Demon Slayer: I became Feng Zhu

With the addition of three high-end fighters, the ghost killing team quickly opened a hole, and ordinary evil spirits were vulnerable to column-level strength.

Although Lin Taki and Ci Wulang are old, they are more than enough to deal with ordinary evil spirits.

What's more, with the addition of Makijuro, you must know that at this time, Makijuro has reached middle age, has experienced actual combat experience, and his combat skills have reached an unprecedented existence.

Apart from the rock pillar, the other pillars may not necessarily be his opponents. They joined the wind pillar and defeated the evil spirits step by step.

The evil spirit is like a chicken and a dog in front of the pillar, without any resistance.

"It's been a long time since I had such a happy battle, so happy!"

Makijuro shouted loudly, his words undoubtedly added a lot of confidence to the Demon Slayer Squad.

The members of the ghost killing team were also full of fighting spirit. The faces of the swordsmen were flushed, their blood was boiling, and their fighting spirit was high.

This is the harbinger of victory!
At this moment, two figures stopped in front of the four of them.

"The twelve ghosts will smoke, see!"

"The twelve ghost generals are sloppy, and I pay my respects to all of you!"

The two ghost generals clasped their hands together and saluted, looking at the four of them with fighting spirit.

Fengzhu's pupils shrank, and a powerful pressure swept over him. The pressure from these two ghost generals was stronger than the naughty one he had defeated before, and the twelve ghost generals who claimed to be sloppy gave him a sense of suffocation. , he and Yan Zhu didn't give in to the pressure they put on him.

The four of them seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, Makijuro immediately scolded:
"All members below the first rank stay away from here!"

For a time, nearly [-]% of the swordsmen around were far away from here.

Only a few swordsmen were left watching, but they also knew that in such a battle, they could not intervene at all.

These swordsmen stood there nervously, watching the battle intently. Their bodies were tense, the hairs all over their bodies stood on end, and their eyes were bloodshot, as if a big battle would break out at any moment.

Purgatory Makijurou, Immortal Kawa Miniya, Ryotaki Sakinji, and Kuwashima Jigoro all looked at each other.

"Go together!"

Makijuro said.

"The first type of breath of flame - Shiranui!"

"The Nine Types of Breath of the Wind-Wei Tuo Tian Typhoon!"

"Water Breathing Eight Type - Takitsubo!"

"Naruto Breathing One Type-Roar!"

The four powerful combat skills were displayed at the same time, and the surrounding space was violently turbulent, as if it was about to collapse, and many swordsmen who were impacted by the strong air flow kept retreating.

This kind of battle has gone beyond their cognition, and a first-rank swordsman couldn't help admiring:
"Is this the strength of Zhu? It's too strong!"

His words resonated with the other swordsmen nearby.

However, the drunken and sloppy expressions did not fluctuate at all, which made the four of them secretly sigh.

"Blood ghost art evil - Yanlan Yunxiu!"

"Blood ghost magic evil - all fate is clean!"

The two ghosts launched the blood ghost technique at the same time, and the powerful power caused ripples in the space.

The four of Makijuro knew that a fierce battle was inevitable.

Yan Yu and Sloppy are high-ranking ghost generals, and when the two ghosts join forces, their strength is no less than that of Shangxian Er, or even worse.

On the other hand, on the side of the Ghost Killing Team, Fengzhu was injured, and it was already at the end of the battle. Although Ji Wulang and Rinaki Sakinji had the strength of the column level, they were old after all, and there was still some distance from the real column.

Only Makijuro possessed complete combat power, and he was able to cope for a while at first, but not long after the battle, Fengzhu was found by Sloppy and was directly pierced through his entire chest, falling to the ground with unknown life or death.

"Shimi!"

The three of Makijuro called out to Minya who fell on the ground, but they didn't get a response from Fengzhu. Makijuro clenched his fists and was extremely angry.

Everyone once fell into a bitter battle, and the Ghost Killing Squad was once again in danger, and someone needed to break the deadlock.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared beside the second ghost, and a saber flashed, aiming at Yan Yun's head.

"Xia's Breathing One Type - Suspending the Sky and Yuanxia!"

Xia Zhu Shi Tou Wuichiro's figure was as fast as lightning, piercing through Yan Yun's head in the blink of an eye.

Xia Zhu narrowed his eyes slightly, and murmured: "It's off!"

Yan Qi, whose head was pierced, found that his head recovered very slowly, so slow that it was not as good as a ghost with vampirism.

"There is something wrong with that human's knife, be careful!"

After hearing Yan Chen's words, Sloppy guarded Wuichiro with a vigilant face.

Muichiro's heart sank when he saw the wind pillar lying on the ground.

"Xia's breath and Qi's type-obscure!"

For a moment, mist rose all around, and the sloppy vision was suddenly lost, and the surroundings were white, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"what!"

There was a scream of smoke in the fog.

"Where are you, Yanqi?"

Sloppy was a little annoyed when he didn't get an answer from Yan Yun.

"Damn humans!"

Boom boom boom...!
There were violent battle sounds all around, and even the earth was shaking.

"Has the smoke summoned ghosts and gods?"

"No, you have to join up with the smoke quickly, and you can't let them break down one by one."

Sloppy was a little anxious. He didn't have the vampire technique for large-scale attacks, so he couldn't disperse the fog.

"no solution anymore!"

"Unkempt and barefoot, doing nothing in the streets and alleys."

"A skeleton can endure thousands of hunger."

"Dear god of filth! Please listen to my call, I will follow your will and regard filth as truth!"

Ho ho ho ho...!
An earth-shattering roar came from the mist, and the sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, causing all the first-rank swordsmen around to shudder.

Immediately, a pitch-black figure emerged, with a pitch-black body, sharp horns on the top of its head, and a pair of white bone wings growing from its back.

Call ~
The monster let out a ghostly howl, and the mist was blown away by his roar.

After the mist cleared away, not far away, Xiazhu and the others were injured, but under their feet were corpses that were dissipating from the mist.

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