Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Chapter 159

On this moonlit night, silvery moonlight sprinkled on the ground like water. In the silence, two figures were playing a game of chase in which it was either you or me.

The tall figure running in front was particularly eye-catching.

A closer look revealed that it was an evil ghost with three twisted horns on its head. Its blood-red eyes revealed endless fear, its fangs were intertwined in its grinning mouth, and all the cells in its body were trembling.

Because the one chasing him was none other than Tiandao Feiyuzhen.

"Brother, I can draw my sword quickly. I guarantee you will die immediately!" He smiled and increased his speed.

Feiyuzhen had to admit that the speed and escape ability of this guy in front of him were definitely close to the ranks of the upper strings. If converted, this guy was only the existence of the lower string.

Unfortunately, the lower string no longer existed, and even the conditions for the Demon Slayer Corps to be promoted to the pillars had changed.

Now only those who kill sixty demons can be promoted to the pillar, and the boss's cancellation of the lower string has caused great trouble to the work of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Many demons have clearly reached the lower string level, but because there is no number in their eyes, it will cause a lot of misjudgment.

The evil is miserable.

Fei Yuzhen cursed, after all, there is still a long time before the final battle, and the workload of the pillars has almost increased greatly during this period.

On average, ten incidents suspected of the appearance of the twelve demons have to be handled in a month.

Thinking back to the present, he is still one meter away from the triangle demon.

Take a deep breath, the red-gold lightning rushes up from under his feet, and the breathing of the road·thunder form·Qilin is activated.

The distance of one meter disappears in an instant, and the blade emitting lightning is attached to the neck of the evil demon.

Just when it was about to be beheaded, its body broke in half like a spring, and the killing line disappeared, escaping a disaster.

A flash of surprise flashed across Fei Yuzhen's eyes. From the time they met until now, this ghost has used thirty-six ways to save his life.

I have to say, he is really a talent.

While shortening his body, the triangular ghost escaped into the ground, and then he was at full speed, it was about to collapse.

Is this swordsman a human being? Even the poison in his body is so strong.

I don't know how far it ran, it sensed the breath of humans on the ground.

There was a farmyard above the triangular ghost, and there was a young man in his twenties who got up to go to the night in the yard.

He was so sleepy that he didn't know what would happen next.

Just as he pulled up his pants, there was a bang, and the ground under the man's feet collapsed, and a pale big hand grabbed out and pinched his neck like an iron clamp.

The triangular ghost carried the man back to the ground, turned around and threatened fiercely:

"Let me go, or I will kill him!"

Fei Yuzhen braked suddenly, then smiled and said, "You can go, let him go!"

The man's name is Xiaozhi. He is panicking now, not because he was attacked by a monster, but because he is worried about his grandfather at home.

Am I going to end before I take care of my grandfather?

He was breathing more and more difficult, and at the same time, he remembered the figure that made him love and hate, that was a stinky little ghost wearing a wild boar mask.

Ten years ago, a child wearing a wild boar mask rushed to Xiaozhi's house.

After successfully asking Xiaozhi's grandfather who suffered from Alzheimer's disease for food, Zhuzhu became a frequent visitor to this house.

During this period, Xiaozhi's grandfather also taught Zhuzhu to read "One Hundred People's Isshu" and learn to read.

Surprisingly, Zhuzhu, who was raised by wild boars since childhood, not only did not understand, but quickly learned human language.

Koji began to worry that his grandfather and Inosuke would be in danger if they stayed together for too long, so he tried to drive the pig away many times, but in the end, the young Inosuke took over his home instead.

This was unbelievable. At the age of fifteen, Koji could not beat a four-year-old child.

"Put down the knife, put down the knife quickly!"

The triangular ghost's eyes were red, and he urged like crazy, pinching tighter at the same time.

It figured it out, even if it couldn't run away, it had to take someone with it.

"Okay, okay!"

Flying Wing immediately let go of the Sun Wheel Sword, and at the moment the sword fell to the ground, he arrived in an instant, with emerald green wind blades wrapped around his arms.

A punch was thrown, although it was like hitting steel, but the rapidly rotating fighting spirit still cut off the triangular ghost's arm. Koji covered his lungs and greedily inhaled the air.

The evil ghost was stunned, and the world seemed to collapse.

Without a knife, can you still cut off the body of a ghost?

Who is the ghost between us?

It was during this moment of sluggishness that Fei Yuzhen kicked it out with a sideways kick.

However, the attack was not over yet. The whirlwind wrapped around his toes, and he lightly tapped the ground and caught up with the flying triangular ghost. This process was evenLess than a second.

He started practicing swordsmanship at the age of eight, and with eleven years of accumulation, he has mastered both sword and physical skills.

The emerald green wind swept up the Sun Wheel Sword on the ground, and in an instant, lightning flashed, and surging red-gold arcs spread out.

Having seen all the ways this ghost escapes, it is impossible for him to fail again this time.

The fierce blade wind swept across the night sky, and the triangular ghost was beheaded.

It is very good at escaping, and its strength is close to the upper ranks, but it is a pity that it met Fei Yuzhen.

After sheathing the sword, he turned around and pulled Xiaozhi up, saying apologetically: "I'm sorry to scare you!"

After recovering, he waved his hand quickly, and the joy of surviving the disaster was on his face, saying: "No, no, no, you saved me, thank you!"

After speaking, he bowed deeply.

Feiyuzhen took out a wisteria sachet and a few seeds from his arms and said, "These are wisteria sachets and seeds. They are the things that the monster just now hated. We will meet again if we are lucky."

After giving the things, he turned around and left. He wanted to leave a handsome back, but his stomach growled at an inopportune time.

The air seemed to freeze. After a short silence, Xiaozhi spoke.

"Mr. Benefactor, if you don't mind, let's have a meal."

"Well... I'm sorry, I ate a little too much." Feiyuzhen smiled awkwardly. He was indeed a little hungry.

"It doesn't matter. A meal is nothing for saving my life."

"Please wait a moment!"

Without waiting for Feiyuzhen to reply, Xiaozhi rushed into the kitchen.

Just then, an old grandfather pushed open the door and asked vaguely:

"Is Inosuke here?"

After saying this, Feiyuzhen was stunned.

Inosuke!

Pig, are you here?