Demon Slayer: The Forest Pillar

Shinichi, who activated the blood demon art and blood-blasting state, was extremely fast. Shinichi's attack could not even touch the corner of his clothes, but this behavior of avoiding the attack in a panic made Shinichi feel extremely frustrated.

The demon blood in his body was boiling, and the invisible anger was also accumulating. The reason why he could endure it until now was entirely because he sensed the deep hatred for evil demons emanating from Shinichi. Perhaps because they were full of hatred for evil demons, Shinichi did not really want to attack Shinichi.

But people have a limit to their tolerance, let alone demons. The demon slayer Longzhi, who was kicked away by Shinichi in anger just now, is still lying beside the tree and can't stand up.

Finally, at a certain moment, ping! ! The black claws and the blue sun wheel sword collided with each other countless times, flashing countless sparks, puff! ! The sharp Nichirin Sword pierced Shinichi's palm, and hot blood continued to flow out of the wound, making a sizzling sound on the Nichirin Sword. But taking advantage of this opportunity, Shinichi firmly grasped the Nichirin Sword that Shinyue had stabbed.

Enduring the severe pain in his palm and the chilling breath from the Nichirin Sword, Shinichi's expression was a little ferocious. He opened his mouth and roared at Shinyue: "Stop it!"

Looking at the sharp fangs in Shinichi's mouth, Shinyue's forehead also had veins bulging, and he also used all his strength, "Dream on!"

Sizzling! As the man and the ghost were in a stalemate, Shinichi could feel that his hot blood was slowly cooling down, and the power of the violent blood was gradually fading, but he had no way to get rid of the entanglement of the stubborn Demon Slayer in front of him. What should he do! ? Wait! Where is Enji? Why didn't I hear Enji's voice from just now?

Zhenyue was also gritting his teeth and holding on. He could also feel that the strength of the evil ghost in front of him was gradually weakening, and the hot breath emanating from his body was slowly weakening. Hold on a little longer! Hold on a little longer! Soon it will be done!!

Swish! Swish! Swish! At this moment, something strange happened. In the lush forest, several black shadows rushed out of the air, so fast that they even made a whistling sound in the air.

At the same time, Shinichi's brain also received a crazy warning from Yuanji.

"Asshole! Let go! Danger!" Shinichi yelled at Zhenyue subconsciously, but Zhenyue didn't move at all, "Don't try to play tricks! Go to hell..." Puff! !

Before he finished speaking, Zhenyue's body trembled suddenly, and the sound of a sharp blade entering the flesh suddenly sounded. His hand holding the Sun Wheel Sword slowly lost strength, and the scene in front of him began to blur. With a clang, his Sun Wheel Sword fell to the ground.

Disappearing, passing away, a ray of green light flashed in Shinichi's eyes, he seemed to see the green vitality on Shinyue's body fading away quickly, lowering his head, he saw a hemp rope dripping with blood emerging from Shinyue's chest, yes, hemp rope! A hemp rope pierced through Shinyue's chest.

On that hemp rope, Shinichi felt an extremely terrifying, extremely strong breath of ghosts, powerful! Powerful! Very, very powerful! Stronger than the evil ghosts Shinichi had encountered so far. Compared with the evil ghost controlling this hemp rope, the strongest evil ghost Karasuma that Shinichi had encountered before might not even be as good as a finger of this ghost.

Everything happened in a flash. When Shinichi reacted, got rid of the stalemate, and rushed behind Shinyue to cut the hemp rope, it was too late. Shinyue's body was suddenly pulled away from Shinichi by the hemp rope like a rag bag. The two looked at each other for the last time. In the eyes of the dying Shinyue, there was still endless hatred. He hated Shinichi until his death, or hated the demons.

"So fast!!"

It was not just one hemp rope that appeared out of thin air, but four or five. In addition to Shinyue, the injured Demon Slayer Ryuchi was also tied up by hemp ropes, and his partner Yuanji was covered in blood and flesh, lying on the ground and making weak cries, but the demon blood in Yuanji's body was constantly repairing his injuries.

"Yuuji!" Then, without waiting for Shinichi to react, the hemp ropes quickly retracted like snakes in the air as if they had life, and Shinichi, who was standing in place, seemed to be directly ignored.

"Stop right there!" Shinichi was shocked and angry, and he stomped on the ground to chase after him. Unfortunately, it was raining cats and dogs. His heart suddenly trembled, and his muscles were numb as if struck by lightning. The sudden fatigue swept over his body in an instant, "Damn it, it's time to bleed, no! We must not let that guy go. Those two Demon Slayers will definitely be in danger!"

Forcibly suppressing the fatigue in his body, Shinichi ran to chase after him, but the next second his body paused for a while, and his eyes looked at the azure sun blade on the ground.

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"Hawachi, do you smell it? This fragrance,A bit like, barley tea? "The hatamoto behind Kawachi sniffed the air suspiciously. Since they were getting closer and closer to the Shirai ruins, the faint aroma of barley tea in the air became stronger and stronger.

Kawachi held the handle of the Nichirin sword with one hand, and looked around vigilantly. Not to mention the tea fragrance in the air, the abnormally quiet environment was enough to make Kawachi palpitate.

It was at this time that footsteps sounded behind Kawachi, and Kawachi's hand holding the handle of the sword immediately tightened. Fortunately, there were only two team members who came from the south after receiving the news from the crow, and the four demon slayers met here.

"Senior Kawachi, are we not late?"

Kawachi shook his head. After a while, another demon slayer team member came over anxiously, "Senior Kawachi, Mr. Moriki said he had something important to do, so he asked me to meet up first, and he will be there soon. "

Sure enough, Mr. Moriki was on something, and Hanoi had expected it. However, he also believed that Mr. Moriki was very skilled, so he was not very worried about him. But what worried Hanoi was that there was no news about the other two team members, Longzhi and Zhenyue.

So Hanoi gestured to ask the two team members near Zhenyue if they had any news about them.

"Longzhi and Zhenyue? We didn't meet them on the road. As soon as we received the news from the Crow, we rushed here without stopping. "A member of the Demon Slayer Team shook his head to indicate that he had not encountered the two.

Kawachi frowned. Logically speaking, the group of Shinyue and his team was the closest to him, and the crow must have notified Shinyue and his team first. But now that everyone else has arrived here, there is still no news about Shinyue and his team. Could it be that something unexpected happened?!

Suddenly, a strong smell of blood suddenly penetrated into Hanoi's nose. Everyone present smelled the sudden smell of blood, and their faces changed drastically.

Kawachi waved his hand, signaling everyone to follow, and then he took the lead and ran in the direction where the smell of blood came from.

At the same time, the sound of the crow flapping its wings was heard in the sky, "Southwest direction! Southwest direction! Shinyue encountered a ghost! Shinyue encountered a ghost! "That's Zhenyue's crow.

Beside the ancient Baijing ruins, on a wide open space, in the ground, extremely thin and long hemp ropes stood upright, like steel bars, and on these dozens of hemp ropes, dark red viscous liquid kept dripping along the hemp ropes. It was blood! Human blood!

Looking up along the hemp ropes, I'm afraid even the bravest humans would be scared. I saw dozens of humans strung together like candied haws on the hemp ropes. The hemp ropes penetrated their bodies from bottom to top. Most of the humans had lost their vitality, and a few of them were still twitching occasionally. After a few hits, their blood stained the land below.

Most of these people were wearing long or short shirts made of coarse cloth, and there were some weapons such as axes and hunting knives scattered under their feet. They seemed to be the young people from Baijing Village who rashly broke into Baijing Mountain.

Creak! Suddenly, the seemingly rotten water-drawing tool beside the ancient Baijing began to turn. As if in response, a hemp rope suddenly began to twist violently and stretched rapidly. A young man who was still alive and pierced on the hemp rope was like a doll. Snap! Snap!

"Ah!!!!!! "The young man screamed miserably. His body was broken and torn apart like a twist under the violent twist of the hemp rope.

Blood splashed down the hemp rope like a waterfall.

A lot of blood suddenly rushed to a wooden table that suddenly appeared beside the white well. On the wooden table, a dark red teapot glowed with a strange light. A hemp rope was stretched into the pot, and blood flowed into the teapot along the hemp rope.

Right in front of the wooden table, a burly figure sat quietly, wearing a dark gray jacket, loose black hair, a black beard on the chin, black lines on his face, and on the golden sclera, what was even more strange was that its left eye seemed to be engraved with some words. Looking closely, it was the word "Xia Si"!

"Huh! Are you disturbing me at this time? You ruined this pot of good tea. Damn it!"

Crack! A teacup in his hand was instantly crushed into powder.