Demon Slayer: The Forest Pillar

"Breath of the Forest·One Form·Iron Birch Slash!"

Shinichi held the Sun Wheel Sword horizontally with one hand and slashed at Wugui fiercely. At this time, one of Wugui's hands had disappeared, and the scarlet long sword held by the remaining hand was still blocked by Shinichi's short sword.

The green slash was unstoppable and rushed straight to Wugui's neck, but even at this critical moment, Wugui was still very calm.

Puff! I saw a brand new arm was repaired almost instantly, and such a recovery speed made Shinichi's pupils shrink directly.

"Blood Martial Arts·Sword Style·Swallow Strike!" Wugui shouted fiercely, and a scarlet long sword appeared in his hand in an instant, stabbing straight out, facing Shinichi's Iron Birch Slash head-on.

The indestructible Iron Birch Slash collided with the sharp and unparalleled Swallow Strike long sword, and the impact force that burst out instantly threw Shinichi away.

The Sun Wheel Dagger spun and stabbed into the ground fiercely. Shinichi was forced to half-kneel on the ground to ease the surging internal organs in his chest.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the Wugui holding a sword and a knife seemed to be fine. He threw away the sword and the sword turned into blood when it fell to the ground. The Wugui walked towards Shinichi and talked casually.

"Very good, you can fight me with your current strength. Boy, you are really good. However, this duel is not a martial arts ethics on my part. After all, I am too familiar with Shunichi's Forest Breathing. I will give you another chance to see how strong you are after the demonization."

Shinichi stood up indifferently and looked in the direction of Kocho Shinobu.

As if seeing Shinichi's concern for Kocho Shinobu, Wugui made a look of sudden enlightenment, "Oh! So you are worried about that little girl? It's okay. If that little girl can't even deal with an old ghost, then I advise you to mind your own business. It's just a burden to keep her around."

"Shut up!" Shinichi couldn't bear it anymore and yelled angrily.

Then he stabbed the Nichirin sword in his hand into the ground fiercely, and took off the green haori under Wugui's gaze. The Demon Slayer Corps uniform on his body was also full of gaps and scratches because of the battle with Wugui.

"I don't care who you are. Although you seem to know the ancestors of the Moriki family, I don't want to know why. I know that you, a chatterbox, are really annoying!" Shinichi clenched his fists and said coldly, while the pink color of his right eye was instantly covered by a touch of scarlet.

His pupils were erect, like a beast awakening, "You want to see my power? Then I'll satisfy you!"

"Blood Demon Art·Blood Rage·Third Degree!"

Boom! ! The sudden burst of air from Shinichi's body seemed to ignite the air as well. In an instant, the uniform on the upper body exploded into pieces, revealing the red flesh, and orange-red lines were wrapped around Shinichi's muscles.

Sharp fangs broke through the lips, black claws shone coldly, and black hair danced wildly with the steaming air waves. It seemed that there was really a flame burning at the ends of the hair, and the whole person exuded an astonishing high temperature.

In the throat, there was also a low roar like a beast, and the scarlet blood eyes stared at Wugui.

And Wugui also instantly felt a feeling of being locked by a beast, but he was also an extremely fanatical fighter, and such a scene also aroused Wugui's excitement.

"Good! Great! Boy! You have some skills. I've been bored for hundreds of years. It's rare that someone can really make me feel a little excited. Come on! Go all out on me, hahahaha!"

Shinichi, who had activated the third degree of blood burst, could no longer speak normally. In fact, this was also his first time trying the third degree of blood burst. The terrifying and astonishing high temperature not only burned the enemy, but also burned his own body, causing his newly born flesh and blood to dry up and die in an instant.

However, relying on the strong recovery ability of the evil ghost physique, his body has been repeating the process of necrosis and repair.

"Roar!!" The voice that came out of Shinichi's throat again was no longer a human voice, but a shocking roar.

Bang! He suddenly stepped on the ground, and the hot red figure rushed towards the martial ghost like a cannonball.

Whoosh! On the ground along the way, many dry fallen leaves and broken wood were ignited in the moment of the air wave. A little field mouse that had just crawled out of its nest was devoured by the flames before it could even react. In an instant, only a withered and intact skeleton was left.

Where Shinichi passed was like a flame path, and even the ground was left with burnt marks.

Facing the surging Shinichi, Wugui took a step back, not out of fear, but to accumulate strength. He stretched out his left leg, bent his right leg, clenched his fists, and stretched them across his chest, making a peculiar martial arts starting gesture.

Swish! ! The golden eyes lit up instantly, and endless apes appeared.The red aura gushed out from the center of Wu Gui, and the terrifying aura was in the darkness, as if a real demon had descended to the world.

Wu Gui bared his fangs, and his blood vessels burst, "Blood Martial Arts·Armor Style·Blood Armor!"

Puff! ! Suddenly, the blood vessels on Wu Gui's body suddenly burst open, and the moment the scarlet blood gushed out, endless blood began to condense on Wu Gui's body. Soon, a blood-colored armor with gorgeous patterns and blood-red aura appeared on Wu Gui's body.

"Hahaha! Come on!" Wu Gui laughed wildly, and faced Shinichi head-on with the blood-colored armor.

Bang! ! Boom! !

A stronger sense of shock swept across the entire Jiping Village, and the terrible roar frightened countless villagers. The fireballs and blood-colored lights that burst out behind the village almost lit up the entire night.

"God! Did we do something wrong? Why did you send down such a warning?!" An elderly man knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and kept knelt down, and behind him, many villagers followed suit and knelt down.

"Is it Prajna? Did we anger the gods by ignoring the behavior of this evil ghost? Oh my God! I knew it! Money is not as important as family! God! I was wrong! I will treat my parents well in the future! Please don't be angry!" A middle-aged man cried out in pain.

The middle-aged man's words also shocked many villagers. Could it be because of this incident?

At the same time, on a tall tree, a thin figure quietly watched the battle between Shinichi and Wugui.

It was the ghost named Xiangjiu. He shook his head in a suit and said helplessly, "I knew, Wu, that once you got the news about Shunyi, you would definitely not be able to hold back. Hey, it seems that I have to do it myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiangjiu's body mysteriously dissipated, leaving only a faint blood mist.

(Everyone who has read this, please listen to what Muzi has to say. First of all, Muzi wants to beg for a wave of good reviews, because Sen Muzhu's grades are really too bleak, so bleak that Muzi can't bear to look directly at them.

I hope everyone can really support me and leave a good review. If possible, Muzi also hopes that everyone can go to Shuhuang to help Muzi promote this book.

In reality, Muzi's studies are also very busy. Most of my free time every day is spent on writing, but the cruel grades make it really difficult for Muzi to persist. If it continues to be so bleak, Muzi may not be able to persist, and many foreshadowings can only be shelved. Muzi doesn't want to fall like this, so please help Muzi (T^T))