The journey of dragon transformation starting from Demon Slayer

'The other party should be observing my physical strength now...'

'And in this state, everything is slowly slowing down before your eyes...'

'A very tricky ability...'

'If that's the case...'

After making his judgment, Brand made up his mind and stepped out of a pothole with a bang.

"Make an attack beyond your body's reaction!"

boom! ! !

As soon as he finished speaking, gravel flew and the ground shattered inch by inch. Brand, who turned into flames, disappeared instantly. The next moment, the flames burned again in front of the black eyes.

Brand, who appeared in front of Black Death Eye in an instant, did not give the other party's body time to react. The gun body was burning with flames and was held high above Black Death Eye's head.

Looking at Brand's figure, Black Eyes suddenly had the feeling that he would definitely die if he took the opponent's move forcefully.

Although the speed is very slow in my own eyes, it must not be forced.

"The breath of fire..."

After muttering something to himself, his black eyes instantly moved his body to the side.

The truth was just as Black Death Eyes thought. After running the breathing method to avoid Brand's spear blow, a huge roar sounded instantly.

The strong wind caused by the slash made Black Death Eye's clothes and hair shake crazily.

A long ravine appeared in the direction where he was just now.

Due to the depth and length, even if he enters the second stage of his attack, it is absolutely impossible for him to cause such power.

If he had not dodged just now, he would definitely be split in half by the opponent.

After losing his fighting power in just a moment, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Then he would definitely be beheaded in the face of the next attack.

And cutting it by force wouldn't work. A blade made of one's own flesh and blood is simply not as good as the Nichirin Sword made by the Demon Slayer Corps that was used by such a strong man. The strength of the weapon was increased according to intelligence.

Just like the boy just now, the blade made of his own flesh and blood will be melted by the hot temperature as soon as it comes into contact.

Although the results created by the severed weapon are different, the meaning is always the same.

The scorching temperature of Yuanyi's successor's He Dao can prevent the regeneration of flesh and blood, but with the power of the man in front of him, even if his weapon can regenerate instantly, it will be of no use after regeneration.

The moment the two come into contact, he will be split in half.

That's why it feels like it means exactly the same thing to you.

One is that the weapon cannot be restored and then is beheaded, the other is that even if the weapon is restored, it is useless and the person will die just the same.

"It seems that no iron that absorbed such a large amount of sunlight was found during the Warring States Period..."

Looking at the gun blade burning with flames and exuding a metallic color, the black eyes secretly thought to themselves.

This is the difference in body and strength, and it is the Demon Slayer team that has made a comprehensive evolution.

Out of many considerations, I made this right choice.

It has to be said that Black Death Eyes now finally has the oppressive feeling that a weak ghost hunter feels when facing an existence like Twelve Ghost Moon.

Gradually, the black eyes fell into memories.

As a user of the initial breathing method, he originally thought that only they were special.

Not to mention that after becoming a ghost, he encountered the nightmare of his life on that blood-red night.

After becoming a ghost, I, who was the original breathing swordsman, became one of the top strings in the past sixty years.

The strongest ghost under Muzan.

It seems like this is how it should be, but God doesn't allow it to happen.

That day, I witnessed something unbelievable.

Following the fate of the country, his biological brother appeared in front of him.

After an absence of more than sixty years, a former ghost hunter encounters his old enemy, a being named Oni.

He has an old figure and is destined to be over eighty years old as a human being.

Looking at the other person's appearance, I felt jealous and resentful from the bottom of my heart.

Without exception, swordsmen who turn on markings will die before the age of twenty-five. Why is he the only one who can survive?

However, as long as he is still hunting ghosts, anyone who comes into contact with him must be cut off.

After that, the battle that followed followed his own idea.

My brother is special.

There is no flaw in his posture. Even with his decayed body, his sword skills and attacks are as powerful as in his heyday.

Originally, within two moves, he had already determined the result.

The second move is that you will die.

This means that I have recognized the truth of the world, and that Yuanyi is an existence that can transcend the principles of the world.

But just because of this second move, Jiguoyuan died before he could use it.

If Yuanyi had lived one more breath, he would have died.

At that time, when I saw this scene, I suddenly felt angry from the bottom of my heart, and also felt a little free and easy.

Without giving himself a chance, no one, not even that adult, could hurt Yuanyi in the slightest.

But the best swordsman in the long history of the Demon Slayer Corps was dead, and there was no way he would lose to anyone else again.

He chose the invincible path, even at the risk of turning into this ugly appearance.

Looking at Brand in front of him, he jumped up to avoid the opponent's spear and seemed to see Ji Guoyuan standing in front of him.

"What to do about the heir..."

"There are no masters who can compete with us. There is little hope of inheriting the breathing method, and the skills that have been refined over time will be lost."

In response to his inquiry, Yuanyi just smiled and spoke lightly.

"Brother..."

"We are not such extraordinary people...just a speck of dust in the long history of mankind..."

"People who are far more intelligent than us are also born at this moment, so we can leave this world without worries..."

At that time, I was arrogant and thought that only their generation was special.

But why can Yuanyi laugh when he hears about a future without a successor? You know, just knowing about this possibility made me so jealous and angry that I almost went crazy.

I can't be as free and easy as my brother.

People who have never been jealous of others are just lucky, because they have never met someone who is favored by the gods.

I have never met such a person, who is as hot and dazzling as the sun.

He abandoned his family, his responsibilities and mission, and his identity as a human being, and became a ghost alone.

Even the dignity of the samurai has been abandoned.

"You always say that those who have lost their way will end up in the same place..."

"After you die, that adult and I will kill all the swordsmen who know the Breath of the Sun..."

"But now, they have appeared...the successors in your mouth..."

The black death eye that was mumbling in his mouth waved the blade, and countless small moon blades swept towards Brand.

Looking at the strong man in front of him, his black eyes suddenly understood why Yuan Yi said this.