Starting to sell BUFF from Demon Slayer: Blade

Chapter 71 071. Attack Speed ​​Explosion!
what happened! ?

At that moment, Yiwozuo's brain didn't understand what happened, but at the moment when the torn head fell, what was reflected in his eyes was the body torn into pieces by the sudden burst of knife light!

And the sun wheel knife in Purgatory Xingshoulang's hand is like a gust of wind wrapped in flames at this time, cutting on Yiwozuo's body at a speed that can only be seen as a phantom, and the gust of wind almost crushes it Overcome all obstacles in front of him!
It's hard to understand, this is definitely not the power that Purgatory Xingshourou can use.

The scene in front of him was too appalling, the Purgatory Xing Shoulang who was suppressed a second ago, at this moment, it was as if the small universe had exploded, cutting Yiwozuo's body into pieces with thirteen knives in one second.

"how is this possible!"

Yiwozuo knew very well that in the current state of Purgatory Xingshoulang, there was no way to use such a speed, and it was impossible to cut him off so easily.

In ten seconds, Purgatory Kyojuro, who had swung a total of 130 knives, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly lowered the pair of arms that were originally pushed straight.

A faint pain flashed across the expressionless face, and the next moment, from the junction of the arms and shoulders, pink cracks gradually spread, and then the dark red blood mist erupted from these cracks, and the blood mist The shape lingers around Purgatory Xingjulang.

And although he was holding the handle of the knife vigorously, not only the blood was drawn out along with the crack, but also his strength.

Dang!

The sun wheel knife hit the ground, making a crisp sound, and Purgatory Xingshourou himself also fell to his knees on the ground. Although his lips were tightened, the blood overflowing from his mouth still showed that the current situation was not good.

Although Yiwozuo has been cut into a pool of minced meat, the remaining half of the eyeball still has pupils, which can capture the scene in front of him. Purgatory Xingshoulang is shaking uncontrollably, like sifting chaff.

Only Purgatory Xingshoulang himself understands that just now, he stuffed the BUFF in his pocket that Su Wei called "you can only use once" into his body, and this buff called [Ten Times Attack Speed] BUFF, obviously exceeded the limit he can bear now.

This BUFF is different from [Double Attack] and other BUFFs. It allows the user's physical body to break through the limit and reach a height that has never been reached before, and this kind of attack speed achieved by strengthening the body will naturally require the user to body, up to standard.

At present, the only one in this world who can withstand the reaction force of [ten times attack speed] is Oniwu Tsuji. Others, even Yiwoza, who has a strong regenerative ability like Yiwoza, will be short-lived due to the negative effect of this force. Incapacitated to fight.

This kind of wound is difficult to regenerate, because it is a rupture caused by squeezing the limit of the body, even with Yiwozuo's rapid regeneration ability, there is no way to clear the critical value that the body itself has reached.

Even if it is [Recovery], it can only restore the wounds of the current body at one time. It has no way to deal with the injuries that appear continuously because the body is about to collapse, unless it uses those more precious BUFFs.

And now, Purgatory Xing Shoulang, in order to successfully delay Yiwozuo's escape, chose to use this trump card, because he has no other choice.

But he also understands that the current Yiwozuo no longer has the weakness in his neck, except for the sun, he has no way to kill Yiwozuo.

But the same is true for Yiwozuo. Although he has a strong ability to regenerate as a ghost, when he was cut into pieces, he also realized his limit, that is, he wants to recover to the ability to fight To a certain extent, it will take a long time.

"Cough cough!"

Just as the battlefield gradually calmed down, suddenly there was a violent coughing sound from the quiet corner of the dust.

Yiwoza, who had already regenerated his head and neck, followed the sound and saw that it was Purgatory Kyojuro standing up slowly from the ground, with one arm resting on his knee and the other pressed to the ground, The outstretched five fingers tightly clasped the handle of the knife, grasping it together with the sawdust in the palm of the hand.

Blood flowed down the two arms, and after a short time, a pool of blood appeared on the ground.

Purgatory Xingshourou's face was hidden under the long, falling orange-colored hair, so Yi Wozuo couldn't see his expression clearly, but in terms of a human body, such an injury must be so painful that he wished he could pass out.

"Xing Shoulang, is that enough? Are those people really worthy of your desperate protection?"

Yiwozuo looked at Purgatory Xingshourou who had failed in trying to straighten his back one after another, and couldn't help but speak.

He couldn't understand why Purgatory Xingshou Lang didn't want to become a ghost, didn't want to keep his current young and healthy state, and the reason why he died desperately was to protect the weak outside.

He admired Purgatory Xingshourou very much, because every time he collided, he could feel the weight of the opponent's sword and the calmness after long training.

Yi Wozuo has already seen that the life of Purgatory Xingshoulang is not long, because his left arm, which was originally supported on his knee, is now like a soaked noodle, hanging softly on his shoulder, and from his clothes In the hole, Yi Wozuo could see the wound gradually tearing from the shoulder.

That arm, together with the bones, was probably completely broken, and it was only the last struggle of the muscles and muscles to be able to hang on the arm now. He only needed a little more force, and he would completely lose an arm.

That's why Yi Wozuo was astonished and sent out incomprehensible questions. From his point of view, those members of the ghost killing team outside didn't even have the qualifications to let him spend an extra second remembering their names.

To risk their lives to protect them is even more stupid to the extreme.

But every step of Purgatory Xingshourou exceeded his expectations.

"I just... fulfilled my responsibilities as a human being."

Even in such a tragic situation, Purgatory Kyojuro still clenched the handle of the knife with his remaining right hand, transmitting the strength to his fingertips through his muscles.

His arms had lost consciousness, and the world in front of him began to be gradually filled with darkness. The sleepiness coming from the depths of his soul was like a tide, beating the body of Purgatory Anjuro more and more fiercely every time.

But only the Sun Wheel Knife was firmly held in the palm of the hand.

He wants to prevent Yiwoza from regenerating until others kill Ghost Mai Tsuji!If Yiwozuo is allowed to recover, then maybe a few hours later, he will be able to stand in front of him intact.

At that time, he will no longer be able to stop Yi Wozuo!

So Purgatory Xingshoulang decided to stab the sun wheel knife into the mass of minced meat, twist it, roast it with flames, and then lose consciousness.

Ignoring Yiwozuo, who had been chattering nonstop as if intending to "influence" him, and moved to Yiwozuo step by step, Purgatory Xingshoulang raised the sun wheel knife in his hand, with the edge of the knife facing down, and spit out a mouthful of blood. After that, he used his ethereal voice to read out what he had always insisted on.

"Breath of Flame······One Type·Shiranui······"

Accompanied by the inhalation of the airflow from the corner of the mouth, centering on the cross-cut knife edge, the flame slowly winds from the direction of the handle, and gradually climbs up the blade body, while the pressed knife edge also gradually penetrates into the skin of Yiwozuo, and the flame instantly Devour the regenerated part of Yiwozuo and burn it to ashes.

Purgatory Xingshourou who had done all this fell to the ground, his eyes gradually became blurred, and the remaining memories gradually went back to before nightfall.

"I hope you haven't lied to me, Mr. Merchant."

(End of this chapter)