Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

"If a few years pass, I will definitely not be weaker than you!"

Fei Yuzhen tore off his tattered uniform, revealing his firm and tight muscles. Some of the knife wounds had already scabbed over, and he said confidently.

"Arrogant boy!" Kokushibo glanced at him and said disdainfully. In his heart, except for Tsugikoku Yoriichi, no swordsman could surpass him.

"You haven't seen what is powerful yet!"

Just then, a dull sound came, and then a powerful force gushed out from the blade in his hand.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The heartbeat-like sound became faster and louder. The next moment, the blade seemed to come alive and opened its golden eyes.

Whether it was the blade, the handle or the hilt, they were all covered with eyeballs.

Kokushibo's sword was called the Void Crying God. This was the first stage of power release. The pressure doubled immediately, and the ground under its feet sank.

Fei Yuzhen held up the Sun Wheel Sword, the silver light bloomed, a pair of fiery red wings gradually grew, the Fire Form·Suzaku activated, the Thunder Form·Qilin activated, and he burst out with the strongest power since swinging the sword.

In an instant, a brilliant silver light cut through the dark night sky, like a meteor with wings on the side falling rapidly. Kokushibo, who had released his weapon, did not even bother to use the Transparent Realm.

It wanted Fei Yuzhen to see what power and strength were.

Moon Breath·Pick-up Form·Piercing Face Slash·Luo Yue activated.

Two circles of jagged huge blades whistled out with thousands of crescent blade winds, and the two circles of jagged huge blades were like the mouth of a ferocious beast, trying to swallow Fei Yuzhen.

Where the blades intersected, there was a harsh friction sound, and the entire cliff was shocked by this powerful force and began to tremble violently, and the blood-colored and silver fighting spirit divided this world.

"Boom!"

The next second, a rock broke away, and their clash abruptly cut off the cliff.

A ten-meter-square irregular rock fell off the cliff and fell into the water with a splash. There was a lake under the cliff.

As the mountain wind blew away the flying dust, Feiyuzhen and Kokushibo stood opposite each other, with only five meters between the man and the ghost.

Feiyuzhen's upper body was full of knife wounds, one of which was a narrow and long knife wound extending from the left shoulder to the right lung, but fortunately, the bones were not injured.

He was panting, and although his face showed pain, the corners of his mouth were raised high, after all, Kokushibo's pale face was black.

The ghost itself was not hurt at all, but what was interesting was that only half of the hollow crying god was left, and the other half was stuck at Kokushibo's feet.

The greatest humiliation for a swordsman is not death, but having his weapon cut off, especially for a proud guy like Kokushibo.

"Human!"

"I'll take your life!"

Its voice was trembling, not because of fear, but because of extreme anger, its six eyes were "breathing fire".

"Hahahaha... the sword is broken... cough cough cough!" Feiyuzhen laughed and vomited blood, thinking that maybe he should find an opportunity to break through Kokushibo's defense and run away.

He just superimposed the two sword skills of Suzaku and Qilin, and with the help of Man Yue, he assembled the price of injury and wanted to cut off one of Kokushibo's arms.

Who knew that the Hollow Crying God actually had a bit of the intention to protect the master, causing Feiyuzhen to only cut off the sword.

It's normal to think about it, after all, the Hollow Crying God was made of Kokushibo's blood and flesh.

Time went back to the moment they fought, there was always a pair of eyes watching this battle, and Kocho Shinobu never thought of abandoning Feiyuzhen.

She covered her mouth with both hands, trying not to make a sound, and even slowed down her breathing rhythm a lot. She had only one purpose, that is, to find an opportunity to sneak attack one of the upper strings.

Just by looking at her from a distance, she knew that kind of battle was not something she could intervene in. After all, even Zhen was injured. Looking at the wounds on his body, Butterfly Nin felt her heart bleed.

She held the hilt tightly, and the remaining wisteria poison on her body was all in it. She wanted to help Zhen, even if it was just a little help.

At this moment, the Hollow Crying God had grown back and became longer, and a misplaced forked blade had grown on the blade.

This was its true form, and Kokushibo was really angry.

Just as it was about to swing the knife, a lightning-like figure suddenly appeared behind it. Shinobu was waiting for this moment, after all, Kokushibo's attention was all on Touma.

She used all her strength and stabbed Kokushibo's back with a rapier, but she had no time to dodge.

Kokushibo didn't even bother to take a look. He held the knife with both hands and swung it back. The Eighth Form: Moon Dragon Wheel Tail was activated, and the blood-colored dragon tail came with the breath of death.

Shinobu Kocho only felt a chill spreading from the soles of her feet to her entire body.The coolness was like an icy hand, tightly grasping her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Her body trembled involuntarily, as if every cell was frozen into ice, and even the blood seemed to have stopped flowing.

Was she going to die?

However, the purple wisteria poison was injected into the ghost's body, and it finally helped Zhen.

When she was dying, the purple eyes locked on Fei Yuzhen, which contained endless tenderness and deep reluctance.

All this happened too suddenly, and Fei Yuzhen was too late even if he used the fastest speed.

His face was hideous, he was hysterical, and he was almost crazy.

No no no no no!

Fei Yuzhen, you can die, but you can't bear to die!

Move quickly!

At this moment, break through the limit!

Fei Yuzhen shouted in his heart.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. His upper body turned red visibly, like a boiled crab. His heart was like an internal combustion engine that never stopped, making a sound like a bell.

With a crisp sound, he blocked Kocho Shinobu and the Kage-goddess. The strong blade wind engulfed the two like a storm.

But in the blood-red color where no light could be seen, the bright silver tore a crack. Kocho Shinobu was safe and sound, but was blown away by the residual power.

She hit a tree and spit out a mouthful of blood. Her vision became more and more blurred.

Fei Yuzhen filled the picture in front of her. She saw a dragon and then fainted.

That's right, Fei Yuzhen's body temperature even broke through 39 degrees, and his heartbeat reached 230 per minute, far exceeding the conditions for the stripes to open.

A black dragon-shaped pattern spread from his left chest, and the dragon head stopped beside his left eye. His eyes were blood red, and only the golden pupils radiated the sun-like brilliance.

Kokushibo was shocked. This guy's aura did not just rise a little bit, it was a qualitative change.

The blazing red knife aimed at its neck and chopped it. Even if Kokushibo dodged in time, there was still a one-centimeter-deep blood mark on its neck.

Feiyuzhen opened the stripes, but his stripes did not appear because he was on the verge of death.

The way he opened the stripes was the first person in ancient and modern times.

His stripes were born for love and for protection.