Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Chapter 254

This is the obsession of Kokushibo, the figure it wants to chase after all its life.

Can't lose!

I can't lose yet, absolutely can't lose!

Its head turned into ashes, but its body didn't fall down. As the flesh and blood at the cut squirmed, an ugly spider head grew out.

Kokushibo broke through the limit, and its breath became stronger.

It was so hard to behead this guy once, and now the Upper String One, who is far beyond his prime, has returned, and no one will be able to defeat him.

"Why didn't you die, damn it!"

The pig, who was so happy just now, protested loudly.

Six crimson eyes stared at the four people, and they felt a chill on their backs.

Kokushibo surpassed his prime, but they consumed too much physical strength, and even the state of the stripes could not be maintained for long.

It moved, the hollow crying god made a buzzing sound, and the giant round moon blade was launched.

Breath of the Moon·16th Form·Moon Rainbow·Lone Moon Activated!

The giant bright purple blade wind fell from the sky like a towering tree, and countless blue blade winds were wrapped in it.

Boom!

The earth trembled, the air made waves, and the breath of destruction surged like a surging wave.

A series of golden sword sounds echoed in the empty corridor.

As the blade wind disappeared into nothingness, Huali Ge smashed the wall behind him and fainted on the spot.

Xuantu half-knelt on the ground, with exposed wounds all over his body.

Beimingyu Xingming spat out a mouthful of blood, protecting Zhuzhu behind him, he grasped the bloody chain and said:

"Inosuke, run, find support, and be sure to take this news out!"

"Damn it, damn it, impossible!"

"No, I will never leave!"

Inosuke's veins popped up, and he tightly grasped the golden sword.

Kokushibo walked towards the two of them step by step, domineering.

At this moment, it was the strongest swordsman.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a blade cutting through the air behind it.

Clang——!

It waved its hand casually, and the flying Nichirin Sword turned into fragments all over the sky. Ichiro's hoarse and weak voice sounded, full of sarcasm.

"Ancestor, are you worthy of being my ancestor?"

"Look at you, a monster!"

"How do you look like a swordsman!"

"You have abandoned the heart of a swordsman!"

These were Ichiro's sincere words, which he wanted to say from the beginning of the fight.

If there was such an ancestor, he would not agree.

Hearing this, Kokushibo was stunned.

The flying fragments were mirrors, reflecting its ugly face.

"Is this still me?" Kokushibo murmured, and its hand holding the knife was shaking.

"Is this the posture of a samurai?"

"Is this really what I want?"

"Yuichi, tell me!"

It roared, with a look of disbelief on its face.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh——!

Several fragments of the Nichirin sword pierced into Kokushibo's body, first with a small gap, then with cracks spreading around, and its body was collapsing.

In a trance, the scene in its eyes changed.

In the empty yard, there was a child with a ponytail practicing sword, he was full of vigor, that was Tsugikoku Iwakatsu.

Not far away, there was a dull, silly-looking child, staring at Iwakatsu intently, that was Iwakatsu's twin brother, Tsugikoku Yuichi.

"Is your brother's dream to become the strongest samurai in this country?" The childish voice sounded, but with the most sincere emotion.

Iwakatsu was dumbfounded when he heard his brother speak so fluently, and almost forgot to breathe.

Because his brother had never spoken since he was a child, everyone thought he was dumb.

"Yes, I must become the strongest samurai!" he replied with a smile.

"Then I also want to be a samurai. Since my brother wants to be the strongest, I will be the second strongest!" Yunyi smiled brightly and took out a bamboo flute from his arms.

This bamboo flute was made by Yansheng himself a few years ago. He once said: "If someone bullies you, blow the flute and your brother will come to protect you."

But according to the family's rules, Yunyi will be sent to the temple soon.

Twins are an ominous symbol in this era, especially Yunyi's natural markings.

But gradually, Yunyi's amazing talent was revealed, and his father, the head of the clan, had the idea of changing the heir.

The identities of the two brothers were reversed, and Yansheng, who had always pitied his younger brother, became the poor man.

Later, his mother died. After Yunyi said goodbye to his brother, he went to the temple alone and said that he would cherish the flute given by his brother.

Even though the flute had become a broken flute that could only play out-of-tune music.

As time went by, Yan Sheng lived a stable life for more than ten years. He got married and had children. He lived a leisurely and boring life every day. He felt that age was the key to his life.The passage of the moon became slow.

But this peace was broken. When he was camping in the wild, he was attacked by a demon, which made the originally stagnant time move.

The missing Yoriichi appeared, killed the demon, and saved Iwakatsu.

And Yoriichi's swordsmanship has reached the extreme. The moment he saw his brother, Iwakatsu's original peace was destroyed, and his internal organs were burned again because of jealousy and hatred.

Later, the fire of jealousy burned more and more, and Jigoku Iwakatsu abandoned everything and became the strongest upper string, becoming Kokushibo.

The last time the two brothers met was sixty years later. Yoriichi, who was more than eighty years old, still had the peak strength and almost killed his brother with a knife.

But human life is limited after all, and he died.

The angry Kokushibo cut his brother's body in half, and the flute that the brother gave to his brother when they were five years old was also cut off.

A broken flute, Yoriichi cherished it all his life.

At this moment, Kokushibo cried.

The strongest ghost hunter has passed away, but Kokushibo's desire to not lose to anyone and his obsession with winning have become stronger.

Clang——!

The hollow crying god fell down, and the sound of the golden sword broke the death-like silence. Kokushibo suddenly came back to his senses.

Most of its body has disappeared.

A lament sounded:

"Why was I born into this world? Tell me, Yoriichi!"

As soon as the words fell, Kokushibo completely turned into ashes, and it left another sentence for his descendants.

"My name is Jiguo Yansheng, juniors, keep the two bamboo flutes for me!"

The broken clothes fell to the ground, and the two bamboo flutes rolled out.

The younger brother has carried this flute for a lifetime, and the older brother has also carried it for a lifetime.