The journey of dragon transformation starting from Demon Slayer

Dancing with the gun for such a long time is not a useless effort.

But prepare for the final blow.

An extremely fast horizontal slash directly covered and annihilated the tail of his eight-shaped moon dragon wheel, and then swept it towards him at a speed that did not reduce its power.

Such speed, such explosive power.

This is the successor.

A successor who will carry forward Yan again.

At this moment, the black eyes suddenly had the idea that as long as he could continue to practice, he would be able to use the breath of the moon to reach the state of Yuanyi.

"Honestly, I thought you would just rush over to me while I was doing the gun dance..."

Smiling, Brand wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This hearty gun dance was the second time since I learned the breathing technique.

Looking at the huge fan-shaped area behind the black eyes that had been swept away by him, Brand suddenly felt a sense of relief.

After all, without the huge increase in physical ability of the evil ghost, it is really difficult to rely on the human body to replicate that kind of attack power again.

Fortunately, I have the super skill of breathing.

"As long as you attack at close range... you will definitely be cut into blood foam..."

Although he was cut in half, the eyes of the black eyes still showed no fluctuation.

Without the smile, he just told the truth plainly.

"You are clearly using the breath of fire, but you are able to do something that even Yuanyi can't do..."

Although his skills failed to surpass him, his body surpassed Yuanyi.

Hearing Black Eyes say this, Brand was stunned for a moment, and then laughed heartily.

"Oh! Are you talking about this?"

"I could do such a slash in the past!"

"To be honest, it's a bit uncomfortable to not be haunted by evil spirits... But thanks to the breathing method..."

"The evil ghost... is it a weapon..."

"Well! It should be considered..."

I don't know why, but when I heard this word, the black eyes suddenly felt a chill running down my spine.

It was obviously something named as an evil ghost, but it gave me an extremely terrifying feeling.

Soon, the burning feeling gradually subsided, and Black Death Eyes pulled out the blade on the ground.

"Keep...fighting..."

"Oh!!! Just what I wanted!"

Faced with Black Death Eye's invitation, Brand set up his spear again.

Not only did Black Eyes think that way, but Brand actually felt the same way.

The battle just now was just to warm up.

Moreover, the imperial gear has not been worn yet, how can it end so hastily!

I can feel that I can become stronger!

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On the other side, Xing Julang, who was supposed to confront Tong Mo with the boy, was dragged to another battlefield by someone unexpectedly.

"Hey! Long time no see, Xingshourou..."

Yiwozuo, who had pink hair and eyes still engraved with the string number three, smiled and said hello to the man opposite.

And after hearing what Yiwozuo said, Xingshou Lang also felt the same way.

"Well, I haven't seen you for a while, Yi Wo Zuo."

"When I think about not being able to kill you last time, I feel extremely regretful!"

Xingjulang, who was full of energy, opened his eyes wide, and as he said this, the voice coming out of his chest was full of energy.

"Because if I let you go, there must be many more victims!"

"What a shame! I am simply not worthy of being a pillar!"

"If there was a crack in the ground! I would be so ashamed that I would want to crawl in!"

Although the enemy said that he felt sorry for not killing him, Yiwozuo was surprisingly not angry at all.

"Eating people? During this period, I didn't eat alone... Anjuro..."

Hearing what Yi Wo Zuo said, Xingshou Lang looked at Yi Wo Zuo's expression.

"Because that adult gave me a lot of blood, I haven't eaten people for a while... Even so, I still became stronger..."

Spreading his palms, Yiwozuo stared at his hands without knowing what he was thinking, and said without raising his head.

"Speaking of which, what about you? Xingjulang..."

"Without becoming a ghost, without the Lord's blood, cultivation can only be achieved by practicing this primitive method."

"Human beings are such creatures..."

After saying that, a strong aura came out of Yiwozuo's body, like a real sense of oppression that even ruffled Xingshourou's hair on his forehead.

"Do you regret not accepting my invitation and not becoming a ghost anymore..."

"Anjuro..."

Xingshoulang didn't even take a second to think about Yiwozao's proposal.

"I do not regret!"

"No matter how many times! I will choose to fight to the end as a human being!"

Hearing such an answer, Yiwozuo was not surprised at all, because in his understanding, Xingshou Lang should be like this.

Only this kind of Anjuro exudes unique charm.

"I'm glad you declined my offer..."

"Then let me test how powerful you have become and whether you are qualified to face our Shangxian ghosts or even see the true face of Lord Wuhan..."

"The technique unfolds..."

boom! ! !

With a heavy stamp, Yi Wo Zuo looked at the man in front of him and raised his lips.

"Destroy Kill Luo Needle!"

The blue snowflake array spread out rapidly, like snowflakes falling in the air, and the snowflake array on the ground was also constantly rotating.

There is no transformation from purple to red to blue like injecting ghost energy, but it directly enters the final stage of blue formation as soon as it is activated.

Bang! ! !

With a crisp sound, Yiwozuo jumped up and punched Xingshou Lang in the face.

Seeing Yiwozao's attack, Xingjuro directly waved the Nichirin Sword in his hand to swing the opponent's arm away.

Feeling his arm being bounced away, Yi Wo Zuo even froze for a moment.

"Didn't attack, but bounced my arm..."

"Nice move... So you want to use this to deal with my sense of fighting spirit? Anjuro!"

Yiwozao, who waved his other arm and punched Xingshourou in the chest, said loudly with a smile.

"But such behavior will ultimately treat the symptoms rather than the root cause! Do you understand?"

Ding! ! !

The fist intersected with the Nichirin sword, making a crisp sound.

The two were very close to each other at this moment. Looking at Yiwozuo, Xingshoulang said seriously: "Ah! Of course I understand!"

Feeling the transfer of power, Yiwozuo frowned.

Anjuro now gave himself a strange feeling. The other party's actions were all under the compass's perception, but his actions were not as fiery as when they first met.

"Are you still hiding something?"

With a murmur, Yi Wozuo took up his horse stance.

"Destruction Kill·Random Style!"

He quickly waved his arms and punched out with a fist that was twice as fast as his own speed on Mugen Train.

In just a short moment, the two collided dozens of times.