Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Because of Touma, the five little ones had a very smooth road, so smooth that they had no chance to temper their will. They had the best teachers, the guidance of countless excellent predecessors, and the training was even more arduous.

Of course, Zenitsu only worked hard in his dreams.

But sometimes, powerful forces are often born from death.

Along the way, almost every pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps grew up in this way.

Fujishiyama's only threatening one-handed demon has been dead for many years.

For the five little ones, this seven-day survival challenge is no different from an outing, and they are the indispensable protagonists to behead Muzan.

Since there is no threat, Touma can only create threats with a few people, so he specially caught a demon, who has been secretly observing the few people these days, and deliberately let them gather together.

"Brother Zhen, what is the final challenge? Come on!"

"Yes, if possible, I would like to participate. These past few days are too boring."

"What challenge? Come on, I'm not afraid of anything!"

"I agree!"

Surprisingly, except for Zenitsu, who was timid, the other four people had a burning desire in their eyes.

It's not just Touma who thinks so. They also think that this final selection is a waste of time. At least it shouldn't be so easy. No ghost can even withstand a move from one of them.

"In that case, do you dare to challenge the Twelve Demon Moons?"

Touma's words were like hammers hitting one after another, and the four little ones were silent.

In the cognition of several people, the Twelve Demon Moons are the most powerful ghosts standing at the top of the evil ghosts.

The beginning is hell, it's exciting to think about it!

After a short silence, except for Zenitsu who had already started running, the other three people looked at Tanjiro at the same time. Unconsciously, he had become the leader recognized by several people.

"Not bad, impressive!"

Feiyuzhen nodded with satisfaction, and then punched the wooden box beside him. In the blink of an eye, the silver fighting spirit shattered the wooden box, countless debris floated to one side, and a pool of purple liquid fell with a splash.

The so-called Twelve Demon Moons inside were revealed, and it was a mummy as thin as a bamboo pole.

Since this demon was exhausted of his physical strength and blood by Feiyuzhen, he was sealed in the special potion of wisteria flowers.

Now the potion has dissipated, circles of invisible ripples spread out, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Feiyuzhen looked at them seriously and asked for the last time:

"Are you sure?"

"It's not too late to regret now. Even if this demon is not in its prime, its strength is still enough to rival the former Lower Rank Five."

"We are sure!" said several people in unison.

"Okay!"

Feiyuzhen took out a needle filled with his own blood from his arms and inserted it into the demon's mouth.

He threw away his cloak and turned into a red-gold lightning that passed by the four people, bringing a gust of wind.

How could his junior brother be missing in such an activity that can stimulate and grow?

Zenitsu, who had used several thunderbolt flashes to escape dozens of meters away, was breathing heavily. Just when he was taking a breath, Feiyuzhen had already stood beside him.

"Zenitsu, where are you going?"

"Brother, I don't want to join. I'll die. I'll definitely die. That's the Twelve Demon Moons!"

"Brother——"

Zenitsu hugged Feiyuzhen's thigh tightly, crying and snotting. He didn't want to play with those crazy people even if he was beaten to death.

"Zenitsu, you are very talented!"

"You have even learned the full concentration breathing and Changzhong, and you have four reliable partners. What are you afraid of!"

"Fight like a man!"

"No, no, I don't want it, I'm scared!" Zenitsu shook his head frantically.

Seeing this, Feiyuzhen sighed imperceptibly. He thought for a while and spoke crisply,

"Well, perform well, and I will introduce you to a wife later. It must be a cute one!"

As soon as these words came out, Zenitsu stood up handsomely like a hungry wolf, with one hand on the hilt of the knife, and walked towards the direction of the evil ghost without looking back. Even his voice became mature and steady.

"Brother, keep your word!"

"What kind of loser is the Twelve Ghost Moons? Let that guy see how powerful the Lei Hu lineage is."

As soon as he finished speaking, a shrill howl tore through the night sky. The sound seemed to come from the underworld. Fei Yuzhen's blood was completely absorbed by the evil ghosts...

It woke up.

The four little ones drew out their Sun Wheel Swords and quickly stepped back. Xuan Mi swallowed the only remaining ghost blood capsule on his body. It was three drops of blood from Upper String Four.

"Huh——"

"Damn Tiandao Fei Yuzhen, do you really think these little guys can kill me? It doesn't matter if they are not in their prime. You must not underestimate me!"

The Snow Demon spit out a few mouthfuls of wisteria flower liquid, and his body was like a sponge absorbing water. It collided at high speed, and his shriveled limbs gradually returned to their original state.

The strong muscles crushed the bandages, turning them into fragments and drifting away with the wind.

The ice-blue ghost pattern was like a cold star flashing in the night sky, flashing frequently in the darkness, emitting a heart-pounding light.

At the same time, a pair of bloodthirsty eyes slowly opened from the darkness, filled with endless murderous intent and greed, staring closely at the four little ones in the distance.

Locked in by such a gaze, the four people only felt a chill surging from their spines, instantly spreading throughout their bodies, making them tremble involuntarily.

This is the oppression of the Twelve Demon Moons, even if it is not in its heyday.

"Dare to shout in front of your uncle Inosuke, the bandage fool ghost, go to hell! "

Inosuke said nothing, holding the two swords tightly and went for it.

Tanjiro and Kanao formed a triangular encirclement with Inosuke on the left and right.

Xuan Mi raised his short gun covered with red blood vessels to provide long-range support.

With a bang of a gunshot, the dark green wooden dragon instantly caught up with the three little ones and arrived at the battlefield first.

"Human?"

"Blood demon art? "

"Hehe~"

The Snow Demon laughed playfully, and then threw a punch casually. The fist wind wrapped in snow and wind collided with the wooden dragon, freezing the wooden dragon and then turning it into debris.

The Snow Demon is one of the few ghosts with two attributes of blood ghost arts, but it is the sandbag carefully selected by Fei Yuzhen.

So strong!

Xuan Mi widened his eyes, realizing for the first time how powerful the ghost was, so he immediately fired three shots.

The bullets hiding the blood ghost arts followed the other three besiegers to the Snow Demon.

Suddenly, the ground surged, and more than ten thick ground spikes suddenly jumped out.

The bullets fired by Xuan Mi were detonated by the ground spikes, and the three little ones were forced to separate. At the same time, the Snow Demon's right arm instantly became thicker, and it aimed at Kanao, who thought it was the weakest, and punched.

The ice-blue ghost pattern suddenly lit up, like a flash bomb, and it hit the eyes of the three people. They lost their vision for a while, like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.