off. Stop dying now. I'll send your disciples to your side without leaving any."

Holding up a single spear with one hand, he aimed down the neck of the groaning ungum.

Hawasan's disciples screamed.

"Aaah! Get out of the way, you son of a b*tc*! I'll kill you!"

"Sasook! Sasook!"

"Get out of the way! Argh! Argh! d*mn it!"

But the men of the Asylum Squad held Hawasan's disciples and launched a fierce attack. His disciples were already on the defensive to the point of overshadowing the offensive.

My insides burned and tears of blood flowed, but I couldn't get through them.

"Gwanjuniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

With someone's desperate shout, a fishy smile was young at the mouth of the defector's spear.

"Dead, you moron."

His bandana penetrated the neck of the unsealed sword.

No, I tried to get through it.

at that very moment(sighs) (sighs) (sighs)(sighs)

With a tremendous roar ripping out the ears, something flew at a formidable speed toward the Asylum Dagger.

"What?"

At the height of the great spirit, the deserters turned their heads with their eyes wide open.

A sword.

A sword of immense speed was flying toward him.

Intuitively aware of the danger of splitting his body in half, he changed the trajectory of Danchang, who was trying to put it in Ungum's neck, and blocked the front.

One!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

The flying sword gnawed at the dagger.

What the hell is this?…!'

Crying!

The top of the dagger, which was finally cut off, was bounced off. The sword, which never stopped, tore the heart of the defector.

"……."

Whoosh!

Blood fountains shoot out.

The defector looked blankly down at his chest, which was almost cracked to reveal his bones, and staggered back.

"What is it?"

What about this ridiculous sword?

His trembling eyes turned to the side where the sword flew in.

And he looked.

The shortest way up to Hwasan.

A man who rose from a cliff, which is not even a road, descends to the floor.

Chin

The moment the man showed up, the fiery battlefield began to cool down.

The man looked up and looked around quietly.

Death penalty on the floor.

A long writer who is barely able to fall down after coloring his whole body with blood.

An elder whose body is half blackened with poison.

And…….

"……."

A knifed sword on the floor and his severed right arm.

Dang-Soso cried as he saw the man hardened like a statue.

"Oh, my god!"

With the voice mixed with tears, Chung-Myung looked up and looked at the Asylum Danchang.

Flinch.

At that moment, the defection javelin flinched.

What, what, he's...…?'

Something was different.

It is not a matter of being strong and weak. As expected, he lived in the battlefield. I could recognize how familiar the enemy was with death and murder by looking at it.

So I couldn't move.

This is because he understood with his body, not his head, how terrible hell he had to go through until he had such a cold look that he couldn't feel.

I couldn't even feel alive.

Does an extremely angry man rather chill?

Chung-Myung opened his mouth slowly, looking at the defection band and the crowd of people.

"All of you……"."

As if pressing down on something rising, he shut his mouth for a moment and continued quietly.

"…...you won't die a fine death."

It was not long before Chung-Myung, who hung his sword, began to walk toward the defection spear with a ghostly spirit.