Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Chapter 53 Meet the Winding Ghost! (I wish everyone a happy Lantern Festival)
call out--

A black shadow passed in front of him.

Then there was a snort.

Itachi grabbed Tanjirou's Hirinkana and severed the arm with one blow.

Blood dripped down.

Itachi's expression was cold.

Fukui Wanyan next to him had dilated pupils.

The legs can't stop swinging.

"Go first and then go, Grandpa Fukui!" Tanjiro came quickly with an empty scabbard on his shoulders.

Vigorously tore off the arm that clamped Yan Yan's neck.

Drag him to the back of the hall.

He didn't question Itachi's behavior.

Because he smelled the strong smell of ghosts in the air.

"Nezuko, protect them." Tanjiro rubbed Nezuko's head.

The latter looked at him blankly.

Behind him is Nagasawa and his party.

bang——

The solid wood door shattered under a powerful force.

In the bang.

Grey-brown sawdust splashed like cotton wool.

The ferret's face was as frosty.

Swinging a knife against the broken gate.

The wind of the knife is fierce.

With a rustling cold light.

Disconnect the door panel.

Go straight to the neck of the evil spirit.

Swah——

Flesh torn!

But there is no decapitation as imagined.

The moment the blade penetrated into the neck.

The evil ghost dressed in gray feathers turned into countless drops of blood.

Suspended in the air.

Slight tremor.

Wait until the sun wheel knife passes through the body.

The evil spirit once again appeared out of thin air.

Stretch out with one hand.

He grabbed Itachi's throat hard.

"Where is the kid!"

"have a finger in the pie!"

Itachi wasn't timid at all.

All the muscles in his body were wriggling desperately.

His body trembled.

The hand holding the sun wheel knife desperately dragged upwards.

Can not move at all.

Beads of blood fell on the sharp blade one after another, stretched, pulled apart like a spider's thread, and gradually covered the long blade.

The ferret was short of breath.

Eye sockets bursting with anger.

The evil spirit in front of him smiled grimly.

A rough face full of disdain and violence.

"weak!"

"too weak!"

His arms kept straining.

The pulled weasel's neck is distorted and deformed.

"Stop being complacent!"

Someone flew over.

In the raging wind.

The pitch-black sky above Tanjiro's head leaped over Itachi like a big bird and rushed towards the evil spirit.

"Just in time!"

"Death to me!"

The demon hissed and roared.

He raised his other arm and stabbed at Tanjiro who was flying towards him.

The latter has no weapons.

Completely unarmed.

The fighting style is pointless.

Just a self-righteous head-butt.

Available in the next second.

The evil ghost's expression changed.

When the stabbed arm met with the mallet.

After a moment of confrontation.

It is a devastating offensive.

His arm twisted and snapped at a sharp angle.

White bones pierced through the flesh and came out.

Horrible.

—Damn it!
The evil spirit turned into blood beads and dissipated again.

When he reappeared, he was already standing at the other end of the long street.

He was short of breath.

Staring at the boy who threw the headbutt.

Tanjirou's indomitable face was reflected in his eyes.

Exactly like in the black and white photo.

He grinned grimly.

"You really are here!"

"How long will it take for Mami to arrive?" Tanjiro took the Hinata sword from Itachi's hand.

The blade corroded by blood is now covered with dark brown scars.

"Up to 5 minutes."

"This ghost is very strong, be careful, Tanjiro." Itachi collapsed against the wall.

Chakra active in this clone is running out.

Can no longer support the fight.

Then it's up to Tanjiro.

"Don't worry, even if I risk my life, I will definitely hold on for these 5 minutes!" Tanjirou's eyes drew sharp lines.

He gripped the handle of the knife with both hands.

Staring at the evil spirit across the long street.

"How."

"how is this possible"

Inside the low house.

Fukui stubborn rock six gods have no master.

He was all too familiar with that rugged face.

As an aborigine born and raised in Quanxia Town.

He could never forget that face in his life.

The face of the devil who took the life of his child!
Governor of Quanxia Town!
Matsuyamano! !

The dark tide surges in the empty long street
The wind moves solemnly.

Surrounded by bursts of murderous intent.

"die!"

Matsuyamano didn't hesitate.

The figure flashed.

Like lightning and thunder!

Almost to the point where there is only an afterimage left!
Tanjiro held the long sword.

Even if no images of evil spirits can be captured in the eyes.

He also jumped up quickly.

He jumped onto the eaves of the low house.

"It's useless!"

Roaring like a shadow!
The sharp and fierce wind of the fist whistled in Tanjirou's ear.

--quick!

- Get moving! !

The killing intent is like a mountain in the bottom of my heart.

Tanjiro was short of breath.

In the pupils of the eyes is an ever-expanding fist of anger.

If hit in the words.

His head might explode on the spot!
5 minutes!
I have to hold on for 5 minutes!

Get moving!
Tanjiro! !

He growled inwardly.

Shouting, he pulled his body up from the spot.

Tendons develop.

In an instant, he retreated more than ten meters violently.

Bang! !

There was a loud noise.

Accompanied by bursts of dust and smoke.

The flat roof of the low house was smashed, and under the blasted holes were trembling faces looking up.

Fukui Wanyan stared at the figure of the evil spirit in the smoke with anger and fear.

Matsuyamano ignored them.

He bent his knees and shot away.

Like a maggot attached to a bone, he entangled Tanjiro again.

"You are too weak!"

"too weak!!"

The sound is still far away.

But that dripping figure had already pierced in front of him.

The fist wind whistled.

It came straight to the chest like a spear.

Tanjiro's pupils dilated sharply.

The heartbeat was beating at an incredible speed.

bang bang bang-

Uncontrollable frantic jump.

Blood rushes.

The muscles tense as if breathing.

Tanjiro's body was hot and red.

In the nick of time.

Pulled away again.

"Just escape?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Matsuyama played like an ant.

Constantly chasing.

The sense of suffocation began to surge like a tide.

— Counterattack!
——I must fight back! !
"Water Breathing. Unrestrained Shape!"

"The tide of blows!"

Tanjiro swung his long sword in the air.

Bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Wrapped away by the strong wind.

Ragged hunting!

In the ear-piercing hissing sound.

The Rilun Knife slashes at the evil spirits!

Matsuyama is not afraid.

The face is full of ferocious laughter.

He didn't even use that weird spell.

Raise your hand.

Beads of blood floated from the throbbing veins.

In an instant, it was attached to his arm like an armor.

Clang!

The sound of gold and stone colliding!
The Sun Wheel Knife landed resoundingly on the arm wrapped in blood-colored armor.

Sparks burst.

next second.

The long knife shakes down.

The fine knife shavings crumbled.

There was a huge blunt mouth on the blade of the Rilun Knife that day.

at the same time.

Matsuyamano grabbed Tanjiro by the neck.

rough face.

The smile grew wilder.

"Little devil."

"You can die!"

He didn't hesitate.

Don't give Tanjiro a chance.

While the sound is coming out.

The arm exerts force suddenly.

Pain is like a sea.

Tanjiro gritted his teeth.

There was no yelling.

Thick orangutan that belonged to blood spread in the throat, and a wave of warmth gushed out.

His eyes darkened.

Life passes like yellow sand.

powerful.
too strong.
Simply unable to parry!

Ferret.
Grandpa Scaled Dragon
Nezuko.
I.
A revolving lantern started running in front of Tanjirou's eyes.

The darkness roared violently.

It was about to swallow him up completely.

But right now!
A sound of piercing clouds and cracking rocks crushed the darkness!
The light splits the night like a sword! !
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The cry of piercing clouds and cracking stones.

Come with the roar of the breaking wind.

Matsuyama turned around in a daze.

in the field of vision.

A petite but ferocious figure came galloping like the wind.

She jumped high.

Raise your legs.

Come like a whip!

puff! !
Blood splashes.

The head is thrown away!

Matsuyamano's pupils dilated.

The world flew before my eyes.

It turned backwards to reflect the roaring figure.

a girl?
Looks like a ghost?

"you"

"Nezuko"

Tanjiro struggled to get up from the ground while leaning on his long sword.

In front of him is Nezuko who has turned into a ghost.

Black hair scattered like a waterfall!
That originally silly and cute face was now engraved with fierceness and viciousness.

The frontal horns protrude.

It looks like a bone spur is about to grow!
"Nezuko!"

Tanjiro called after her.

At this moment, Nezuko still retains a little bit of her own consciousness.

She reached out to stop Tanjiro in front of her.

His knife-like pupils stared at the evil ghost with a different head!

He didn't evaporate.

The figure turned into thousands of blood beads.

Reorganized and appeared in the world again.

Matsuyama twisted his neck.

The veins throbbed like a poisonous snake.

He grinned grinningly and looked at the two Nezukos.

"interesting!"

"It's really interesting!!"

"A swordsman from the Ghost Killing Squad is actually carrying a ghost with him!"

"Hahahahaha!!"

"So funny!!!"

Matsuyama's voice exploded in the air.

His brown pupils collapsed, agitated, and reorganized into three characters!
Wind up!

land! !

Tanjirou was shocked!
Fear rose uncontrollably from the bottom of my heart.

Winding Ghost! !
(End of this chapter)