Uchiha second generation dance king

On the relatively large training ground of the Purgatory Family, a tall and straight young man with hair color that gradually changed from golden to red was holding a Taidao, looking intently at the man with a similar face opposite him.

"Xingjuro, breathe as I taught you before."

Holding a bamboo knife in his hand, Purgatory Makijuro stood on the spot, teaching Purgatory Kyojuro to use the breathing method.

"Hi!"

Seriously answering his father, he took a deep breath, and then Purgatory Xingshourou rushed forward with a wrong step, flipped his wrist and waved the Taidao in his hand.

Dots of flames splashed from the blade, and then formed a fire dragon, roaring and rushing towards Purgatory Makijuro.

With a little smile and pride flashing across his eyes, Purgatory Makijuro turned around and dodged it, and then aimed the bamboo knife in his hand at Purgatory Kyojuro's arm and chopped it off forcefully.

"Bump, da——"

The sound of knives colliding came, and the two of them fought back and forth in the field.

Not far away, Qianshoulang and Ruhuo sat and watched quietly, besides the prepared water glasses, there was Jiuying, who was watching a show with his short legs dangling and holding snacks.

Ruhuo's physical condition is so bad that even Jiuying is a little difficult to treat, and it will cost a lot of money.

After Ruhuo got rid of the threat of death, Jiuying had already returned to the body and began to sleep deeply.

And this sleep, Jiuying slept for several years.

When Jiuying woke up again, it was already three years later.

At that time, Purgatory Xingjulang, who had just finished training, saw Jiuying who was waving at him and ran over subconsciously, hugging Jiuying and refused to let go, watching Purgatory Makijuro couldn't help whispering that he had learned to manage his emotions for nothing .

But no matter what, it is a good thing that Jiuying wakes up.

At that time, for the first time in his life, Purgatory Makijuro bowed deeply to anyone other than the protagonist of the Demon Slayer Squad, knelt down on the ground, and solemnly thanked him.

Jiuying didn't care, and quickly pulled Purgatory Makishourou to stand up, then turned around and reached an agreement during the chat with Purgatory Makishouro-to train Purgatory Kyojuro together.

Well, the kind of training to death.

Relying on his fast speed and high concealment value, Jiuying would give some small surprises to Purgatory Xingshoulang from time to time.

Up to a head of water poured down to cool the heart, down to the hidden weapon Kunai hit out to provide a one-stop medical service.

What reflex training, speed training and detection training Jiuying training is not waterproof at all, it is guaranteed to fully temper the fighting consciousness of Purgatory Xingjulang.

And Purgatory Makijuro was even worse, holding a bamboo knife and beat Purgatory Xingjurou so hard that he couldn't get up.

After the work is over, it is said that it is to strengthen the muscle memory of Purgatory Xingshoulang, and further exercise his fighting awareness and instinct.

Looking back, he even found the record book about the Breath of the Sun handed down by his ancestors. While teaching Purgatory Kyojuro the Breath of Fire, he pressed his head to learn other things from the Breath of the Sun.

In the past few years, Xing Shoulang in Purgatory has lived a miserable life.

But the benefits are also obvious.

Just like...

"Breath of Flame · Two Types of Flame Rising!"

The scorching flame ignited into the air, clinging to the Taidao, and cut off the bamboo sword in the hands of Purgatory Makijuro.

Looking at Purgatory Kyojurou who was breathing rapidly, Purgatory Makijuro nodded in satisfaction and stopped his hands.

"You're doing great, Anjuro."

After hearing his father's words, Purgatory Xingshourou breathed a sigh of relief, and put away the Japanese saber in his hand.

At the age of 12, he was already able to use the breathing method proficiently, and his combat ability was comparable to that of Purgatory Makijuro.

It is not an exaggeration to call Purgatory Xingjulang a genius.

Throwing away the bamboo knife in his hand casually, Purgatory Makijuro patted Purgatory Kyojurou on the shoulder, looked at his son who had already reached his shoulder, and said seriously: "Kingjurou, you can already participate in the selection for the Demon Slayer Team this year. "

Seeing his son's bright eyes, Purgatory Makijuro ruffled his hair vigorously, and said, "Although your strength is good, you still have to remember at all times and stay vigilant."

Subtleties determine success or failure, and we must not be arrogant and complacent.

Nodding heavily, Purgatory Xingshoulang replied: "I will remember, father."

As soon as he finished speaking, Purgatory Xingshourou felt something flying towards the back of his head, and subconsciously shook his hand back, feeling a cold sensation in his palm.

"The reaction is not bad."

Jiuying jumped to the side of Purgatory Xingshoulang, looked at his height, and finally patted his back with the hand that was going to land on his shoulder.

Seeing the ice in the palm of his hand, Purgatory Xingshou Lang didn't care, he smiled and looked down at Jiuying, who was much shorter than himself, bent down and picked her up, turned around and walked towards the place where his brother and mother were sitting go.

"Yeah, thanks to Xiaojiu's help. I remember there seems to be watermelon, I'll open it for you to eat."

The forgotten Purgatory Makijuro twitched his mouth, stared at his son's back and said, "Hey, hey, what about me?"

Brat, why didn't you tell me to share some with your father?

Hearing his father's words, Purgatory Xingshoulang turned his head and said seriously: "Father, you can beat yourself. Xiaojiu is still young and needs to be taken care of."

Jiuying, who was holding back her laughter: ...I said it, I'm not young anymore!

Purgatory Makijuro with myocardial infarction: He really is a brat!

Ruhuo and Senjuro who were watching the play: Today, Kyojuro blocked me back. The combat power is really weak, Makijuro/Father.

Being blocked once, Purgatory Makijuro turned his head and went to find Ruhuo, trying to find some psychological comfort. Then, he saw the little dagger sitting next to Ruhuo talking to his wife.

Ruo didn't notice him at all.

Purgatory Makijuro:? !

While holding the watermelon and biting it in small bites, Jiuying looked at the despondent Makijuro with the hair on his forehead drooping limply, swallowed the fruit in his mouth, and thought to himself: It deserves it.

She is very vengeful.

She can remember the revenge of the melting knife for several years.

Three days later, it will be the day when Purgatory Anjurou goes to Mount Fujishi to participate in the selection of the Demon Slayer Team.

Looking at his own son standing in front of the door, Ruhuo hugged Purgatory Xingshourou, not much to say, everything was in this warm embrace.

Purgatory Qianshourou looked at his elder brother, as if he saw his once vigorous father in a daze.

"Brother, we will wait for you."

In the end, Purgatory Senshourou said this to Purgatory Kyojurou.

Smiling and patted his younger brother on the shoulder, Purgatory Xingshourou said, "Okay."

In the end, Purgatory Makijuro gave his son a hug, leaned into his ear and said, "You have always been my pride, Kyojuro."

"Well, father."

After the father and son hugged each other, Purgatory Xingshourou took a last look at his family, and then took his own sun wheel knife and embarked on the road of killing ghosts without hesitation.

On the way, Jiuying leaned on the shoulder of Xingshoulang in purgatory, poking his cheek and chatting with him, relying on his phantom state and weightlessness.

"Xiao Jiu, you don't want to make a move after you get to Fuji Attack Mountain."

Because it is not sure whether Jiuying can cause harm to ghosts, and this is his selection assessment, Purgatory Xingshoulang does not want Jiuying to participate in this battle.

"Okay, I remember it all."

Knowing what Purgatory Xingshoulang was thinking, Jiuying dragged his tone and agreed, thinking about the situation of ghosts in this world.

Since it is a ghost, as a spirit knife, it can always cause some damage, right?

While Jiuying was chatting with Liangui Xingshoulang, Fuji Xishan gradually appeared in front of them.

"It's so beautiful."

Looking at the majestic waterfall-like scenery composed of large wisteria flowers, Jiu Ying couldn't help but marvel at it even though he knew it was to stop ghosts.

Aware of the arrival of other people, Jiu Ying hurriedly said "Come on" to Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang and returned to the main body.

Putting the dagger away, when the time for the trial assessment arrived, Purgatory Kyojuro thanked him politely and walked into Fujishi Mountain with his sun wheel sword.

From time to time, in the dark depths of the bushes, shrill screams sounded, accompanied by heavy growls and gasps floating in the darkness, echoing in the ears of Purgatory Xingshoulang.

It was supposed to be a terrifying scene, but the calm expression on Purgatory Xingshourou's face remained unchanged, and he just walked in the direction he chose.

"Roar--"

The bushes on the left swayed slightly, and then an evil spirit suddenly appeared and rushed towards Purgatory Xingshourou.

Just when its sharp canine teeth were about to touch Purgatory Xingshoulang's neck, a snow-white saber light cut through the dark mist like thunder, splashing a burst of blood.

The broken ghost head tumbled to the ground, and there was still confusion and confusion in the widened eyes, as if wondering why his body was divided into two halves.

The remnant body slowly turned into black dust and dissipated. Purgatory Kyojuro shook off the blood stains on the blade, calmly put away his sun blade, and continued walking towards the east.

This time, an incredible guy came to Fujisan Mountain.

The news spread rapidly among the ghosts on Fujishishan.

The ghosts in the mountains are not only left with the desire/desire to hunt, many ghosts still retain consciousness, and therefore, they have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

And Purgatory Xingshoulang didn't avoid anything along the way, he walked straight to the east, and all the ghosts he encountered were beheaded.

Moreover, only one knife is needed, and no breathing assistance is required.

The speed was so fast that some ghosts couldn't even see clearly the speed at which Purgatory Xingshourou drew his sword.

This kind of terrifying combat power made the ghosts who saw the scene from a distance tremble and dare not approach.

Because of this, the place where Purgatory Xingshoulang was located suddenly became an existence that could be called a restricted area that the ghosts on Fujishi Mountain were extremely taboo about.

For a while, Purgatory Xingshoulang became the most leisurely swordsman on Fujishi Mountain.

Looking up at the sky in the distance, Purgatory Xingshourou felt that the sun was about to rise.

Estimating the remaining time in his heart, Purgatory Xingshoulang found that there were less than two hours left, and he was about to speed up his pace.

However, just a few steps away, suddenly Purgatory Xingshoulang stopped.

It seemed that there was a thick, indescribably vomitous breath lingering around him, entwined with malice, which made Purgatory Xingshoulang feel a little physically uncomfortable.

"Crack..."

The slight sound of bones rubbing against each other sounded, making it even more creepy in this atmosphere.

"Is it a ghost?"

Whispering, Purgatory Xingshourou immediately pulled out the Sun Wheel Knife, looked in the direction of the sound warily, and the expression on his face became serious for the first time.

In the darkness, scarlet eyes opened.

"rustle--"

The sound of the body driving the leaves sounded, and gradually approached Purgatory Xingshourou.

The dense white bones were exposed, and strangely shaped bone creatures appeared with various knives in their hands, surrounded by a faint black mist, exuding an aura that made Purgatory Xingjulang feel sick.

Eyes fell on Purgatory Xingshoulang, the group of monsters seemed to have found their target, without saying a word, they clenched their knives and charged straight up.

The eye sockets shrunk slightly, and Purgatory Xingshourou subconsciously resorted to breathing techniques.

"Breath of Flame, One Type, Shiranui!"

Pushing hard under his feet, Purgatory Xingshourou seemed to be integrated with the flame, and rushed towards the tall alien at the head.

The blade collided with the blade, and the bursting sparks merged with the flames of Purgatory Xingjurou, illuminating this small piece of heaven and earth.

The fierce confrontation woke up Jiuying who was sleeping in the dagger.

Immediately afterwards, the unusually familiar smell in the air made Jiuying's eyes widen: "Time retrospective army?!"

Before he had time to think about why the time-traveling army appeared here, Jiuying rushed out subconsciously after hearing the sound of blades colliding outside and Purgatory Xingshoulang's heavy breathing.

In the outside world, Purgatory Xing Shoulang's situation at the moment is not very good.

Because what appeared in front of him now was not only the time-traveling army, but also ghosts.

Moreover, for some reason, Purgatory Xingshoulang always felt that his physical strength was exhausted a little too fast, which was abnormally fast.

At this moment, the petite and extremely fast fishbone-shaped retrograde army seized the opportunity and stabbed at the back of Purgatory Xingjurou, the blade flashed a faint cold light.

"Chong-"

The dagger and Kunai intersected, and Jiuying appeared out of thin air holding the body, standing behind Purgatory Xingshourou, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a murderous intent emerged.

"Wow, I didn't expect to meet you here, what a coincidence."

Looking at the seemingly sluggish time-traveling army, Jiuying's tone reveals a smile, and there is a soft smile on his face that is no different from the past, but it is not the harmless sweetness before, and some are just the sharpness of the knife edge.

"Bury here, filthy thing!"

With a low roar, Jiuying stepped hard, his figure was so fast that he couldn't see it at all, and the blade of the dagger had quietly cut through the body of the marching army in front of him when he flipped his wrist.

The retrograde army didn't even have time to make a sound, its body was neatly broken in two and disappeared into the darkness.

Slightly bending his knees, Jiuying lowered his front body, and appeared in front of Purgatory Xingshou Lang, before he cut off the head of Taisao Suxingjun.

"Xing Shoulang, you don't need to worry about these guys, just concentrate on dealing with those ghosts."

Stepping on the body of the Datachi cut across the sky, Jiuying backhand stabbed a spider-like marching soldier's body beside him, and the white light reflected by the dagger flashed away in the darkness.

"Little Nine?"

Looking at her in surprise, Purgatory Xingshoulang watched Jiuying kill the two enemies neatly, but didn't react for a while.

"Fool."

Sighing, Jiuying took advantage of the moment of hesitation of the retrograde army and turned slightly sideways, looking at Purgatory Xingshourou, with a slightly mad smile on his face.

"Didn't you always say that the two of us are partners before? Then, at least you have to have some confidence in me."

The corners of her lips rose, Jiuying clenched her body tightly, and placed it horizontally in front of her body. She turned her head and stared at the time-traveling army who was about to move, and continued: "Leave your back to me, don't be distracted."

Purgatory Xingshourou blinked, then smiled slowly, and slowly clenched the Rilun Saber in his hand.

Leave the back to her?

It should be so!

Bright flames entangled the blade of the Sun Wheel Knife, illuminating the pupils of Purgatory Kyojurou.

"Okay, then, let's go together, partner!"