Human accounts are forced to reach max level

If he were to fight alone, everyone he knew in the Demon Slayer Corps would never be able to win.

After instantly judging this, Tanjiro Kamado growled without daring to shift his gaze at all.

"He is very strong, and you should also pay attention to the knife on his waist... The breath of that knife is very strange."

Unlike Kamado Tanjiro, who was always facing a powerful enemy, Hei Shimo's eyes always stayed on his sun pattern earrings.

This was the thing that disgusted him so much.

It should not be worn by anyone else.

"...Hello, boy."

Hei Shimo asked expressionlessly.

"Where did your sun pattern earrings come from?"

Chapter 236: The Supreme Swordsman’s Saber Part 2

"Whoop, whoop - cough, cough, cough!"

He held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand to support his bruised body. His lungs were burning as if they were about to burn. He kept coughing violently, and finally even spit out a mouthful of blood.

Kamado Tanjiro, who was kneeling on one knee, covered his mouth tightly with his hands, and all his senses were locked on the Demon Swordsman not far ahead.

In his still determined eyes, it was difficult to hide the horror deep in his eyes.

At this time, the street he was on had completely turned into ruins.

On the nearby ground, dense and deep slash marks were crisscrossed, as if they had just encountered a force majeure man-made natural disaster.

His nose twitched slightly, and he smelled the breaths of Inosuke Kuibira and Zenitsu Gatama who were buried under the collapsed houses on both sides. Although they were weak, they were not in danger of their lives.

"Damn it...the "joint intensive training" personally guided by the pillars has just started for one day, and I haven't had time to fully train. Otherwise, I should be able to hold on longer."

Kamado Tanjiro's voice was full of reluctance, even a little hoarse due to the seriousness of his injuries.

However, there was never the slightest hint of flinching or fear in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, Tanjiro, keep at it."

Standing side by side with him was Muichiro Tokitoru, whose uniform was soaked by the blood flowing from his own wound, and his face became pale, but his hands holding the knife were still steady.

"The fighting situation here has been spread by the crows. The other pillars will definitely come as soon as possible..."

"They can't come."

A cold voice interrupted him.

"There are now more than 3,000 ghosts in this place, and one-fifth of them have been forcibly reborn to the lowest level of strength by Lord Wuhan with the gift of blood. They are now too overwhelmed to take care of themselves."

Hei Shimo advanced slowly, and the heavy aura on his body became more and more terrifying.

The six red-gold vertical pupils were always looking at the young man with bruises all over his body and flame markings on his forehead. His eyes were very complicated, including pity, contempt and criticism.

But, what's more is inexplicable anger.

"Sigh, it's not just a lack of practice, but also an overwhelming lack of talent...Young man, you don't deserve to wear those sun pattern earrings."

His footsteps paused, and his figure disappeared instantly.

Then the demon blade with eyes on its blade reached the side of Kamado Tanjiro's neck in the blink of an eye, and was about to complete the beheading.

The boy's pupils shrank to pinpoints and were covered with scars. His body, which had been forcibly stimulated by the death crisis and had unprecedented potential, instinctively moved at full speed, twisting his feet violently.

"Qiang——"

The ghost blade passed through the neck, but it only scattered the residual image that remained in place.

Magic sun and rainbow, the setting sun turns around!

Kamado Tanjiro, who had already reached the midair behind the opponent and was in an upside-down state, could only feel that the adrenal hormones in his body were being secreted crazily, and the oxygen in his blood vessels was flowing rapidly. The hormones and will drove his limbs, and he felt as hot as the sun. Flames wrapped around the sharp blade.

From top to bottom, he desperately swung out spiral slashes to envelope the enemy.

"'Kagura, the God of Fire: Huihui Enguang'!"

The sharp blade that could easily cut through steel came to the back of the evil spirit's neck, but the next moment...

"Qiang——"

With the clear sound of the sword, the ghost blade forged from flesh and blood easily swung away the sun-flamed blade.

The blade vibrated at such a high speed that Tanjiro Kamado's Nichirin Sword almost flew away from his hand.

And the life and death crisis that followed made the hairs on his body stand on end.

"This is not how the sword is swung, and this is not how you use the sword shape of Sun Breathing Technique. It is so rough, so lacking in precision...so unsightly!"

Hei Shimo's voice was already filled with inexplicable emotions of extreme dissatisfaction.

At the same time, he followed up with several slashes without any mercy, instantly blocking all the escape routes for the young man who was still in mid-air.

He can't dodge this move!

Kamado Tanjiro, who instinctively judged this, gritted his teeth, and instead of showing fear, there was a fierce determination in his eyes that showed that he was forced into a desperate situation.

There is no need to dodge everything and avoid the vital points, as long as you avoid the vital points and don't die!

He and the other party exchanged their lives for injuries! ! !

But at this time, a familiar figure wearing a boar hood blocked his face in advance.

Two long knives whose blades were full of gaps like the fangs of beasts were slashed out with all their might.

"'Spatial Perception·Crazy Tear'!"

There was a wild beast-like roar, accompanied by frantic slashing attacks in all directions, clashing with the weird blood-colored ghost blade.

That was Inosuke Kuzuhira, who had broken free from the ruins and finally managed to catch up.

He relied on his extremely keen skin touch and excellent insight, as well as the two knives in his hands, to withstand the continuous slashes from the upper string one!

"oh?"

Hei Shimou was slightly surprised, and then accelerated his continuous slashing with some interest, and even directly turned into an airtight and deadly knife network.

The fang-like double swords let out an overwhelmed wail.

Dense knife marks instantly appeared on the body of the boar-headed swordsman who was holding on tightly.

"It hurts like hell!"

Inosuke Kuchihira, whose body began to wail, roared without retreating.

"Hurry up, smelly Shanyi, I can't hold it anymore!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a roar like spring thunder, exploding under the night.

On the ruins not far away, a figure stood up in a ready posture with a sword drawn.

At this moment, after the war started until now, Hei Death Mou finally instinctively sensed a slight sense of threat.

He looked at the yellow-haired boy who was constantly wailing and screaming, making him look down on him. Before he could kill the guy in front of him who was wearing a boar hood.

In the dynamic vision beyond human limits, the figure accompanied by thunderous explosions has been lost.

"Breath of Thunder·Shape of Qi..."

The distance of tens of meters passed in an instant, and a figure with a trajectory like a flying thunder dragon had already rushed forward and struck Shangxian Yi's neck.

With arcs of electricity dancing in his extremely calm and focused pupils, Zenitsu Gazuma, who only practiced sword-drawing, slashed out his own original final sword form with lightning-like speed.

"'Fire God'."

Faced with this extreme slashing attack that carried the thunder of the mad dragon, Hei Shimo had only one comment in his heart.

Concentrate and reach the top!

His perception cooperates with the transparent world to capture everything around him.

Not only the thunder knife that had struck in front of his neck, but the two almost broken fang blades also struck at his arms at the same time, as well as the sun blade that struck again from the left, and The mist in the sky has suddenly arrived in the blind spot behind him.

"…not too bad."

The corners of Hei Shimo's mouth turned up slightly.

Then, the next moment——

Countless huge crescent-shaped blade winds suddenly appeared without warning, and instantly covered a radius of more than 20 meters at 360 degrees without blind spots. With an irresistible trend, they directly swept him away like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Everything in front of you.

Destroy and destroy.

"'Shisi type·Ferocious change·The sky is full of fiber and moon'."

Sheath the knife.

The tornado composed of countless giant slashes dispersed.

Standing on the ground that was already covered with gullies and slash marks, Hei Shimo calmly looked at the swordsmen lying in pools of blood nearby and shook his head slightly.

"Tan, Tanjiro..."

Collapsed on the ground, with his vision blurred by blood, Zenitsu Kagatsuma crawled slowly towards the figure in the distance who fell to the ground, was on the verge of death, and even lost an arm.

His charge just now was so fierce that he had no time to stop and dodge in the face of the sudden slashes. It was only thanks to Kamado Tanjiro's push at the last moment that he was lucky enough to survive.

But Kamado Tanjiro also had his left arm cut off.

He is going to die!

My wife, Zenitsu, roared crazily in her heart, but in the end, she was still too seriously injured, and like Inosuke Kubihira who fell in another place, she fainted unwillingly.

And at the last moment of his coma, he seemed to be blinded by the sight of a bloody knife inserted into Kamado Tanjiro's chest.

"You guys are not worthy of passing on the Breath of the Sun."

Hei Shimo looked at the semi-conscious opponent with cold eyes.

But just when he was about to draw the knife and leave, he found that the opponent's only remaining right hand was holding the blade of "Void Crying God" tightly and not letting go.

His strength was so great that he was unable to withdraw the weapon smoothly for a while.

"Return to the light?"

Hei Shimo looked down at the other party, his indifferent tone did not change at all. Since he couldn't pull back, he wouldn't pull back.

He casually broke off the blade forged from his own flesh and blood, allowing it to heal and grow quickly, and then turned away without even looking at it.

So I didn't notice it either...

The young man's wound seemed to have stopped bleeding at some point.

And began to have some tendency to self-heal.

Hei Shimo strode forward, walking in the other direction, the only swordsman still standing.

The blood couldn't stop dripping.

Still holding the handle of the Nichirin sword tightly in his hand, Tokitoru Muichiro, who looked extremely pale, bit the strip of cloth torn from his team uniform with his mouth, and wrapped it tightly around the wound of the severed limb.

His left forearm was severed.

But those gem-like mint green pupils stared fixedly at the powerful enemy in front, still never losing their will to fight.

"...Well, it's really quite good. He can stop the bleeding immediately after breaking his arm, and even now he still shows no signs of wavering or timidity. He is truly a rare talent."

Seeing the unwavering look in his eyes, Hei Shimo couldn't help but speed up his pace, and even came directly in front of Tokito Muichiro and looked down at him.

"I have said it before when we were alone. You are a descendant of my bloodline in my body and in my body. You do not need to die tragically like other human beings because you have a talent that is worthy of being cherished. You are chosen. "

The evil spirit stretched out his hand to the swordsman and gave him alms.

"So, come on, become a ghost, and then join me in becoming that Lord's power."

In this regard, Tokitoru Muichiro, who was about to die, fell into deep silence when he looked at the palms splattered with the blood of his companions and listened to the words that the other party claimed to be his elder.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered a man who also claimed to be his elder when they first met.

That is a very strange guy. He is obviously not related by blood, but he still wants to be nice to him, tries to make him laugh, and always does things that are too close to him. He even treats him as a child who has not grown up. It’s simply unreasonable to look at it, but...

Whether it is before the memory is restored or after the memory is restored.

Even though my own emotions are being complemented by my memories, I don't know how to face the man who suddenly broke into my life.

He has never hated each other.