Dramatic Blade

There was a thunderous roar in the sky.

The mountain torrents were rushing, and the evil spirits in the cannibal village were wailing. They struggled in the torrent, but they were submerged before they could spit out any vicious curses.

The lush forests stretching down from the mountains are like weak grass at this time, they are washed down by the muddy river in the blink of an eye, and buried by the mud and rocks flowing down the water roaringly, making a scream of breaking.

On the mountain torrent sweeping all living beings, the sky was covered by clouds and fog. The dense fog seemed to be low above people's heads. There was a faint flash of thunder in the sky, followed by loud noises. For a while, people didn't know it was thunder. The sound or the sound of the torrent is more terrifying.

Ji Guoyansheng remembered that every time it was rainy, his younger brother would always run to his mother's room before the rain fell, as if he had become timid and cowardly because of the thunder, and he couldn't do without it, even at night They must sleep in the mother's outhouse.

Yuanyi was always silent, everyone thought he was born deaf and dumb, and he was always locked in the most remote room, living a life that was completely different from himself as the heir.

If it wasn't for his mother's furious protest that was almost like a madman, he would have been killed when he was a baby because his father was afraid of the strange birthmark on his forehead.

As the heir, Ji Guoyansheng told himself that he must have a broad mind and take good care of his younger brother.

But when did it start?

Ji Guoyansheng recalled that sentence again.

【Brother's wish, is to become the strongest warrior in this country?Then I'll be the second strongest samurai in this country. 】

After uttering this fluent and fluent words, Yuanyi who had been silent all this time showed a smile.

It's disgusting.

This feeling spread to Ji Guoyansheng's limbs and bones in an instant.

It's disgusting.

Like the fluency of words and this smile, everything started to change.

He has always dreamed of becoming a great samurai, and he feels a great sense of powerlessness - obviously as long as he works hard, he can make continuous progress, but the achievements of these hard work, in front of his younger brother, who is the real chosen son, are still like a turtle. Generally, there is no comparison.

Ji Guo Yuan Yi, who was born strong, was always by his side only when he knew his mother's physical condition. Ji Guo Yuan Yi, who left home in order to better inherit the family business, didn't care about the inheritance of swordsmanship. Ordinary and ordinary Ji Guoyuan...

Jiguo Yuanyi, who lived a long life and died in front of him beyond the limit of markings.

Everything is a nightmarish shadow standing in front of Ji Guoyansheng, even if he swipes his knife to split open the old and withered corpse, that smile is always with him.

It's disgusting.

The mountain torrent became harmless when it reached the foot of a gentle slope. Hei Si Mou was still dressed as a ronin, kneeling upright on a rock with only one seat, and the dirty torrent flowed through his body like a river. On his side, the depth of the water was only up to his knees, and the wind was very light, and a few drops of water wet his sleeves.

Two men waded in and stopped behind him.

The shower began to fall, and Hei Si Mou woke up from his unsuccessful meditation, and calmly held the knife beside him.

"What a nasty rainy day." He sighed without any waves, and stood up.

"Hateful rainy day?" However, the ghost behind him with sharp eyes and ears heard his words, and the corners of his lips raised an arc that would make people feel subtly angry at first glance.

The water wind blew the black forehead hair, the ghost slightly raised his head, and said with a smile: "One of the top strings we have admired for a long time is afraid of thunder..."

He paused every word and said maliciously, "Brother Jiguo?"

Hei Si Mou's figure disappeared instantly.

The collision of knives produced dazzling sparks and noises. Only this knives, Nura Rikusheng and Asahikawa, could feel Heishimou's strength and extremely terrifying swordsmanship attainments for a moment.

He didn't use breathing techniques, nor did he use any overly delicate techniques. It was just a flying knife. Asahikawa reacted in time and pulled out the Mimigiri Maru to block it, but his arm was still numb from the shock. Taking a step back, the hem of the clothes and the water were blowing.

But he is not afraid to laugh back. Facing the enemy, he has always only had a calm mind and killing madness. These two contradictory things have always been maintained very well in Asahikawa's body, and people don't know how he did it. .

Chaorichuan gritted his teeth for a while, looked at the ghost in front of him, and even expressed joy and sarcasm at some new discovery in his tone: "It's really six eyes, how disgusting."

A moonlight-like full and sharp knife arc cut across the river in an instant, forcing Heishimou back.

One of the top strings, Hei Si Mou, six eyes are like blood-red leaves dissatisfied with deeper red bloodshot eyes, only the middle eyes are engraved with words, his eyes are calm and unwavering, but it makes people feel weird when they look at them and powerless.

His aura and aura were like an unattainable mountain, and when he turned back and fell into the water and stood quietly, it spread majesticly.

Hei Si Mou: "The painter's ghost... all of this is your conspiracy."

After being imprisoned by strange talks for so long, if Hei Si Mou didn't even have this kind of brains, how could he become one of the top players.

Chaorichuan let out an "ah" without regret for a moment, and said shamelessly, "That is the handwriting of a crazy painter, so it has nothing to do with me Chaorichuan."

Hei Si Mou: "..."

The greeting has already been said, and Nuliang Rikusheng on the side laughed, and the next second it turned into a black flame and disappeared on the river.

In the battle with one of the upper strings, they are destined to see blood and die endlessly.

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Tanjirou Kamado stopped, and wiped his sweat panting.

Butterfly looked at the darkening sky, and said at the right time: "Let's go here first today."

Yu Sui Tianyuan threw down the knife, still feeling awkward all over his body, and he was also sweating profusely, frowning and thinking: "How to put it, it still feels a bit wrong, and the original knife path of Heyinzhixi is similar but not the same, but it is more difficult for people to go along with it." Proceed with feeling instead of taking the breath of echo."

"Huh, I think it's not bad." Purgatory Xingshoulang also stopped his movements, his whole body was full of exuberant excitement and heartiness, "Thanks for your hard work, Zaomen boy!"

Kamado Tanjiro happily replied: "You're welcome, this is what I should do!"

The gathering of the nine pillars is not like in the Asakusa Ghost Story to train the members of the Demon Slayer Squad. That method is not applicable now. Every member of the Demon Slayer Squad has their own strengths and weaknesses However, the development of the times is to make these strengths more effective. In addition to relying on the body and breathing alone, there are many weapons and props that are simpler and more convenient than those in the Taisho period.

Now their gathering is instead exercising their own abilities and carrying out new practices.

After the sky darkened, the Nine Pillars still had to return to their original positions to work.

Kanroji Mitsuri said: "Isn't it time for Mr. Asahikawa and Mr. Youkai to enter the ghost talk?"

A while after the Zhuhe meeting, Asahikawa calculated the time of the mountain torrent in Cannibal Village through the information at the mouth of the well. Because of the time flow and the opening of the strange talk, they had to enter accurately and in time, so they only sent the letter with the crow The pillars were notified, but not face to face.

"Yes, it's today."

Bei Ming Yu Xing meditated a scripture, put his hands together, "I hope they go well."

One of the top strings, just this number is enough to show how strong the enemy is. Even with Nura Rikusheng and the home court advantage, everyone will not think that they can easily win.

"Fortunately, for us, the time for their battle will not be very short compared to reality. We will know the result tomorrow morning." Yuhao Tianyuan has entered the cannibal village, so he understands the situation better.

After solving the crazy painter's strange talk, the next step is the final decisive battle.

Whether it's Onimiya Tsuji or Abe Seimei, although the cooperation between the two parties is extremely plastic, they all know that if one party launches an attack on the Demon Slayer Team or the Nuliang Team, the other party will definitely take advantage of it.

The pillars have accelerated their search for ghosts, and now is the best time. Oniwu Tsuji and his ghosts have all left the concealment of the monsters, as if a layer of shadow skin has been torn off to hide their ugliness. Many of the ghosts were wiped out by the Ghost Killing Squad.

The Ghost Killing Team naturally has the momentum to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but they forget that no one will be prepared for the coming of any battle.

In the middle of the night, a fist-sized eyeball-like creature crawled to the top-secret mansion of a middle-class man in the deep mountains with his meridian-like green-red tentacles.

As the saying goes, the big hides in the city and the small hides in the forest. For Ubuyashiki, he is unwilling to hurt more people because of the sneak attack of ghosts. Most of the houses where he hides are in very remote places.

On the night when Asahikawa and Nuliang Rikusheng raced against time to jump into the well to eliminate the last strange talk, the sound of sliding doors opened and closed in the mountains that should have been deserted.

The sound is layered and echoed.

As if the drumbeat kicked off the prelude to the frenzy, the shadows of countless ghosts appeared in the mountains and forests.

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No misfortune came to sneak attack XD

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