Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

The clear stream reflected the stars in the sky, the bonfire danced with the wind, and Tanjiro and Kanao sat around the orange flame and chatted.

Of course, it was only Tanjiro who spoke unilaterally, after all, Kanao was not very fluent, and she needed time to adapt to the new self who did not rely on coins.

The stars flowed, the night faded like a tide, and the other three gradually woke up.

"Tanjiro, I'm so hungry!" Zenitsu's coquettish voice sounded, he always subconsciously relied on Tanjiro.

"The dry food has been heated up!"

"Come and eat if you are hungry!"

"Go to the river to wash your hands first!"

Tanjiro's gentle and considerate voice sounded, but it was useless to Zhuzhu, he started eating directly.

After a while, several people finished eating, and today was also the last day of the selection.

For those who participated in the final selection, the day is always so short, and the deadly night seems to come back in the blink of an eye.

For the evil ghosts, this is a hunting carnival, and for some swordsmen, it is also a hunting carnival.

"Weak ghost, wait for me to die, hahaha!"

"Pig advances!"

It is obvious that Pig is the fanatical fighter. His loud voice echoes in the mountains, and he is completely reporting to the evil ghosts.

"Inosuke, wait for us!"

Tanjiro and the other four are chasing behind, while Zenitsu looks like he has no desire to live, and shouts at the same time,

"Inosuke, why are you shouting so loudly, it will attract ghosts!"

"Really?" Pig looked at Zenitsu with a puzzled look, and then immediately raised his voice.

"I am here, ghosts, come and eat me!"

"Come and eat me!"

"Ahahaha!"

This kind of suicidal behavior shocked Zenitsu greatly.

After a while, more than a dozen ghosts rushed in from all directions, surrounding the five people.

"I'm dying, I'm dying..."

"I don't want to die, it's all because of you, Inosuke, you idiot!"

Zenitsu scolded Zhuzhu first, then foamed at the mouth and fainted.

Xuanya: (≖_≖ )

This kind of guy is actually the junior brother of the real big brother?

He looked at the fainted Zenitsu with contempt, puzzled.

But the five little ones now are not the rookies in the past. An evil ghost like Fujishizan who doesn't even have blood demon arts is not their opponent at all.

After only ten minutes, the battle ended with a crushing momentum.

Zenitsu won again.

"Zenitsu, wake up, the battle is over!" Tanjiro grabbed Zenitsu's shoulders and shook him gently.

Who knew that this guy actually snored.

Seeing this, Xuanya on the side was speechless. He unscrewed the water bottle and poured half a bottle of water directly on Zenitsu's face, and the latter woke up suddenly.

"Ahhhhhh——"

First there was a deafening high pitch, then there were the daily negative comments of crying for parents, which the others were used to.

Suddenly, his crying stopped, and he pointed to the dark wilderness in the distance.

"There is a noise over there, not a ghost, but a human!"

"A very strong human!"

As long as it is not a ghost, Zenitsu is unusually calm.

The others looked in the direction he pointed, and there was nothing but darkness.

Of course, Zenitsu heard it because of his super hearing, and the other four naturally didn't know.

But he was telling the truth.

Three hundred meters away, a black shadow was seen rushing past like lightning.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a man in a black cloak. He seemed to be carrying a rectangular object on his back, but it was covered by the cloak and the specific situation could not be seen clearly.

The bright moonlight poured down, but it could only barely reflect a trace of his afterimage, which flashed like a ghost.

"Here it comes, getting closer!" Zenitsu widened his eyes, feeling terrible. Now the strongest guys on the throne were right next to him, and he couldn't imagine that anyone could be so fast.

Coincidentally, at this moment, Tanjiro also smelled the smell, which was the smell left in the bushes last night, the extremely rich fragrance of wisteria mixed with a pungent stench.

"Kanaho, it's the guy who led you here!"

Tanjiro yelled.

As soon as the voice fell, Xuan Mi looked at Tanjiro in disbelief and added: "I was also chasing someone, and then I met you!"

"What?!"

"Is it the enemy of the Demon Slayer Corps, the Night Hunter?"

"It's over, it's dead!"

Zenitsu started to talk nonsense again, something that no one could understand.

Except for the screaming Zenitsu, the expressions of the other four people became solemn, and they stared at the distance intently.

Finally, the figure appeared.

Under the bright silver light, a pair of golden eyes suddenly lit up.

""Who are you?" Tanjiro asked politely, standing in front of the five little ones.

Just as he finished speaking, the mysterious cloaked man flashed and came close in an instant.

His speed was so fast that it was beyond the limit of what the human eye could capture, as if he had crossed the distance of space.

Before everyone could react, the cloaked man's fist had already blasted out with the force of thunder.

The power contained in this punch was like a huge mountain falling from the sky, crushing the five people fiercely.

In an instant, the incomparable power was like a surging wave. It pressed down horizontally, directly covering the five people.

Faced with such a blow, the five people felt that their breathing became difficult, and their chests seemed to be pressed down by a huge rock, and even breathing became a luxury.

Their faces instantly turned red, veins on their foreheads bulged, and beads of sweat rolled down their cheeks, but they could not move at all, and could only watch the fatal fist getting closer and closer...

Unexpectedly, the fist stopped in front of Tanjiro's forehead, and the terrifying pressure disappeared, and then a hearty laugh rang out,

"Young man, you still have to practice!"

"It seems that the selection of Fuji Xishan is of no use to you!"

Hearing the familiar voice, several people smiled brightly and said almost in unison:

"Brother Zhen!"

"That's right, it's me, the invincible and awesome Tiandao Feiyu Zhen in the universe! "

Fei Yuzhen smiled and lifted his cloak. He also had a special mission. He raised his arm and a two-meter-high wooden box flew out from under the cloak.

He grabbed the black straps, met the curious and puzzled eyes of several people, and said loudly:

"Want to participate in the final trial?"

"A challenge exclusive to the five of you!"

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you give up. After all, the final selection will be over at dawn!"

As soon as these words came out, Zenitsu waved his hands frantically without any hesitation and shouted:

"Brother, I refuse, I firmly disagree!"

"As expected of you, my junior brother!" Fei Yuzhen was not surprised at all, but looked at the others, waiting for their answers.