Demon Slayer: The beginning of an immortal sword

The first time, the second time.

Under Ju Qingyan's "leading by example", the task that could have been completed in two or three days was dragged out for eight days!

Moreover, this is because today he finally made up his mind to finish this task that seemed to be catching ghosts but was actually training newcomers.

As for his reasons for slacking off? There are too many!

For example.

I am a little tired today, or I am in a bad mood because I didn't win the argument with Kocho Ninja, or it is raining and the weather is bad...

In short, as long as there is a little bit of dissatisfaction, I won't go!

Well, just for fun.

At the same time, after receiving the system's simulation training results, Ju Qingyan found that his blood and qi were still not enough to use the seventh type of blood breathing.

His special physique, coupled with his huge appetite, caused his blood and qi to grow every moment.

But even so, after 20 days of accumulation (10 days in the real world + 10 days in the system simulation training), he still failed to achieve the expected effect.

It seems that the breakthrough of blood breathing is not something that can be achieved overnight.

So, he decided to try ten days of sword simulation training to see if he could improve the basic strength of himself and his clone.

After setting the hang-up direction in the system, Ju Qingyan finally led the team to catch ghosts.

The night was deep, the moonlight was dim, and the edge of a vast rice field seemed particularly quiet and mysterious.

Although there was no bright moonlight, the breeze blew past, bringing a faint fragrance of rice, making people feel the joy and tranquility of the upcoming harvest in advance.

"Brothers, we have to complete the mission tonight! Go all out to catch more ghosts and make it more difficult for the younger students who will participate in the selection later."

As usual, Ju Qingyan stood at the front of the team and began to give a mobilization speech before the mission.

His voice was full of passion and determination, as if it could ignite everyone's fighting spirit.

Ao ao ao~

The response of the crowd was thunderous, warm and passionate.

Although they did not seriously carry out the mission for a few days, Ju Qingyan was good at painting a beautiful blueprint for everyone, that is, painting a big pie.

The pie he painted was big and round, which made everyone full of expectations and motivation.

After this period of experience, these younger brothers under him have been loyal to him and only follow his lead.

A group of ghost hunters dressed as bandits seemed to be injected with chicken blood.

That fearless look, even if the one standing in front of them was Muzan Kibutsuji, they dared to rush up and chop a few knives.

"Let's go, be careful not to fall, or it will be embarrassing."

As the leader of the team, Ju Qingyan took the lead after he finished speaking.

It was pitch black all around, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

In addition, everyone was wearing a black hood, which added a sense of mystery and concealment to the vulgarity.

Such an environment made them almost undetectable, and they moved forward quietly as if invisible.

Not long after the group walked, Ju Qingyan suddenly stopped.

He looked at a rice field not far away.

Although his vision was a little blurry due to the distance and darkness, he could still clearly hear the gurgling sound of water coming from there.

This sound seemed unusual in this season, which made people wonder.

According to common sense, the stage of returning water to the baked field has passed, and the next step is to harvest rice.

Normally, there would be no water in the field, just like other rice fields around.

However, this situation occurred at this time, which was obviously wrong.

Just as Ju Qingyan was feeling strange about this paddy field, the swamp ghost hiding in the field was also quietly observing them.

He hid under the water, with only his head exposed between the rice, and watched Ju Qingyan and others passing by through the gap.

"Why are they all men? I'm so unlucky tonight! I didn't even meet a girl."

The swamp ghost was unhappy and muttered in a low voice.

He originally hid in a small town, looking for his prey every night, and living a happy life.

But accidents always come faster than tomorrow, and fortunately he was hunted by three ghost hunters who used water breathing.

Relying on his special ability of blood ghost art, he barely escaped the pursuit.

Finally came to this wilderness field to linger and try his luck.

Unfortunately, most of the people here are old uncles and aunts, and there are few young girls he longs for.

It was hard to wait for a group of young people to pass by, but they turned out to be all men.

Because the sky was too dark

, and the crowd was so large that the swamp ghost did not expect the Demon Slayer Corps to appear here at first.

He just lost interest in this place and did not want to waste time on men, so he decided to leave.

However, when he just started to move, Ju Qingyan's shouting sounded in the air.

"Stop!"

The swamp ghost pretended not to hear and continued to move in the field.

This move directly angered Ju Qingyan.

His three principles of not killing - ghosts that do not eat people, beautiful female ghosts, and obedient ghosts.

This swamp ghost not only did not meet any of them, but also violated all of them.

Such a ghost, it is not unjust to die.

The policy has been so relaxed, but he still can't seize the opportunity, damn it.

"Die for me!"

"Ye Kai!"

Ju Qingyan flew into the field and kicked the swamp ghost's head accurately, kicking his head directly.

Because the swamp ghost is too weak.

Ju Qingyan was basically unaffected by his blood ghost arts and landed steadily on the water, barely wetting the soles of his shoes.

Of course, this weakness was only relative to him. Swamp ghosts that could use blood ghost arts were still not suitable to be placed in the wisteria prison.

Then, Ju Qingyan reached out his hand and groped in the water, making the water gurgling.

He exerted a little force with his arm and directly lifted the headless swamp ghost out of the water.