Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Roar, roar, roar——!

The shrill roar echoed in the dark purple space, like a demon from hell, which was creepy.

Shimi and Xuanmi stood back to back, looking around with vigilance.

Suddenly, the demons surrounding the two of them seemed to have received some kind of summons, and stood obediently on both sides. They were like a welcoming team, waiting for someone to come.

Gurgle——!

The ground in the distance was boiling, a large number of bubbles gushed out, and a figure slowly floated up.

It was skinny, with circles of dark purple rings engraved on its pale skin, flashing with light, black trousers, and a white short coat.

Two black numbers were engraved in the dark purple eyes.

Go up!

"My sons, long time no see!" Ikong spoke slowly, with a playful smile on his tense face.

"Why aren't you dead yet!"

"You want me to do it myself? You're such an unfilial son!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shimi roared like thunder, and all the muscles in his body were shaking:

"Buzugawa Kyogo, go to hell, you unforgivable bastard!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Hahaha, you want to kill your father, you beast!" Ikuong widened his eyes and cursed.

"Hehe, you're not worthy of being a father. You're either gambling or beating your mother all day long. Have you ever taken care of us?"

Shimi Busu Gawa's veins popped up. Not to mention being a father, the guy in front of him wasn't even worthy of being a human being, otherwise he wouldn't have become an evil ghost.

"Tsk tsk tsk, then go to hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent hurricane came in the blink of an eye, with a sharp killing intent, going straight for his neck.

A touch of red bloomed in the dark green wind, and the red sword opened.

Windmill-shaped lines climbed up Shimi's side face, and the stripes opened.

His hatred for his bastard father reached such a strong degree.

Block——!

A dark purple kitchen knife blocked the burning knife. Jikong was timid when facing Feiyuzhen, but he was gifted as a ghost and received a lot of blood from Muzan.

Although he was good at escaping, he still had some strength, at least he could still resist facing a pillar.

The terrifying shock wave spread to the surroundings, directly annihilating the mass-produced evil ghosts around.

Bang——!

With a gunshot, the bullet wrapped in blood ghost art brushed Jikong's ear.

"Tsk, two unfilial sons!"

Jikong disappeared in the blink of an eye. This space belonged to its domain, and it could predict attacks in advance.

Xuanya had a scarlet vertical pupil on his forehead, and there were eyes on his hands.

This power belonged to the dead Baimugui.

The breath of the upper string soared, he took a step, and arrived in an instant, and suddenly appeared beside Jikong.

"Asshole, go to hell!"

Xuan Mi swung the Sun Wheel Sword. He had no breathing method, could not open the pattern, and did not need the red sword. He only had a strong body and pure strength.

Irish Kong sneered and disappeared on the spot. The blade wind with red blood mist fell, and a gap appeared on the dark purple sphere.

Below the gap is the outside world, the bottomless dark void.

How deep the Infinite City is is beyond human power.

Blood demon art can break blood demon art.

This space is not in the building.

Xuan Mi understood these two things instantly.

As Xuan Mi expected, from a distance, a dark purple ball with a diameter of 30 meters was suspended above the endless abyss.

If the ball is broken, everything inside will fall into hell.

Irish Kong needs a core to build this sphere. In the battle of Huajie, it took Jifu Taro and Daki as the core.

This time, it took itself as the core.

This was its second-hand preparation. It also had people it had to kill with its own hands, and that was its two rebellious sons.

For this reason, Jikong set up this trap.

It had always believed that it was that family that abandoned it, so it was jealous and resentful of everyone in the family.

But the fact was that it abandoned its family.

Xuan Mi glanced at the distance, and saw two figures moving back and forth, but in the end the dark green figure was still the dark purple figure.

Those mass-produced evil spirits who wanted to get close to the center of the battlefield died in an instant.

"Ahahaha, sure, rebellious son!"

"It's enough to kill you, bastard!"

The ground trembled suddenly, and dark purple lines connected to Jikong's body.

There is one advantage of the space being centered on it, which is that it can be blessed.

Boom boom boom!

The heartbeat sound like an engine echoed throughout the space, and all the evil spirits in the space disappeared.

Jikong began to expand wildly, and the surging dark purple wave slapped Shimi away.

"Hahaha, power, such a great feeling!"

Just at that moment, Jikong absorbed at least a hundred evil spirits, and its body expanded tenfold.

A ten-meter-tall muscular giant stood under the dark purple sky.

"Its aura is so strong!" ShiyaHolding the red knife tightly, he glanced at Xuan Mi and said.

"I can feel it!" Xuan Mi stared at the figure that covered the sky in front of him and clenched the knife tightly. He was not afraid. After all, he also had the strength of the upper strings.

"Two little beasts, go to hell!"

With a roar from the inertia, the clenched fist fell like a cannonball.

In an instant, an extremely powerful force gushed out from his fist, forming a fist wind like a sharp fist.

The fist wind whistled past, and wherever it went, the air seemed to be ignited and emitted a series of deafening explosions. Even the surrounding space could not withstand this huge pressure and began to tremble violently, as if it would collapse and shatter at any time.

At the same time, the two found that this space seemed to have become smaller.

The distance between the inertia and them was instantly shortened, and the attack was unavoidable.

"Brother, I'll take it!"

In a hurry, Xuan Mi took a step forward, and the scarlet blood surged. It took the powerful punch with its ghost body.

Under the strong pressure, the skin cracked and blood gushed out.

Cracking and repairing, this is his current state.

Strangely, the inertia seemed to be sucked in and had no next move.

This is its shortcoming. The price of obtaining powerful strength is that every attack needs to be cooled down.

As a ghost body, Xuan Mi has a good recovery speed.

"Brother, it's now!"

"Okay!"

The dark green fighting spirit suddenly burst out from his body. In the blink of an eye, the entire space around was stained with this deep green, like a green ocean.

Breath of the Wind·Ninth Type·Weituo Tiantai Wind.

Shi Mi jumped up and slashed at the neck of the inertia with a destructive gale. He roared and poured all his strength into the blade.

Coincidentally, at this time, the cooling ended, and the inertia raised his other fist and smashed it on his neck.

In front of the giant fist, Shimi was as small as an ant. Even so, he did not choose to dodge. In front of the huge body, the light of the red knife was very weak, but extremely dazzling.

"Beast, I want you to die!"

"Go to hell, you scum!"