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Black Death Mou.

At this time, he had two sabers tied around his waist.

"...You seem to have the aura of my bloodline about you, which is very nostalgic."

After confirming that there were no new orders from the boss, Hei Shimo turned his attention back to the young man with long hair reaching his waist who was waiting for him.

"Young man, what is your name?"

"…Tokidou Muichiro."

The calm voice revealed a solemnity that had never appeared in the past.

Seeing the word representing identity in the other person's eyes, he just went out to confirm the situation, but happened to meet the other person's Tokitoru Muichiro, and cold sweat broke out on his fair forehead unknowingly.

His hands holding the knife were trembling slightly, unable to stop the instinctive trembling, as if his body was refusing to fight the opponent.

This is really the first time in my life that I have encountered this kind of situation. This is...

Winding one?

The feeling is different from other upper strings. Its breath is calm and thick, and even has some indescribable majesty.

Muichiro Tokitoru noticed the two sabers tied around the opponent's waist, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Is the other party also a swordsman?

"Oh? Hundreds of years have passed, even the surname 'Jiguo' has been lost...whatever."

Hei Shimo was slightly silent, a trace of inexplicable regret flashed in his eyes, but more of it was cold indifference.

After letting out a sigh of relief, he looked at the young swordsman in front of him.

Slowly he put his hand on the handle of the knife.

"Don't blink."

As soon as the plain words fell, Tokidou Muichiro immediately tensed up to the maximum extent, stared at the other party intently, and locked onto the other party's aura. His breathing method was running at full strength, and his body that had been tempered for a long time was ready to go. Complete preparations for war.

But the next moment.

A bloody long sword with ferocious eyes on the blade had already reached the white neck of Muichiro Tokitoru.

"Qiang————!"

Chapter 235: The Supreme Swordsman’s Saber (Part 1)

"Weird."

His rough palms covered with calluses touched the invisible barrier in front of him that represented the boundary of the "Infinite City", and his thick and steady voice was filled with doubts.

This is the original back mountain location of the Demon Slayer Base Camp.

A giant man dressed like a monk, with unusually strong muscles all over his body, stood here with tears stained on his face for some reason, and a very long and hideous scar on his forehead.

His eyes were dim and his vision was completely blind. He was wearing a brown cassock with the words "Namu Amitabha" written on it outside the Demon Slayer uniform, and there were some freshly splattered blood on the corners of his clothes.

The areas with more blood stains were the extremely heavy broadaxe and meteor hammer in his hand, which were connected by long chains and contained extremely pure orangutan scarlet sand iron.

"The waterfall has disappeared, the streams have dried up, the stench of ghosts is very strong in the air, and this amount..."

The giant man silently turned the prayer beads in his hand and seemed to be reciting some scriptures in his mouth.

At this time, an evil ghost whose whole body was covered with spikes and cuticles suddenly pounced from the blind spot behind him. It opened a bloody mouth that could easily crush the skull with its teeth and claws, hoping to enjoy the delicious food in front of him.

But the next moment.

The unusually heavy and hard bolas had been thrown in front of him in advance, with a terrifying and heavy aura like the weight of a mountain. It even squeezed out the air in an instant, making him completely unable to avoid it.

""Breath of the Rock·Two Type·Sky Face Shatter"."

boom--

Following a sound like a watermelon being smashed, the giant man's cassock and the weapon used to send ghosts to death were splattered with blood, and there was a pit full of cracks on the ground.

You know, although he is blind, through the cooperation of other senses, he can perceive the world better than those with intact vision.

And most importantly, he is the contemporary rock pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps and the strongest ghost slayer of the contemporary era.

"Oh, I can't find a way out... Anyway, let's kill ghosts and save people first."

Mingyu Xingming clasped his hands and walked down the mountain. The shadows of the surrounding woods were full of malicious and dangerous glances.

But compared to these nearby threats, he was more concerned about a certain undisguised strange atmosphere that he could vaguely sense from a long distance in the town...

The only powerful aura of a swordsman he had ever seen in his life.

"Namo Amitabha."

The calm voice of Mingyu Xingming began to become solemn, and the evil ghosts around him were like wild beasts, and only their instincts were left. Finally, they could no longer bear it, and rushed out of the darkness at the same time, heading towards the tall and strong man like a wave. The figure swatted away.

Facing them are the indestructible broadaxes and meteor hammers.

"Death, death."

A fierce battle broke out in the woods.

And this kind of situation is constantly happening everywhere in the Demon Slayer Base Camp.

Under a tall building somewhere, a white-haired swordsman with a ferocious smile on his face, and a swordsman with a poisonous snake around his neck behind him, faced the hundreds of evil ghosts that surrounded them, setting off a bloody wind and roar.

Next to the ruins of a collapsed house, a sonic boom roared like a dynamite explosion, as if accompanying another beautiful figure holding a whip blade and dancing among the ghosts.

There are also members of the Demon Slayer Corps on every street and even in every house with their swords drawn out of their sheaths, performing their duties and fighting bloody battles, and...

A mansion somewhere.

"Qiang——!"

The Nichirin sword, which was attached to the flames, cut off the evil spirit's head neatly.

Blood dripped, accompanied by some intoxicating liquid.

"Tsk, disturb me from drinking."

The decadent uncle with long yellow and red hair, sword-shaped eyebrows, and unshaven beard kicked the body that was turning to ashes on the ground with a sullen face. Behind him was a frightened boy who looked very similar to him.

At this time, a figure covered in flames suddenly rushed into the gate of the wall, shouting anxiously.

"Senjuro, father!"

Purgatory Anjuro, who had been killing ghosts all the way, hurriedly arrived, saw the strange movement in the shadow behind his own flesh and blood. Just when he was about to hold the handle of the sword at his waist, the other party had already drawn the sword out of its sheath in advance.

The flames on the blade were burning the evil ghost's blood.

The exquisite skills of the previous generation Yanzhu have not been wasted too much due to self-indulgence over the years.

"What are you here for?"

Ignoring the new corpses on the ground behind him, Purgatory Makijuro was still holding a wine flask in his hand. He frowned and looked at his son, who had a somewhat stunned expression in front of him.

He said in a deep voice: "Get out of here quickly, you don't need to worry here, just do what you should do."

And looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who seemed to overlap with the figure that once stood tall, and the young brother behind him who was looking at his brother with a worried look.

After being silent for a long time, Purgatory Xingjulang finally nodded heavily and made the same loud voice as before.

"Yes, Father!"

After saying that, he turned around and left without any regrets, holding the flaming blade tightly in his hand.

He was going to fulfill his duties, go around killing ghosts and saving people.

...

at the same time.

On a street somewhere.

For some reason, a hazy mist filled the place like an illusion, and surrounded the swordsman with six eyes who stood casually and naturally in the center.

"It's a sword type I've never seen before. None of the previous users of Kasumi's Breath have ever used such a move."

Hei Shimo observed the figure that was moving at high speed in the mist with dull eyes and his breath was erratic, and nodded slightly in affirmation.

"Well, it seems that you created it yourself. The rhythm is unique, and the movements are difficult to see through. It combines techniques to confuse the audience and listeners. It is smooth and graceful. It is really a clever trick."

There was a rare hint of admiration in his tone.

In the face of his praise, Tokitoru Muichiro, who was maintaining the final "Hazy" sword form, had a solemn expression on his face, and there was even unconcealable horror in his eyes.

On his white neck, there was a shocking line of blood, just shy of...

Just now, he was almost beheaded by the ghost swordsman who could use the breathing method in front of him, and his head was missing.

The opponent's speed was simply astonishing.

No matter how frightened he was, Tokitoru Muichiro, who had seen a certain rabbit and a certain man in a wheelchair, quickly calmed down.

He observed the opponent intently, trying to find possible flaws, and couldn't help but glance at the weird long knife with a twisted blade in the opponent's hand from time to time.

For some reason, he always felt like the knife was a living thing.

But what Muichiro Tokitoru didn't know was that this sword was called "The God of Crying", and it was a demon blade forged from Black Death Mo's own flesh and blood.

Its blade, hilt, and grip are all covered with vertical ghost eyes, which not only share vision, but can even increase the power of his sword shape and vampire technique.

But compared to this, Tokitou Muichiro was actually more concerned about the other unsheathed sword tied around Heishimou's waist.

He looked at the jet-black scabbard decorated with flame patterns and the old bronze handle, which exuded an ancient atmosphere that had been washed by the years. He felt an indescribable feeling of panic for some reason.

But at the same time, what made him a little confused was that he could still feel an inexplicable feeling of closeness on this old sword.

It's like this is the sword of one's ancestors.

Regardless of all the thoughts in his mind, Tokidou Muichiro finally put all his doubts behind his mind, quietly came to the blind spot behind the opponent, and tried to launch an attack.

"'Breath of Kasumi·Shape of Wu·Sea of ​​Kasumi Clouds'!"

The sharp blade was unsheathed, and with the appearance of mist, it rushed straight towards the enemy in a straight line, launching a series of ultra-high-speed intensive slashes.

But after the beheading, Muichiro Tokitoru paused, his pupils constricted.

He missed it, and he didn't even see how the opponent avoided it!

"Well, your skills are really superb."

A calm voice came from behind him.

"Around fourteen years old... He has already mastered sword skills at such a young age."

Hei Shimo silently used "Transparent World" to observe the opponent's physical condition and commented with critical standards.

Even if he is afraid of himself, he still has the courage to suppress his fear and face difficulties. This is not only a talent, but also a really good mental aspect.

So, Hei Shimo nodded again: "Well, you are worthy of being my descendant."

But just when he was about to say something else, a sun-curved sword wrapped in Yang Yan had already slashed towards the side of his neck.

"Qiang——"

The sound of metal clashing echoed.

The ghost blade forged from flesh and blood easily blocked the incoming attack.

"Xiao Xiaozhi...huh?"

Before he could even see the opponent's face clearly, after noticing the extremely familiar Yang Yan on the blade and the familiar sun pattern earrings on the opponent's earlobes, the six vertical pupils of the red gold eyes tightened.

Hei Shimo, who had always been calm, showed a look of astonishment for the first time.

At this time, there was a loud noise in the distance.

"Oh oh oh, kill the ghosts, kill the ghosts, the pigs are advancing suddenly, the pigs are advancing suddenly!"

"Hey, stop making noise, bastard! Didn't you see how scary the guy with six eyes in front is? I could hear his terrifying heartbeat from a long distance away! It's so scary, so scary, just like the night It’s like meeting an uncle!”

A swordsman wearing a boar hood and two swords with both hands, and a yellow-haired swordsman with an "I'm so scared" expression on his face are coming here.

The aura intensity is roughly at the column level.

"Zenitsu, Inosuke, be careful!"

Tanjiro Kamado shouted, holding the handle of the sword tightly with both hands.

He looked at the first string in front of him, and for the first time in his life, his instinct was so crazy that it threatened to affect his judgment.