Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

At this time, Kanae's stripes had completely faded, and she was in an extremely weak state, and she didn't even have the strength to dodge.

The split Douma looked like a zombie, and it seemed that he had eaten her, but Kanae didn't care about herself, and pushed Shiya in her arms to the side.

At this critical moment, a pair of strong hands grabbed her arm, and she felt a pulling force, and before she could open her mouth to refuse, Shiya exchanged positions with her.

Both of them wanted to exchange each other's lives.

Suddenly, a knife pierced Douma's heart, which bought enough time for the two to dodge, but Shiya's temper came up, and he didn't care about anything. He roared, his veins bulged, and he swung the knife.

In an instant, the rich dark green fighting spirit swept in like a surging tide, and in the blink of an eye, half of the sky was dyed dark green.

At the same time, the through wound on his chest that had stopped bleeding broke again, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Douma took the opportunity to quickly absorb the large amount of blood that was pouring out, like a greedy insect.

The crack on its chest healed quickly, and with a crisp sound, the knife in Shimi's hand broke, and Feiyuzhen immediately drew out the Sun Wheel Sword.

He dodged through Douma, carried Shimi and Kanae, and quickly distanced himself.

"I have recovered 10%, worthy of thin blood!" The wrinkles on Douma's skin disappeared a lot. Looking at the three figures in the distance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a weird smile, and said confidently, "You can't kill me now."

Feiyuzhen carefully put Kanae down, and the blood-stained Shimi tightly grasped his shoulders, leaving a trail of blood marks, leaning against his ear, and said proudly:

"That idiot dared to drink my blood, and he must pay with his life."

Shimi's blood is a strong liquor for ghosts. Even if it can't make Douma drunk, it can at least slightly affect its movements.

In a battle of this level, any slight change will cost one's life.

Hearing this, Fei Yuzhen's mouth curled up. In terms of fighting madness, he was far inferior to Shimizu. He whispered:

"Can you still move?"

"Let's kill that bastard together!"

Shimizu fell backwards holding the half-broken Nichirin Sword, pretending to be exhausted, but his fanatical scarlet eyes said it all. When he thought of being able to kill Douma with his own hands, he had to squeeze out his strength even if he had to.

The moment he fell to the ground, Fei Yuzhen's face bloomed with a wanton smile, as if everything was under his control.

Then, he quickly turned around and looked at Douma with a firm and sharp gaze. Then, he launched an attack without hesitation, rushing towards Douma with amazing speed and strength.

The knife in his hand flashed a dazzling red-gold light, and thunder rolled.

Kanae relied on the last bit of consciousness to hand over the remaining half of the three thousand to save your life to Shimizu.

In this battle, he injected three medicines by himself, completely refreshing the limit of his body.

What is the limit of dying? As long as the belief of killing all the evil spirits in the world is not extinguished, there is no limit.

Douma clenched his hands towards the void and stretched his hands forward. Then, countless blood-red ice crystals entangled his arms and rotated like dancing flames.

These ice crystals flashed with strange light, as if they were condensed from blood, exuding a palpitating breath. With Douma's movements, two ice crystal folding fans gradually condensed.

At this moment, Fei Yuzhen happened to come in front of him, the sword and the fan collided, thunder and lightning, and blizzards raged.

However, Douma's speed was obviously slower, and even he himself did not notice that the blazing Sun Wheel Sword just passed the blood folding fan and chopped directly at his neck.

The only pity is that the Water Lily Blood Armor seemed to have turned on automatic defense, and it did not need Douma to control it, and automatically summoned the hand of the Water Lily Bodhisattva to block it.

"Boom boom boom!"

Fei Yuzhen's heartbeat sounded like a bell, getting faster and faster. Every beat seemed to urge him to speed up. Jinwu's time limit was coming. If the battle could not be ended as soon as possible, the consequences would be disastrous.

He took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, mobilized the strength of his whole body, and the hot blood flowed through his heart to his whole body.

At this moment, Fei Yuzhen had only one belief in his heart: to kill Douma, to kill Douma, and to fucking kill Douma

He tightly grasped the Sun Wheel Sword in his hand, and the thin layer of moonlight close to his body melted. At the same time, the outermost Dou Qi compressed again and again.

Jinwu's Dou Qi compression came to the fifty-fifth time, completely materialized and attached to the surface of his body. His movements became more agile and his attacks became more sharp.

At this moment, Fei Yuzhen truly turned into a blazing sun, immune to the cold.

Douma gradually couldn't resist it. Even so, he still hadHe complained in his mind,

"You are going to die!"

"Then let's fight to the death!"

"I will die, not me!"

It grinned, and it proved that no matter how hard the human in front of him pressed, he could not die.

As long as he killed him, he could eat Kanae.

I saw Douma put his hands together, consuming the remaining 49% of blood, and activated the blood demon art·Mist Ice·Water Lily Bodhisattva.

There was no need to wait at all, and the more than ten-meter-tall Water Lily Bodhisattva came with a clap of his hands.

Countless ice crystal mists shining with cold light swept in like a blizzard, and the huge hand knife fell like a meteor falling from the sky, it cut through the void, and the air was torn apart wherever it passed, making a piercing scream.

But Douma was not in the Water Lily Bodhisattva, it hid behind, and its body shrunk to the thickness of a bamboo pole, and now it was just skin and bones.

It was like a gloomy poisonous snake, spitting out its tongue in the dark, ready to attack Fei Yuzhen at any time.

After the fierce collision, the water lily Bodhisattva broke into pieces, turning into tiny ice crystals flashing all over the sky.

On the other hand, Fei Yuzhen lowered his head, and the Golden Crow Dou Qi on his body completely dimmed, almost turning into a bloody man.

"Hahaha!"

Dou Ma pretended to laugh, and he remembered that this was the way it should be at this moment, because he won.

"You still can't kill me!"

It leaned forward, and its withered hands tightly grasped the blood-colored folding fan. Just as it was about to take a step, it staggered like a drunkard.

Because it had just completely digested the thin blood absorbed from Shiya, it was ready to take advantage of the situation to kill Fei Yuzhen and Shiya, the two people who were in the way.

Before it could stabilize its body, two figures were reflected in its rainbow eyes, one was Fei Yuzhen whose Golden Crow Dou Qi was revived, and the other was Shiya who bounced up.

The two were waiting for this moment, the moment when Douma thought he had won, the moment when Douma relaxed.

All three were laughing.

However, Touma and Sanemi had the brightest smiles on their faces, laughing without restraint.

The smile on Douma's face was fake, and the victory was also fake.