Demon Slayer: The Tai Chi Swordsman

In the deep and silent woods, a creaking sound penetrated the leaves, and a black figure rushed past like a ghost.

"Xiushe, it's Xixue!"

"Hahaha!"

"I want to become stronger!"

This figure was like a chainsaw, and trees fell wherever it passed. He had only one goal, and that was where Kiritani Sento was.

Finally, this figure broke through the shackles of the forest, and his appearance was revealed.

Against the backdrop of the moonlight, the iron-blue skin flashed with cold light, and the long black hair had not yet reacted to the extreme speed just now. A tuft of black goatee highlighted his personality, and the black lines made his face angular.

The golden sclera was shining, and the most important thing was that the iris of the left eye was engraved with "Xie Er".

The beast that followed the smell of Xixue was the current Lower String Two, Lulu.

Kiritani Sento and the other two turned back at the same time, and they all sensed the murderous aura that was rising to the sky.

Ruri looked at the three people, and his heart sank instantly. As a veteran lower-rank, he had a deep memory of the pillars.

After all, the pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps were dressed differently from ordinary members. He didn't expect to meet three pillars at once. He was so unlucky.

The air seemed to be frozen, and it was terribly quiet.

One foot of Kiritani Sento was still on the chest of the muscle ghost, and the muscle ghost had been chopped by the three people without any strength.

The clothes of Kiritani Sento and the other two were still stained with the blood of the muscle ghost. For a moment, they didn't know who was the real ghost.

Ruri, who was full of joy, didn't hesitate at all, and turned around and ran. He could still beat one pillar, but facing three pillars would only lead to death.

Fuzugawa Shiya was a little confused. He looked at Kiritani Sento and asked slowly: "What was that thing that just passed by?"

"It was a damn ghost!" Iguro Obana said with a face full of resentment.

Kiritani Sento looked at the two of them seriously. He could see clearly through his eyes: "It's the Lower Moon Two!"

"Oh my god!"

"What!"

Fuzuigawa Shiya and Iguro Obanai's eyes lit up immediately, like a bright light in the long night. Nothing could make these two more excited than the Twelve Moons.

The two people were itching to catch ghosts. It was a torture for them not to be able to behead the ghosts, especially for Obanai.

Before Kiritani Sento and Fuzuigawa Shiya could react, Iguro Obanai had disappeared.

He rushed into the dense forest alone. Kiritani Sento had no choice but to hold his forehead. Although it was only a Lower Moon, it was too dangerous to rush in rashly.

"Hedgehog head, I'll leave this ghost to you. I'll go see the little snake!"

Kiritani Sento ran away at the speed of light, leaving Fuzuigawa Shiya, who was half a beat slower than the two, alone in the wind.

Fushigawa Shimizu stretched out his hand towards the distance and complained: "Hey! I... I want to cut down the string too!"

"You two guys skipped work in the middle of the day, damn it!"

Seeing that there was no response after shouting for a long time, Fushigawa Shimizu had to complete the task.

Muscle ghost took advantage of the chaos to move his body a little bit, trying to escape from this place of trouble.

Fushigawa Shimizu turned around and stared at the muscle ghost angrily. At this moment, he was like a Shura from hell.

Muscle ghost seemed to feel the murderous intent that was close to reality. He turned his head with horror and stammered: "You... Don't come over here!"

"Tsk!"

"It's all because of you. I can't go to cut down the string!"

"Damn it!"

"I'm so angry!"

Muscle ghost was confused, thinking what does this have to do with me, brother.

Fushigawa Shimizu slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and countless black wind blades hovered around the blade.

Breath of the Wind·Type 1·Dust Whirlwind·Slash.

The arm that the muscle ghost had just grown flew straight out like a kite with a broken string.

The muscle ghost's heart trembled. This guy's expression was even more evil than a ghost. How much hatred did he have!

Only the miserable screams echoed in the endless jungle, accompanied by the howling wind.

…

Windwheel turned back almost every three steps. Although the sound was very small, he heard the footsteps, which meant that the pillars were chasing him, but he didn't know how many pillars there were.

"Hey! You guy, stop right there!"

"Let's have a fair duel!"

"I will cut your neck off!"

"Aren't you the second lower string?"

"Where is your dignity as a lower string?"

"Garbage ghost, garbage!"

Obanei's shouting and cursing were endless, and every sound was like a sharp knife, fiercely embedded in Windwheel's heart.

So there is only one person, then I will fight!

The fear on Lu Lu's face disappeared in the wind, and he tore off his leftarm, and at the same time a large iron hammer appeared in his hand.

Lower String Two, Iron Demon, possesses the blood demon art of turning the body into steel.

Winder carried the large iron hammer and looked at the dark forest vigilantly. Even when facing an opponent, he had to pay 120% attention.

Winder was very timid. As long as the number exceeded one, he would definitely run away. As long as he found a little disadvantage, he would run away. His goal was simple, to survive.

Xiao Banei rushed out suddenly, looking at the stopped Winder, he was very excited, the fiery red sword suddenly lit up, and a long snake phantom wrapped around his double-edged blade.

Snake Breathing·Five Type·Winding Long Snake.

Winder jumped down, and the iron hammer shook the air. There was a reason for being the Lower String Two. Even if he was timid, his strength was there.

The blade and the iron hammer passed by at high speed, and the roar of metal exploded, but Xiao Banei's knife suddenly changed direction.

What?

Not the neck, but the arm!

In just one breath, countless half-meter-long spikes covered the whole body of the windlass, and the red knife and the spikes rubbed against each other to produce countless hot sparks.

Obanai bent back to avoid the hammer, but the hammer head suddenly stretched out, and the thin and sharp blade chopped towards his head.

Ding!

Obanai bit the blade, and he avoided the fatal blow with his quick reaction.

"Tsk, I've been seen through!"

Suddenly, an amazing fighting spirit burst out from Obanai's body, and the black breath made Windlass stunned for a moment.

The second type of narrow head fangs was activated, and the big iron hammer of Windlass was broken into pieces.

Is this guy still human?

Doubts occupied Windlass's brain, and he had already thought of running away.

Since the battle with Douma, the five people of Obanai have been qualitatively improved, and only the pressure of life and death can stimulate their potential.

The third type: Nest twisting is activated, and countless blade winds slash at the opponent from various angles, just like a big snake hunting and wrapping its prey tightly.

With a slash from Obanai, half of the left arm of the windbreaker was cut off.

The burning pain made the windbreaker grimaced, and his face was twisted.

However, the piercing pain was not important. The important thing was that the windbreaker felt that the broken limbs were sealed and could not grow back.

How could it be possible?

The face of the windbreaker was full of disbelief!

While he was in a daze, Obanai's knife had already opened its mouth to bite his neck.