Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

A strong breath spread out from the cloaked ghost, and the rocks under its feet turned into powder. There was no fancy blood demon art, just pure physical strength.

It tore off the cloak, and a blood-colored armor wrapped the clone of Muzan tightly, with only six pale arms and a pair of scarlet eyes exposed.

Muzan did not leave his consciousness on this clone, and only gave it two orders.

First, kill all the craftsmen in the sword-forging village.

Second, kill all the ghost hunters within sight.

The cold eyes swept over Tanjiro and the others, and the target was confirmed.

Kill!

With a bang, the clone of Muzan shot out like a cannonball, and at the same time, a large-scale pit appeared on the cliff behind it, which was left by the impact when it started.

Sensing the chilling pressure, Tanjiro exerted force on his legs, and the red fighting spirit suddenly burst out, and the round dance started in a flash.

We can't let this monster get close to the villagers, absolutely not. The aftermath alone could hurt the villagers.

Tanjiro kept shouting in his heart. Even without numbers, he was extremely sure that the demon in front of him was definitely a very powerful upper-rank demon.

The blade slashed through the night sky, turning red visibly. When it collided with the pale fist, the ring of fighting spirit condensed instantly shattered.

At this critical moment, a gunshot was heard in the distance.

A projectile wrapped in brown blood demon art passed by Tanjiro, and in the blink of an eye, a skin dragon entangled Muzan's clone.

But it only imprisoned the opponent for a few tenths of a second, but this time was enough for Tanjiro to react.

He retreated a few steps and dodged a punch, but a large piece of the ground between the man and the demon was cut off.

Xuan Mi in the distance hurriedly took out another demon blood capsule, which contained the blood of the Hundred Eyes Demon, and was also the strongest trump card in his hand at present.

He only had three capsules like this. After all, even if Feiyu really wanted to preserve Baimu's blood, it would be difficult.

Although he couldn't become as perverted as Baimugui, he could still barely entangle the guy in the distance.

The most urgent task was to drag the villagers to evacuate.

After swallowing the capsule, a light red fighting spirit seeped out of Xuanmi's muscles, and a few eyes slowly opened from his arms.

He took a step forward, the ground under his feet cracked, and in the blink of an eye he came to the front of Muzan's clone.

Xuanmi cooperated with Tanjiro, but was still in a passive position.

Seeing this, Mitsuri held the handle of the knife wrapped around her waist. She pulled it gently, and the ribbon-like blade broke away from her slender waist.

She held the handle of the knife tightly, and a sizzling sound was heard. The originally light pink Nichirin Sword turned visibly red.

The red sword rose.

She rushed towards Muzan's clone and warned:

"Shinobu, that guy's body is very strong and he has armor to protect his body. You are not suitable to fight him."

"Leave it to us, and the villagers to you!"

"Okay!" Shinobu Kocho nodded, she raised her voice and shouted, "Everyone, run, we will cover you!"

On one side, the three of them fought bloody battles with Muzan's clone.

On the other side, the swordsmiths ran away from the village with worried faces.

Shinobu Kocho was like a dividing line, separating life and death.

"You have to be careful!"

"Yes, thank you, swordsman!"

"The Swordsmith Village is with you!"

Even though the villagers who were gradually moving away were very scared, they still mustered up the courage to cheer for everyone.

Suddenly, a pale light bullet flew from the fiercely fighting side, and the air made a series of explosions wherever the light bullet passed.

And the light bullet landed between the villagers.

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Quick!"

The roars of Tanjiro and his men rang out. At this moment, they were entangled by Muzan's clone and could not leave the battlefield at all.

At this critical moment, Kocho Shinobu didn't care about anything else. She resolutely pulled out the second knife from her waist and stood alone in front of the villagers.

In an instant, lavender butterfly patterns appeared on her fair face, her heartbeat accelerated, and a steady stream of power was generated.

Kocho Shinobu's eyes were like torches, and she slashed with a knife. The purple blade passed through the night sky and shattered the light bullet.

Then, she bit off the pill on her wrist.

One person and one knife, like an insurmountable natural chasm, guarding the villagers.

"Run, everyone run!" Kocho Shinobu urged.

Within a few seconds, more than a dozen light bullets attacked again.

Muzan's clone had a total of six hands. It only relied on four arms to hold three people, and the other two were throwing light bullets unscrupulously.

Light rain and meteors fell from the sky. Just as Shinobu Kocho was about to stand up, a small hand grasped her knife. It was Nezuko.

Nezuko's small hand slid along the blade, and in an instant, a rose-colored flame burst into flames. SheHelped Shinobu Kocho to open the red sword.

"Nezuko, thank you!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was only a light purple afterimage standing beside Nezuko.

She looked up and saw a group of dancing butterflies flying in a continuous rain of light. They were like purple waves, surging under the night sky.

However, in the endless purple, a long rose-colored line quietly passed by, dragging a gorgeous light tail.

"Boom boom boom --!!!"

A series of explosions sounded, and bright lights exploded.

At this moment, the night was as bright as day.

Shinobu Kocho fell slowly from the air like a fairy, and there was a trail of countless butterflies behind her.

From a distance, it looked like a fairy's long skirt, very beautiful.

This is also a sword skill that she can only use in the spotted state.

Butterfly Breathing·Fairy Butterfly Rainfall.

"Great, well done, Shinobu!" Mitsuri cheered, "Of course, little Nezuko is great too!"

The villagers were walking away, and had completely left the dangerous battle line.

A tall swordsmith was running in front with the village chief on his back. Tetsuji Kawara Tetsujin turned his head and took a look, but still didn't see the figure of Tetsuzuka Hotaru.

He couldn't help but worry about where the kid Hotaru had gone.

He always made people worry.

The village was invaded by ghosts, where did he go?

"Has anyone seen Hotaru?"

"No!"

"No!"

"So that guy is not here!"

When Tetsuji Kawara Tetsujin asked this, everyone realized that he was gone.

"I know, he is hiding on a hillside far away from the village, where there is an abandoned wooden house."

"But I don't know what Hotaru is doing there!"

A villager said.

"It's safe there. The evil ghosts are all held in the village by the ghost hunters. Village chief, you don't have to worry!"

"Ah!" Tiediheyuan Tiezhen sighed. At this point, he could only pray for God's blessing.

But that place is really far from the village. I hope nothing happens to Ying.

The village chief grandfather said to himself. He was usually very strict with Ying, but he was the one who cared the most about the child.