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

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"Huh? I'm going to fight Bishamonten!?"

He didn't bother to think about Lin Heng's uneasy words. At this moment, Purgatory Makijuro's mind was occupied by 'let's fight'.

"That's right, but don't worry, I won't bully the small ones. My strength and speed will be controlled to the same level as you."

The difference in body shape and age between the two made this sentence particularly strange, but both Purgatory Makijuro and Lin Heng accepted the gap naturally and did not think there was anything wrong.

"Wait, this is too sudden. I need to think about it. Besides, I have no reason to talk to you..."

"A long-winded brat, one type, Shiranui."

With a flash of golden fire, Lin Heng rushed to Makijuro and slashed forward with the Nichirin Sword.

"The second type, rising in the summer sky."

His body subconsciously turned the Nichirin Sword, and red flames burst out from bottom to top. Makijuro instantly blocked Lin Heng's attacking Nichirin Sword.

Instead of choosing to fight, Lin Heng retreated directly.

He reacted and blocked the attack!

Makijuro was stunned. The other party was not lying. He had indeed suppressed the strength and speed to the extent that he could handle it.

"What are you still thinking about? Although the power is suppressed, I will not let go of other places."

Lin Heng said with an impatient look.

"Be more serious, or you'll die."

Your Majesty, you are as powerful as prison!

The indescribable momentum broke out, and the battle-experienced Purgatory Makijuro couldn't help but be shocked.

The other party is no longer joking, he is serious!

Cold sweat broke out all over his body. His hand holding the Nichirin sword tightened, and Makijuro's body instinctively opened his posture.

If you don't handle it well, you might die here.

However, feeling Lin Heng's terrifying pressure, excitement spread throughout his body like electricity, making Makijuro excited for the first time in a long time.

"Actually, ever since the leaflet, I have always wanted to experience it. When your body is suppressed to the same level, whether you are a human or a god..."

An astonishing light flashed in the decadent uncle's eyes.

"Who can suppress me, Purgatory Makijuro, just by using the breath of fire? I am the Flame Pillar of the Purgatory family!"

Lin Heng no longer underestimated the enemy and spoke solemnly.

"You have a good momentum, please impress me, Makijuro."

The middle-aged uncle roared loudly, as if he had found the peak of his confidence.

"Let the sword speak. Let me see if the breath of fire can surpass the limit. Bishamonten, don't underestimate me!"

"The breath of fire, the type of one, Shiranui."

The two sounds overlapped at this moment. The Sun Blade tore the air and let out an ear-splitting roar. Similar moves were performed at the same time.

Two figures wrapped in flames, one gold and one red, collided violently. In the blink of an eye, the light and shadow of swords intersected several times. The rapid attack was enough to suffocate an ordinary swordsman.

"Following? I can keep up!"

Makijuro's heart gradually became as hot as the Nichirin sword in his hand.

The confrontation between the two is like a mirror. No matter what moves Lin Heng uses, Makijuro can fight back in the same way.

"If we continue like this, we might be able to defeat him. Bishamonten, you actually look down on me so much!"

Suddenly, the two of them staggered for a moment, and crouched to briefly accumulate strength at the same time.

"The breath of fire, the shape of Wu, the fire tiger."

"The breath of fire, the shape of Wu, the fire tiger!"

Two tiger roars resounded almost at the same time. The golden tiger and the red tiger collided violently. Flames of different colors mixed together and collided into a huge fireball.

A deafening roar sounded, setting off a storm in the carefully maintained courtyard, and two figures exited from the flames.

The results of the first round were almost evenly matched.

Makijuro was breathing heavily. His physical fitness was no longer at its peak due to age and alcoholism, but his breathing skills alone were becoming more sophisticated.

Even if he is disheartened, his body is still operating instinctively to maintain a normal state. This is the gold content of the Flame Pillar of the Purgatory Clan.

Even a god can't think of being much better than me in the breath of fire. Makisuro couldn't help but smile a little.

Snap, snap, snap.

A series of crisp applause sounded, and Lin Heng never hesitated to praise him.

"It's really good, Makijuro. You can be called a master in the breath of fire secretly taught by the Purgatory family. You have achieved almost perfection."

"Even if it's me, no, even if the first ancestor who created this method is resurrected, I'm afraid

I'm afraid it won't be too strong for you. "

"Is this a compliment from the gods? I'm really flattered."

Makijuro's voice was full of confidence.

"The end of the Breath of Fire is still some distance away, but I can barely see its peak."

Lin Heng raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

After wiping the sweat from his head, Makijuro put away the Nichirin Sword and continued with a smile.

"How about it, Bishamonten? It's a draw now?"

"Do you think this is just a compliment?

Lin Heng shook his head in disappointment.

"Okay, now that the warm-up is over, let me show you what is exclusive to me..."

The red gold sun blade in his hand turned slowly, Lin Heng's eyes darkened.

"The breath of fire that belongs exclusively to Purgatory Heshourou."