Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

The black projectiles pierced through the void like black lightning. The attack range of this move was extremely wide, covering almost all directions.

He couldn't dodge it, he was definitely dead!

At least Peilang thought so. No matter how fast the knife was, how could it be faster than a gun?

At this critical moment, a grand flame vortex twisted around Kyojuro, and the burning blade wind scattered out.

Breath of Flame·Fourth Form. The Grand Flame Vortex was activated, and only the sound of clanging golden swords colliding was heard, and the projectile was bounced off.

Even the shadow wolves close to Kyojuro disappeared, and the blazing flames were enough to burn everything.

Seeing this, Peilang spat, and the shadow wolves surrounded Kyojuro again, and the number was three times that of before.

"Bang bang bang!"

Countless gunshots instantly broke the silent night, and the dense bullets pounced on Kyojuro like locusts passing through.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, which almost suffocated people. The whole warehouse was filled with flames and smoke.

Even in the face of such intensive attacks, Kyojuro still laughed. The more severe the test, the more he could hone his sword skills. He waved the knife in his hand, and the red flame formed a three-meter-high hurricane of fire.

"Right now, break through the limit!"

"Hahaha!"

Kyojuro's hearty laughter was like bamboo shoots after the rain, bursting out the vigor of life and the unique passion of swordsmen.

Peilang and Feiyuzhen on the side were staring at the flame that had never been extinguished.

"Come on, brother!"

"Come on, brother!"

Feiyuzhen raised his arms and shouted, like a fanatical cheering fan. He was comparable to a cheering group.

"Tsk!" Peilang rolled his eyes at Feiyuzhen and sneered in his heart, "No matter how strong the sword skills are, it's just a sword after all, far inferior to guns, a rubbish sword!"

At this moment, Kyojuro, who was unharmed, rushed in front of it again, and slashed its neck with the fiery red blade.

But Kyojuro didn't feel any real slash, because half of Peilang's neck completely turned into a quagmire-like shadow, and its blood demon technique removed the power of the Nichirin Sword's slash.

Seeing that the sword was about to be swallowed by the shadow quagmire, Kyojuro quickly pulled it out, but there were other things that left Peilang's body.

It was a time bomb and the countdown on it had returned to zero.

It planned to die with Kyojuro, but how could a ghost be killed by a bomb?

Fortunately, Kyojuro reacted quickly, and he kicked the bomb into the air with an upward kick.

With a bang, Kyojuro flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. Because of his timely reaction, he was only slightly affected.

He hurriedly took off his burning haori, ignoring the slight burns on his upper body, and slashed upward, activating the Flame Breathing Type II. Ascending Blaze.

This slash split half of Peilang's shoulder, but there was no blood gushing out, and the cross section was all dark shadows like a quagmire.

"Hahaha!"

"Die!"

Peilang's face was hideous, because there was a Gatling gun hidden in the cut.

Kyojuro immediately turned the blade and chopped down Peilang before the Gatling gun turned.

But the gun had already merged with his flesh and blood, and Kyojuro was still shot several times, and blood kept oozing from his left shoulder, where there were several bullet holes.

All the bullets from the Gatling gun poured into the "audience seats" on the side, and Feiyuzhen ran and cursed.

"Damn it!"

"The audience is innocent!"

After a while, the "thump thump" sound stopped, and half of the warehouse wall was covered with dense small holes, and white moonlight shone in from the holes.

Kyojuro endured the severe pain and rushed forward decisively. The Flame Breathing·Five Type·Flame Tiger was activated, and an angry tiger opened its bloody mouth and bit Peilang.

In an instant, countless black wolf shadows gathered towards the warehouse from all directions, and these shadows merged into Peilang's flesh and blood like armor.

Blood Demon Art·Luhuoqiang·War Disaster Array Wolf was activated.

Its body began to swell, and finally turned into a werewolf form, and Kyojuro's attack was bounced off again.

Fei Yuzhen on the side frowned. It seemed that he was really bad when he met the Lower String Two.

The most important thing was that Peilang's shadow was too buggy. That thing could absorb the Sun Wheel Sword.

It punched Kyojuro's injured left shoulder, and the powerful force directly caused the bullet embedded in the flesh to penetrate his shoulder.

But Kyojuro also cut off one of Peilang's arms.

The two briefly distanced themselves.

The shadow at Peilang's wound squirmed wildly, and when the arm grew back, it had a samurai sword in its hand.

Before it became a ghost, it was originally a swordsman who believed in Bushido, until he was shot to death and mocked by the soldiers, and then he gave up his belief in the sword.Because of the constant shooting of his head with a gun, Peilang lost some of his memories, but Kyojuro's powerful swordsmanship made him remember everything.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Peilang roared, and the flesh and blood on his body began to gather towards the sword. Gradually, a long sword that kept dripping black flesh and blood condensed.

It held high the giant sword that was more than ten meters long. As it moved, a powerful momentum emanated from the sword, as heavy as a mountain, pressing people to breathe.

It swung hard, with the momentum of a mountain crushing an egg, and smashed towards Kyojuro fiercely.

At this time, Kyojuro felt unprecedented pressure, but he did not retreat. Instead, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

He held his Sun Wheel Sword tightly, raised the corner of his mouth, and saw the rose-red fire rising from the soles of his feet.

In an instant, the endless fire spread rapidly with the momentum of a prairie fire, and in the blink of an eye, Kyojuro was completely wrapped in it.

The ground beneath his feet began to crack. As the cracks continued to expand, the entire ground began to sink, forming a huge pit.

The air in the warehouse became extremely hot, and Peilang's sword was melting.

Breath of Flame·Nine Type·Secret. Purgatory.

Named after Purgatory, it is an undefeated fire of karma, enough to burn everything.

Kyojuro was like the brightest meteor in the night sky. He moved straight forward, unstoppable.

Peilang's shadow melted and evaporated, and his sword was split in two.

The Sun Wheel Sword drew a graceful arc in the air, like a rose-colored firework blooming.

Gun and sword, the sword won.

As the flames dissipated, Kyojuro's majestic figure stood firm, with a victorious smile on his face.

Peilang's body fell, and he stared at Kyojuro intently, remembering everything in his life.

At this moment, Kyojuro reminded him of himself who pursued kendo, the purest kendo, the invincible sword.

"Purgatory Kyojuro, your kendo... is very strong!"

"I hope you can always be like this!"

"I am Kitayu Kei, and I deserve to lose!"

The smile on Kyojuro's face was like the sun at noon, and he laughed heartily, saying:

"Thank you for remembering my name!"

"Go to hell to atone for your sins!"