Demon Slayer: The Forest Pillar

"Water Breathing·Fourth Form·Strike Tide!" The azure blade swung out like a tide, and in the blink of an eye, the necks of the three evil spirits were cut off.

"Great, so awesome!" A swordsman with a middle-parted hair sitting on the ground in a mess stared at the figure in front of him in amazement. The young swordsman with a fox mask and flesh-pink hair had such superb swordsmanship! ?

Swish! After destroying the three evil spirits, the fox-masked Santo calmly retracted the Sun Blade and stretched out his hand to the swordsman with a middle-parted hair, "Are you okay?"

"No, it's okay, that, my name is Murata, thank you for your help, I was too nervous just now, and I almost didn't even pull out the sword." The swordsman named Murata scratched his head embarrassedly and stretched out his hand. Santo pulled hard, and Murata also stood up.

Murata patted the dust off his body, his face full of shame. He was panicked when he suddenly came face to face with three evil spirits just now, and he couldn't even remember to take out the life-saving dorayaki.

"Be careful, there are other places that need me, take care!" After patting Murata on the shoulder, Santu ran towards the depths of Fujiki Mountain without looking back.

Murata quickly stretched out his hand, "Wait! I don't know your name yet!" However, the only response to Murata was Santu's rapidly disappearing back.

Swish! Pulling out the Sun Wheel Sword, Murata held the Sun Wheel Sword tightly, while looking around vigilantly. He complained a little: "Why are you in such a hurry? At least let me know your name."

In the night, the fox masked boy with flesh-pink hair became a legend. Whenever a swordsman encountered an evil spirit, he would always be the first to kill the evil spirit.

This is simply a miracle. The final selection has been going on for three days, and no swordsman has died, and no one has eaten the dorayaki that Shinichi specially prepared.

"What? Someone took your job?"

Shinichi, who had been sitting calmly, stood up in shock when he heard the news from Yuanji.

"A boy with strange hair color?" The boy with flesh-pink hair immediately appeared in Shinichi's mind.

Shinichi frowned, and his eyes looked into the depths of Fujixi Mountain. "He almost killed many evil spirits by himself. Is this guy going to make himself the savior?"

At the same time, in Fujixi Mountain.

The black-haired boy Yiyong in a red shirt walked on the road with several other unfamiliar swordsmen. Because he was a step late, he got separated from Xuntu just after entering Fujixi Mountain.

However, Giyuu had not encountered a single demon for three days. According to the swordsmen he met along the way, Santo had killed almost all the demons on the road ahead. This shocked Giyuu and made him worry about Santo's safety.

"It's okay. The teacher said that Santo's talent is so excellent that the final selection will definitely not be difficult for Santo." Giyuu said to himself.

At this time, the swordsman with a middle-parted hair behind Giyuu, yes, Murata, looked at the fox mask on Giyuu's head that was similar to the pink-haired boy, and finally couldn't help asking: "Um, your name is Giyuu, right?"

"Yes, Giyuu, Tomioka Giyuu."

"I see that you and the pink-haired boy are wearing the same mask. Are you brothers from the same school?"

Hearing someone mention Santo again, Tomioka Giyuu's expression immediately became lively, "Yes! That's Santo, we are both disciples of Mr. Urokodaki!"

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"Ah!!" The evil ghost with bloodshot eyes roared unwillingly, and then his head rolled off his neck like a ball, and gradually turned into ashes.

"The 22nd one!" Xuantu muttered in his heart.

Raising the Sun Wheel Sword in his hand, Xuantu saw that the blade of his Sun Wheel Sword had become a little bumpy in the bright moonlight. Killing too many evil ghosts had made his Sun Wheel Sword worn out.

Shaking his head slightly, Xuantu still put the Sun Wheel Sword back into the scabbard, and the master's teachings still existed in his mind.

The stronger the ability, the greater the responsibility should be. Xuantu deeply practiced this sentence. He killed evil ghosts crazily not to show off his ability, but just to lead more swordsmen through the final selection.

Sitting on a rock to recover a little, Xuantu took off his mask, revealing his young and tender face, and took out a long-cold rice ball from his pocket, chewing it to satisfy his hunger.

Suddenly, Xuantu thought of his companion Yiyong. He was busy killing evil spirits along the way, and he didn't know how Yiyong was doing!

When Xuantu thought of Yiyong, the rice ball in his hand immediately lost its fragrance. Before leaving, the master had always asked the two to take care of each other, but as soon as he enteredItou Xishan forgot this and was only concerned with killing the evil spirit.

"Damn it, no, I have to go back and take a look!" Thinking of this, Santu stuffed the remaining half of the rice ball into his mouth in one breath, hurriedly put on the fox mask, grabbed the Sun Wheel Sword and was about to rush back.

It was at this time that a small package wrapped in oil paper fell out of his pocket.

Santu quickly leaned over to pick up the small package, and the rich sweet smell immediately entered his nose, "Is this the Dorayaki given by Mori-sama?" Looking at the Dorayaki in his hand that Mori-sama claimed could save his life, Santu thought for a moment, and finally stuffed the small package into his pocket and ran towards the depths of the jungle behind him.

And in the sky that Santu didn't notice, a crow flapping its wings saw everything.

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"That 锁兔 is too powerful, isn't it? So far, I haven't even encountered a demon." A swordsman waved his Sun Wheel Sword and casually cut off the bushes in front of him.

Another swordsman beside him advised: "Isn't this good? What if we really encounter a very powerful demon and we can't beat it? It's been four days now. I think if we persist, we will soon be able to pass the final selection."

"That's true... Then should we thank the boy wearing the fox mask?"

While the two swordsmen were chatting, they didn't notice that there was a huge shadow hidden in the darkness not far from them.

It seemed that the content of the conversation between the two swordsmen attracted a huge figure, and a pair of dim and fierce eyes opened in the darkness.

"Fox mask!" The sharp voice whispered quietly, and a familiar feeling suddenly surged into his heart, and the uncontrollable anger quickly covered his eyes, and he remembered an old friend!

The shit-green arm that had been stretched out to the two defenseless swordsmen was quietly retracted. If what the two little ghosts said was true, then the hand ghost must eat the little ghost wearing a fox mask tonight!

"Rinotaki!!!"