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The scene fell into a deathly silence, and the atmosphere became embarrassing to the extreme.

"Really, I recommend you to look at ENT, or I'll introduce Nightingale to you, what's wrong and what's wrong." Fujimaru Tachika continued to deal with ghosts without changing his expression, while rushing towards the crimson-haired boy behind him. gestured.

Because when the hotel was being repaired, the apprentice Sparrow who was occasionally used for communication was too busy, so he taught Tanjiro a set of body language, which is used to express various situations. As long as you see it from a distance, you will understand the meaning you want to convey. .

Mr. Fujimaru is asking if there is anyone nearby...

Kamado Tanjiro held the newly acquired Hirinken sword tightly, took a deep breath, and various subtle and imperceptible auras in the air appeared in front of him one by one.Here is a small bridge with scattered houses on both sides, with the smell of food and the smell of wood.

"Yes, it should be nearby." He replied in a low voice, in a voice that only the two of them could hear clearly, and in the next second he wanted to push the young man in front of him away, "Mr. Fujimaru, be careful!"

While they were exchanging hand gestures, Kouga Ogre leaped high and fell to a height very close to that of the young man. Tanjiro wanted to catch the Oni's attack for him, but under that push, Fujimaru Tateka remained motionless. It was as if there was a deep root system under his feet, and he could not be shaken by strength alone.

It was clearly a moment of life and death, but the young man showed no signs of fear, it might be better to say that his aura became more restrained.

Purgatory Kyojuro held his breath, even though he had never seen Fujimaru Tachika make a move since he knew the Demon Slayer Squad, but he could feel that this is a very wonderful person.

Possesses absolute lethality, but is not arrogant because of it. His power is the power of protection, a sword of the heart that is no less than a real sword honed to protect others.

When Kougami's nails were about to fall on Fujimaru Tachika's body, he took a big step with his left foot to the left, and his body moved to the extreme. His strong waist was tightened and then suddenly released, pulling his upper body and immediately bringing out his right hand punch!

Yan Zhu, who has good dynamic eyesight, could see clearly. It was not so much a punch as it was a poke, which directly punctured the eyeball in the belly of the mouth-eyed ghost!

High speed oracle.Strengthen magic add.

He made up a palm with his empty left hand, and the mouth-eyed ghost immediately vomited a big mouthful of blood and organ fragments and flew out.

"Are you all so blind with big eyes? Do you have a relative named Gilles de Ray?" Fujimaru Tatsuka was furious, "How can you tell that I smell good, praise me and pay attention to the basic law, okay! "

What's going on with this person...?When the mouth-eyed ghost was floating in the air, the only thought that popped up in his mind was this. He lost an eyeball in his abdomen. This is not the most important thing. With just one palm, all the internal organs have been crushed by the destructive momentum, and the bones have also appeared. crack.

Both the survival instinct and consciousness are clamoring to hurry up, to regenerate quickly!There are members of the ghost killing team here, they must be regenerated quickly! !

In multiple visions, the crimson blade slid past, and the world in front of him was divided into two.

"Huh?" The mouth-eyed ghost only had time to utter a short confused sound, and saw his body with all the bones shattered and the inscription on the red blade from a different angle.

——Evil ghosts are killed.

That knife became the last memory reflected in the ghost's mind, and this memory also disappeared in the moonlit night with the end of his life.

After confirming that the ghost had been wiped out, Fujimaru Tachika squatted by the small river to wash his hands. The sticky feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable. He asked casually, "Purgatory, how is the strength of that ghost just now?"

"It's the weakest kind." Purgatory Xingshoulang replied loudly, without beating around the bush at all.

"Oh!"

"Also, just smashing the oni's internal organs and bones is not enough to kill them completely. If there is a sun wheel sword made of iron that has absorbed the power of the sun, just beheading the oni's head can cut off his life. Life." Purgatory Xingshoulang explained for him, and then changed the subject, "Do you want to consider being my stepson?"

Tanjiro's eyes lit up next to him, like a light bulb, and he could see that his stepson should be like an insider or something, and he seemed to be in a good position in the Demon Slayer Team.

Fujimaru Tachika shook his head, he is not from this world, "No, I'm just staying here temporarily."

Purgatory was not annoyed after being declined politely, but instead said bluntly, "Then I will be your disciple, I think your moves gave me some new ideas."

"To be honest, I am also someone else's apprentice, and I haven't reached the point where I can be a master. But if you want to discuss it, you are welcome at any time." He waved his hand. What he just used was Li Shuwen's Bajiquan, which was swung by the master himself. One punch can even sever the contract between the servant and the master, and that kind of realm is beyond his reach even in his entire life.

Fujimaru Tachika took the water from the small river and washed the place where he was stained with liquid.The vegetation in the village covers a wide area, and mosquitoes are indispensable. He was bitten several times just by washing his hands.

After finally tidying himself up under the interference of the mosquitoes, he was about to ask the others if they wanted to move on, when Tanjiro Kamado held the handle of the knife again with his right hand, "Wait a minute, it's a bit strange."

The boy exchanged glances with him, and then made a few hand gestures, which roughly meant that there might be a ghost and there were hostages.

Although Yan Zhu couldn't understand their hand gestures, his outstanding ability as a Zhu also made him aware of something wrong, a very faint but real presence of blood breath and killing intent.

Dazzling sun flames rose out of thin air from the red blade that had not been retracted from its sheath, burning the night sky brilliantly.

Purgatory Xingshourou's breath has completely changed, the heat lingering around him is constantly expanding, breaking through from the small bonfire upwards, until reaching the brightness of the sun.

The fighting spirit is very clear, not mixed with other things.

In order to use his talents correctly, Purgatory Kyojuro swung the Japanese sword from bottom to top!

The swift arc-shaped slash destroyed one side of a nearby residential building, and one could see a few ordinary people tied up in red belts inside, and there were overturned meals on the table surrounded by them.

All of them looked terrified. Although their mouths were covered, they seemed to be struggling desperately to tell them something.

There was the sound of the Sun Wheel Knife colliding with a hard object, and another ghost swam to the river at some point, intending to sneak up on the black-haired youth who had defeated his companion from behind.

But a teenager moved faster than him, swung the knife in his hand faster, and caught his attack!

"Catch it?" The ghost raised the corners of his mouth and pulled out a deeply awkward smile, "So what if you catch it, the little ghost should die first~"

Another pair of hands protruded from the ribs on both sides of him. The nails of the five fingers were like steel needles, slender and hard as iron. The hand has tripled from two!

Time seemed to stand still for a second, and the six ghost hands danced rapidly, each attack carrying the killing intent to penetrate the boy's head, the speed has reached the point where it is difficult for the naked eye to keep up.

The Six-Handed Ghost laughed triumphantly. His speed and all-round attack are the secrets to killing so many people. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Although it was a bit slow at first, the crimson-haired boy quickly caught up with him, and it seemed that he still had room for it!

The ghost gritted his teeth and increased his speed again, his nails collided with the black blade of the Sun Wheel Knife one after another, causing sparks.

can do it!Kamado Tanjiro was very sure that the ghost in front of him was far worse than Mr. Enkidu, even if the green man obviously let go of him, his speed was still faster than this ghost.

While recalling the technique of catching the gap that Enkidu taught him, he continued to entangle with the six-handed ghost. After a certain impact, he could clearly see the silk thread stretched on the tip of the knife.

Without any hesitation, Tanjiro followed the thread's guidance and drew back the knife, slashing straight at the Oni's neck!

however.

"Didn't expect that, brat!" A hand stretched out from the side of the ghost's neck, and the hard nails held Tanjirou's blade. Just as the other hands attacked the boy's back, the ground under the ghost's feet suddenly became pale. Relaxed, the feet suddenly sank into the soil, unable to extricate themselves.

He had no choice but to turn his attack to the ground and free his trapped feet. Tanjirou Kamado got a chance to breathe and immediately pulled a distance.

Rune magic.

Originally, the runes were not stable enough, but under the improvement of Scathach, who is the queen of the land of shadows, and Brynhilde, the daughter of Odin, the power reduction was used to improve the controllability.

It's perfect for making some little tricks. Even Cu Chulainn, the Son of Light of the Celtics, once stepped in a small dirt trap created by him during training, and Tatsuka Fujimaru took the opportunity to put the dog on the leash on the neck.

Of course, the follow-up of this incident was that Cu Chulainn used his agility A to drag him around Chaldea, allowing him to experience the feeling of rubbing against the floor at full speed, and was finally repaired severely After a meal.

Tanjiro resumed his fighting stance, but there was great uncertainty in his heart. He didn't know where the Oni would grow the sword that stuck his hands in his body next time.

At this time, someone patted his shoulder and pressed down heavily, with a clean voice like a gurgling brook, "Tanjiro, let them see what you have learned this month!"

That voice has the magical power of calming people's hearts. After the young man heard it, his irritable mind instantly calmed down, and the line of smell became more and more clear.

He stepped back with one foot, lowering his weight.

The steps of the Iai Slash taught by Master Benyanma have long been familiar with, plus the agility skills taught by Mr. Enkidu, coupled with Mr. Emiya's basic swordsmanship...

The six-handed ghost opened his teeth and claws, pointed at him and laughed wildly, "What, what, are you ready to die? Even if you are a swordsman of the Ghost Killing Team, I have eaten a lot! Yes, I'll eat you, and then I'll chop up that delicious guy and enjoy it—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The only thing that can be heard is the short sound of the knife being pushed out of the scabbard, but in the field of vision, the snow-white light of the knife has already flown out like a crescent moon, sharp and sharp, after cutting the ghost into two pieces, it still cannot stop With the momentum, the arc cut obliquely across the bridge deck, causing the bridge to be broken into two immediately, and the falling water caused a high spray. The knife light finally stuck into the embankment for about tens of centimeters before stopping!

"I..." Tanjiro was very at a loss about the power of his knife, he seemed...hadn't used the breath of water yet?

"!" Purgatory Xingshoulang knew how difficult it was to simply hold the sword without relying on any breath, and then use sword skills to reach this level.

In just one month, is there a world of difference from Natian Spider Mountain?

He couldn't help looking sideways at the young man with black hair and blue eyes, and saw that Fujimaru Tachika seemed to be familiar with the commander on the battlefield, and he immediately reminded the young man, "Don't be distracted, Tanjiro!"

"Yes!"

"You are in command? Just kill you!"

The ghost jumped up and rushed towards the black-haired young man. The nails that could pry open the skulls of ordinary people were blocked by something. For some reason, the abnormal young man had come to him and resisted his attack again, "You The speed is too slow, if I lose at your hands, I will have no face to face Mister Enkidu!"

The consciousness was so concentrated that it was almost twisted into a thread. The knives in his hand slapped the ghost's body like waves, and the sharpest knife pierced through the waves and directly took off the ghost's head!

"Good job!"

"Mr. Purgatory, please don't slap me so hard..." Tanjiro staggered a few steps from Yanzhu's continuous admiring slaps, and said helplessly.

"Because the Zaomen boy did a very good job!" Purgatory Xingshoulang retracted his hand and put his chin on it. After thinking for a while, "It's decided, then you will be my disciple!"

Tanjiro asked in a daze, "Hey, is it so casual?"

He originally wanted to continue to say that you just wanted to accept Mr. Fujimaru as a disciple, but his legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

The strength in the body was drained, and it was difficult to move his fingers. Tanjiro originally thought it was the sequelae of using Iai Zhan, but even Yanzhu and Fujimaru Tachika also had the same symptoms.

A terrifying conjecture appeared in his mind, that is—the third ghost here.

When he told Fujimaru Tachika this conjecture, the young man sighed and said, "This is blood and dirt. If my clothes are not clean, I have no money to pay Mr. Miyashiki."

The haori hakama on his body was borrowed from the Demon Slayer Squad. It’s okay to say that he is not a social animal in vain, and his part-time job skills have long been full. But in this seemingly ancient era, his Wilderness survival skills are more prominent.

"Mr. Fujimaru, now is not the time to worry about clothes..." Tanjiro whispered.

"The prayer?"

"...do you pray for yourself?" he asked.

"Why?" Fujimaru Tachika asked back, "Of course I prayed for the ghost, and prayed that he would not die too badly."

Tanjiro and Purgatory Kyojuro looked at each other, not quite understanding what he meant.

On the house on the opposite side of the river, at some point, a man stood up. He licked his lips satisfactorily like an audience who had finally watched enough, "Oh? You can still talk after being hit by my vampire spell. Those useless swordsmen are stronger."

"When?"

Tanjiro's ignorant expression made the ghosts enjoy it very much, and he told them the reason in a good mood, "As long as you are bitten by my mosquitoes, even the pillars will lose their mobility for a period of time. This is the medicine rewarded by the adults who wound up!"

He jumped down from the top, and paced in front of the weak people like a leisurely stroll, the words "down strings" in his eyes made him look very different from the previous two minions.

The appearance of the ghost of the bow string is closer to that of ordinary humans, but there are many ornaments wrapped around his arms and legs, some with inscriptions and some without. Seeing Fujimaru Tachika's curious eyes, he actually pointed at those ornaments. One introduced: "This is the eldest lady with well-maintained skin, and this is the young master whose fingers I like very much..."

It was the trophies left by the cannibal. He had already escaped the confinement of flesh and blood, and began to have room for preferences and choices.

"Speaking of which, don't you also have a pampered young master here?" The ghost of the lower string wiped the corner of his lower lip with his thumb, and the man's long golden hair would also emit a faint radiance at night, although his skin was darker, But that face was first-class handsome, with impeccable features.

Thinking that he could eat such a once-in-a-lifetime person, the ghost of the string was almost intoxicated in the sweet delusion made of flesh and blood.

"The meat of the young master from a rich family must be delicious, right? I've decided, I'll take you as my supper tonight." He shook his leg, and the jewelry jingled. His offspring were beaten to the bone and sucked out the marrow.

Fujimaru Tachika was shocked. I didn't expect that some people would find the 3000-year-old bacon delicious. "Although, I think you may not be able to bite it."

However, I didn’t expect to be recognized as the eldest son of a rich family. Against the backdrop of the desolate and dilapidated surroundings, the hakama pattern that Emiya helped make casually looks really handmade, and Gaitia has always been with Solomon as a magic formula. Around the king, under the influence of his ears and eyes, he has the sense of dignity of a superior person.

The place where the family crest is marked on the haori is replaced by two sparrow shapes. One is because Fujimaru Tatsuka was born in an ordinary family and there is no such high-end stuff as the family crest, and the other is because there is no other way.

Emiya wanted to embroider the Chaldean logo on it, Fujimaru Tateka asked quietly: "Can you make sure that we won't be whipped for 15 minutes by the Anti-Ri Noble Phantasm?"

The master and servant thought about it, bowed their heads and made up their minds, and simply embroidered two sparrows as decorations.

Fujimaru Tachika doesn't quite understand why this ghost chooses the strongest persimmon, but it's really a ghost's misfortune for Gaitia!

Purgatory Xingshoulang struggled on the spot, using breathing techniques to slow down the corrosion process of toxins in the blood circulation, different from the youth's relaxation, a trace of worry appeared on his face which was always clear and clear.

This Mr. Gaitia is an important guest of the Ghost Slayer Squad. He can benefit many swordsmen of the Ghost Slayer Squad with his skillful hand. He must not lose his life here.

"Relax." Knowing his worry, Fujimaru Tatsuka comforted, "Just watch it."

Kamado Tanjiro also nodded in agreement.

On the other side, the ghost and his prey were standing almost face to face with a distance of no more than twenty centimeters. The bright red belt extended from his feet, flying in the air, mixed with the sound of the swarm's wings, making the The human scalp is numb.

"No point." The blond man said.

The ghost of the winding string stopped, "What did you say?"

"I said, your existence is meaningless." Gaitia slapped his backhand, and the so-called ghost who fell from the string was directly slapped off half of his body, and the remaining half of his body froze, as if he didn't understand why an unarmed man People can hurt him to this extent.

If the power level of a heroic spirit of Jinli E is ten times that of an ordinary person, then the level of Jinli A is roughly fifty times.It can float up according to the specific situation, such as releasing magic power to assist oneself to enhance strength and the like.

To say that Fujimaru Tachika smashed the ghost's internal organs with his bare hands, at least there is still a process of accumulating power, but the man doesn't want it at all, he skips this step directly, and raising his hand is overwhelming power!

Purgatory Xingshoulang seems to understand what the young man meant, indeed, he doesn't need to worry, because this person is the strongest among them!

Sticky blood flowed out from the wound, quickly building the missing form, and the ghost who had recovered was still stunned, "Impossible, how is this possible, such power...!"

"Pa" was another slap in the face, Gaitia kept raising his hand, and his red eyes showed a condescending aura, "A trash fish is a trash fish, no matter how many there are, they are just trash fish."

The understring ghost finally got a taste of it. He clearly ordered his bugs to bite everyone, but why was this man standing, and even the pillars fell down!

He finally realized his fallacy.

But it was too late, as soon as he opened his mouth, he would be slapped mercilessly. Until later, the ghost was exhausted to the point that he couldn't even regenerate faster.

The blond man raised his chin slightly, his blood-like red pupils showed extreme contempt under the moonlight, and he said disdainfully: "Rebirth? It seems that the so-called life will come to an end if you suffer an irreversible wound." ? You really said something that makes people laugh, and you haven’t even reached the real immortality, so you’re so shameless!”

After finishing his speech, he stopped moving, as if he wanted to wait for the ghost to recover completely.

Jealousy of power, dissatisfaction with power, all were swallowed by ghosts, and then turned into power...

"What the hell is this..." the ghost of the lower string muttered to himself, the pressure that could not be expressed in words was being added to his body, every cell, every drop of blood, every inch of skin was screaming desperately to survive, But the way of life in front of him has disappeared.

The phantoms slowly rose from under the blond man's feet, shrouded in mist and somewhat unclear. Their posture was like reeds rooted in the shallows, swaying gently with the night wind.

run.run.

There is only this concept left in the mind of the ghost of the string. If he wants to survive, he must escape, but his heavy body can't keep up with his active thinking.

"Want to use the belt to imitate my posture? Imitate the unity of the 72 demons and gods, and make it more formal?"

It was only then that Fujimaru Tachika realized that Gaitia was not angry because of anything else, but because he felt offended by the ostentatious gestures of those belts.

Faced with that strange interrogation, the ghost who was suppressed to the limit by his aura had no extra thinking ability at all, so he cursed, "Who the hell imitated you!"

Gaitia seemed to feel something, frowned and looked towards the void, then, as if he had been inspired, he poked his hand into the phantom around him, and then pulled out a snow-white tentacles, which just materialized from the void , There was a sound coming from the snow-white tentacles.

"Control Tababatos, assist the general manager, and maintain the end. The command bureau, the command bureau, please... puff!"

One of the dignified 72 demon gods appeared in less than three seconds before being mercilessly used as a whip by Gaitia, the commanding bureau, and violently whipped on the enemy's face.