Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

The setting sun was like blood, and clouds like red satin fell from the distant sky.

Suddenly, a wooden sword cut the red silk, and another wooden sword was also cut off.

"Transparent realm, so strong!" Fuzukawa Shiya was stunned. The moment he noticed the attack, the attack was over.

"Are you familiar with that feeling?" Fei Yuzhen raised the corner of his mouth and asked.

The setting sun stretched the figures of the two people very long. Shiya did not have any loss in his eyes. Instead, he said in an excited tone: "I feel a little bit, but I still need to... continue to fight. Come on, fight it for another hundred games!"

As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Banai appeared next to Shiya like a snake, and slowly said: "Beat your head, get out, chicken."

"Huh?!" Shiya widened his eyes, and just when he wanted to have a passionate quarrel with Xiao Banai, a big hand was placed on his shoulder, and a hearty laugh rang out.

"Shimi, you've already fought for several rounds, it's our turn!"

"Yes, yes, I also want to experience the legendary realm!" Santu came out from the other side and said with a smile.

Suddenly, a blade wind wrapped in a vast stream of water passed through the crowd, and the target was Feiyuzhen.

Ding——!

Feiyuzhen drew his sword to block, and although it was a wooden sword, it made a metallic collision sound.

"Yiyong, it has to be you, no nonsense, all action!"

"Yeah!"

With the earth as the stage and the bright red clouds as the curtain, the two of them moved back and forth like martial arts actors.

"Damn, you dead fish eyes, face paralysis man!" Xiao Banei, who arrived at the battlefield first, cursed, and then raised his sword to fight, but was pulled down by big brother Xingming.

"Don't disturb the practice, Namo Amitabha!"

The breeze blew over the green grass. In the shade of the trees in the distance, several ladies sat together and ate desserts.

"I miss it so much. When I first came to the Demon Slayer Corps, everyone practiced here!" Kanae murmured with the sunset reflected in her eyes.

"When, why didn't I know?" Mitsuri said vaguely with a sakura cake in her mouth, looking puzzled.

"Mitsuri, we didn't know each other at that time!" Shinobu Kocho reminded.

"That's right. At that time, we were still studying with our master in Sagariyama. In the blink of an eye, it was already ten years ago." Makoto held a cup of hot tea with a smile on his face.

When he looked up, he saw Yuichiro lying on a thick branch, staring into the distance in a trance.

"Hey, are you shy, little Ichiro?" Shinkomo teased, "Although I am your master, we are all your brothers and sisters."

"Yes, do you want to eat sakura cakes?"

Hearing this, Ichiro turned his head to the side and said proudly: "I am not a child, I am only five or six years younger than you?"

"Humph!"

The Tokito brothers are only fourteen years old, the youngest among all the pillars. After all, the average age of everyone is twenty years old, and even the eldest brother is already thirty.

In front of everyone, these two are indeed children.

"Hahaha, if you really say he is a little tsundere, just like Banai and Shimizu." Kocho Shinobu laughed and complained.

"Really? Banai is a tsundere!" Mitsuri realized it later.

"Why, won't he kiss you first?" Kanae asked with a gossipy look on her face.

"Mmmmm~"

Mitsuri lowered her head, her face flushed, and she couldn't speak.

Kissing and the like, so embarrassing... so embarrassing!

The girls started talking about love, gossiping, and occasionally there was a burst of cheerful laughter.

When it came to the topic of love, Youichiro ran away at the speed of light.

"Come on, Master, come on!" Muichiro was like a live treasure, shouting for encouragement on the side, and those who didn't know would think that Feiyuzhen was in trouble.

"Muichiro!" Youichiro appeared beside his brother, his face flushed, and his mind was still thinking about "kissing".

"Brother!"

The moment he turned his head, Muichiro was startled.

"Why are you blushing like this?!"

"It's the sun!"

"But it's sunset!"

"Shut up!"

"Oh!"

The battle continued, but Yiyong was obviously no match for Feiyuzhen and was quickly defeated.

"It's my turn."

Obanai rushed forward, and a white snake shadow quietly emerged, as if not giving Feiyuzhen a chance to breathe. After all, the entire Demon Slayer Corps only had this sandbag for sparring.

The rest of the pillars' rest time was over, and they all started sparring.

The daytime was the nightmare of the team members, and the evening was the carnival of the pillars.

On the open grassland, the sword skills were like a gorgeous rainbow, interweaving and colliding with each other. From a distance, it was a beautiful picture.

Who was the author of this picture? Naturally, it was Huali Ge.

He stood on a mound, in front of himStanding on a canvas, with a brush in one hand and a paint tray in the other.

"Gorgeous, so gorgeous, hahaha!"

The jewel necklace sparkled, Uzui Tengen touched the last stroke, and strode towards the distant grass.

Boom——!

The explosion sounded long, and Feiyuzhen's cursing voice sounded.

"Brother Huali, we agreed not to throw bombs, you bastard!"

"Oops, I took the wrong one, don't mind it!"

"Don't talk nonsense, come and fight if you are a man!"

As the fight went on, only two people were left on the field.

Tiandao Feiyuzhen and Beimingyu Xingmei.

The two strongest members of the Demon Slayer Corps.

The other pillars stood in the distance, staring intently, afraid of missing any details.

Clang——!

The sound of golden swords echoed under the setting sun. This time it was not a wooden sword, but a real weapon.

"Brother Ming, let's start!"

"Yes!"

Xingming nodded with a broad axe and a meteor hammer in his hands.

The battle was about to start. If he wanted to become stronger, he had to let go.

"Don't be afraid of hurting me!" Xingming shouted and swung the meteor hammer.

The oppressive feeling like a mountain fell, and the onlookers couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

On the other hand, Feiyuzhen, they couldn't detect a trace of breath.

Often, the unknown is the most terrifying.

Feiyuzhen's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye he appeared in front of Xingming, and he slashed with a knife, and everyone's heart was lifted.

Fortunately, the latter's physical body was trained to the extreme, and his reaction speed was amazing, so he blocked with a broad axe in time.

After a while, the battle ended, Feiyuzhen put away the knife, waved his hand, and smiled bitterly: "No, no, I can't kill him at all."

"It's okay, I still gained something, Namo Amitabha!" Xingming put his hands together and said with a smile.

Gradually, the silver light overshadowed the red clouds, and the night was deep.

Everyone rested and patrolled, and the hard work of the day ended.

The Demon Slayer Corps during this period was like a young man full of vigor and vitality, full of motivation every day.

Whether it was endurance, flexibility or sword skills, the swordsmen were steadily improving.

And the pillars had new insights into the highest realm every day through fighting with Touma again and again.

Everything was moving in the best direction, until the final battle came,

No one would relax.