Demon Slayer: The Tai Chi Swordsman

"Yo yo yo!"

"Why is your face red!"

Kiritani Sento hugged Fushigawa Minoru, who was really asking for a beating. Then, with a whoosh, Kiritani Sento was blown to the wooden wall beside him by the wind.

Fushigawa Minoru didn't realize what he had done at all, and said a little embarrassedly: "Rabbit, stop joking, it has nothing to do with Kanae!"

"Huh?"

"Where's the rabbit?"

Fushigawa Minoru was very puzzled. Why did this guy suddenly disappear? Has he reached such a strong level?

Kiritani Sento rubbed his chest and shouted to Fushigawa Minoru: "Hedgehog head, just a joke, don't use breathing techniques!"

Fushigawa Minoru realized his behavior and said a little embarrassedly: "Sorry... sorry!"

Ichiro stopped the knife in his hand, his tone was sharp. He had wanted to do this for a long time, but it was too disrespectful to his teacher.

"Brother Shiya, good job!"

Kiritani Sento pulled himself out of the wall, pointed at Yuichiro and said, "You little bastard, are you going to rebel!"

Yuichiro curled his lips and said, "Huh? I'm just stating the objective facts!"

After a while, the master and apprentice started to make peace with each other, and Shiya stood in the middle with a helpless look on his face, and his voice was also very low: "Brother, Master, we are all family!"

Fushigawa Shiya has long been accustomed to it. This pair of funny guys quarrel eight days out of ten, which is simply too normal.

Fushigawa Shiya grabbed Kiritani Sento's shoulders and pulled him into the house, while continuing the previous topic: "By the way, the lord asked the three of us to supplement Fujishizan, and the sound pillar has a mission!"

"Time is tight, there is only one month left!"

"Huh?"

"Catch a ghost?"

Kiritani Sento suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. Maybe these two guys will have to participate in the final selection, then he will become the next gorgeous brother?

Is this the legendary change of fortune?

Before reaching the door, Fuzugawa Shima changed direction. He pulled Kiritani Sento out of the yard and waved to the yard.

"Your master is on a mission, remember to notify the others!"

"Practice slowly, geniuses!"

"Oh! Got it!"

"Master, Brother Shima, I wish you good luck in martial arts!"

...

It was a dark and windy night, and the stars were as sparse as the hair of programmers, emitting a faint light.

Three big men were hiding outside a cave stealthily, and there were still footprints of varying depths on the path leading into the cave.

The footprints were twice as large as those of ordinary people, and it was obvious that they were some kind of beast.

The tiny chewing sounds kept drilling into Xiao Banai's ears, making him very irritated.

Xiao Banai turned around and yelled, "Damn rabbit, stop eating. Should I listen to you or the ghost?"

Kiritani Sento waved his hand and complained indifferently, "Man is made of iron, and food is made of steel. I'll be hungry if I don't eat for a meal!"

"Besides, if you didn't chop ghosts when you see them, we would have gathered enough people long ago!"

"You are the kind that can't be stopped!"

Kiritani Sento's words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the fire in Xiao Banai's heart. After all, he was indeed in the wrong, and Rabbit and Shimi were indeed too hard.

Xiao Banai also underestimated his hatred for ghosts. He felt uncomfortable when he saw ghosts but didn't kill them.

Kiritani Sento ate the last hawthorn, not only walked out of the bushes slowly, but also walked into the cave with no end in sight as if he was on a picnic.

Kiritani Sento took out a test tube from his arms, which contained bright red blood. The blood had an irresistible attraction to ghosts, and it was rare blood.

The three of them had been observing this cave for a few days, and it was also the last target of this trip.

As soon as Kiritani Sento opened the cork and poured the thin blood in front of him, a faint smell of blood drifted into the cave with the wind.

But this insignificant smell of blood could stir up a thousand waves. The sensitivity of evil spirits to thin blood is like that of sharks in the sea, and they can always smell the smell hundreds of meters away.

Boom boom boom!

The gravel on the ground kept shaking, and Fuzugawa Shiya and Obanai put their hands on the hilt at the same time.

Their mission was very important, because not only did they have to catch ghosts, but they also had to determine the strength of the ghosts, otherwise the younger generation of the Demon Slayer Corps could not be guaranteed.

As the noise became louder and louder, Kiritani Sento withdrew from the cave, and at the moment he withdrew, a pair of blood-red eyes lit up.

Kiritani Sento turned his head to look at Fuzugawa Sane and smiled: "These eyes look a bit like Hagi Mochi!"

Fuzugawa Sane: "..."

As soon as Kiritani Sento finished speaking, the cave entrance began to shake violently, as if something was about to rush out.

There was a loud bang, and a huge rock fell from the sky, like a meteor.Smashed towards Kiritani Sento.

A crisp sound bloomed under the night sky, and the boulder was split into two, and behind the boulder was a muscular giant.

"Damn ghost hunter, the ghost is still lingering!"

Muscle ghost punched out, and Kiritani Sento flexibly avoided it. With just one cut, there was a crack deep into the bone on the chest of muscle ghost.

"Ahhh!" Muscle ghost screamed in pain, and his original arrogant arrogance was gone.

He had a premonition that if the other party wanted to, he would definitely die. The previous cut was deliberately crooked.

Muscle ghost felt as if there was a pair of eyes staring at him from behind, like a beast staring at its prey to be slaughtered.

Kiritani Sento made another horizontal slash, and muscle ghost didn't even react to his arm being broken.

Because ghosts can regenerate, Kiritani Sento and his team's method of dealing with ghosts is very simple, that is, to chop until the other party can't grow back, and consume their physical strength to the greatest extent.

Run!

I want to run!

The muscle ghost regretted that he shouldn't have rushed out when he smelled the thin blood. Who knew there was a pillar waiting for him?

It has always been the case that only ghost hunters are hunters, not ghost hunters.

"Go ahead!"

"He's weak!"

The voice of Kiritani Battle Rabbit was like a concerto before death, sentencing the opponent to death.

Two more knife lights flashed, and the muscle ghost lost his legs respectively. He still couldn't see the opponent's speed clearly.

The huge body of the muscle ghost fell down, and the ground shook constantly.

The muscle ghost was in a state of bitterness. It was outrageous that three pillars were dispatched to deal with a ghost who didn't even know blood ghost arts!

"You despicable ghost hunters, how hateful!"

"Let's fight one-on-one if you dare!"

The muscle ghost roared madly. His limbs had not grown back yet, and only a lonely arm hit the ground.

Kiritani Zhantu expressionlessly cut off the last arm of the muscle ghost and stabbed it into the opponent's heart: "It's shameless, you have any objection!"

"This, this, this..." The muscle ghost was choked.

What everyone didn't know was that this beast was not the only one attracted by the rare blood.