Demon Slayer: The Tai Chi Swordsman

Lei had arranged the spider silk in advance, and he could leave the place immediately with just a slight pull.

Kiritani Sento missed his target, and the spider silk under his feet broke at the same time, and he quickly fell to the ground.

In an instant, a semicircular blade wind cut through the ground, and Kiritani Sento landed steadily. Without stopping for a moment, he chased in the direction where Lei flew away.

Kiritani Sento complained indignantly: "Damn! It's great to be able to fly, but don't let me catch you!"

Even though he knew that Lei deliberately asked him to chase him, Kiritani Sento did not retreat at all, because he would have to face it sooner or later anyway.

Kiritani Sento also wanted to know what level of strength he had reached, after all, he had finally gathered all the Demon Slayer equipment.

On another mountain road, Inosuke stared at the spider web in his hand. There were damn spider webs everywhere along the way.

"What the hell is this? It's so annoying!"

"I'm so pissed off!"

Tanjiro patted Inosuke on the shoulder and comforted him, "Stay calm!"

Zenitsu hid behind Tanjiro as usual, and screamed from time to time. Fortunately, Tanjiro had a good heart, otherwise he would be scared to death sooner or later.

Zenitsu looked around vigilantly, his voice as small as a mosquito flapping its wings: "Tanjiro, can I take Nezuko away from here?"

"No, we are here to kill demons, we want to help Brother Battle Rabbit!" Tanjiro refused righteously.

Then he added: "Nezuko doesn't like irresponsible boys!"

As soon as Tanjiro finished speaking, Zenitsu straightened his back and said without shyness: "Yes, we want to help Brother Battle Rabbit!"

But Zenitsu kicked something just after taking a few steps, and he was so scared that he hid behind Tanjiro again.

"Ah!"

"There's a ghost!"

Zenitsu's scream went straight to the sky, and the black thing suddenly stood up. It was a team member.

The man was shaking non-stop, and his uniform had been soaked with sweat and blood.

Before Tanjiro could speak, the man asked, "Who are you?"

"I am a Ding-class swordsman, Tanjiro Kamado, coming to support!"

"I am Inosuke!"

"Gui-class, Zenitsu Agatsuma!"

After the three people introduced themselves, the man was struck by lightning, and the whole person was stunned in place. He muttered to himself in horror: "No, no matter how many swordsmen like you come, it's not enough!"

"Hira, why is it not the Hashira who came!"

"I'm dead, I'm really dead this time!"

"No matter how many ordinary swordsmen come, it's meaningless!" The swordsman shouted desperately.

Suddenly, a fist as big as a sandbag hit the swordsman's face, and Tanjiro hurriedly pulled away Inosuke who suddenly attacked.

"Inosuke, no, you can't hit people!"

"Hmph!"

"If we are meaningless, people like you shouldn't exist!"

Inosuke hates being looked down upon, especially by deserters like this. In his eyes, there is only death in battle. This guy must be a runaway.

"I am a Class A, your superior!"

"And my name is Murata!"

"Huh?"

"Want to fight? Are you qualified to be my superior?!" Inosuke retorted, "You useless person, why don't you explain the situation quickly!"

The man was awakened by Inosuke's words and began to narrate the situation to Tanjiro and the others.

The crow brought them here. Not long after they walked into the mountains, the teammates began to kill each other uncontrollably. Most of them died. They died under the knives of their own people.

Crunch! Crunch!

A strange noise came from the deep forest. Murata became panicked. His lips kept trembling, reminding everyone: "It's this sound. After it appears, everyone... everyone starts to kill each other!"

As soon as Murata finished speaking, eight swordsmen from the Demon Slayer Corps walked out of the woods. They were like puppets, and every movement seemed stiff and mechanical.

Tanjiro retreated to avoid the knife attack. He was shocked and broke into a cold sweat because the swordsman who attacked him had stopped breathing.

In other words, he was fighting a dead man.

The problem was also obvious. These comrades were controlled by something.

Inosuke took off the bandage wrapped around the blade and looked eager to try: "I'll cut them!"

"Inosuke, no!"

"Don't hurt them, there are still people alive inside!"

Inosuke dodged his own sword with a look of disappointment. It was too uncomfortable not to fight.

"Ahhhh!"

"Don't chase me, we're all on the same side, why bother!"

Zenitsu ran around in panic, and there was a man chasing him relentlessly.

Tanjiro dodged the attack again, and the man's neck exuded a faint sweet smell.

Tanjiro recalled the time he entered the mountain.The man I met before was controlled by spider silk, and that man had this smell.

Thinking of a countermeasure, Tanjiro went around behind the man and swung a knife at his back, and then the man stopped like a car without oil.

Seeing the man fall stiffly, Tanjiro shouted to remind everyone: "Cut the spider silk behind them!"

"They are controlled!"

Just then two small white spiders climbed up Tanjiro's right arm, and the transparent spider silk immediately entangled his arm.

Tanjiro felt a strong force pulling his right arm, and he decisively cut off the spider silk.

Inosuke jumped into the air and cut off the spider silk behind all the controlled swordsmen in a few seconds.

"It's so easy!" Inosuke said proudly.

"Inosuke, save me!"

Zenitsu ran towards Inosuke frantically, and at this moment, the swordsman who had just been chopped down by Inosuke stood up again.

"No, it's not enough to just look at the spider silk, we have to eliminate the demon that releases the spider silk!"

"Otherwise, this battle will not end!"

Looking at everything happening in front of him, Murata lowered his head in shame.

Yeah, why am I so arrogant, boss, I don't want to be a boss?

I can only watch my teammates die in front of me, and this boy found the problem within a few minutes.

Just like the days of selection many years ago, if it weren't for Tongzhu and the others, I might have died long ago.

Murata clenched the knife in his hand and stopped all the swordsmen by himself.

"Tanjiro, your name is Tanjiro, right!"

"I believe in you, the source is up to you!"

"I'll stop them!"

"Come on for our comrades!"

Just then, a knife chopped into Murata's shoulder.

Tanjiro anxiously wanted to help but Murata bounced off all the comrades around him.

"Tanjiro, I'm fine!"

"Trust me!"

Suddenly, a pungent smell invaded Tanjiro's nose, and he immediately locked the direction where the smell came from.

The guy who controlled everything was there.