Demon Slayer: The Tai Chi Swordsman

The light blue fighting spirit was overwhelming. Akaza did not hide but went all out. He knew that it was useless to hide in the same state of transparency.

For hundreds of years, he had been pursuing to become stronger. He didn't know why he only knew the title of the strongest.

Kyojuro was the first opponent he recognized. It didn't matter who lived or died. Since the strange voice appeared in Akaza's head, he had changed a lot.

Kyojuro was like a tiger, with raging flames wrapped around his body. He was like a giant beast walking out of lava.

The name of Purgatory was inherited from the first generation of Flame Pillar. Purgatory Kyojuro would live up to the will of his ancestors and punish the evil spirits.

The dazzling fire directly overturned the room. Outside the room was an endless void, and the dazzling flames were like a handful of flames.

Although the flames were small, they were as bright as stars, enough to illuminate the darkness of this space.

Akaza's fighting spirit suddenly shrank sharply, and the snowflake technique under his feet also bloomed. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Luo needles merged into Akaza's body.

Destruction Kill·Final Style·Blue Silver Chaotic Afterglow.

Akaza released all the Luo needles in one breath, and blue light bullets flew everywhere, and the speed of the light bullets had exceeded the speed of sound.

But the numerous light bullets were just a cover. Akaza knew very well that no matter how intensive the attack was, it would be nothing in front of the transparent realm. His killer move was hidden in the chaotic afterglow.

Destruction Kill·Extinction Style.

Akaza charged and punched out, and the deep blue light column instantly submerged Kyojuro.

The whole room was left with only a vast blue light curtain, and the eldest brother seemed to have disappeared, without a trace of fire.

I won, Kyojuro, you are a respectable opponent!

Akaza had respect in his eyes. He hoped that Kyojuro was not dead. He had long forgotten the order that Muzan gave to Akaza.

Suddenly, the blue light curtain was cut by the burning red sword, and the orange-red flame flashed, and a graceful arc passed over Akaza's head.

At the critical moment just now, Kyojuro surpassed the previous Flame Pillars. He realized the Tenth Form of the Breath of Flame, a breath of flame that belonged to him alone.

Breath of Flame·Tenth Form·Hikaku!

Kyojuro, who was exhausted, staggered to Akaza. He laughed and said, "Akaza, it's my Purgatory Kyojuro who won!"

"You lost!"

Kyojuro knew that beheading Akaza would not kill him, but no matter what, he won this duel.

"Puff!"

Kyojuro spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his vision became blurred. Obviously, his body had reached its limit.

But Akaza's head didn't grow back. His eyes were dull, as if he had lost his soul, but his body still didn't collapse.

Akaza opened his eyes suddenly, and he felt his body sagging.

Lost, I really lost!

Hahaha!

If Kyojuro, you were born a few hundred years earlier, maybe we wouldn't be enemies.

Ahhh!

Akaza felt like his head was going to explode. The pain he had never experienced squeezed his brain, and scattered fragments of memory filled Akaza's brain all at once.

Komaji, is my name Komaji?

Slowly, Akaza lost consciousness.

Dangdangdang!

The thick wooden board hit the boy's back again and again. The boy seemed a little numb. He was obviously punished with a hundred boards, which would make even an adult man faint completely.

It seems that this kind of punishment is not a threat to the teenager. The boy's name is Komaji. He was born in a poor family. He has a seriously ill father at home. He has been stealing to buy medicine for his father.

In this era, the rich do whatever they want, and the poor live worse than animals.

After beating with a stick, the community official released Komaji. After all, he was just a child, and beating with a stick was already a heavy punishment.

Komaji didn't care about the bloodstained clothes, but hurriedly looked at his arms. He was relieved to find that the medicine was fine, as if the medicine was more important than his life.

Komaeda wore a ragged coarse cloth and ran straight to his home. Passers-by avoided him. In the eyes of others, he was a disaster star.

After all, he was born with sharp teeth, so he was called "the son of the devil" and had a bad reputation.

When Komaji got home, he found that the house was empty. He searched inside and outside the house, but Komaji only found a piece of paper.

His father had taught Komaji to read, and he could barely recognize the content on the paper:

Komaji, I'm sorry for you! But I haven't lived to the point where you have to rely on robbing others' money to survive. I'm really sorry for causing you trouble!

Dad hopes you can live well. You are still young, please live honestly!

Komaji suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He pushed open the door of his house. He had been hiding it from his father, so why did he know?

Please don't die, I'm the only one left.Next is your relative!

"Komaji, you're back!"

"Your father hanged himself a few days ago, I'm so sorry!"

"Since you haven't been home for a few days, the neighbors have buried him together!"

The neighbor's grandfather sighed, and it was hard to tell whether it was sympathy or something else.

Komaji stood there in a daze, as if struck by a bolt from the blue, and he felt his heart broken.

After a moment, Komaji raised his head, his tone seemed a little depressed: "Grandpa, where is my father buried?"

"Let's go!"

The old man staggered, and Komaji followed him in silence.

In the deep forest, overgrown with weeds, there was a small mound of earth, and inside it was the person Komaji didn't want to lose no matter what. For his father, he didn't hesitate to go along with the world.

He didn't hesitate to become a sinner. Komaji knelt in front of his father's grave, crying bitterly, and he trembled all over. This pain was more painful than any punishment.

Komaji knelt from day to night and from night to day. After three days, he brought a stone tablet from somewhere. He stained his index finger with blood and erected a tablet for his father.

A few days after his father's death, the magistrate tattooed Komaji and exiled him from Edo. In fact, Komaji took the blame for the son of a rich family.

After his father's death, Komaji became confused and continued to do his old job. He hated this cannibalistic society and everyone.

One night, Komaji met eight gangsters who laughed at Komaji's tattoos.

Komaji didn't say anything and just punched them.

Eight adults were beaten to tears by Komaji, a teenager. Komaji kicked the guy in front of him away.

"Get out of here, you useless bastard!"

"Or I'll beat you to death!"

Just as Komaji was about to walk out of the alley, an old man in a white dojo uniform walked in. The man was smiling. He heard the fighting and wanted to take a look. He could tell at a glance that Komaji had a talent for martial arts.

Those hooligans were notorious bullies in this area, and Qingzang wanted to help them.

Qingzang caught a glimpse of the tattoos on Komaji's body and immediately understood his identity. He was a little confused. What a serious crime a teenager had committed to be exiled.