Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

The fallen leaves drifted across the trajectory of the old long sword, splitting into two. The long sword seemed to cut off the sunlight, and the flaw in Tanjiro's eyes disappeared.

He thought that with his familiarity with the Sun Breathing, he could interrupt it before the sword was swung.

But he overlooked one point, that is, the opponent was a puppet, without life, without breath, only designed instructions.

"Crack --!!!"

The gears rubbed against each other, and the unstoppable blade wind came one after another, and another complete cycle of Sun Breathing was completed.

Tanjiro was defeated step by step, but his eyes were burning with fighting spirit. Since the puppet could make such a coherent movement, then as the inheritor of the sword skills, he must be able to do it.

He took a deep breath, gathered the fighting spirit lingering around him, and swung the God of Fire Kagura·Yuuu.

Dang--

A crisp metal collision sounded, and Tanjiro did not stop at all, and then swung the second sword, Biluotian.

The sword of Yuichi Zero Shiki collided with his sword, and sparks flew everywhere.

It's not over yet, it's not over yet, continuous, it must be a continuous attack!

Tanjiro shouted in his heart, and the third sword followed, the God of Fire Kagura·Scorching Sun Red Mirror.

But unfortunately, his combo was interrupted by Yuichi Zero Shiki.

At this moment, he saw the gap line, and the opponent showed a flaw. There must be a problem with a gear.

Tanjiro did not choose to attack but dodge. He wanted to defeat Yuichi Zero Shiki with a complete Sun Breathing.

This battle lasted until the afternoon, and Tanjiro never stopped during it.

He was already exhausted. Seeing this, Feiyuzhen picked up Xiaotie and said, "Get the key ready!"

Xiaotie: "???"

Just when he was confused, Feiyuzhen threw Xiaotie with force, and Xiaotie screamed and fell on Yuichi Zero Shiki's back.

"Damn it!"

He complained while inserting the key, and Yuichi Zero Shiki gradually stopped.

"I'm so tired. I was just a little bit away from connecting each time!"

Tanjiro sighed. He was very unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't keep up with the Sun Breathing after using it for so long.

Xiaotie sat on the shoulder of Yuichi Zero-Shiki and laughed:

"It's okay. Let's continue practicing tomorrow!"

"Really?"

"Will it be too much trouble for you!"

"No, because you are worth it. This is also the meaning of Zero-Shiki's existence!" Xiaotie patted Yuichi Zero-Shiki's shoulder and said seriously.

"Yeah!"

"Thank you, Xiaotie!"

Two days later, in the afternoon.

Toyu and Xiaotie were lying on their respective rocking chairs. There was a small table between them. There were snacks, fruit plates and tea on the table.

"Do you think Tanjiro can succeed today?" Xiaotie took a bite of a peach and asked.

"It should be possible. Tanjiro's progress has been visible to the naked eye in the past two days." Fei Yuzhen took a sip of tea and said slowly, "However, your ancestral treasure is probably going to be scrapped."

Hearing this, Xiao Tie spread his hands and said with a smile: "It's better to scrap it than to break it meaninglessly."

"The ancestors left this doll for this purpose."

"Yuichi Zero Shiki has waited for hundreds of years and finally waited for its destined person. I should be happy for it!" Although Xiao Tie is young, he speaks generously.

But what he said is also true. If it can't wait for someone like Tanjiro again, there will be only one ending for Yuichi Zero Shiki, that is, it will be scrapped in obscurity.

While the two were chatting, the man and the machine in the distance had fought several rounds.

Today's Yuichi Zero Shiki is the highest level, and its speed and attack power are more than one level stronger than the previous two days.

Even so, Tanjiro can easily parry it, and he even encountered more than 20 opportunities to defeat the latter.

The flaming horsetail danced in the wind, and six old sun blades fell like a torrential rain.

Clang clang clang——!!!

A series of sword lights flashed, and Tanjiro deflected them with all his strength. He took a deep breath, and the red fighting spirit ignited on the blade, the God of Fire Kagura·Yuuu.

As the circular blade wind wrapped with flames passed through the air, somehow, Tanjiro seemed to have opened up his Ren and Du meridians.

The battles of the past two days appeared involuntarily in front of him, some of which were from the 10th style of the fate, and some of which were his own.

Gradually, Tanjiro himself overlapped with those phantoms, and the fighting spirit on his body became more restrained.

He really danced the Kagura dance.

The twelve styles of the Sun Breathing were connected together, and the movements were as smooth as flowing water, without interruption.

At this moment, the 13th style of the Sun Breathing was back.

In the constant collision between Tanjiro and the 10th style of the fate, the latter was shocked back.

The long sword with great power fell, and Tanjiro hesitated. It was too immoral for him to destroy the things that Kotetsu inherited from his ancestors.

At this moment,Kotetsu stood up and shouted, "Tanjiro, just do it!"

"This is the moment that Yuichi Zero-style is waiting for!"

As soon as the words fell, the red blade drew a beautiful arc in the air.

This time, there was no humming of knives, only the sound of wood and metal breaking.

Yuichi Zero-style's knife stopped in mid-air, and there was a crack on his chest.

The golden sunlight shone through the crack, and a cold light came into view. Tanjiro saw the object in the crack clearly, it was a knife.

A black knife.

The ancient knife cut through time and presented itself to future generations in this way.

Feiyuzhen and Kotetsu both came over and stared at the knife intently.

The cold blade exuded an ancient atmosphere, and there was only one word engraved on one side of the blade...

Destroy!

There was no hilt.

"This... this knife has a history of at least several hundred years!" Kotetsu exclaimed.

"Who would hide a knife in a training doll?"

"Who knows!" Feiyuzhen smiled slightly. This knife might really belong to Tsugokuni Yoriichi, or it might not.

But he personally prefers the former.

The ancient sword appeared in the world, and Muzan's death was closer.

"Pull it out and have a look!" Feiyuzhen reached out to take the knife and muttered.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of everyone.

When they came to their senses, the ancient sword had disappeared.

"The knife... The knife is gone!"

"What a hateful guy!"

"Oh my, good knife, really a peerless good knife!" An extremely excited voice sounded.

Looking at the sound, it was Kotsuzuka Hotaru.

This guy came here just by smelling the smell.

"Hahahaha, I must restore it to its former glory!"

"Sharpen the knife, let's go sharpen the knife!"

"Hahaha!"

"So happy!"

Tetsuzuka Hotaru threw a well-made Nichirin sword to Tanjiro, and then he held the ancient sword in both hands and walked into the woods like a devout believer.

"What...what's going on?"

"I don't know. By the way, where did Mr. Hotaru come from?"

"What?!"

"It turned out to be that stubborn adult, Tetsuzuka Hotaru!"

"Forget it, professional matters should be left to professionals!" Touma spread his hands and smiled slightly.