Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

With the improvement brought by the stripes, Youichiro easily dodged Yuhu's fatal blow and used breathing to quickly stop the bleeding.

Even though he only had one-fifth of his sword left, he still chose to cover for his brother, and activated the Mist Breathing·Type 5·Dropping Mist, with ten light blue mist slashes stacked together.

In less than a breath, the blade wind merged into one, and the dazzling knife light cut off one of Yuhu's arms, and the latter retreated in pain.

Puff——

Youichiro's body was unstable and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. Wuyiro hurriedly supported his brother, and he took out the three thousand to save your life and gave it to his brother.

"Wuyiro, the next... I'll leave it to you!" Youichiro sat on the ground and said weakly, with a hideous bloody wound on his chest that penetrated his upper body.

Fortunately, his internal organs were not injured, otherwise it would be a disaster.

At this moment, Wuyiro's hands were shaking. If his brother couldn't do it, how could he do it?

This is the truest portrayal of his heart. He relies on his brother very much.

You Yilang was keenly aware of his brother's uneasiness. He raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile:

"Wu Yilang, I want to tell you that the "Wu" in your name means infinite "Wu". You have infinite possibilities!"

"You are the strongest genius!"

"Go ahead, I'll watch you here!"

The two brothers smiled at each other and then bit off the pills on their wrists together.

Wu Yilang's eyes became firm. The moment he turned around, a large piece of white mist rose up.

In the blink of an eye, he came to Yu Hu, and Yu Hu's broken arm was still recovering slowly. This was the suppression power of the red knife, and its combat power was greatly reduced.

A large piece of rosy clouds fell from the sky. In the seemingly light attack, there were dozens of sharp slashes hidden.

Clang clang clang——!

A series of crisp sounds of golden swords echoed under the night sky, and two residual images, one white and one blue, fought madly.

Wuyilang's eyes were extremely determined. He knew that he had to end the fight before the opponent's arm recovered. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity created by his brother to behead him.

This honor belongs to him and his brother.

The breathing of the clouds· Seventh form·Oboro is activated.

In an instant, with Wuyilang as the center, thick white clouds covered the space of dozens of meters in radius.

From a distance, it looked like a hemispherical pure white field.

In the clouds, Wuyilang's speed slowed down, at least in Yuhu's eyes.

This is not good, it is indeed a rubbish kid.

It muttered in its heart, while whirling its green fish tail wildly, trying to blow away the clouds.

Suddenly, Wuyilang approached Yuhu, who whipped it heavily with his tail. Wherever the tail passed, the air was like a frying pan, and the surrounding clouds were distorted.

Just when Yuhu thought he had hit it, Wuyilang suddenly accelerated and easily avoided it.

Soon, his speed slowed down again.

It felt like a game character when the network was stuck, seemingly standing still, but in the blink of an eye, he was on the line with the opponent.

One slow, one fast, one stuck, one smooth.

This is Wuyilang in Yuhu's eyes, extremely weird.

"Damn it!"

Yuhu, who lost his patience, waved his thick tail and intact left hand frantically.

Snap~ Snap~

Several live fish fell to the ground, and when Yuhu looked over, he found that Wuyilang's clothes were missing a piece, and he was overjoyed.

Hey!

It seems that he can touch it, hahaha!

The little brat, he only knows how to play tricks.

Yuhu's confidence soared, and he was waiting, waiting for his right arm to recover.

Little did he know that all this was intentional by Wuyilang, he deliberately let himself be touched, and deliberately let the opponent see this flaw.

Finally, he waited for the moment of the final kill.

He held the Sun Wheel Sword tightly with both hands, then swung it in the air, and chopped Yuhu from the right.

Hmm?

Yu Hu raised his left hand to grab the Sun Blade, his mouth curled up, and he was secretly happy.

Bastard, I knew you would attack my weakness.

Go to hell!

But soon, the smile on his face froze.

Because his hand grabbed nothing.

The next moment, the scorching red knife appeared on the left, and Wuyilang smiled.

His heart was stirred, and he repeated his brother's words, Wuyilang's nothing is infinite nothing.

You stupid ghost.

The red slash crossed the night sky, leaving a full crescent.

Yu Hu felt dizzy, and when he came to his senses, he saw his body fell down.

The white clouds covering the space dissipated in an instant. Muichiro, panting heavily, held a knife in one hand and looked at Yuhu coldly. He slowly said:

"Yuhu, I have bad news for you!"

"My brother and I are disciples of Tiandao Feiyuzhen."

"After you ran away from the master, you shouldn't have faced our lineage!"

"The ones who killed you were Tokito Muichiro and Tokito Yuichiro!"

"Go to hell, evil ghost!"

When Yuhu heard the five words "Tendao Feiyuzhen", his pupils suddenly shrank.

It hurt like his head exploded.

Muichiro retracted his knife, without looking at Yuhu again, but ran towards Youzhiro with a smile.

Only half of Yuhu's head was left, and he stared at the distance.

The two brothers, one sitting on the ground and the other jogging, with a smile on his face that he envied.

As a breeze blew slowly, Yuhu completely turned into ashes.

Upper String Five, Yuhu, go to hell!

It died in the hands of the person who should have killed it.

"Brother, are you okay!" Muichiro squatted down with a worried look on his face, looking at Youzhiro's wound with a beating heart.

"It won't die, anyway, the bleeding has stopped!" Youzhiro raised his hand, gently rubbed his brother's head, and then praised, "Muichiro, good job, you killed an upper string!"

"No, no, no! "Muichiro shook his head frantically, and then corrected, "My brother and I killed the upper string together."

Seeing his brother so persistent, Ichiro smiled and said, "Whatever you think!"

"By the way, compared to me, you should go see that guy."

Ichiro pointed to the shabby wooden house not far away. Through the open door, you can see a pool of blood and the hotaru Tetsuzuka who is still swinging the hammer.

But his smile is getting brighter and brighter, as if he has found some rare treasure.

His smile is like a demon.

Muichiro opened his mouth and murmured, "Mr. Tetsuzuka seems to have no idea that we have been here, and..."

At this point, Muichiro's pupils trembled, and he ran to the broken wooden house anxiously, shouting:

"Mr. Tetsuzuka, stop, you are bleeding too much!"

"You will die! "

The only response he got was the "clang clang clang" sound of forging iron.

Before the ancient sword was repaired, this world had nothing to do with Hotaru Tetsuzuka.

If Feiyu was really here, he would only say two words, awesome!

Ichiro took out his bottle of "Save Your Life Three Thousand" and threw it to his brother, saying speechlessly: "Damn, let this psychopath bleed to death!"

"He wants the sword but not his life!"

"Brother, there is only one sincere person like Mr. Tetsuzuka in the world, and he can't die!"

Muichiro took the potion and said with a smile.