Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Chapter 70
In the darkening night.

Tomioka's righteous bravery is solidified at the entrance of the hall like a sculpture.

The cold face turned towards the deserted long street.

The wind whimpered and wandered.

Gradually.

There was a faint smell of blood piercing into his nose.

Tomioka Giyong's expression froze.

His bony fingers tapped on the long knife at his waist.

His eyes were sharp.

shoot out.

It was still empty.

It's just that the smell of blood in the air is getting stronger.

to the end.

It gives people a feeling of being in a battlefield with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Everyone in the gymnasium was aroused by the strong and pungent blood.

Pinching the wings of the nose.

The face tensed up.

"Where is the bloody smell coming from?" Fukui Wanyan muttered.

Nagasawa Nobu has a dignified expression.

In that strong smell of blood.

He caught a faint breath of ghosts.

Aya Hoshino shrank behind him.

His body tensed up subconsciously.

All were silent.

The atmosphere is like a quagmire.

Extremely dignified.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka's eyes circled every corner like a falcon.

Intense blood surged at the tip of his nose like a tide.

A ghostly breath hides in it.

--where?
——Where is it? !

"not good!"

The first to speak out was Shinichi Nagasawa with gray hair.

After a sound of surprise.

His old body unexpectedly exploded with unimaginable strength.

blink.

Pass by like a gust of wind.

The figure disappeared.

Tomioka's courageous self-awareness.

Run at high speed.

At the same time, he pulled out the sun wheel knife at his waist.

Their destination is the back room.

The place where Tanjiro and Nezuko were placed.

The moment the door was opened.

Flickering firelight poured in.

Dispelling the darkness revealed a hideous and frightening scene.

Dense drops of blood overflowed from the four walls of the room, sticking to the yellowed walls.

Flowing from cracked walls.

Winding and converging into a blood stream.

Scarlet thorn.

It was full of terrifying blood.

And between blood and red.

It was a wooden box and Tanjiro lying flat on a bamboo mat.

The gushing blood began to condense the moment the door was pushed open, hung in the air like a spear, and shot towards Tanjiro violently.

in all directions.

Heaven and earth.

Almost everywhere.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki jumped in with a knife.

Bathed in scarlet.

The blade trembled slightly.

His expression was cold and sharp, his thin lips opened and closed, and he uttered indifferent words.

"Water breathing. Pick up one shape."

"Nagi."

The invisible field opened suddenly, and the mountains and rains were about to come, and the wind and waves calmed down instantly.

Everything seemed to go silent.

The world is very quiet.

The roaring blood column collapsed in the blink of an eye.

The condensed figure trembled at high speed in nothingness and then fell like drifting rain.

A single leaf of Tomioka volunteer has never been touched.

He glanced at Tanjiro who was still peacefully sleeping.

Hold the long knife in your hand tightly.

The drifting rain of blood once again condensed.

It's just that this time it's no longer an offensive, but condensed into a human form.

Yin Hong gradually dispersed.

A rough face emerges from the blood.

He twisted his neck.

On the ferocious face are eyes engraved with the three characters of Shangxianlu.

Wait until the body is in full shape.

All the spilled blood disappeared.

It seemed that everything just now was just an illusion.

"Is it the pillar of the Demon Slayer Team? It's really troublesome." Matsuyama said lightly.

Nagasawa Nobu who was standing outside the door leaning on the door frame was in a daze.

He stared at the young man with a frosty complexion who was standing with a knife.

The images of his old friend Rinaki Zuo's recent times came like snowflakes in his mind.

If you guess correctly.

The boy in front of him should be Shui Zhu.

Unexpectedly, many years have passed.

He could still meet the disciple of that old guy Lin Taki.

a time.

Nagasawa Nobuichi was full of thoughts.

"Leave here first, old sir." Tomioka Yoshiyuki said without turning his head while holding the long knife.

Nagasawa was taken aback.

Then turn around and leave.

Matsuyamano didn't care about him.

An old guy is like an ant to him.

He didn't even bother to make a move.

The targets of his trip are Tanjiro and Nezuko.

Those two bastards who beat him to pieces.

Even if there is no order asking him to kill them, if he doesn't take revenge.

Matsuyama can't get back his pride in being a leader!
As the Twelve Ghost Moon, how could he be beaten down by two bugs!
He must heal the shame with blood!

"I say you little brat" Matsuyama said while twitching his fingers, the blood appeared out of thin air, and condensed into a spear in an imperceptible dark place, "Can you get out of the way!"

In the sound of explosion.

The blood gun whizzed away.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki didn't change his face.

Swinging the sword, he cut off the deadly attack that was heading straight for Tanjirou.

As a pillar, he naturally has extremely rich experience.

How could it be possible to be fooled by such a low-level person.

"It seems that if I don't kill you, I can't kill those two little bastards!" The voice came with the attack.

Matsuyama threw his fist out.

Go straight to Tomioka Yoshiyuki's face.

The sound of breaking wind neighed.

A moment of piercing ears.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka leaned back, and in his overwhelmed vision was a jab passing by.

Although escaped.

But the fierce fist wind still left a bloodstain on his nose.

"Is this the pillar?"

"too weak!"

Matsuyama sneered.

After absorbing the blood of more than [-] workers, his strength has long been different from before.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki dismissed it.

The body shape was quickly corrected.

The long knife was in front of his eyes, and his eyes were all over the place, while taking care of the two Tanjirou who were below him.

call out--

The hissing sound coming at high speed.

A blood arrow pierced from behind.

Tomioka Yiyong swung his knife and split them.

The moment the blood beads collapsed.

There was another chill on the top of my head.

Simultaneously.

front and back.

Continuous blood arrows condensed and roared.

"Water Breathing. Three Types."

"Liu Liu Dancing!"

Yoshiyuki Tomioka's body danced like flowing water, and the blade stirred the airflow, spinning and cutting the blood arrows that came from him.

"Here it is!" a playful voice.

A viper-like chill covered the spine in an instant.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki turned around at an extremely tricky angle, dancing with a long knife in his hand.

"Water Breathing. Two Types."

"Waterwheel!"

The Rilun Knife stabbed the ghost behind him with a deadly murderous intent.

The blade roared.

Embedded in the flesh of Matsuyama.

In the blink of an eye.

He just crumbled into blood and scattered.

There was only a plop.

Blood poured down like a pool.

It hit the ebony floor, and then condensed into a stream of blood arrows.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka swung his sword.

In the scattered blood beads, his peripheral vision was all over the place.

When touching the place where Tanjirou is.

His expression tightened immediately.

His feet stomped heavily on the ground.

run away.

The blood pooled under the bamboo mat, protruding straight like spear nails.

Tanjiro's unconscious body trembled visibly with the naked eye.

Then he frowned and his face twisted!
Tomioka Yoshiyong rushed to him with quick eyes and hands, picked him up by the waist, picked up the wooden box at the same time, and ran towards the outside of the kendo hall.

This is not the way to go.

He will undoubtedly lose in the physical strength competition with ghosts.

Once powerless.

Tanjirou Nezuko is a dead end!
--How to do? !

--what to do? ! !
Tomioka Yoshiyuki's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

(End of this chapter)