欧美亚洲自拍另类丝袜

der normal circumstances, Jo-Gol would have quickly caught the flying Yoon Jong, but he didn’t even look his way this time. No, it’s as if there was no room for Yoon Jong in those eyes full of venom.

“Euuuuaaaaaaa!”

Jo-Gol yelled as he lunged straight at Chung Myung.

A storm-like sword aura erupted like a wildfire. A sword that is as swift and poisonous as ever. Although it is said that it was made with a wooden sword and not a real sword, it was not a sword suitable against one’s Sahyung.

Paaaaaat!

Yet, rather than stopping Jo-Gol, others were aiding him.

Yoo Iseol flew like a lightning bolt and landed behind Chung Myung. Jo-Gol in the front and Yoo Iseol in the back.

Ferocious sword energy flew in simultaneously, but there was not a hint of change in Chung Myung’s expression.

Jo-Gol’s storm-like sword energy headed straight for Chung Myung.

However, even before it turned into plum blossoms, the sword of Chung Myung penetrated through the sword energy.

Kagang! Kagagang!

The sword, which was pushed in in an instant, was momentarily twisted and cut through the sword energy.

Ttaaaak!

Then he stabbed Jo-Gol’s elbow as he swung the sword.

As the dazzlingly scattered sword energy vanished, Jo-Gol’s face turned white.

Paaaat!

Another brilliant sword strike.

“Keuk!”

The reason Jo-Gol could barely block the flying sword was solely because his sword was among the fastest in Mount Hua.

However,

Ttak.

The moment the swords clashed, Jo-Gol sensed something was wrong. The sword flying at his neck had no force behind it. Upon impact, it bounced back like a chopstick hitting a stick.

Instead, Chung Myung’s fist, which held the sword, was flying in a straight line towards Jo-Gol’s jaw.

Struck squarely on the chin, Jo-Gol couldn’t even scream and collapsed.

Yoo Iseol, who was flying for Chung Myung’s back, clenched her teeth.

She thought her timing was perfect, but Jo-Gol had collapsed even before she could thrust her sword. Yoo Iseol accelerated his attack and quickly rushed forward, stabbing his sword into Chung Myung’s back without any hesitation.

A sword filled with dreadful energy flew mercilessly.

It was just then.

Dopssok.

Chung Myung grabbed Jo-Gol by the collar and kicked up his legs. At that moment, the positions of the two were reversed and Jo-Gol’s body appeared right in front of Yoo Iseol’s sword.

“Uh!”

Startled, Yoo Iseol hastily twisted her sword.

As if to show how perplexed she was, a low sound came out of her mouth, which usually didn’t even groan.

Swaeek!

Her hastily pulled-back sword grazed Jo-Gol’s side. If it was even a little late, even a wooden sword would have left a wind hole in his body.

But there was no time to be relieved.

Kwang!

Jo-Gol’s body collapsed onto Yoo Iseol with a loud sound. Yoo Iseol’s eyes shook momentarily. To avoid Jo-Gol who has lost consciousness would risk his injury, but to catch him would expose her to whatever Chung Myung might do next.

But the dilemma was short-lived.

Paaat!

It’s because Chung Myung, who rushed forward before Jo-Gol’s body could reach closer, kicked her squarely in the solar plexus.

Yoo Iseol’s body flew like a windmill caught in a typhoon.

“This… Damn it!”

The one who rushed in cursing was none other than Hye Yeon. Hye Yeon, who had his eyes bloodshot, narrowed the distance in an instant and swung his fist like a demon.

Shaolin’s Arhat Fist. (???(羅漢拳))

Arhat Fist, which is more faithful to the basics than any others and can be said as the center of all Fist Technique, flew toward Chung Myung’s head with killing intent infused.

Chung Myung cast a cold gaze and stretched out his wooden sword then stepped back.

Then.

Paaaaat!

For a moment, it seemed like the sword split into dozens, and countless sword energies showered down on Hye Yeon. It only took a split second for the spirit to increase from dozens to countless.

Hye Yeon opened his eyes wide.

Arhat Fist is a martial arts discipline that contains the principles of Heaviness (?(重)). The greater the weight, the more difficult it is to change. Amidst this, a plethora of sword energies suddenly attack, causing disorientation.

If it had been the Guan Yin Hand (???(觀音手)) technique, it could have been easily handled, but there was no time to convert the energy of Arhat Fist in the body to Guan Yin Hand.

“Keuk!”

Hye Yeon grits his teeth and swings his fist.

‘I’ll block it…’

Ttaak! Ttaak! Ttaak! Ttaak!

In that moment, the flying sword energies repeatedly struck his outstretched wrist.

Hye Yeon’s face was horribly distorted.

It’s not because of the pain. He knew that if the sword that struck him wasn’t a wooden sword but a real one, his wrist would be shattered by now.

“Arghhhhh!”

Hye Yeon retracted his fist and stepped forward. His body was instantaneously covered with a golden Buddha’s Light (??(佛光)).

However,

Ppaaaaak!

Blood gushed from Hye Yeon’s mouth.

Before he knew it, Chung Myung’s sword was pressing down on his Dantian. Hye Yeon thought Chung Myung’s emotionless eyes seemed to criticize him coldly.

“Cough.”

Just as Hye Yeon was about to kneel on one knee, Chung Myung’s spinning kick slammed into his jaw.

Hye Yeon, who flew like an arrow, flew over the training field and slammed into a wall.

Tok.

Chung Myung, lowering his foot, frowned and opened his mouth.

“Now….”

“Not yet!”

Chung Myung turned his head at the voice.

Baek Cheon was stumbling towards him, blood dripping from his mouth.

“Not… yet. No.”

His hand holding the wooden sword was trembling.

Even a novice wielding a real sword wouldn’t shake like that. His swollen face, flowing blood, and trembling body clearly showed that Baek Cheon had exceeded his limits.

But Chung Myung didn’t show the slightest bit of mercy.

Paaaat!

Chung Myung turned into a flash and charged toward Baek Cheon.

At the same time, Baek Cheon’s eyes filled with cold blue energy.

“Euuuaaaaaat!”

His sword spewed out red plum blossoms. A plum blossom so vivid that it’s surprising where on earth this energy still remains in his body.

But what Baek Cheon saw next was very different from what he expected.

Chung Myung, who flew in a straight line, instead of swinging his sword, stretched out the left arm that was not holding a sword.

His blood-stained left hand seemed to draw vivid plum blossoms in the air, only to swipe Baek Cheon’s drawn plum blossoms upward in an instant.

“Keuk!”

Baek Cheon instinctively stabbed his sword towards the exposed neck of Chung Myung. However, Chung Myung watched the scene intently, and the moment the sword almost touched his neck, he lightly turned his head.

Dopssok.

Then he snatched Baek Cheon’s wrist and twisted it over.

“Keugeuk!”

Baek Cheon’s body was twisted as his wrists were completely turned.

Chung Myung’s emotionless eyes stared at Baek Cheon, who clenched his teeth. Baek Cheon’s distorted eyes were still full of will to fight.

Then.

Kwang!

Soon after, the fist of Chung Myung landed on Baek Cheon’s face.

One more time.

Again.

As Baek Cheon’s body crumpled like a rotten straw, Chung Myung kicked him in the chest.

Baek Cheon, who flew as helplessly as his corpse, fell to the ground. But none of them in the training field went to take care of such Baek Cheon.

“What are you doing, you bastards!”

As soon as Chung Myung shouted, those who aimed their swords at the back rushed toward Chung Myung with their teeth clenched.

“Euaaaaa!”

“Die, you son of a beast!”

Chung Myung’s eyes glinted coldly. He bared his teeth and charged into the crowd, swinging his sword.

Kwaaang!

Three people were sent flying, spewing blood.

Chung Myung, who twisted his neck to avoid the sword that was flying at his head, reached out and grabbed his Sahyung’s neck.

“Cough!”

He lifted it up and lunged forward, repeatedly stabbing the captured man in the stomach with the wooden sword. The man who had been stabbed multiple times rolled his eyes back.

Round and round.

Chung Myung turned his body around and threw the man he was holding at his Sahyung who were chasing him.

As soon as those who were rushing in flew left and right, his sword drew a series of red plum blossoms in the air.

The result didn’t need to be mentioned.

“Uaaaaaaaaah!”

Kwak Hee, who had been lying in wait, seized the moment and charged at Chung Myung. As he was about to use the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique, Chung Myung’s wooden sword blocked his shoulder.

Kwadeuk!

“Kkeuk….”

Kwak Hee’s eyes were bloodshot.

But Chung Myung distorted his face as if he didn’t care about Kwak Hee’s pain.

Kwang!

Then he stomped on Kwak Hee’s foot to pin him down. Chung Myung’s shoulder then struck Kwak Hee’s chest.

Unable to escape due to his pinned foot, Kwak Hee collapsed on the spot. Chung Myung’s harsh words rang in his fading consciousness.

“If you could win by just being motivated, who would need effort, you idiot!”

Thud.

Chung Myung looked down at the fallen Kwak Hee and lifted his head.

“….”

Those facing him trembled, unable to charge recklessly.

Who doesn’t know that Chung Myung is strong?

However, there was an immeasurable gap between feeling that strength as an ally and feeling it as an enemy.

When their eyes met, a tingling sensation ran through their legs, and their hearts grew cold as if they had fallen into icy waters.

“Next.”

The curt voice flowed from Chung Myung’s mouth.

Although they are Mount Hua’s disciples who have always been overflowing with spirit, no one can easily rush towards Chung Myung. They were like a pack of wild dogs circling a tiger, growling but hesitant.

Chung Myung, who looked at the scene with dark eyes, twisted the corners of his mouth. And just as he was about to shout.

Grrrt grrrt.

The sound of someone dragging their feet caught Chung Myung’s attention.

Chung Myung’s eyes clearly caught the sight of Jo-Gol walking with difficulty, holding his wooden sword as a cane.

Jo-Gol grinned as soon as their eyes met. The corners of Chung Myung’s mouth rolled up slightly when he saw the blood-soaked tooth.

“You still have a long way off, you son of a beast.”

Yoo Iseol, who was lying down, also leaps up. Her eyes fixed on Chung Myung as she stared around blankly to see if the situation was clear for a moment.

Hwaaak!

Soon there was a breathtaking momentum emanating from his body for an instant.

Jo-Gol and Tang Soso, Yoon Jong, and Kwak Hee, who had somehow stood up also walked with their teeth clenched and surrounded Chung Myung.

And then.

Kung!

Baek Cheon, whose face was swollen and bloodied, also rose, slashing down his sword.

Baek Cheon’s gaze went upward. The sun was high in the sky.

‘There’s still a long way to go before the sun sets.’

That meant they could go through this ordeal at least a dozen more times.

“Hu….”

Baek Cheon, gripping his wooden sword till it almost broke, lifted his foot toward Chung Myung with a sinister laugh.

If once won’t do, then ten times. If ten times won’t do, then a hundred times.

If they fought a thousand times, ten thousand times, eventually he’d get the moment he wanted.

“Kill him!”

Mount Hua’s students, who were faltering with Baek Cheon’s shout, rushed toward Chung Myung with all their evil.

“Heeuuuaaaaaaaa!”

“Dieeeee!”

Chung Myung’s eyes sank as he watched Mount Hua’s disciples rush towards him.

“Little brats….”

Chung Myung’s eyes turned icy as he gripped his wooden sword. He slowly lowered his body.

Moments later, his body transformed into a streak of light, rushing toward Baek Cheon.