Game of Destiny, the Seal of Evil Starting from Demon Slayer

The ghostly aura was so thick that it blocked my breathing, and the oppressive feeling was so strong that I couldn't move.

Tanjiro lay on the ground and struggled to get up, but no matter how hard he tried, his body was shaking and unable to move.

"Don't move, Tanjiro, or the wound will open again."

Flame Pillar, Purgatory Anjuro held down Tanjiro's body that was about to struggle. He took a breath and looked sideways at the newly-appeared cannibal.

Short pink hair, pale skin, dark blue tattoos all over her body, and more importantly, that ghostly aura that is as thick as the night itself...

Is this the winding?

Purgatory Anjuro stood up and stood in front of the injured boy, exuding a strong fighting spirit.

The corners of Yiwozuo's mouth slowly opened. He almost wanted to cheer for the human opposite him. The powerful fighting spirit of the other person was as bright as a torch in the dark night.

As a human being, in just a dozen years, has the body, will, and skills been tempered to such an extent?

What a genius...

It would be a pity if such a genius was killed by himself now.

puff!

Yiwozao exerted force on his toes, and his figure flashed away, appearing in front of Tanjiro in an instant, with his right fist raised high. He had already made a decision to kill everyone who got in the way, and then persuade the genius to become a ghost. , we can always learn from each other from now on!

Xingshourou's pupils shrank so quickly that he barely had time to turn his eyes back before his body moved instinctively.

The Breath of Flame, Type II·Rising Flame!

The flaming crescent moon instantly lit up, and the sword that hit Tanjiro's right fist was cut open.

Yiwozuo's heart became more and more joyful. He used both feet to turn over and avoid Xingshou Lang's sword. In the blink of an eye, his right hand that had been chopped off returned to its original state.

At this moment, Tanjiro was gasping for air as if he had survived a disaster. At that moment, death was so close to him.

"Why did you attack the injured first?"

Purgatory Xingjulang can also feel the strong fighting spirit in Yi Wo Zuo. Unlike other ghosts that rely entirely on blood ghost techniques and physical strength to fight, this one in front of him is very good at fighting!

Yiwozuo didn't care about Xingshou Lang's question and explained with a chuckle.

"I plan to get rid of these guys who only get in the way first, and then we can have a good chat..."

Purgatory Xingjulang waved his sword and flatly refused.

"I have nothing to talk about with you. Although it's our first time meeting you, I'm already disgusted with you."

Yiwozuo's smile was slightly suppressed, but the fighting spirit in his chest was getting stronger.

"Sure enough, this kind of thing cannot be understood just by talking. Warriors can only communicate through battle!"

Yiwozuo stepped forward with his right foot to the side, his center of gravity slowly lowered, and he clenched his hands tightly. The powerful fighting spirit and blood ghost skills were intertwined, and a huge blue snowflake pattern instantly lit up from the ground under his feet.

"Expand the technique!"

Destroy Kill·Luo Zhen.

The Yi Wo Zuo instantly disappeared from the spot. Xingshou Lang's strong fighting spirit made his Luo needle extremely dazzling at the moment. He felt the powerful force fed back by the technique, and became more certain in his heart that he must turn the man in front of him into a ghost.

Purgatory Xingjulang's body was slightly bent, holding the Nichirin Sword in both hands, his breathing method was running at full strength, and the rapid movements of Yiwo Zuo in his field of vision seemed to slow down slightly.

The strong wind blew against his face. Xingshou Lang turned sideways slightly, and while dodging Yiwozuo, he turned around and slashed a scar on Yiwozuo's back with his sword. However, Yiwozuo's movements were not affected at all. His body was extremely flexible, and in an instant, his front foot suddenly moved. Step into the ground, forcefully twist your center of gravity, and do the same spin and side kick.

Xingshoulang's sword skills were mellow. After one strike, his center of gravity sank. He lowered his head to avoid Yiwozuo's fierce kick. The sword's power flowed around, but he cut off Yiwozuo's supporting leg that was inserted into the ground with one sword.

"Ha..." Yiwozao seemed to be completely unable to feel the pain of the severed limb. He ignored it in the air, suddenly spun his body, and his right foot that instantly resurrected hit Xingjuro's crossed arms hard.

Purgatory Anjuro only felt a sharp pain in his left arm that was guarding the front, and his body's center of gravity was also thrown away, and he staggered two steps.

But the other party did not pursue.

Yiwozuo stood on the same spot, his hands and feet were intact at the moment. He opened his arms and invited again.

"Look, the human body is so fragile and can be injured or even die at any time."

"As long as you become a ghost, you can be like me, ignoring aging and injuries, and practicing forever to become stronger!"

It's not good, it's very bad. Tanjiro has been watching the battle between Purgatory-san and the upper string. Although Purgatory-san is very powerful, the resilience of that cannibal is too exaggerated. If this continues...

Tanjiro was extremely anxious. He struggled to get up. It happened that Inosuke Kuibira, who was still in good condition on the other side, had already moved the trapped passengers out. He immediately shouted

"We have to go help..."

"Both of you are not allowed to come here!"

Purgatory Anjuro didn't know the power of the string in front of him, but it was precisely because of this power that he could not allow these two young swordsmen to participate. These young people did not deserve to die in a place like this.

But he could also feel the worry and fear in Tanjiro's heart, and he smiled bitterly in his heart.

It really shouldn’t be the case, Xingjulang, let the younger generation worry about him...

Yiwozao was dissatisfied when he saw the weak Tanjiro interrupting his battle with the strong one, and punched Tanjiro through the air.

Destruction and killing, empty style!

Purgatory Anjuro saw Yiwozao suddenly punching in the air. Although he did not see the attack, his instinctive sense of crisis made him quickly block in front of Tanjiro, with the Nichirin Sword protecting him.

boom!

Purgatory Anjuro's expression changed. He felt the Nichirin sword being hit by a huge force. The force rubbed the Nichirin sword and hit his shoulder, knocking him back a few steps.

"Back off, Tanjiro."

"Don't worry, today... none of you will die!"

A figure of a woman appeared in Purgatory Anjuro's mind. He never forgot what Purgatory Rinhui taught him. He is a person with talents, and a strong man like himself should protect the weak by nature!

Xingshou Lang's golden-red eyes glowed with a strong fighting spirit, and the fighting spirit in his body became stronger and stronger.

He held the Nichirin Sword horizontally with both hands and slowly moved the sword into a stabbing stance. His breathing method was running extremely fast, and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

The breath of fire, the shape of Wu, the fire tiger!

The rising fighting spirit was like a violent explosion of flames, turning into a ferocious tiger of fire that instantly hit Yiwo Zuo. The speed and force were so fast that Yiwo Zuo was caught off guard.

Yiwozao was pierced through the chest by a sword, but he was still full of fighting spirit. He completely ignored the wound and punched Xingshou Lang's head. Xingshou Lang only had time to turn slightly, and a huge wound was scratched on his forehead.

Just like this, the two of them fought fiercely in the extremely dangerous situation, Xingshoulang's blood and Yiwozuo's severed limbs kept flying out.

Tanjiro looked so anxious that his chest seemed to explode. He had a very bad feeling about what to do...

He lowered his head to look for the Nichirin Sword he had dropped, but suddenly, a familiar figure ran from the train carriage in the distance.

Nezuko took Tanjiro's arm and pointed behind her. There was an expression in her expression that Tanjiro couldn't understand. It seemed to be... joy?

On the other side, Yanzhu Purgatory Anjuro felt that his physical strength had reached the limit, but the cannibal in front of him seemed to still have some strength left. He took a deep breath and made a decision in his heart.

Breath of Fire, Mystery·Jiu Type·Purgatory!

Burning the fighting spirit and strength all over his body, he turned into flames and slashed towards Yiwozuo like a shooting star. But Yiwozuo was already extremely excited at this time. He also burst out with power and threw an explosive punch.

Destruction and killing style!

"Purgatory-san!" Tanjiro shouted in despair, and the ground suddenly roared like a dragon's roar.

Roar!

Dozens of meters of ground collapsed instantly, and a tall figure crashed into the battlefield like a bolt of black lightning.

I tried my best to keep the highlights of my eldest brother as completely as possible, and this time, it is true that no one will die!