Demon Slayer: The Forest Pillar

A few drops of cold sweat oozed out of the black-lined face of the windlass. It had never expected that the dry old man in front of it would have such strange and fierce moves, and even almost made it flip over.

Logically speaking, an old man of this age should never have such strength. Humans are different from ghosts. The lifespan of ghosts is almost endless. Their bodies will not age. They can continuously enhance their strength over a long period of time, but humans cannot. Humans' short life is destined to be incomparable to ghosts.

Although the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps who practiced breathing techniques are very strong, as the stronger swordsmen grow older, they will age, their muscles will degenerate, and their breathing will fail.

Ghosts will become stronger and stronger, while those human swordsmen, including those rumored to be the strongest pillar-level swordsmen, will only become weaker and weaker after reaching their peak.

But the wind wheel felt a completely different aura from the old man in front of him. In the eyes of the wind wheel, the aura around the old man Moriki was getting stronger and stronger. His dry muscles were getting fuller and fuller, and his breathing was getting stronger and stronger. He was like a shriveled sponge, constantly absorbing water and growing stronger.

"No, there is something wrong with this old man! Is it his breathing method? The forest breathing? I have never heard of it. Is it a new method of the Demon Slayer Corps?" The wind wheel looked fierce and looked at the old man opposite carefully. As a demon who has lived for nearly a hundred years, the wind wheel has witnessed the replacement of the lower moon demon moon many times.

Unlike the upper moon demon moon that has remained unchanged for almost a hundred years, the competition between the lower moon demon moons is particularly fierce. Two or even three bloody battles for replacement may occur in just a few years. In addition, there are also many lower moon demon moons who died in the hands of the Demon Slayer Corps. It can be said that becoming a lower moon demon moon and keeping the position of a lower moon demon moon ... From the time he became a lower moon to today's lower moon, the wind wheel has always been cautious enough. It is different from other demons who crave power and killing. It has ambition, but it cherishes its life more. The wind wheel knows that if it wants to become stronger, it must eat more people, gain more favor from the adult, and get more blood, but all this must be based on its own survival.

So all along, the wind wheel has been deliberately hiding its tracks, and will not kill wantonly to attract the attention of the Demon Slayer Corps. Quietly and steadily becoming stronger is its purpose. From the team sent by the Demon Slayer Corps to hunt ghosts this time, it can be found that the wind wheel has indeed done this. No one expected that the ghost on Shirai Mountain would be a lower moon demon.

Thinking of this, the windlass couldn't help but think of another ghost, a lower-ranked ghost below it. That ghost didn't seem to be keen on wanton killing and status, but indulged in playing house, and even wasted the blood given by the adult. But the strange thing was that the adult actually tolerated its behavior, which was incredible.

Although it was unclear why the adult was so fond of it, the windlass didn't dare to imitate this behavior.

The moves of Mr. Morimu became more fierce, and the windlass couldn't help but have a little retreat. It's not that it can't beat Mr. Morimu, it just doesn't want to waste energy on this shriveled old man.

Suddenly! Something happened on the battlefield, and Mr. Morimu's originally swift attack suddenly stopped for a moment, and it was at this moment that the windlass seized the opportunity.

The whistling meteor hammer smashed straight towards Mr. Senmu's head. At the critical moment when the meteor hammer was only 0.01 cm away from Mr. Senmu's forehead, Mr. Senmu raised the Sun Wheel Sword in time to block the fatal blow.

But the terrible impact of the meteor hammer still knocked Mr. Senmu back and crashed into a big tree with a bang.

Mr. Senmu also spit out a large mouthful of blood, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, supported the Sun Wheel Sword, and barely stood up, looking at his arm holding the sword. Under the clothes, the bulging muscles seemed to be full, but in the end it was just the effect of Senzhi's breathing. He was really old.

"Old man! I see your weakness. Now, I regret it. You have to die here with these little bugs!" Lulu smiled cruelly, hooked his fingers lightly, and dozens of meteor hammers whistled and smashed towards Mr. Senmu.

"Ahem, I will fight to the last moment for the sake of Mori's reputation!" The old face of Mr. Mori was full of determination.

"Die!"

Swish! !

The eyes of the windlass suddenly blurred, and a lightning-like black shadow suddenly pounced on its face, followed by a sharp pain. It was precisely because of this interruption that the meteor hammer that was originally smashed at Mr. Mori lost control and was easily avoided by Mr. Mori.

When the windlass was frantically pulling off the black shadow on his face, a small Shiba Inu with shiny fur bared its teeth and howled at it.

The face of the windlass was full of wounds and saliva from Enji's bite"Where did this beast come from!" The furious Windlass threw Enji to the ground, and a heavy meteor hammer smashed at Enji.

But the little Shiba Inu Enji had already turned into a demon, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was as fast as lightning. He easily dodged the attack and quickly went behind Windlass. Before Windlass could react, a blue Sun Blade stabbed directly at its back.

Ping! ! The harsh sound of steel clashing.

A ghost hand firmly grasped the blue Sun Blade.

Windlass had a ferocious expression, baring his fangs at the figure who attacked him. The hand holding the handle of the Sun Blade also had sharp black claws, bloodshot eyes, and fangs showing at the corners of his lips. The one who attacked him was actually a ghost! ?

Shinichi held the Nichirin Sword with all his strength, using all his strength, veins popped out on his forehead, but the Nichirin Sword in his hand was as if it was stuck in a boulder and didn't move at all.

"You, are a ghost too! How dare you hold the Nichirin Sword? What do you want to do!?" Windlass roared, exerting force with his arm, and directly swung Shinichi and the Nichirin Sword away.

Bang! ! Shinichi's body directly hit a tree as thick as a bowl, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

But the special physique of ghosts made Shinichi stand up again quickly as if nothing had happened, grabbed the Nichirin Sword, and looked at Windlass.

At this time, Windlass was awkwardly pulling off Enji who was entangled with it, and with a click, it tore Enji's small body apart and threw it away.

In the short moment of the fight, Shinichi also saw the words in the eyes of the wheel. According to the information he had learned from the evil ghost Karasuma before, the bearded ghost in front of him was obviously one of the legendary twelve demon moons, and it was also the existence that countless evil ghosts longed to become.

"The twelve demon moons are indeed very strong. Their strength, speed, and reaction are far beyond my reach. I am not its opponent." Shinichi realized the gap between himself and the wheel in a few seconds, and it was not an ordinary gap.

But even so, Shinichi did not turn around and run away. He just fled in embarrassment when facing the twelve demon moons. Then, would he still be able to take revenge on the guy named Muzan? Moreover, Shinichi did not think that he could successfully escape from the hands of the lower-rank demon in front of him.

In this way, the two demons with different strengths confronted each other.

With golden eyes, Lulu glared at Shinichi who was holding a knife in front of him, "You actually attacked the superior with the knife of the Demon Slayer Corps. You little devil, do you know what you are doing? Today! I will wipe out you for that master! Blood Demon Jutsu·Axle!"

Lulu raised one hand, and the ground under Shinichi's feet suddenly cracked into several large cracks, and several black shadows rushed towards Shinichi's face.

"Blood Demon Jutsu·Blood Rage!" Shinichi did not dare to be careless. Despite the fatigue on his body, he burst out the blood demon technique again. The boiling blood instantly stimulated every blood vessel and every muscle in Shinichi's body, and the temperature of the skin surface rose sharply.

Boom! ! Smoke and dust filled the air. Shinichi, who relied on blood rage to greatly improve his physical strength, narrowly avoided Lulu's attack. As the smoke and dust dissipated, he also saw clearly what had just attacked him. Several stone pillars as big as millstones were slowly rotating in the deep pit created.

The first strike failed, and the windlass could not hold back. The wooden gear beside him made a clacking sound, and cracks appeared on the gear, and finally broke into a pile of fragments. As the wooden gear broke, the ground under the windlass also trembled.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Thin hemp ropes suddenly broke out of the ground, spreading towards the windlass like a snake and quickly wrapped around its limbs and joints. In the blink of an eye, the hemp ropes wrapped around the windlass to form a set of hemp rope armor.

"Blood Demon Art·Rope Armor!" Buzz! The invisible air wave spread out with the windlass as the center.

Feeling the boiling blood in his body, Shinichi's chest rose and fell, and his hands holding the knife trembled slightly under the pressure of the windlass's momentum. It was not fear, but the class gap from the evil demon bloodline.

Swish! Shinichi was the first one who couldn't help but take action. He didn't have any skills at all, and he couldn't imitate the moves of the two demon-slaying swordsmen. He held the Nichirin sword purely because it could cause damage to demons and kill them. So Shinichi's attack method was also very direct. He swung the long sword and chopped it straight towards the windlass.