Demon Slayer: Unlimited Skill Points At The Start

Chapter 49 It's Up To You! (Ask For Flowers! Ask For Votes!)

"Isn't this Master Giyuu?"

Seeing Tomioka Giyuu lying on the ground dripping with blood, many knife forgers gasped.

What kind of enemy is it that can cause such serious injuries to even a person who has become a pillar.

"Wait, Gyuutarou. Suddenly I have a great idea!"

I saw a voice gradually coming from a distance, and then a ferocious young man with black and green hair jumped into the blacksmith shop with two sickles in his hands.

It was Gyuutarou who came.

As a ghost, he just instinctively sensed the sunlight that he hated in the aura here.

That's right, this is definitely where the Nichirin Blades are made.

"You stinky gourd, why order me!"

Gyuutarou yelled in Gyokko's direction with a threatening face.

And the words "Shang Liu" in his eyes were also seen by the swordsmiths on the side.

"God, it's Shangxian, how did they find this place!"

"Master Heiyu is still forging the fairy sword now, we must not let them disturb Master Heiyu!"

"That's right, absolutely don't let them get close to Master Black Feather!"

In a split second, the surrounding swordsmiths picked up the surrounding weapons, stepped forward, and covered the seriously injured Tomioka Giyuu.

Now Hei Yuming is completely immersed in the process of forging weapons, it seems that the surrounding things have nothing to do with him.

Only the sound of ping-pong-pong-pong-pong iron strikes came continuously, making the original dignified atmosphere even more depressing.

"Don't you think it would be interesting to turn all the swordsmiths into works of art in front of a pillar?"

With the sound of another sound, a black jar gradually rolled to the front of everyone.

"Also, don't you forget that the task assigned to you by that lord is to assist me, or do you want to disobey that lord's order?"

I saw a head slowly drilled out of the jar, and the words "Shang Wu" in the eyes made everyone around feel a burst of terror.

It was an unprecedented event that two wounded ghosts broke into the village of the swordsmith.

"Hmph, it sounds interesting."

Perhaps compromising the order of the adult, Gyuutarou gradually put down the weapon in his hand and stood aside, wanting to see what the finished artwork Gyokko was talking about would look like.

"Wow! What an ugly jar, how dare a ghost like you talk about art?"

Only a familiar taunt came from the crowd of knife forgers.

In the crowd, while digging his booger, Xiaotie threw the huge booger in his hand to Gyokko in an instant, and said disdainfully.

This made Gyokko very angry.

What he hates the most in his life is when others belittle his artistic taste, and this brat dares to say such a thing!

Never let him go easily!

"Blood Ghost Art Blood Prison Bowl"

I saw two water polo rising up in an instant, immediately enveloping the defenseless Xiaotie and Tomioka Giyuu who had lost his ability to move.

"Hahaha! You all watch me make art while I'm drowning!"

Seeing the pain of the two struggling in the water, Gyokko had a happy smile on his face.

So which knifesmith will start making his art next?

Whoa whoa whoa!