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Ultrasonic waves that can easily and instantly collapse the human body appear.

The air rippled fiercely like a substance, dispersing the raised dust, and even the nearby ground was violently shaken and cracked.

But this attack, which was like an ultrasonic weapon, was simply shouted directly from the throat.

"Cruel pressure on Naraku".

"Hey, he ran so fast."

Holding his bleeding neck, Xing Potian looked at the figure in the distance with a trace of blood flowing from his ears with an unkind expression. With a wave of his hand, several ferocious wooden dragons pounced on him again.

But this time, something surprised Poitian happened.

He looked at the figure torn apart by the wooden dragon and frowned slightly in confusion.

"Afterimage?"

After a quick glance around, his brows furrowed even more tightly: "It's strange... I can't sense the specific location of the human aura."

At this time, behind the blind spot of Xian Botian's vision, a figure was approaching quickly and quietly.

But before the light blue long knife could be slashed out again, the ground under the opponent's feet suddenly bulged, and then a huge wooden dragon's head rushed out, opened its bloody mouth, and bit down hard. .

However, what was left behind this time was still just a beautiful afterimage as misty as mist.

And this is also the last form of Kasumi's Breath, the "Hazy" originally created by Muichiro Tokitoru, which has a strange footwork.

The figure is as turbulent as a cloud, disturbing the enemy. When it appears, it will give others the illusion of being as slow as a turtle, but when it disappears, it only takes a moment.

In this special state, even Kirilenko couldn't catch Muichiro Tokitoru at all for a while. It can be said to be the ultimate dodge skill, but...

That's limited to single-target attacks.

"A slippery guy."

Xing Potian raised his hand, causing the two wooden dragons behind him to open their ferocious mouths, and aimed at a rough area in the distance to the side.

"Dong——"

As the loud drums echoed, the two wooden dragons emitted destructive sound waves directly from their mouths, roared and released dense lightning in a huge range, blasting through like missiles washing the ground.

Its terrifying power is enough to easily shatter the earth.

But this time, after several afterimages dissipated, a real figure whose clothes were stained with blood was finally captured.

"'Yexia'."

With eight rapid, full-strength slashes, he dispersed several sound waves and lightning that just hit him, and prevented himself from being seriously injured that might lose his ability to continue fighting.

But even so, there was still some aftermath, and the Nichirin sword in Tokitoru Muichiro's hand hurt his fair and slender wrists.

Ignoring the severe pain, his body instinctively paused slightly and stopped in place.

And this also allowed Hate Potian's sight to catch him again, but...

This guy's appearance seems to have changed?

He looked at the opponent's left forehead and right cheek with some surprise at the cyan floating cloud texture that appeared at some point. Not only did his temperament become more ethereal, but it also added a bit of perfection. Gorgeous.

God sent clouds and smoke to half cover your face, so that the world cannot see your beautiful face.

"...Strange, this human's physical fitness seems to have improved overall."

Xing Potian looked indifferently at the figure that was dodging left and right towards him amid the sound waves and thunder and lightning bombardment, and calmly analyzed the battle situation.

Then, he determined a fact——

The other party is weaker than yourself.

next moment.

Without warning.

A strong wind that was extremely ferocious and powerful enough to easily crush a person into minced meat instantly enveloped the figure who was rushing forward, squeezing the space, and directly "pressed" a fan-shaped ball when it hit the ground. Huge pit.

Dead leaves and dust rose up, mixed with splashes of blood.

Muichiro Tokitoru, who was jumping in the air, calmly glanced at the cloth on his left calf that was stained red and soaked with blood: "...Hide slowly."

"caught you."

As for Hatian, who finally caught the opponent's flaw again, he banged the drum behind him without hesitation, using it as a medium to release a powerful attack.

"'Vampire Art·Stimulation'."

Under the reverberation of the drum, another wooden dragon sprayed out countless giant shock waves like a whale gun from its mouth, carrying out a diffuse range attack that was so destructive that even if the target of the attack was a ghost, it would be easily penetrated.

In this regard, Tokitoru Muichiro, who was in mid-air with no point of focus, obviously had no time to hide.

He opened his eyes wide and his pupils were constricted. He stared hard at the shock wave coming towards him and twisted the wrist holding the knife with all his concentration.

"'Kasumi's Breath·Three Types·Kasumi's Spray'!"

He stabilized his center of gravity, turned around, and swung the long light blue knife wrapped in the glow of the sun, slashing out a large-scale swirling slash in a flowing motion, facing the fierce shock wave that could easily penetrate the human body without giving up.

"Qiang——!"

The crisp sound of metal collision echoed.

Then a figure holding a blade flew out quickly, and finally hit a half-broken tree.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the ground red.

Muichiro Tokitoru knelt on one knee, holding the Nichirin sword with the blade inserted into the soil tightly in one hand to support his body, and covering his right abdomen with the other hand.

There was a big hole there.

The blood flowed out uncontrollably, causing severe pain and numbness from the wound, and constantly consuming precious physical strength and energy.

"It was not completely blocked...the wound was too big and there was no way to accurately stop the bleeding with breathing."

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his fair forehead. While Muichiro Tokitoro gritted his teeth, he was also calmly analyzing his current physical condition.

"You can't hold on any longer. It's only a matter of time before I kill you."

At this time, a cold voice came.

Muichiro Tokitoru reluctantly looked up and found that the man-eating evil ghost was slowly walking towards him, surrounded by a group of wooden dragons for protection.

"And even if you are not injured, you still can't defeat me. Even if you really cut off my head, it doesn't make any sense. After all, I am not my real body."

Hate Potian lowered his head and looked down at the blood-stained human being in front of him.

The crystal clear skin looked even whiter against the backdrop of the scarlet blood, and even gave people a thrilling and strange beauty, as well as a strong and sadistic attraction.

This guy must taste good.

The man-eating evil spirit thought so.

"Although I have been entangled and dragged here by you, I don't think those human brats who chased me can cut off my head."

Xing Botian said calmly.

"Perhaps the boy with the flame-shaped scar on his forehead is somewhat possible. After all, the breathing method used by that guy is very strange, but he has suffered serious injuries before and consumed a lot of physical strength, so just based on them... ....”

"Hey, you talk a lot. Are you a chatty person? Can you stop talking to me? You'll feel very annoying."

The evil ghost's words were interrupted, and his face couldn't help but become a little ugly.

But before he could say anything else, he saw the other party stretching out his slender fingers like jade green onions and pointing upward tiredly.

"And, didn't you notice?"

Muichiro Tokitoru looked at the evil ghost in front of him, blinked, and reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a beautiful smile.

"It's almost dawn."

Xing Botian was stunned for a moment.

Then he quickly looked up at the night sky and discovered that the bright moon was really about to set on the horizon.

And this situation also means that the sun's rays that they absolutely cannot overcome will appear and begin to shine on the earth, burning all evil spirits who dare not return to the darkness.

"...Kill you before dawn." Xing Botian said with an ugly expression.

After hearing this, Tokito Muichiro also used the Nichirin Sword to support his body, reluctantly stood up, and looked at the evil ghost in front of him with a calm expression.

The other party is right.

His current injury would not last until dawn.

And he was indeed not sure whether Kamado Tanjiro and the others could cut off the head of the original body. Before, he had only rationally judged the most reasonable distribution of combat power.

As for now?

All he has to do is to fulfill his duties as a pillar and continue to delay the opponent as much as possible until Tanjiro Kamado and the others succeed in attacking the main body of the wind at the last moment, or die here just like this.

"Phew... come on, let's continue."

The words just fell.

That half of the tree was completely shattered by several wooden dragons.

Muichiro Tokitoru, who successfully dodged, ignored his injuries and physical exhaustion, and forced himself into the special state of "Hazy" again, and his figure erraticly approached Hakuten.

The ghost-slaying blade was dripping with blood and glowing with a permeating cold light.

"锵————!!!"

Above the ruins, the melodious sound of swords echoed again.

And in the night that was about to be dispersed, the bright full moon was slowly setting.

Then, I don’t know how much time passed.

A light blue sun disk with a swastika shape is inserted diagonally into the ground.

Not far away, a figure as beautiful as an elf sat helplessly on the ground, leaning against the remains of the wooden dragon whose head had been beheaded behind her.

Muichiro Tokitoru looked up at the fish-belly white color that had appeared on the horizon, and his mint green pupils were a little blurry.

He is dying.

Looking down at the penetrating wound on his right abdomen that could no longer be suppressed, leaving only a numb feeling, Muichiro Tokidou calmly looked up at the evil ghost in the distance ahead who was completely indifferent to life.

In fact, he was always angry.

Different from the calmness he usually showed when he was in a daze, in fact, since he lost his memory, he has always had strong anger bursting from the bottom of his abdomen.

This anger has been driving him to train with all his heart and soul without stopping, and to constantly fight against evil spirits, even if he doesn't know the reason.

And now, looking at the evil ghost in front of him that seemed to overlap with a certain hateful figure in his lost memory, Muichiro Tokitou, who was on the verge of death, felt as if he was remembering something.

That is a home stained red with blood, that is the sense of despair seeping into the soul, that is the evil spirit that insults life, and...

A person who looked exactly like him died in front of his eyes.

Strange, right?

Not surprisingly.

After all, they are twins.

Unconsciously, a drop of crystal tears slipped from the corner of Tokitoru Muichiro's eyes, who had been seriously injured and had passed out. It was accompanied by a cry-like murmur full of emotion and humanity.

"......elder brother."

And this time.

A huge shadow enveloped him.

"A good swordsman, but you actually beheaded me twice."

Xing Potian covered his neck, which seemed to be aching, with his hands. He looked at the unconscious man in front of him expressionlessly. He smelled the sweet smell of blood in the air and couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick it. corner of mouth.

"It's almost dawn, and you've exercised enough before meals. Then...it's time to send you on your way."

As he spoke, he raised his hand casually, wanting to control the group of wooden dragons and deliver a massive final blow to the opponent.

But at this moment——

The smell of death enveloped him.

Hate Potian instinctively felt an unprecedented sense of horror. In front of his constricted pupils, a figure appeared at an unknown moment and was carefully picking up the unconscious ghost slayer.

The other party was wearing a rare blue and white robe, and there was a strange large white dumpling on his shoulder. The aura on his body...