Demon Slayer: I can create my own breathing

Watching the monster's arm sink into the wood and not be able to pull it out for the time being, he looked around and observed the safe place, which was a plane tree, on which they used to fight when they were children.

The sycamore tree is not too tall, and the branches are a place where people can be placed.

Yuan Cang didn't dare to delay too much time, so he hurried to the tree in three steps and two steps, and he gently flattened the branches a little, so that his sister could lie on it more comfortably.

The burly black shadow rushed under the cover of the night, and it didn't exist like the NPCs in the world, waiting for you to have everything ready to attack you.

Gen Cangtai put his sister away, turned around, and pressed his toes against the thick trunk.

The calf suddenly exerted force, like an off-string bow and arrow, and the target was the unknown monster.

Looking at the rushing Yuan Cangtai, the monster did not retreat or dodge as expected, but accelerated its speed, as if it was waiting for Yuan Cangtai to take the initiative to send it to the door.

The monstrous monster let out a roar of rage, and its arms inflated like inflated balloons.

The arm, which was about the same as an ordinary person, had now become three times the size of an ordinary person, and then before it stopped, the black qi slowly climbed up the demon's fist, continued to expand, reaching four times the size of an ordinary person, and then let out a mad laugh.

"Cut, I'm going to see if you can cut off my arm this time."

As they drew closer, the demon's fist rose high and slammed down, sending a whistling sound of heavy objects cutting through the air in the air.

It stared at Gen Cangtai's hand, and this punch was going to make the damn boy taste its pain too.

Just now, it was just a mistake that this little imp cut off one of its arms, but it didn't hurt at all.

Yuan Cangtai watched the heavy punch about to fall on his hand, and he didn't have to think much to know the consequences of being grazed by the fist, but he didn't panic.

In the ghost's field of vision, Yuan Cangtai's slightly blue eyes were calm like water, and there were slight ripples under the continuous collision of strong air currents.

"Airflow, where does the airflow come from?" The ghost's heart tightened, and it felt that something was out of its grasp.

The sound of air flow sounded above its head, and I saw Yuan Cangtai take a deep breath, as if he wanted to evacuate this piece of air, and the smooth black knife body was flushed red, like pig iron about to be baked.

Yuan Cang jumped high and slashed at the ghost's arm.

Just like lava meets ice water, the moment the knife comes into contact with the arm, the sound of sizzling sounds, which is the result of the high temperature coming into contact with the arm, and then suddenly stops, as if hindered.

When it was cut halfway, the knife could not advance again, and was blocked by the arm bone that had been strengthened by the ghost.

A sinister smile suddenly appeared on the demon's face in agony.

That's what it wants, ready to forcibly hold back the pain, and then screw off the head of the boy in front of it.

It had already figured out that after killing him, it would eat his body in front of his sister and let the girl die in despair.

"Are you smiling so happily, I'm not done yet."

A great force bounced back from its arm, and he leaped high again, then fell.

If I keep slashing at once, then I'll just slash again, and the sword and bone collide with each other, making a sound like gold and stone.

Once, twice, three times, the hard bones finally revealed a crack.

The ghost grabbed Yuan Cangtai with his other hand, and the intense pain wanted it to break the delicate man in front of him into thousands of pieces, and the figure flickered.

Yuan Cangtai let go of his knife, and just when the ghost was secretly happy in his heart, Yuan Cangtai jumped up and fell again, squeezing the blade with the power brought by his toes, and with a crisp bang, his arm fell and hit the ground.

"Ahh

A painful wail came from the demon's mouth, and he covered his wound with his remaining left hand, but the horror was that the wound did not spew blood fountain as Yuan Cangtai expected, but slowly flowed a few drops of black blood.

didn't have time to think about it, Yuan Cangtai picked up the knife on the ground at any time and put it back in the sheath.

Is this ready to give up, or is it ready to run away?

No, the knife is just for a better sword, "click", with a crisp sound, just like the traditional swordsman pulled out his sword, which is extremely standard Juhe, that is, the knife drawing technique, be sure to beg for a knife to cut off the enemy's head.

A clear white light streaked across the demon's neck, and bright red blood shot out, and the demon looked at Gen Sota with an expression of disbelief.

"No... How could it be, are you—" The demon's eyes widened, as if he wanted to keep the enemy in front of him in the deepest part of his heart so that he could take revenge in the next life.

Yuan Cangtai showed a smile that was underwhelming, "I'm sorry, my name is Miyamoto Musashi, just an unknown swordsmanship enthusiast, remember to seek revenge on me in the next life."

He rambled casually, because he also felt a slight discomfort from the continuous use of swordsmanship.

As soon as he came back from running back from the mountain, he participated in a fierce fight, the main thing was not a physical battle, he had never even killed a chicken in his previous life, but this time he cut off the neck of the evil ghost mercilessly.

The first time he saw the bloody scene, he felt a trace of physical discomfort.

With a flick of his wrist, he swung his knife and made a blood vibrate, and the slightly black blood was thrown to the ground by him, and the blade was smooth and neat again, as if it had just been washed with water.

Yuan Cangtai couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect this knife to be so easy to use, it seems that I don't need to wash the knife next time." He

looked at the immobile corpse, thought for a moment, hung the knife around his waist, carried a mossy stone, and threw it at the corpse.

He didn't know if the ghost here still had the superpower of resurrection, so for the sake of caution, he still held the corpse down.

In this way, even if the demon is resurrected, he will have time to react.

"Hey, what is this?" Yuan Cangtai was a little puzzled, and saw that the broken demon body was constantly disappearing, and finally formed a black bead.

And the beads are smooth throughout, and the lonely atmosphere covers it, making people look at it not ordinary.

"This is the legendary explosive equipment? Or is it a world-specific item?

With doubts, Yuan Cangtai gently picked up the bead and put it away, and the demon's head disappeared with the disappearance of the body, as if it had never existed in this world.

Watching the demon disappear, he had a stomach full of doubts, but as far as he was concerned, there was too little information available this time for him to complete the most basic judgment.

He shook his head, trying not to think about it, and walked to the plane tree, where he took his sister down and laid her on a flat floor.

He gently shook Minamoto Misa's body.

"Sister, sister, wake up, wake up, the monster was driven away by me, and now it's okay."

As Gen Cangtai kept shaking, Gen Misa finally woke up.

The eyes that were glowing with clear water opened slightly, and the first thing she saw in the blur was her brother, and she looked at his brother's face with wide eyes.