Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The battle was in full swing.

Just when Tokyo was caught in a fierce battle.

The Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, in the Ubuyashiki residence where wisteria flowers are in full bloom.

The moonlight is like water, and the current leader of the Demon Slayer Corps, Ubuyashiki Yoya, is sitting quietly thinking.

The voice of Yomizu Jinsai, who is wearing heavy armor, sounded behind him.

"You have been thinking for a long time. Are you thinking about Kyojuro and the upper strings? Are you worried that he can't complete the mission this time?"

Hearing this, Yoya chuckled and shook his head.

"No, on the contrary, I believe that with the child's strength, he will be able to complete the task successfully."

"Although the upper strings are powerful, we have accomplished a feat that has not been seen for a hundred years. Shinjuro has proved that the power of the upper strings is not without limits, and we can deal with it."

Compared to before, Yaoya seemed much more confident at this moment.

"As you can see, the pillars of this generation are closest to the Warring States period. I believe that they can also kill the upper strings together."

Yogato Jinsai thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he asked tentatively.

"Then you must be thinking about the mysterious strong man."

Yoya nodded gently.

Seeing that the guess was right, Jinsai comforted him with some doubts.

"My lord, don't worry too much about this. The other party has killed two lower strings and saved the Flame Pillar from the hands of the demons. No matter how you look at it, they are on our side."

"Based on the current intelligence, the other party's position does overlap with ours."

As soon as the voice changed, Yaoya was a little confused.

"We know nothing about him, but he seems to be very familiar with our intelligence. We have already deployed all our forces, but we still can't find his trace."

This lord who has always been wise rarely asked questions.

"It's like he is deliberately avoiding the Demon Slayer Corps. If he is really a friendly party, do you think this situation is normal?"

"This..."

Renzai was speechless for a moment. As for Lin Heng, it really seemed like he appeared out of thin air, and there was no intelligence at all.

"Maybe there is another hidden story..."

Yaoya shook his head slightly and continued with a little distress.

"For hundreds of years, only our Demon Slayer Corps has been fighting alone at night. Who is the third party that suddenly appeared to be the enemy of the demons, and what is its purpose?"

Turning around, Yaoya sighed.

"This unknown may be the most terrifying. Fortunately, Xingming seems to have found some traces of the other party recently."

Yogadu Renzhai bowed his head and said respectfully: "My lord is wise, I didn't think it through."

As he was speaking, the deep voice of Xingming from Beiming Island sounded outside the door: "My lord, the leader of the spread has been brought to the front hall."

Yaoya slowly stood up and said gently: "Please let the old man wait for a moment, I will come soon."

Renzhai stood up silently and looked far away at the imperial capital.

The top combat power of the Demon Slayer Corps is already stretched to its limit, and it is best not to use the evil sword on his waist forever.

Rengoku Kyojuro, please come back alive.

The Demon Slayer Corps has never been vacant of the Flame Pillar. The lord has high hopes for you, you can do it.

Closing his eyes, Renzhai prayed silently for Kyojuro.

"Come on, Rengoku Kyojuro, please hold on..."

...

"Come on, Kyojuro hold on, you can do it, get up quickly and kill the evil spirits!"

In the collapsed building, Kyojuro's voices of encouragement came out one after another, and he supported his body and barely crawled out of the ruins.

Not long ago, in the Tokyo battlefield, Kyojuro, who had fallen into a brief coma, woke up from a ruin, covered in blood.

He swept away the debris on his body and simply treated the wound with a bandage to stop the blood from flowing out.

Kyojuro barely stood up and staggered towards the Sun Blade not far away.

The distance of the explosion was too close. The moment he saw the bomb, Kyojuro knew it was too late to evade.

The moment before the flames engulfed him, Kyojuro decisively let go of the Sun Blade, and then turned around and kicked Peilang.

With the recoil of this kick, Kyojuro successfully opened a distance, reduced the damage caused by the explosion, and finally survived.

Buzz.

With tinnitus in his ears and an unsettling chill in his heart, Kyojuro turned his head sharply.

That ghostly aura, something is over there!

At the moment when Akaza was furious, Kyojuro, whose forehead was bleeding, suddenly changed his expression and stared at the street next to him.

This sense of oppression was far greater than that of Peilang, could it be... Upper Rank!

Being exploded by Akaza not far away

Attracted by the fighting spirit, Kyojuro ignored his injuries and ran to help.

As the distance approached, deafening sounds came, Kyojuro gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

Who is this fierce battle?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Huge collisions sounded continuously, and two figures, one blue and one black, kept crossing.

The speed was so fast that it was difficult for Mitsuri Kanroji to catch it with her dynamic vision, and afterimages appeared on the trajectory of the two's movements.

The steel fist wrapped in the dark blue energy and the blade wrapped in golden flames collided hundreds of times in a short period of time, and the impact swept the street, raising huge wind and sand.

Wherever the two passed, the street became flat like a field that had been ruthlessly plowed.

The remaining high-rise buildings were torn apart inch by inch, and the already broken earth was rumbling.

The area where Akaza and Lin Heng fought had become a vacuum zone, and no one could approach it.

Both Peilang and Kanroji Mitsuri could only stand there in shock, praying and quietly waiting for the result.

"Hey! Mitsuri, are you okay? What's going on? Who are the two fighting over there?"

At this time, a loud voice came, and Mitsuri turned back and looked carefully. Kyojuro, who was desperately rushing over, was waving at her from the opposite side.

Obviously, Kyojuro was also shocked by the scene in front of him, and even in his prime, he did not dare to break into it.

Although the distance was not far, the two fighting were like in another dimension, not at the same level at all.

"Kyojuro, are you okay? How did you get so badly injured? How do you feel now?"

Seeing Kyojuro covered in injuries, Mitsuri said with worried eyes.

"That was Mr. Purgatory who I met at the beginning. He just arrived in time to save me."

After a pause, Mitsuri looked at Kyojuro with some concern and continued.

"Please don't get excited. The demon he fought was... Upper String Three."

Kyojuro was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted his chest to comfort Mitsuri.

"Don't worry, the injury is not serious. I'm still very energetic."

Kyojuro clenched his fists and whispered.

"I know, Mitsuri. As for Upper String Three, that's not the field I can reach at the moment, so don't worry, I won't be impulsive."

Mitsuri looked at Kyojuro distressedly, and just as she was about to continue comforting him, a hearty whistle interrupted her.

Akuza's excited voice echoed in the ruins.

"Very good, very good, I'm excited all over after a long time. You're really a good opponent."

The fists and swords met, but this time they didn't continue to fight. The two figures bounced off and fell to the ground separately.

After a short and fierce fight, Lin Heng and Akaza stood apart.

A few sword flowers spun in the air, and the Sun Blade returned to the sheath.

"Thank you for the compliment. Then..."

Lin Heng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"Let's stop the boring test here."

The continuous roar suddenly stopped, and the battlefield fell into a strange silence.

The eyes of the two spectators turned uncontrollably to the two parties standing in the center of the battlefield.

Compared to Akaza who was panting slightly, the boy who was fighting with him was neat and tidy, and he didn't look like he had just fought with the upper demon.

Kyojuro and Mitsuri looked at each other, and their pupils shrank at the same time.

He was fighting against the upper demon, and he was not even inferior to him.

Who on earth is this...

Who is this!