Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The strength is not right.

Lin Heng narrowed his eyes. He had been keeping some strength to guard against Muzan's other methods, but now it seems that the other party's situation seems to be very problematic.

That's right, it's not that he doesn't want to use it. Judging from Muzan's performance just now, it's better to say that he can't use it.

"Kibutsuji Muzan, are these the only methods you have? I'm really disappointed."

"Shut up, you are so arrogant, who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to evaluate me? What qualifications do you have to talk to me on an equal footing here?"

Muzan's cold voice came. As the ultimate life form, he has been accustomed to criticizing others from a high position for thousands of years.

"Yes, did the recruitment just now give you the illusion that you are special?"

Muzan opened his hands and looked up.

"You are just a lucky bug who can hide well. You should understand that I haven't bothered you yet. Who gave you the courage to jump on the stage and face me instead of hiding in the corner? Do you think I will hold back? In fact, eating you is the same..."

Knock, knock.

"Oh? Really?"

The Sun Wheel Sword knocked against the scabbard lightly, and Lin Heng impatiently interrupted the long speech of the sensitive skin baby Muzan.

"I am very curious, when did you have the illusion that I just used all my strength?"

Take a deep breath, a large amount of oxygen was extracted from the air and injected into the body, and Lin Heng threw away the cloak on his body.

"This time it's real, are you ready..."

Bending his body, Lin Heng's hand holding the sword slightly exerted force, and the muscles of his whole body instantly tightened, as if a spring compressed to the extreme accumulated earth-shattering power.

"I'm coming."

Swoosh!

Almost at the same moment when the words fell, the snow under the swordsman's feet suddenly collapsed, and the sound was left far behind by the extreme speed. In the strange silence, Lin Heng's figure suddenly appeared behind Muzan.

The power was completely restrained at the tip of the knife, and the red sun wheel knife was raised, restrainedly outlining a burst of fire after infinite compression.

"My style, second form, refine·flame sky rise!"

Muzan's pupils suddenly widened. The powerful spirit of the demon king honed for hundreds of years was naturally enough to keep up with Lin Heng's speed, but this body had no time to react properly.

Damn, how did it suddenly become so fast!

Cunning!

Was he deliberately hiding his weakness just now?

It was too late to turn around now. This body must not be beheaded by him. All that could be done now was...

"Demon Armor Unfold!"

At the critical moment, Muzan's instinct for survival caused his body to rapidly change. A large amount of armor accumulated crazily proliferated on his back. The originally majestic and well-fitting scales suddenly turned into a deformed black meat mass hanging on the trajectory of the red knife.

Swish...

Without any leakage, a strand of fire after extreme compression collided with the armor, making a teeth-grinding burning sound.

Lin Heng's expression did not change, but he just moved forward along the predetermined track. Wherever the red knife in his hand reached, the demon armor was destroyed with force, just like seeing the sky breaking through the clouds.

Breaking through the gathered demon armor in one breath, Muzan's back was cut by the burning red knife, leaving a long scar.

Since the death of Yuanyi, the demon king who could not remember how long ago the last time he was injured was stunned for a moment, and the next moment an extremely angry roar sounded in the snow, shaking off the snowflakes in the sky.

"Get out of my way!"

The long-lost pain made Muzan's eyes red instantly. In a trance, Yunyi seemed to overlap with Lin Heng's figure, and the mental strength that had been tense collapsed suddenly at this moment.

Dozens of pipe whips shot out from Muzan's hands, back, and legs at the same time, and quickly spread out from his body and indiscriminately whipped around.

"My style, the fast and fierce falcon!"

A shrill cry sounded, and the flame eagle cut through the sky, flapped its wings and retreated violently. The flames dissipated, and Lin Heng's intact figure appeared in the distance. A wisp of black smoke gradually rose from the red red knife in his hand.

What a pity, all this blood...

Lin Heng shook his head with a little regret, and then frowned and looked at Muzan who was in a runaway state.

The pipe whips on the demon king's body produced a violent sonic boom when attacking, and it was visible to the naked eye that even the ground under his feet was cracked inch by inch because of it.

From Lin Heng's perspective, not even a snowflake could fly in. The exploding Qi formed a spherical death field with Wuzan as the center.

It's not Wuzan. What's wrong with you? You were hiding just now.

Then, he suddenly used his ultimate skill without thinking again.

They say that if you can do it, you can do it, and if you can't do it, you can't do it. I didn't expect that taking a break would really make you stand up?

"Huh, huh..."

Muzan kept panting on the spot, and the dozen or so whips around his body were running wild at the same time, inflicting devastating blows on the environment without any rules.

"Damn it, die for me, die for me."

"Hmph!"

Looking at Muzan who was standing still and only knew how to whip around, Lin Heng snorted disdainfully.

His combat quality is really too bad, and he is just a monster with strength based on numbers.

"My style, One Type, Hiyou·Shiranui."

Flames burst out from his feet, and Lin Heng's movements could not help but become dreamy when he recalled the figure of the warrior who shuttled like a ghost in his mind.

So fast, so heavy, so dense.

But...

Taking the initiative to break into Muzan's attack range, Lin Heng's mouth curled up slightly as he felt the extremely dense and violent whipping around him with super perception.

It's so chaotic.

Originally, Shiranui, who could only attack in a straight line, changed his usual open and close movements. Lin Heng's figure kept moving at high speed, dodging and moving among the overlapping whip rain.

"Kibutsuji Muzan..."

In Muzan's extremely shocked eyes, the top dancer stepped across the whip rain with wonderful steps and arrived in front of him.

"You are not good at forehand, your backhand is weak, your steps are loose, your reaction is slow, and you have no combat experience at all."

The man's figure fell, and the red-gold pupils looked at the terrified Muzan with a condescending indifference and mockery.

"Is this the old king who was born in the Heian period? Seriously..."

The tiger roared, and the flaming tiger instantly broke the demon armor. The red red knife penetrated into the body, causing deep bone-cutting damage to Muzan. The dense whip rain outside loosened, and the body of the demon king fell to the ground powerlessly.

He twisted his body and stepped on the ground with his backhand. Lin Heng's body shot out and opened the distance. He took a few steps to unload the power and landed lightly on the ground, and then slowly completed the unfinished words before.

"That's it?"

"You are even easier to beat than Akaza."

(Oh, dear audience, the fighting power is not broken. Those who see this are not allowed to speak rudely to the first generation demon king, otherwise I swear to kick your ass with my boots.)

(You know, Muzan is the ancestor of demons. I know Muzan. He once competed with Tsugumi Yuichiro on the same stage. This guy is incredibly strong. Yes, he is simply a superman.)