The Road To Play From Douluo

Half a month has passed since Komaji and Renyue's late marriage, and Lotta and others returned to their daily lives again.

Time flies, and sixty years fly by. In the peaceful Demon Slayer Headquarters, three old swordsmen sat together drinking tea and chatting.

"Oh Yuiichi, I didn't expect time to fly by so fast. More than sixty years have passed in the blink of an eye." Miyamoto sighed with a smile. The long black hair when he was young is no longer there, replaced by short white and gray hair.

"But to be honest, the genes of Nagakuro and your Purgatory clan are really strong. Even at our age, your hair is still so bright and beautiful." Ichiro Miyamoto smiled and brushed Purgatory Nagaro's hair with his hand.

Purgatory Chief Jiuro's fiery red hair has not changed, but has been slightly shortened in length. After all, he is older and there is no need to look so elegant.

Among the three, only Enichi Tsukuni still has waist-length hair.

Even Yuanyi, who was the chosen one, could not escape the ravages of time.

"Hey, the most difficult thing in our lives is probably that we didn't solve Mukai Kibutsuji with our own hands. This guy's ability to survive is really beyond our imagination." Miyamoto Ichiro also complained helplessly.

Yuanyi, who had been silent all this time, also spoke at this time, "Now that we have reached the end of our lives, it is time to settle our grudges with him."

Miyamoto and Nagakurō both understood the meaning of Yui Yi's words. By this, he did not refer to Mu Kuai, who could only hide in the dark, but Yui Yi's brother, Iwakatsu Tsukuni, Black Death Mou!

"Enichi, if I hadn't attacked you, even you wouldn't be able to defeat Black Death Mou in this state, right? After becoming ghosts, they are always at the peak of their bodies." Ichiro Miyamoto said with some worry Looking at Jiguo Enichi.

"Well, I also agree with Miyamoto. Although you are still the strongest among the three of us, there are times when you can't be too strong." Purgatory Chief Jiuro also tried to dissuade him.

Feeling the sincere concern of his two friends for him, Yuan Yi also smiled happily, "Nagakuro, Ichiro, it is an honor for me to have you two close friends in this life. However... I have almost reached the end of my life. Sometimes I want to be willful."

"Enichi..." Miyamoto Ichiro looked at his old friend in front of him with mixed feelings in his heart, but he soon made a decision, "Since you have decided to end things with Hei Shimu, we will also accompany you. go together."

"Yes, the three of us have collaborated together for the first time in a long time.

"Purgatory Chief Jiuro stretched out his arms and waved excitedly.

After thinking about it, Enichi finally agreed to Miyamoto and Nagaurō's request. Being able to spend the last moments of his life with his two friends was a different kind of happiness.

Yuanyi doesn't know how strong Hei Shimo is now, and the result of this trip may not be so good. Yuanyi planned to explain this possible danger to them in advance. Although they may have understood it themselves, Yuanyi still has to talk about it.

"Ichiro, Changjiro, I went with the determination to die this time. This trip is very dangerous. Black Death Mo's strength will only get stronger and stronger, and you may also..."

"It doesn't matter!" Purgatory Chief Jiuro interrupted Yuanyi's explanation and responded enthusiastically: "We have already made up our mind, don't worry about us!"

Miyamoto Ichiro just smiled softly. After all, Purgatory Chief Jiuro had already said everything he wanted to say.

Miyamoto Ichiro and Purgatory Chief Jiuro have all arranged their family affairs. Miyamoto Ichiro has passed on the position of the Wind Pillar to the Immortal River clan, and the subsequent positions of the Wind Pillar will be passed down by their clan.

Purgatory Chief Jiulang has trained the younger generations of his family early, and the inheritance of the position of Flame Pillar has already been guaranteed.

"Rather than worrying about us, I think Yuanyi you should be more concerned about your own breathing of the sun. In the past sixty years, there have been many geniuses with outstanding talents, but they still cannot master your breathing of the sun."

Miyamoto Ichiro looked at Yuanyi worriedly. If the Breath of the Sun was not effectively passed down, everything belonging to Yuanyi would be cut off.

Even if the basic breathing method is derived from the breathing method of the sun, it is not Yuanyi's own breathing method in the final analysis. It's just Yuanyi's compromise to take care of people like them who can't learn the sun call.

"Don't worry about this... A long time ago, I met a family who sold charcoal. To thank them, I demonstrated the Breath of the Sun."

Purgatory Chief Jiuro and Miyamoto Ichiro sighed, they didn't know how to teach Yuiichi. If Sun Breathing could be learned so easily, there would be no need to go through so much trouble.

"There is no need to pay so much attention to my Sun Breathing Technique. Whether it can be passed on depends on the choice of fate. If the Sun Breathing is really such an important thing, I believe it will not be cut off." Yuanyi said to his side with a relieved smile. Two friends said.

Although Miyamoto Ichiro and Purgatory Chief Jiuro didn't really believe Yuiichi's statement, since it came from Yuanchi's mouth, they couldn't continue to delve deeper.

The Breathing of the Sun is never something that can be learned easily. To learn the Breathing of the Sun, talent alone is not enough. You also need opportunities.

The talents of Miyamoto Ichiro and Purgatory Chief Jiuro can be regarded as the best among swordsmen. Even if they are not comparable to the cheating Yuanyi, they are definitely considered to be the ceiling level of normal humans.

Even with such talent, neither Miyamoto Ichiro nor Purgatory Chief Jiuro could master the Breath of the Sun. Maybe the breathing of the sun is the exclusive breathing method for the chosen ones, and only those who are destined can learn it.

"Okay, let's stop talking about the inheritance of Breath of the Sun. Let's get ready to leave."

"We have no problem, but do you know the specific location of Hei Death Mou? Searching aimlessly is not a good idea."

Yuanyi took a deep breath and said slowly: "Actually, there is no need for me to look for him. My brother should also take the initiative to find him. With his character, it is definitely too late to end things with me."

Miyamoto Ichiro admitted that there was some truth in what Enichi Tsukuni said. Heisimou was indeed that type of person, but even so, how to find Heisimou was still a problem!

"You don't have to worry about this. I've already had a connection with my brother. Let's go. I probably know where my brother will be waiting for me."

That night, Yuan Yi and the other two came to a deserted place. This place was none other than the place where Wu Mei and Hei Shi Mou were defeated sixty years ago.

"I feel my brother's breath..."

"Yuanyi, I have been waiting for you for a long time, a full sixty years. Today let's... make an end."

"Is it over? Brother, I think so too..."

Black Death Mou San's pair of ghost eyes stared straight at Yuan Yi and the others, endless murderous intent pouring out of his body, covering them.

"Enichi, it seems you are right. Your brother is not a little bit stronger." Ichiro Miyamoto teased with a smile. Since they followed Yuanyi here, they were already prepared to die. Anyway, they had lived long enough. In this last life, it was a good choice to release themselves to the fullest.

"Yuanyi, this is my current power. My power will only continue to get stronger and will never weaken."

Black Death Mo looked at Purgatory Chief Jiu Lang and Miyamoto Ichiro with disdain, and joked: "As human beings, your strength has long declined. Look, this is the sad body of human beings. As age increases, The strength will continue to weaken. The power you once had will eventually disappear."

What Hei Shimo said is a very true fact. Human lifespan and body have limits. If you want to become stronger, you must surpass humans and become a jo-level creature. A certain "Uncle Mu" on the set next door is the best example.

Yes, their strength at this time is no longer as good as when they were at their peak. But even so, they will not feel regret or disappointment for being human beings.

In their view, although human life is short, it is precisely because of its short life that people can truly cherish the beautiful things. It is precisely because of the short life span that people have so many memorable experiences in their lives.

In other words, the pride of being a human being is something that a ghost like Black Death Mo with an endless lifespan cannot understand. With an endless lifespan, everything you do is no longer important, and there is no need to cherish it. Human beings are different. Some things cannot be undone if they are done wrong, so they will value anything they do more because these things are extremely meaningful to them.

"Hei Shimo, you look down on our strength, I don't deny that. But aren't you a coward? Are you afraid of death and join the ranks of ghosts? Is this the quality that a ghost-slayer swordsman should have? But Stop laughing, a guy who is afraid of death will never be able to surpass Enichi." Miyamoto Ichiro's ability to talk is also not weak. Now that he has reached the final point of his life, he no longer worries about those illusory things and spits out Speed ​​is the most important thing.

"The ups and downs of a person's life are the most cherished aspects of being a human being. Aging and death are the most beautiful and lovely aspects of human beings. You will never understand!" Purgatory Chief Jiuro said energetically towards Heilongjiang. Death Mou declared loudly.

Hei Shimo thought he was immune to a lot of trash talk, but two guys, Miyamoto Ichiro and Purgatory Chief Jiuro, were dancing crazily in his minefield. How could he endure it?

"Are you finished delivering your speech? If so, I'll send you on your way!"

Veins popped out on both sides of Hei Shimo's forehead, and the killing intent surrounding the three of them became even stronger. Now it is enough to tell one thing, Hei Shimo is angry!

"Hei Simo, it's been sixty years, and your character really hasn't changed at all! You're still so irritable."

Ichiro Miyamoto's last strike allowed Black Death Mou to finally break through his defense, and a purple moon blade arrived in front of Ichiro Miyamoto in an instant.

"You didn't see his action of drawing the sword clearly, so the attack was already close to the face? He is indeed a black man!" Miyamoto Ichiro couldn't be captured without hesitation. He was not a bad old man without the ability to fight back.

"The breath of the wind, the shape of the wind, rises up into the sand and dust!"

The blue-black Nichirin sword was held in Miyamoto Ichiro's hand, and he quickly picked it up from bottom to top. With the action of picking the sword, a blue rising tornado suddenly appeared and collided with the purple moon blade.

After a burst of impact, Miyamoto Ichiro was already half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily. The right half of his body was already soaked in blood. Facing Hei Shimo's slash, he blocked it but not completely.

"Ichiro, are you okay?" Purgatory Chief Jiuro came to Miyamoto in an instant to support him.

Ichiro Miyamoto shook his head, showing a ferocious face, "It's okay, this small injury is not enough to defeat me. Don't worry too much..."

Purgatory Chief Jiuro knew that this was Ichiro Miyamoto trying to show off his strength. How could someone say that he was fine after his shoulder was chopped off? It's obvious that Ichiro Miyamoto is just pretending to be strong now.

Miyamoto Ichiro didn't want to show his weak side, and Purgatory Chief Jiuro didn't want to embarrass Miyamoto Ichiro. Maybe he would be injured soon.

"Don't worry about me anymore. If you choose to come here, aren't you already ready to die?"

"Well, I understand! Since he slashed you, I'll give him a stab in return!"

Purgatory Chief Jiuro leaned down slightly and slowly pulled out the fiery red sun blade from his waist, and breathed out hot breath from his mouth.

"The Breath of Fire, One Type, Shiranui!"

Purgatory Chief Jiu Lang stepped on the ground suddenly, and the sun blade was ignited with blazing fire, and he rushed towards Hei Shimo.

This move is the fastest thrust-type killing move in Breath of Fire. It strikes at a speed that the enemy cannot react to.

Black Death Mou shook his head, took out his samurai sword and easily blocked the powerful slash of Purgatory Chief Jiuro.

"If you were in your prime, I wouldn't underestimate the power of this move. Unfortunately, you are too old now."

Purgatory Chief Jiu Lang was not dissatisfied. He had expected this outcome from the beginning. It can be seen from Hei Shimo casually beheading Miyamoto Ichiro that the opponent's strength is no longer at the same level as theirs.

Purgatory Chief Jiuro looked back at Yuanyi who said nothing. At present, he was the only one who could rival Black Death Mou.

However, Purgatory Chief Jiuro's attack was far from over. He used a little force to get away from Hei Shimo with the help of reaction force.

Arriving at a moderate distance, Purgatory Chief Jiu Lang took two deep breaths, then put the Nichirin Sword on his shoulder and stared at Hei Shimo with all his concentration.

"Count me in!" Miyamoto Ichiro was also standing next to Purgatory Chief Jiuro at this time. "How can such a wonderful moment be without me?"

"At the last moment, let us also shine with the final glory!" Purgatory Chief Jiuro encouraged with high spirits.

"That's right!" Ichiro Miyamoto responded excitedly.

"Full focus!"

"The secret of the breath of fire, the shape of Jiu, purgatory!"

Purgatory Chief Jiuro's whole body was ignited with blazing flames, and these flames began to spread with his body as the center, traveling to an area surrounded by flames.

"Full focus!"

"The breath of wind, the shape of Jiu, the typhoon of Wei Tuotian!"

The green wind surrounded Miyamoto Ichiro and danced crazily around him, and the overbearing and powerful wind blades carved scars on the ground.

"Golden Light Spell!" Miyamoto Ichiro did not forget the secret technique given to him by Lota. He saw two golden whips emerging from Miyamoto Ichiro's body and throwing them towards Hei Shimo.

"You want to use this little trick to attract my attention. Save your energy. It's useless!"

Black Death Mo cut off the golden light whip whisker with two swords casually. Miyamoto Ichiro's golden light curse did not pose any threat to Black Death Mo.

Just when Hei Shimo thought it was over, the golden whips that he had chopped into pieces suddenly moved and connected into a golden rope, tying him up.

"It's now!"

Miyamoto Ichiro and Purgatory Chief Jiuro simultaneously launched their most powerful killing moves that had been charged for a long time!

Purgatory Chief Jiulang rushed straight towards Black Death Mou like a long flame dragon. Ichiro Miyamoto jumped up high and slashed countless violent wind blades from the air.

The tied Hei Shimo didn't have any panic, but he didn't expect that the whip that he cut off could be used in this way, which made him shocked.

"Wonderful operation, but that's as far as it goes!"

Black Death Mou mustered up his muscles to break through the blockade of the golden whip without any pressure, picked up the samurai sword, and his momentum suddenly surged.

"Breath of the Moon, Form of Eight, Moon Dragon Chakra Tail!"

The blazing flame dragon and countless cyan manic wind blades all dissipated at this moment, and a terrifying huge purple moon blade filled the entire venue.

The killing move that Purgatory Chief Jiuro and Miyamoto Ichiro had been planning for a long time was wiped out by Hei Shimu's powerful and suffocating sword.

The two figures flew out helplessly, blood spreading all over the place.

"Hmph... I originally thought of cutting off their bodies directly, but this result doesn't matter."

Miyamoto Ichiro and Purgatory Chief Jiuro had been chopped down to the last breath. Death was just a matter of time, and there was nothing to worry about.

After getting rid of the two annoying guys, Hei Shimo's eyes finally focused on Yuanyi.

"Yuanyi, now it's finally a showdown between the two of us."

Yuanyi didn't say much. Two lines of tears flowed from his eyes, and he muttered in a low voice: "How sad, brother..."

"What?!"

Before Hei Shimo could react, a bloody slash mark appeared on his neck. If it had been deeper, his head might have been chopped off.

After slashing out this sword, Yuanyi sighed helplessly and stood there blankly.

"Are you pitying me? Yuanyi!"

Hei Shimo angrily slashed at Yuanyi with his sword, but Yuanyi in front of him refused to dodge and allowed the sword to hit his body.

With the sound of flesh and blood being separated, Yuanyi was cut in half by Hei Shimo. Hei Shimo couldn't believe what he was seeing. Although Ji Guoyuan was dead, why couldn't he be happy? Obviously I have achieved my wish...

Arriving in front of Yuanyi's body, Hei Siannian's eyes lit up. He found the bamboo flute that he had cut off in Yuanyi's clothes.

Hei Shimo slowly put away his bamboo flute, glanced at Yuanyi again, and then disappeared into the night.