Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

The four-handed ghost jumped up, his tall and strong figure was like a moving mountain, smashing down with a heavy sense of oppression.

Among the ghosts of Fujixi Mountain, it is the strongest.

The thorny vine cage has been close to Youichiro's skin, and he doesn't even have the space to swing his knife. Even in such a desperate situation, his face still has the pride that belongs to him.

He took a deep breath, and just when he was about to take action, Wuyilang, who was covered with green plant juice, rushed out. After he lost him, he cut a path with his knife.

"Stay away from my brother!"

He clenched the Sun Wheel Sword, and the spray of the Haze Breathing·Three Types·Haze San was activated, and he turned around instantly. In an instant, the white haze cloud beat down like waves.

Under the sharp blade, all the ghosts were forced to retreat, and he took the opportunity to turn around and cut a knife. The vine cage was cut open, and before it healed, Youichiro inside bounced the knife and got up.

The gap widened again, and he dodged sideways and ran out. After coming out, he reached out and rubbed his brother's head, his eyes swept around fiercely, and his tone was much softer.

"Muichiro, you've worked hard!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was only a light blue human-shaped mist outline beside Muichiro, and the Mist Breathing·Eighth Form·Mist Hidden was activated.

When the vine ghost came back to its senses, its world had been turned upside down. Youshiro kicked it away, and his steps became weak. This move consumed too much, and he began to breathe heavily.

However, the Mist Hidden can greatly improve Youshiro's various functions, which is somewhat similar to Feiyuzhen's Earth Form, which is enough to deal with these unruly ghosts.

"The guy with four hands is up to you!"

The light blue mist passed by Muichiro, and Youshiro's voice came into his ears.

Hearing this, a smile immediately appeared on Muichiro's face, and a layer of white fighting spirit appeared around him.

One blue, one white, brushed past each other in opposite directions.

One, two, three...

Youyilang was like Yama who was asking for his life. Wherever the blue mist passed, the evil ghosts would die.

Seeing the ghosts around him die one after another, the remaining guys ran away.

"Don't run, besiege him!"

The four-handed ghost held the head of the ghost who was about to escape and threw it at Youyilang like a ball. Just as it was about to take the next step, a white knife flashed.

The foam-like fighting spirit fell like snowflakes. In the blink of an eye, two of the four arms were gone.

Wuyilang went around the back of the four-handed ghost and a slightly childish voice sounded, "Take care of yourself first!"

"Damn it!"

"Smelly little ghost, what are you so arrogant about!"

The four-handed ghost turned around and smashed his fists. In front of its four-meter height, Youyilang was as small as an ant.

However, the coldness on his face made the four-handed ghost feel palpitating. You know, Wuyilang is in full condition now.

The Breath of Mist·Form IV·Horizontal Slash was activated.

In an instant, the burning mist spread out along a straight line like a flame.

At the same time, Muichiro himself appeared like a ghost on the other side of the four-handed ghost. There was a thin blood line on the neck of the four-handed ghost, and the bright red blood slowly flowed out, dyeing the surrounding air red.

Its eyes were widened to the limit, full of shock and disbelief, as if it had been beheaded.

"So... so strong..."

Before he could finish speaking, his head rolled down, and the body as big as a hill quickly shrank and turned into ashes bit by bit.

On the other hand, there were dissipating bodies lying around Yuichiro. He had beheaded ten of the thirteen ghosts, and the other three took the opportunity to escape.

"Don't even think about running, you weaklings!"

He raised his knife and was about to chase them, but Wuyilang grabbed his brother and said worriedly:

"Brother, you really need to rest!"

"Master said, don't chase after a desperate enemy. You have proved that you are strong. There are still four days of trials, enough for you to kill ghosts."

"Don't be so radical!"

"Each of us has our own path. Why should we stubbornly follow the master's steps?"

"Brother, you are you, and I am me!"

The younger brother's words instantly brought Youyilang back to reality. He realized that he had fallen into a trap just now. If these ghosts were not too weak, he would have died.

Am I...too radical?

"I...get it!"

"No more chasing!"

Although Youyilang was unwilling, his brother's words made sense.

Hearing this, Wuyi was relieved.

As soon as he let go, Youyilang fainted due to exhaustion.

He is still too young, even younger than when Fei Yuzhen and the others participated in the final selection. It is already very strong to be able to achieve this level.

Fei Yuzhen originally planned to let this pair of apprentices participate in the final selection in two or three years.Selection, but he really couldn't beat the kid Yuichiro.

Yuichiro is arrogant and jumpy, while Muichiro is easy-going and steady. The two brothers complement each other, which is what he, as a master, is most relieved about.

Brothers are united, and their strength can break metal.

After all, the change in the timeline makes Yuichiro not like in the plot, he does not need to rely on belittling his brother to achieve the purpose of protecting him.

Time flies, and the final selection of seven days is over.

At dawn, the dusty Tokito brothers rushed out of the Torii first.

"It's good to be back!" Feiyuzhen looked relieved. He found that the temperament of the two had changed a little, especially Yuichiro, who was not so impatient.

"Come on--" He opened his arms and said with a smile, "Master gives you a loving hug."

The cute little Muichiro rushed directly into Feiyuzhen's arms, and Yuichiro suppressed the urge to draw his sword and chop him. After all, he was the master.

He stood aside with his arms crossed, and said unhappily: "You bastard Lao Deng, you actually let the ghost set a trap for me."

Fei Yuzhen let go of the second apprentice and walked towards the eldest apprentice step by step. It seemed that the group of guys really made him grow up. He said seriously:

"The important thing about kendo is not talent, but character. I am testing you!"

"You, a traitor, don't know how much painstaking my master is!"

Your Excellence: (≖_≖ )

So what do you mean?

This is why you, a bastard, are pitting your apprentice.

Your Excellence was helpless to deal with such a master, but chose to accept his fate.

At this time, the other swordsmen walked out of the Torii one after another, no more, no less, a total of ten people.

In the later stage of the selection, Your Excellence no longer blindly chased the ghosts, but chose to unite everyone to search and kill the evil ghosts together.

"Boss, thank you so much for this time!"

"Yes, yes, you are super strong, boss!"

"Boss..."

Some of the eight new swordsmen surrounded Youichiro, while others stood beside Wuyiro, calling him boss affectionately.

Youichiro turned his head away proudly and said venomously: "Don't yell, I don't have a weak brother like you!"

In fact, he enjoyed this feeling very much.

Wuyiro scratched his head embarrassedly and said: "Well, we are all comrades, there is no such thing as boss or second."