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

The truth is, the truth is that the real Upper Six is ​​here.

"Is it the real Upper Six?"

Jifu Taro curled his lips cruelly.

"It's him."

"Tsk, the ugly guy you just chopped was so weak, it must be a fake, you are the real one."

Makijuro spat.

If the opponent is an Upper Six, it would be a bit tricky.

However, with many years of experience in hunting ghosts, Makijuro can be calm enough even if he encounters such a situation for the first time, and Xiaozu is still holding the line.

In short, he will win!

"It seems that to get rid of you, we have to chop off the heads of both ghosts."

"Haha, you guessed right. Human, my name is Jifu Taro."

Jifu Taro glanced at Makijuro's body a few times, his tone a little crazy.

"Looking at your height and healthy body, you should have never been sick since childhood. You come to this kind of place to play, and you are rich. Damn, it's really an enviable life."

Jifu Taro kept scratching his skin, his nails pierced the skin, leaving dazzling blood marks, and appeared and disappeared back and forth because of the terrifying recovery ability.

"The ghost whose head you chopped off is my most lovely sister. Do you know that we have eaten 22 pillars of your level together."

"That's why we are the best brother and sister among ghosts, and we will never be separated for the rest of our lives."

Jifu Taro became more and more excited as he spoke, and his speech speed gradually increased.

"You are unforgivable for owing these blood debts. Can you please die now, and die in the most painful way."

Speaking of his sister, Jifu Taro patted Daki's headless body vigorously, and Jifu Taro was suddenly startled.

Something is wrong...

It's so quiet...

After so long, with Daki's personality, she should have made a big fuss a long time ago, and her body has not regenerated.

Where is the head? Why hasn't she come to find the body yet!

Jifu Taro raised his head suddenly and looked around. There was nothing in the direction where Makijuro kicked Daki's head just now.

Closing his eyes, Jifu Taro communicated with Daki through the unique connection between brothers and sisters, and the intense pain overwhelmed him!

The connection was cut off the moment it was connected. Jifu Taro squatted down in pain, gasping for breath.

It's so painful, Daki is in danger now!

"Where is my sister, where did you take my lovely sister, what have you done to her now!?"

Makijuro pretended to be surprised.

"Huh? Did you notice after talking for so long? Of course your sister doesn't want you anymore, after all, you are so ugly."

Two bone sickles appeared in his hands, and Jifu Taro broke through his defense and roared in exasperation.

"I will peel off your skin, give my sister back to me."

Scratching his head and raising the Sun Wheel Sword in his hand, Makijuro smiled again.

"Speaking of which, we are also a two-man team here."

Makijuro is also a very funny person, who knows how to break people's defense.

The night wind blew up the pure black cloak. At this moment, on the roof not far away, Lin Heng leaned against the wall with his back against the wall, holding the head of Daki in his hand and watching the battle.

The red-gold red knife was deeply embedded in her head, piercing through her entire head. Daki opened her mouth and rolled her eyes, a stream of saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she completely lost consciousness.

In front of the powerful red knife, Daki with only one head was not enough, and she had fainted from the pain at this moment.

Having picked up a head for nothing, Lin Heng did not intend to take action immediately. He had been observing the situation since he had evacuated the crowd.

On the one hand, due to his previous character setting, he could not easily intervene before the battle of the Flame Pillar was over.

On the other hand, Muzan and the others should have noticed some problems. If he showed up rashly and the other party said a few inappropriate words, it would be very troublesome for Shinjuro to be next to him during this period of time.

Alas, it is so difficult to maintain the image of a perfect ancestor!

Boom!

The violent explosion pulled Lin Heng's thoughts back to the battle in front of him.

"Eighth Form, Ranbu Shoya."

"Blood Demon Art·Flying Blood Scythe."

The flaming wolf fang collided with the flying sickle made of blood, and the blood was evaporated by the high temperature and turned into a fluffy blood mist, which was completely blown away by the wind pressure of the collision between the two the next moment.

In the center of the roof of Kyogokuya, Makijuro and Jifutaro fought hand-to-hand at high speed.

The blood sickle hooked and turned, and Jifu Taro could not attack for a long time, and the originally delicate offensive moves became wild. He would rather take the opportunity to break through under the combat skills of Shinjuro and be injured, and wanted to use the recovery power of the upper rank to resist the attack.

Fighting with the upper rank is indeed very stressful, and Lin Heng's teachings emerge at this moment

In Makijuro's heart.

"You need to adjust your daily breathing and fighting rhythm. Only what suits you is the best."

"Breathing is the foundation. Don't stick to the sword style. Fists and feet are also weapons."

His breathing became short and fast. The Sun Wheel Sword in his hand was fierce and swift. He changed the past fierce fighting style and replaced it with a rapid burst of continuous slashes.

Makijuro's body gradually became excited, and his speed became faster and faster. The Sun Wheel Sword and the two blood sickles rubbed against each other and splashed clusters of sparks.

Puff!

Spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, Jifutaro's mantis-like swordsmanship suddenly paused, and then the two sickles clamped inward to clamp the Sun Wheel Sword.

Makijuro was unaware and wanted to break the trick with force.

However, just before the touch, Jifutaro's left hand blood sickle suddenly swung upwards lightly, and changed to grab Makijuro's sword with bare hands.

Swish.

A teeth-grinding sound came, and the Nichirin Sword that should have easily cut through the palm suddenly stopped and got stuck in the bone.

Makijuro was startled and quickly pulled back the sword, but Jifutaro controlled the blood in his body to keep rushing to his arm, tightly entangled with the Nichirin Sword.

"This is the checkmate."

Jifutaro's tone was excited and cruel.

Taking advantage of the moment of blocking, he used the blood sickle in his right hand to firmly hook the Nichirin Sword, and unknown bones grew from the junction of the sword and sickle, and quickly eroded the surface.

Makijuro's Nichirin Sword was entangled by a blood sickle in Jifutaro's right hand!

"Without the Nichirin Sword, everything is over!"

Pulling out his left hand, the wound healed quickly, and taking advantage of the situation to catch another blood sickle falling from the air, Jifutaro's mouth corners curled up cruelly.

"It's still a long way to go."

With both hands decisively releasing the Nichirin Sword, Makijuro ducked and turned to avoid the blow with his right leg as a fulcrum, and from bottom to top, he fiercely pulled his left foot towards the handle of the sword.

The bone at the junction of the sword and sickle was broken, and the Nichirin Sword flew out directly. Makijuro fell down and rolled away from the scene.

"Damn, difficult human, okay, I don't want to continue to make trouble with you, you should just die obediently."

Jifu Taro scratched his skin again in annoyance.

The human in front of him was extremely difficult to deal with. In the past, he would have had the patience to torture him bit by bit and use the sickle to remove all his bones and flesh.

But now, when he thought of Dakime in their hands, who was suffering tremendous pain, Jifu Taro felt a pain in his heart.

There was no time to entangle with him anymore.

Waving his hand to recall the blood sickle, Jifu Taro's already hunched body became even more bent.

His two feet sank down, his knees bent back like an insect, his muscles tightened, and the blood sickle held in his hands was absorbed and embedded in the flesh.

The bones and arms were connected, and the sickle was full of blood. The length of the sickle had grown significantly, and an ominous blood color was brewing on the sickle.

At this time, Jifu Taro had completely left his human form and turned into a hideous and terrifying segmented mantis.

Stepping lightly on the ground, the bent lower limbs drove the whole body to jump, and the terrifying explosive power was hidden in this thin body.

Blood Demon Art: Frenzy Blood Source.

After forcing out the Hezhe form of Upper Six, on another roof, Lin Heng pressed down the Sun Wheel Sword in the body of Dakimaki.

It's about time.

Next, Makijuro will not be able to hold on.