Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Xuantu gnashed his teeth in anger. He looked at the hand ghost with anger and sadness, as if the whole world was collapsing before his eyes.

Each of the eleven masks represented a life that had passed away, and they were all relics of his senior brothers and sisters.

The hand ghost's boastful face made him feel sick, and he roared like thunder, "I will kill you, I will make you never reincarnate!"

"Asshole!"

Xiantu tightly grasped the sun wheel sword in his hand, his nails deeply sunk into the palm, blood flowed from between his fingers, but he did not feel any pain.

He finally understood why the master tried his best to retain him. He was afraid of losing his apprentice again, and he did not want to cause his apprentice to lose his life because of his own fault.

Every time a master lost a disciple, his heart was broken, but the final selection was so cruel.

Xiantu was like a mad beast, roaring and rushing towards the hand ghost. In an instant, the overwhelming dark green arms attacked and covered the sky.

"Water Breathing·Pick-up Form·Life Flow!"

He spun and tumbled like a dragon, and each rotation drove the surrounding airflow to form a wave-like blade wind, which swept the ugly arm into it and crushed it.

The Sun Wheel Sword turned into a cold light, with a sharp momentum, like a surging wave, slapping towards the hand ghost.

In an instant, the broken arms and limbs poured down with the blood rain, but the hand ghost's recovery ability far exceeded the imagination of the rabbit. Its arm can always be restored as soon as it is cut off.

This guy is different from other ghosts. It has eaten too many people. If it weren't for its own problems, it would have obtained the blood ghost technique long ago.

While fighting, the hand ghost boasted about the process of killing the disciples of Urokodaki, taking the opportunity to disturb the heart of the rabbit.

"I remember the last little ghost was a guy who liked to laugh, so I tore her mouth first. Her screams were much better than her laughter, hehe!"

"Shut up!"

"Asshole!"

Xiantu was even more angry, which caused his breathing rhythm to be much more chaotic. The hand ghost took advantage of the opportunity and punched him in the head.

"Water Breathing·Eighth Type·Takitsubo!"

A plain voice sounded, and Yiyong blocked the attack. His eyes were red. He was also angry about the experience of his senior brothers and sisters, but he did not lose his mind.

Xiantu and Yiyong are close friends. One is full of justice, hates evil but is more reckless; the other is taciturn but calm.

Just like the sea, there are storms and warm sunny days.

"Xiantu, calm down, it is irritating you!" Yiyong said one of the few long sentences. In his heart, Xiantu's life is far more important than his own.

But geniuses have their own pride. Furious, Xuantu didn't listen at all and rushed forward again.

His reduced rationality caused a flaw in his body movements, but because of Yiyong, the flaw could be completely ignored.

This is the strength of Yiyong. He can always analyze the situation calmly and cooperate with his teammates to attack.

The two of them advanced all the way, getting closer and closer to the body of the hand ghost. Revenge was just around the corner. Xuantu became more radical and he distanced himself from Yiyong.

Finally, the two who cooperated very well had a blank period. At the same time, two more arms suddenly appeared on the battlefield. The hand ghost had hidden a hand, and it was waiting for now.

Yiyong quickly cut off one of them. Just as he was about to protect Xuantu, he heard a metal breaking sound, and his Sun Wheel Sword broke.

In a hurry, he blocked the attack of the hand ghost with his body. Looking at his best friend flying backwards, Xuantu's mind was blank.

At this moment, Fei Yuzhen, with a smile on his face, intervened on the battlefield. He caught Yiyong and quickly cut open his palm to squeeze the blood into his mouth.

Yiyong, who was almost unconscious, tasted the fishy and salty taste. Through his blurred vision, he saw Santu fighting in the distance and Fei Yuzhen feeding him blood.

Fei Yuzhen quickly moved away from the battlefield with Yiyong in his arms, and his voice full of trust sounded.

"Santu, Yiyong is fine, my blood can heal the wound!"

"Let's settle the new sorrows and old grudges together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Santu's eyes became extremely firm and shining. He cut off the arm that the hand ghost attacked with a knife and said:

"Leave it to me next!"

"Thank you!"

At this moment, Santu's state of mind has been greatly improved and grown, and this change is crucial for a swordsman who pursues kendo.

He adjusted his breathing while dodging the attack of the hand ghost. Finally, the powerful him is back again.

This time, even without the help of his best friend, he can still stand alone.

Fei Yuzhen carried Yiyong aside. When he saved Yiyong, a thought flashed through his mind, that is, to cut off the hand ghost.

But he changed his mind and gave up. After all, it was useless. At least for the suggestion of Santu and YiyongSheng has no help.

Giyuu's heart knot stems from his dead sister and dead best friend. Now that Santo is alive, he won't have a heart knot.

Finally, he will talk a few more times to help Giyuu get out of the psychological shadow of guilt for his sister's death.

As for Santo, it seems that he has grown up.

This time, the most perfect water breathing duo will walk out of Fujiki Mountain.

Fei Yuzhen folded his hands in front of his chest, leaned against the big tree and quietly watched Santo go for revenge, in a good mood.

What he has to do is to help the future pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps grow as much as possible. After all, it is not enough for him alone to kill Muzan.

To carry out a just group fight against Muzan.

Suddenly, a piercing scream broke through the night sky. The sound was like a sharp claw scratching on a blackboard frantically, which made people feel painful.

The one who made the sound was the hand ghost. He could live so long, so he naturally had a back-up plan. He could not use it, but he could not do without it.

The most unwilling one was the hand ghost, it really hoped that it would never have to use this backup plan in this life.

Unexpectedly, it was disturbed by the red-haired little ghost today, and it hated Fei Yuzhen to death.

After the roar ended, ten pairs of scarlet eyes lit up in the forest, and then ten evil ghosts rushed out from all sides of the forest and swarmed towards Xuantu.

Having ruled Tengxi Mountain for decades, the hand ghost naturally subdued some of his younger brothers. Those who were hunted by Fei Yuzhen and his five men were all ghosts who did not submit to the hand ghost.

It must be said that if he had not been trapped in Tengxi Mountain, the boss would have automatically cleaned up the door, after all, he was selfish and would not allow his subordinates to form a small gang.

Tengxi Mountain trapped the hand ghost and saved its life.

The ten ghosts that rushed out stopped Xuantu, and the hand ghost ran madly towards the woods behind him.

"Damn it!"

"Stop right there, you bastard!"

Fei Yuzhen, who was watching from a distance, shook his head helplessly. This hand ghost had a lot of tricks, but he couldn't let this guy run away.

It must die today, and it must die at the hands of Mr. Urokotaki's disciples.

"I just want to take revenge, why are you making trouble? You're always looking for trouble for me, alas!"

He took a step forward, holding the hilt of the knife with his right hand, his eyebrows curved, his tone lazy, and his eyes flashing with ferocity.

The triumphant hand ghost didn't even forget to look back. He decided to hide well for the next few days, and one day he would be able to tear Urokotaki's disciples to pieces.

Unfortunately, it and Fei Yuzhen's golden eyes met, and the other glared at it, smiling like a nightmare.

"The Breath of Tao·Thunder Type·Qilin!"

PS: There are two more chapters in the evening, and three chapters today.