Demon Slayer: The Tai Chi Swordsman

Under the silent starry sky, Kanzaki Aoi ran through the grass at a high speed, and the darkness was like an evil ghost behind her, chasing her relentlessly.

The sound of trampling, panting, and the screams of the ghost mixed together, pressing her to the point of suffocation.

Kanzaki Aoi, draw your knife!

Hurry up!

No matter how she urged herself, the knife seemed to be stuck by glue, shrinking in the scabbard, just like her owner.

The scene of the house being washed by the blood of the ghost was like an unforgettable nightmare, hitting the girl's heart all the time.

Suddenly, the evil ghost pounced on her, like a hungry beast, and knocked Kanzaki Aoi out.

She rolled more than ten meters on the soft grass before she stopped, and the green grass stains covered her body. After all, she did not draw her knife.

"What the hell, a guy who doesn't even dare to draw his sword, is here to die?"

"If it weren't for that cheap white-haired swordsman, would I be trapped here?"

Muscle Ghost complained while raising his fist as big as a sandbag.

"No!"

"No!"

"I don't want to die!"

Death crawled into Kanzaki Aoi's heart little by little. Not every swordsman is not afraid of death.

The fear of death is like a dog-skin plaster, tightly attached to the heart of every swordsman, but everyone has a different attitude towards it.

Some people are afraid of being wrapped tightly by it, while others have already torn it off.

Muscle Ghost feels that he is fine again. He was abused like a dog by the three crazy swordsmen, and now he can finally regain his face.

He punched the side of Magic Aoi, and the huge roar scared her motionless. For a moment, she thought she was dead.

Looking at Magic Aoi's desperate expression, Muscle Ghost felt that he was fine again. He was just unlucky before.

He raised his fist again and sneered, "Human, I give you three seconds to escape!"

"How about that? I'm kind, right?"

"This is a gift for cowards!"

Kanzaki Aoi helplessly pulled the weeds. She wanted to drag her body forward to escape.

"You're so slow. Die!"

The fist cut through the air, stirring up invisible ripples, and the weeds on the way of the fist were all broken.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and the muscle ghost's fist flew straight out like a kite with a broken string.

Blood gushed out like a spring.

You Yilang carried a knife and looked at the muscle ghost with an unhappy face. He said indifferently, "You're so annoying!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Ghosts should really die!"

In front of the tall muscle ghost, You Yilang was like a kitten.

The muscle ghost moved his long right hand, and his bones creaked. He compared You Yilang's height and laughed while holding his stomach.

"Hahaha!"

"Little guy, what can you do to me!"

"Come and kill me!"

Ichiro twisted his mouth, his face was livid, this guy is so arrogant that he deserves a beating!

Breathing of the Clouds· Seventh Form·Oboro.

As the final form, the swordsman will be like the mist, elusive, able to attack and defend, and changeable.

In an instant, the muscle ghost was surrounded by clouds and mist, and Ichiro seemed to have disappeared from the world.

The muscle ghost panicked, why did that guy's breath disappear.

Where?

Where exactly?

The muscle ghost waved his fists at the air. When did the Demon Slayer Corps allow the Pillar-level swordsmen to participate in the selection?

His back was covered with cold sweat. The pressure of this little guy was only slightly lower than that of the white-haired swordsman. There was no doubt that he was a pillar.

The muscle ghost stared at the mist with a vigilant look on his face. He couldn't get out, couldn't see or feel, and the fear of the unknown was even more painful.

Suddenly, the muscular ghost's legs were chopped off, and a cold laugh from Youlang came from the fog.

"Which is the next one, your left arm or your right arm?"

"Or the newly grown leg!"

"Ahhh!"

"Come out, come out and fight!"

The muscular ghost's veins bulged, and he smashed the ground around him. Small pits like meteorites appeared one after another, and the muscular ghost's heart was also filled with pits of fear.

The roar was like a surge, and the angry muscular ghost was completely panicked. This ghost hunter was playing tricks on him just as he played tricks on that woman.

In a trance, the muscular ghost's right arm left his body, and it was already weak and could no longer grow back.

Muichiro helped Kanzaki Aoi who had fallen to the side. He gently brushed off the dust on the magical Aoi and said softly: "Sister Xiaokui, don't be afraid, brother is avenging you!"

"Sister Xiaokui is already great. You have managed such a large Butterfly House in an orderly manner. Why bother fighting and killing!"

"You are super awesome!"

Muichiro heard from Sister Shinobu and the others that she and Sister Kanae were busy with tasks, and the Butterfly House was basically maintained by Sister Xiaokui and Sister Xiaoxun. They saved so many swordsmen's lives.Life, super powerful.

Magic Aoi was stunned. She remembered that the brothers had been learning breathing techniques with Rabbit for less than a month, but now they can easily deal with a ghost.

Whenever she saw an injured swordsman, Magic Aoi would feel deeply guilty. Everyone was bleeding and sacrificing on the front line, but she was hiding in the back like a turtle.

Looking at Wuyilang's innocent smile, Kanzaki Aoi smiled. Although her hands were still shaking and she was very scared, wasn't this trip just to prove herself?

Even medical staff should always remember the bleeding of swordsmen on the front line.

"Wuyilang, thank you!"

Kanzaki Aoi gently pushed Wuyilang away and stood up by herself. She drew the knife at her waist and rushed towards the muscle ghost without hesitation.

Either die under the opponent's fist or cut off the fear in your heart.

Although Wuyilang and Youyilang are geniuses, they are still two children. They are only twelve years old this year. What are they afraid of?

Looking at the determined back of Shenqi Kui, Wuyilang laughed. Although killing ghosts is not suitable for Xiao Kui, she will not be happy if she does not open her heart.

This is all he and his brother can do. Maybe it can help Xiao Kui!

He remembered that his master said that Xiao Kui's heart knot will be completely healed in the future. Although he did not understand it very well, he believed in his master.

"Xiao Kui, the road ahead is open to you. Thank you for your usual care!"

Yuichilang's voice sounded, and a road flashed in the mist everywhere, leading directly to the muscle ghost.

"Wishful thinking, you coward!"

The muscle ghost roared, and he blamed all his grievances on Kanzaki Aoi.

Four sharp sword lights flashed, and every movement was smooth and flowing, which was the Sizhixing·Yi Liu Zhan.

Wuyilang cut off the limbs of the muscle ghost, and the muscle ghost also lost his balance.

Now, Shenqi Kui, cut off his neck and cut out your own path.

Be it cowardice or self-blame, I am Magic Aoi, the doctor of Butterfly House!

The trembling knife flashed, and the muscle ghost's head slipped off his neck. He never expected that he would be beheaded by a coward.

"How... How is it possible!"