I live longer than the incomparable

The clouds gradually covered the bright moonlight, covering it with a layer of hazy darkness, and at the same time, the brilliance hanging down from the full moon was gradually blurred and dimmed.

Ubuyashiki Yoya and Yabaichuni sat quietly in the room, the tea in front of them was steaming.

There is not much time left for them to recall the past, and now is not the right time, but Yabaichuni looked at Yoya Yashiki who was sitting opposite her, and the picture from a long time ago uncontrollably appeared in her mind .

She had witnessed the death of another person with her own eyes, but that person did not die young like Yoya Miyashiki, but had reached an unavoidable end after his lifespan reached the limit of human beings.

No matter how different people are, they will actually reach the same destination in the end—death is the destination of any creature, and it is also the end of all destiny.

At that time, she also sat quietly opposite the other person, watching his death quietly and without saying a word.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni has always regretted it. If there is one thing that she still cannot forget, it is probably the only one——she failed to say goodbye to Seimei in person.

When she realized that she still had something to say to Seimei, Seimei who was sitting opposite her had already gone to another world.So what she failed to say could never be known to him again—no matter how many times she repeated it afterwards.

Yabaichuni didn't want to have any more regrets, so she said to Yashiki Yoya, "You are going to die."

Hearing this, Yoya Ubuyashiki laughed, this smile was not easy, but it did not contain any anger and dissatisfaction.Ubuyashiki people are always like this - no regrets, no fear.

Even if the eight hundred bhikkhuni reminded him: "Gimui Tsuji is still alive."

"Yeah," said Yoya Miyayashiki, "but he's going to die too, I believe those kids from the Demon Killing Squad..."

He suddenly paused again, as if hesitating but also solemnly: "I believe you too."

The Yabaichuni looked into his eyes, even though Yashiki Yoya had been blind for a long time and couldn't see anything.But the pair of pupils that fell into the sight of eight hundred bhikkhunis were still clear without any impurities.

It was very quiet all around, and there were only the two of them's voices in the room, but the eight hundred bhikkhuni suddenly felt that there were demons dancing wildly in the darkness outside, and everything was so hideous and terrifying.

"Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi already knows the location of the swordsmith's village." Eight hundred bhikuni settled down, and she said to him: "I told them that in the prophecy, I saw Yuanyi as the prototype in the swordsmith's village. The doll, which hides the Japanese sword left by Enichi."

Who is [Fate One] in her mouth, Yuya Ubuyashiki naturally knows, but at the same time, he also knows that among the ghosts that have not changed for more than a hundred years, the first of them is the one of [Fate One] Elder brother - Ji Guo Yan Sheng.

"Yan Sheng will not give up anything left by Yuanyi." Eight Hundred Bhikkuni said softly, "So he will also go to the swordsmith's village."

Such news is undoubtedly explosive for the ghost killing team. The swordsmiths who are only good at forging Japanese knives do not have the ability to fight ghosts, let alone the ghosts who are wounded.

Although the body did not show too strong movement changes, Yabaichuni noticed that Yuya Ubuyashiki's fingers on his thighs grasped the hem of his clothes suddenly.

—his breathing was disturbed too.

But Bhikkuni Babai felt that her field of vision had become much brighter. She turned her face to look into the distance, and the smudged clouds continued to expand.

"The sun is up," she said.

"It's still too late for the crow to notify Bazhu to gather."

——*——

【a few days ago】

Tokito Muichiro was almost dragged by Ganluji Mitsuri to soak in the hot springs. Fortunately, although there are few women among the swordsmiths, they still separated the hot springs - although Tokito Muichiro was there While taking a bath in the hot spring, I could hear Kanroji Mitsuri talking from the neighbor.

She is an overly warm-hearted girl, even if Tokito Muichiro didn't answer her with a few words, she could speak very cheerfully by herself.

Until Ganroji Mitsuri heard an echo of thanks in the gap between her words.

"Huh? Brother Muichiro, did you hear that?" Ganluji Mitsuri shouted to the neighbor: "It seems that someone is coming again! Let's go and see together later?"

Tokitomuichiro wanted to refuse, but before he could figure out how to speak, Kanroji Mitsuri had already put on her yukata and asked him at the door if he was ready.

Listening to Kanroji Mitsuri who failed to get a response, her voice was gradually tinged with worry, as if Wuichiro would come in to save him if he didn't come out again.

In order to prevent this from happening, Tokito Muichiro had no choice but to respond hastily, but instead of wearing the bathrobe prepared for him by the people in the village, he continued to wear his team uniform.

"Eh?" Kanroji Mitsuri's expression seemed a little pity: "I thought I could see brother Muichiro in a yukata..."

Shitou Muichiro was about to explain, but Kanroji Mitsuri held her face again and said, "But the team uniform is also very cute~"

Shitou Muichiro lowered his head a little awkwardly, realizing that he really still couldn't deal with this type of person.

He passively walked down the paved path with Ganluji Mitsuri, but saw a somewhat familiar person at the door of the room where the meal was being prepared.

Tokito Muichiro looked at Kanroji Mitsuri and ran towards her as excitedly as when he saw him, and shouted from a distance: "So it's brother Tanjiro! I didn't expect brother Tanjiro to come too! "

Kamado Tanjiro's eyes widened and he was so flustered that he didn't know where to look, but he still wanted to remind her: "Be careful! Ms. Ganroji, your clothes!"

Because she was wearing a yukata, as long as the range of movements of Kanroji Mitsuri was slightly larger, her plump figure would clearly show her presence.

Tanjiro almost wanted to help her put her clothes back together.

When Zamon Tanjiro was at a loss, Tokito Muichiro also came down, he stopped beside them, nodded and said hello: "Hello."

Tokito Muichiro suddenly remembered why he looked familiar—he was the boy who was escorted by the hidden people during the Chuga meeting in the obstetrician mansion, and took his younger sister who had turned into a ghost.

"I remember you." Tokito Muichiro said, "Komado Tanjiro who is carrying a ghost."

Hearing this, the boy who was older than Shitouichiro also showed a smile, straightened his back and said, "I remember you too, Kasumizu Tokitomuichiro."

"Ah!" Kanroji Mitsuri bluffed again when they greeted each other, and invited Tanjirou enthusiastically: "Since we all know each other, why don't we go have dinner together!"

Zamon Tanjiro thought about it seriously: "Although I really want to agree to you, the village chief told me just now that there is a place where you can soak in hot springs on the mountain, so I want to go there first."

"Ah! It's true that you should go to the hot springs first to feel more comfortable," Kanroji Mitsuri showed a suddenly enlightened expression, cupping her face and said, "Then I can wait for you while eating with brother Muichiro!"

Tokito Muichiro, who was authorized to delegate all decisions, stood aside and remained obediently silent.

In fact, Ganlusi Mili didn't need to deliberately wait for anything at all. Her food intake was dozens of times larger than that of ordinary people. When she was only three-thirds full after eating, the finished bowls were already stacked several times.

But Tokito Muichiro even put down his chopsticks.

When Tanjiro came back from the hot spring, Kanroji Mitsuri was only half full.

Kamado Tanjiro is also an overly honest child, he simply thinks that he eats too much kanroji miri, so he thinks that he should also eat more to help his recovery.

Tokito Muichiro waited quietly for them to finish eating, and finally found a chance to escape the scene with the excuse of going back to sleep.

——*——

【A few days later】

The black-haired and purple-clothed swordsman quietly appeared on the quiet forest path. When the bright moonlight fell, he was cut by the layers of branches and landed on his face. There were six ferocious beasts on his face exposed under the moonlight. Eye.

This kind of moonlight and the unprovoked forest made Hei Si Mou feel a little familiar, and he couldn't help but think of his time as a swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Squad—but now he has become the "enemy" side.

"Hey!"

At the moment when Heishi Mou was in a daze, a swordsmith who had returned late passed by, and he saw the swordsman with a black high ponytail standing under the moon from a distance, so he kindly wanted to remind him to go back to rest early.

"Are you a swordsman here to repair a sword?" The swordsmith walked towards him, and asked with some doubts after seeing his haori: "I don't think I've ever seen one wearing a purple haori..."

The swordsmith's words stopped abruptly.

The closer the distance, the more clearly it can be seen. Although the swordsman turned his back to him, the swordsmith suddenly saw the swordsman standing on the path, and his sun wheel sword seemed to be abnormal.

— On the handle of his knife, there are countless pairs of eyes densely packed.

If that was the case, the swordsmith would think that it was just a personal decoration, but...he saw the swordsman turning around slowly under the moonlight, revealing six eyes that were different from ordinary people.

At that moment, the swordsmith understood.What stood before him was not human.

——Only ghosts can give birth to this appearance.

But before the swordsmith opened his mouth to say anything, the tremor of the sword resounded in the night, piercing the quiet moonlight and tearing through the air.

Hei Si Mou still turned his back to the swordsmith, and he heard the sound of something falling to the ground.

The detached corpse fell on the moonlit path, with the wind blowing, the smell of blood gradually spread in the forest.

Hei Si Mou raised his face to look up at the white full moon, and said unconsciously: "Yuan Yi..."

Rather than destroying the village of swordsmiths, he is more inclined to another goal—Yuichi's Japanese sword.

From the mouth of the eight hundred bhikkhuni, Hei Si Mou already knew that Yuan Yi's sun wheel knife was hidden in the puppet made based on Yuan Yi's prototype, but he didn't know any more specific information.

Hei Si Mou looked back at the corpse on the ground, and then realized that he should first ask Fang Yuanyi where the puppet was.

Very faint regret rose from the bottom of his heart, but fortunately, it was not difficult to find another job, so he broke into a house at random, grabbed the knifesmith inside and asked, "Yuanyi's puppet...is there?" where?"

The drowsy knifesmith rubbed his eyes subconsciously, his mask was still placed beside his pillow, but the face that appeared in front of him now was more terrifying and hideous than any other face.

The next second when the swordsmith widened his eyes and wanted to shout, the sharp long knife crossed the swordsmith's neck, and the swordsmith's eyes fell on the knife involuntarily—the part on it, including the handle, was covered all over. Plenty of eyes.

"In the……"

The swordsmith completely lost the ability to think, and was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly. Seeing this, Heishi Mou frowned, and pressed his Sun Wheel Saber even tighter.

Thin drops of blood dripped down the blade, Heishimu's three pairs of eyes were still staring at him, at the critical moment of life and death, the swordsmith finally remembered what [Yuanyi's Doll] was.

It has existed for hundreds of years, and their ancestors made dolls according to the appearance of the most powerful swordsman at that time in order to reproduce his sword skills.

[Fate one zero type. 】

The swordsman back then was too powerful, so the ancestors made three pairs of arms for that doll to barely reproduce his sword skills, but because the skills of making dolls were gradually lost with the passage of time, so now In fact, the Yuanyi zero type has long been dilapidated.

The swordsmith tremblingly mentioned a place name, but Heiseimu didn't know where it was, and because he was too scared, the swordsmith couldn't tell the exact route——Heisemou's knife was pressed down, and the scarlet blood It splashed onto the mask next to the swordsmith's pillow.

Hei Si Mou did not give up because of this, he wanted to continue to repeat this method, but the moment he jumped into a certain house, a saber light hit his face.

The breath of Xia. The shape of wanton, advection cut.

The saber light was hidden in the thin mist, and with the saber light, there was also its owner—Xia Zhu, Shito Wuichiro.

"..."

Even with Heishimou's reaction speed, it took a lot of effort to avoid such a slash, and he didn't have too much defense, so that the opponent really cut his own feathers.

A small wound appeared on Heishimu's arm, but it healed in an instant and returned to normal.

Hei Si Mou settled down somewhat unexpectedly. He stood in the room and stared at the boy who was a few meters away in the same room.

That boy looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, and his face was still immature, but his strength was enough to make Hei Si Mou look at him—this kind of talent is not something ordinary people can possess.

But in just a short while, Hei Si Mou smelled an extremely familiar aura from the young man, which even made him somewhat nostalgic.

The fourth form of Xiazhi's Breath is famous for its speed, the fastest strike among all moves, but the opponent seems to have easily dodged this slash.

Muichiro Tokito suddenly tensed his heartstrings. When he felt the coercion pouring out from the other party, he almost couldn't hold the Japanese sword that he got back from the swordsmith during the day.

His brother's words when he laughed at him reappeared in his mind - when they first came to the Demon Killing Squad, Ichiro and Muichiro passed the final selection, and when they got their own Japanese sword for the first time, Ichiro He laughed at him again: "Wuichiro can't even hold an axe, how can he hold a Japanese knife?"

The face of his brother appeared in his mind, Tokito Muichiro gritted his teeth and held his own Japanese sword tightly.

【no! 】

Muichiro told himself in his heart.

[I can hold it steady! 】

Now he is Xiazhu, a man who can hold up half the sky and stand upright!

At this moment, Shitou Muichiro heard the ghost in front of him ask him: "What is your name?"

After realizing where this familiar smell came from, Heiseimou's first thought was to turn Tokito Muichiro into a ghost like him.

The current Hei Si Mou is infinitely close to the [Supreme Realm], and he can maintain the [Transparent World] in a short period of time. This is an ability that can see through all appearances and make everything in sight transparent.

But there is a person who has possessed such an ability since he was born, and everything he sees in his sight is the closest to the original appearance.

In his eyes, everyone is just something made up of muscles and bones, almost indistinguishable from any non-living thing.

Hearing Heishimou's question, Shitou Wuichiro's heartstrings tightened, he narrowed his pupils, and subconsciously replied: "Shitou... Wuichiro."

This is the descendant of Heishi Mou, who was Yan Sheng of Jiguo, in Jiguo, and is the continuation of his bloodline—even though the name [Jiguo] has disappeared now.

"So that's how it is." Hei Si Mou said to him, "My name... when I was a human being... was Ji Guo Yan Sheng, and you... are the continuation of my...blood in Ji Guo."

Shi Tou Wuichiro suddenly opened his eyes wide, and heard the other party say to him: "That is to say... you... are my descendants."

【wrong! 】

Shi Tou Wuichiro refuted him in his heart, he absolutely does not admit that he is a descendant of [Ghost]. From Mrs. Tianyin's mouth, Shi Tou Wuichiro and Shitou Yilang have always heard——

[You have the blood of the original breathing swordsman. 】

Although my elder brother always mocked him, saying that Muichiro is an incompetent Muichiro, the rest of the Demon Slayer Squad, even the rest of [Pillar], everyone would say: "You are born ghost hunter swordsmen."

This conclusion comes from the fact that their brother was promoted to 【Xiazhu】 after holding the sword for only a few months.

"No!" Shitou Muichiro snapped, "It's not like this!"

The breath of Xia. The second type, Yae Xia!

Before the words fell, Tokito Muichiro swung another blow. The young swordsman with an immature face showed unprecedented caution and determination on his face.

In any case, he will not join forces with [ghosts].Even if the opponent took over his sword skills with ease, he praised him inexplicably: "At your age...to be able to do...to this level is already...remarkable."

Shitou Wuichiro didn't want to get any compliments from the other party at all, not to mention, he was not sure whether the other party's compliments were true or not.

The breath of Xia. The shape of Wu, the sea of ​​clouds.

Thin mist came from all directions, and the continuous slashes passed through the mist, directly reaching Heishimu's body.

But Heishimou didn't move at all, he didn't even move until Tokitomu Ichiro's body was close at hand.

--too fast.

Xia Zhu, who is famous for her speed, experienced for the first time what overwhelming power is.Before he could even see clearly how the opponent drew the knife, his body flew out in the opposite direction, and landed heavily on the wooden wall.

The wall, unable to withstand such a heavy blow, collapsed, and the movement caused by it was enough to attract the attention of others, but——only the nearby knifesmiths heard the sound and came out to check.

Shitou Muichiro crawled out from the ruins and loudly told those swordsmiths to flee.He already knew the terrifying power of the Winding Ghost with just a few moves.

It is absolutely impossible to defeat the opponent just by Toki no Ichiro.

The swordsmiths who heard the words "Shangxianzhigui" didn't care about other things at all, and fled to places far away from them. They couldn't have the slightest effect on the battle, and staying here would only cause trouble for Xiazhu. Make it distracted in order to protect them.

All they could do was to flee to a safe place, and then let the crows send the news to the Sanyashiki mansion as soon as possible.

Shi Tou Wuichiro heard the sound of everyone fleeing, he maintained a defensive posture, and when he found that Hei Si Mou had no intention of chasing anyone, he suddenly felt a little thankful for the arrogance of this one of the top strings.

Yes, arrogance.

From the moment they first met, Shitou Wuichiro had already noticed that Heishi Mou didn't pay attention to the swordsmith or him.

Standing in front of Shitou Muichiro and watching him use those sword skills is entirely out of interest and his own ideas.

Because Hei Si Mou quickly said, "Become a ghost."

The ghost of Shangxian with [Shangxian] and [一] engraved in the eyes in the middle extended an invitation to him: "Become...the strength of that lord...I can...go and report the situation to sire...."

Although at the beginning, Hei Si Mou told Lord Wu Mi that he would kill his offspring with his own hands, but if he can make the other party become a ghost, Hei Si Mou is sure that in time, Wu Yilang will definitely become an excellent Winding Ghost.

This is the talent that belongs to the blood of the country.

Although the breath used today is the breath of Xia, and even the name [Jiguo] has been forgotten, but the talent that is far beyond ordinary people inherited from the blood is still spreading in the body.

Shitou Wuichiro's throat was filled with the sweetness of blood, but he did not respond to Heishimou's invitation, but raised the Sun Wheel Saber at him again.

"Don't want to...?"

Heishi Mou seemed to be muttering to himself, after Tokito Muichiro raised the Hikari Saber, he also returned his own blade.

【gross. 】

After widening his field of vision, Tokitomuichiro saw his Japanese sword more clearly. It was supposed to be a sword forged from the material closest to the sun and used to kill evil spirits, but it was stained by him and turned into such an ugly sword. thing.

Shitou Wuichiro gritted his teeth—the breath of Xia. The shape of Lu, the disappearance of Xia Xia!

The large-scale slashing strikes headed towards Heishimu's body under the mist, but Heishimu, who was one of the top players, still looked calm, so calm that he didn't pay attention to his attack at all.

The breath of the moon. The shape of one, the dark moon. The palace of the night.

At the moment when this slash and draw knife was used, Tokito Wuichiro suddenly realized that until just now, the opponent was only fighting him with ordinary attack methods.

Even if he becomes a ghost, he can still use the breath method, and it is [Moon Breath] that he has never seen before...

The moment he was hit by such a slash, Tokito Muichiro had no time to dodge at all.Even when he realized that the other party had used the breathing method and form, the slash had already landed on him.

Crushing power.There is no room for resistance at all.

Everything happens in an instant, not even an instant.

The Winding Ghost was still standing there, and his Sun Wheel Saber was still in its sheath, as if it had never been fucked before.

But the damage that fell on Shitou Muichiro's body was real, and it couldn't be faked at all—it was just one move, and the opponent directly cut off Shitou Muichiro's arm with just one move.

Severe pain invaded the whole body from the broken arm, Tokito Muichiro used to be a child who would cry in front of his elder brother even if he fell, but at this moment he didn't shed a single tear.

Even though the sweat on his forehead had soaked his hair.

"You...you should be...about 14 years old now," Heishai Mou stood under the moonlight, his tone still calm and unwavering: "You can possess...such superb sword skills at a young age... It's been amazing."

Hei Si Mou's praise for him was not fake, and his appreciation for him was also from the bottom of his heart.

But what is more real is the idea of ​​turning him into a ghost: "So...surrender to that lord...you will gain...more powerful power."

Shi Tou Wuichiro didn't want to hear such words, he just wanted to defeat Hei Si Mou.

But... such an idea cannot become a reality.

Tokito Muichiro felt a deep sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart. He longed from the bottom of his heart to be faster and stronger. He tried to repeat his sword skills, but after losing an arm, Many of his movements are not even as smooth as they were in the beginning.

[Muichiro's nothing is incompetent nothing. 】

That voice sounded from the bottom of Shitou Muichiro's heart again, making him want to cry suddenly.

But Toki Tomuichiro can't cry, at least not now, not... in front of [ghosts].

But he really can't do it.

Shi Tou Wuichiro was unable to defeat Hei Simou, he was not an opponent of Hei Simou at all, and he could even continue to stand in front of the opponent alive because the opponent did not want to kill him.

A deep sense of powerlessness rises from the bottom of my heart, eroding Tokito Muichiro's thoughts, what my brother said is right, Muichiro is a useless coward...

"Muichiro!!!"

There was a voice shouting his name from some direction, Tokito Muichiro seemed to wake up suddenly, he raised his face, someone hugged him, holding him away from the winding one .

The familiar face identical to his own was exposed/exposed in front of Tokito Muichiro's eyes, he raised his eyes blankly, and saw the angry face of the other party.

"Is Wuichiro an idiot!" Shitou Ichiro put him on the ground, but his body stood in front of him, protecting his injured brother behind him in a protective gesture.

He whispered to Shitou Muichiro: "It's really useless to make yourself like this!"

When he heard this, Muichiro was suddenly very wronged, but he couldn't refute his brother's words. Muichiro really failed to protect himself, and he couldn't stop the winding ghost.

But after such a low voice, Tokito Ichiro's eyes fell on the ghost of the upper string in front of him, his face was extremely gloomy, and the words he spit out were also full of hatred: "You actually hurt Muichiro like this..."

Shi Tou Yilang gritted his teeth and said, "I must kill you with my own hands!"

Compared with the weaker brother, Tokito Ichiro, as the elder brother, is obviously more courageous and courageous, which can be seen from the way they speak.

In fact, when he saw this young man who suddenly broke into the battle field, Heishi Mou actually froze for a moment.

He knew that his blood was now in the swordsmith's village, which was told by His Excellency Eight Hundred Bikuni himself, but...she never said that his descendants were actually twins!

Seeing such a scene, it is difficult for Heishi Mou not to think of his twin brother - Ji Guo Yuan Yi.

In the samurai family at that time, twins were an ominous symbol. He did not expect that many years later, as an enemy, he would see the offspring with his own blood again, but he was still a twin.

Looking at his elder brother with hatred in his eyes, and the younger brother who was protected by him...

This kind of brotherhood suddenly caused Heishi Mou to fall into some indescribable thoughts.

Those memories related to Yuanyi, accompanied by the appearance of Wuichiro's elder brother, frantically popped up in Heishimu's mind, making it difficult for him to shake them off.

"You...what's your name again?"

After finally calming himself down, the Black Death Mubadao blocked Toichiro's attacking sword skill.

His inquiry made Shitou Ichiro even more angry, feeling that the other party's behavior of talking while fighting was simply not paying attention to him.

Although in fact, Hei Si Mou's reaction was indeed similar.

But Shi Tou Ichiro is not the obedient character of Muichiro, he answered obediently when the other party asked, he slashed fiercely, and growled: "I will tell you when you go to hell!"

The sword skills of Moon Breath and Kasumi Breath staggered in the night, and the splashed sawdust and dust flew in the air. After a short rest, Tokito Muichiro temporarily wrapped up the broken arm with his coat, and then He joined the battle with his brother.

"What are you doing! Muichiro!"

But obviously, Tokito Ichiro did not approve of his approach. In his opinion, for Tokito Muichiro, the most important thing he should do at this time is to go to a safe place and take care of his wound first... …

"elder brother!"

Hearing his shout, Tokito Ichiro suddenly froze.

It was the first time that Tokito Muichiro spoke so loudly in front of him, and it was also the first time that he looked at him with such firm and decisive eyes.

In his memory, the younger brother who was timid and needed to be protected had actually grown into an excellent swordsman at some point.

Shitou Ichiro suddenly realized that although he suffered such a serious injury, Shitou Muichiro didn't intend to cry at all.

He has become a Demon Slayer Squad swordsman who is enough to make his brother proud.

Even without any words, the eyes between the brothers are enough to make them understand each other's intentions in an instant, which also led to the fact that after Tokito Wuichiro joined the battle again, they had a faint feeling when they faced the winding ghost. A bit of a meaning that can compete with it.

But Hei Si Mou, who discovered this change, couldn't calm down.

He didn't know why, but when he saw the two brothers fighting side by side, guarding each other's back, a very strange thought suddenly popped up in his heart.

Want to destroy something...

What do you want to destroy...

He wanted to, kill one of them.

This kind of thought came out of the blue and was extremely weird, as if there was no reason. The original idea of ​​wanting Tokitomu Ichiro to become a ghost, the new winding ghost, suddenly became stronger.

He wanted to kill Shi Touichiro, even if he didn't know the name of the other party at this time.

Around them, the deep knife marks left overly obvious marks on the ground.Shitou Muichiro and Shitou Ichiro, there is no distance between the two brothers.

Hei Si Mou felt that such a scene was very dazzling, so dazzling that he could hardly calm down.

He wielded his sword and used the sword skills he had mastered. After hundreds of years of tempering, just as the eight hundred monks said, no matter how ordinary things are, they are enough to make them extraordinary.

What's more... Heixin Mou is not an ordinary person, he was also a "swordsmanship genius" who was praised by the masters who taught swordsmanship.

Until Ji Guoyuan showed his ability.

Hei Si Mou exerted all his strength to unleash the Lu Zhi's shape of Moon's Breath, Long Night Lonely Moon. Inexhaustible.

The moment this sword skill was activated, the rapid consecutive slashes staggered at the same place fell between Ichiro Ichiro and Muichiro Tokito, forcing the brothers to temporarily separate in order to block his sword skill.

Hei Simou inserted between them, so that when the two brothers distanced themselves from Hei Simou, the two had to separate.

"You..." Hei Si Mou suddenly said, "Who is better?"

The question he asked made Shitou Muichiro stunned in place, and subconsciously answered from the bottom of his heart—it was Ichiro.

In his opinion, his older brother Ichiro is far superior to himself.

Shitou Muichiro's inferiority complex is deeply rooted in his heart, and his yearning and nostalgia for his elder brother Ichiro has led to the development of his current character - even though he is already [Kasumi] and is with him Brother Ichiro holds the position of [Kasumi] together, but...

In Shitou Muichiro's mind, he is not comparable to his brother at all.

But at this moment, Toichiro Ichiro, who thought he would not answer Hei Si Mou's question, suddenly said loudly: "We brothers are equally excellent!"

Shi Tou Wuichiro looked at his brother, and heard him continue to say: "We are all recognized by everyone in the Demon Slaying Team [Xia Zhu], and we have also killed the ghost of the lower string alone, so we have the qualifications to become Zhu. A [pillar] that can support others. So we are all equally good!"

It was clear that Tokito Muichiro didn't cry when the ghost cut off his arm, but when he heard what his brother said, he suddenly had the urge to cry.

Shitou Muichiro held back, now it's not...

"And, in my eyes, Tokito Muichiro, he will always be my best younger brother!" Tokitou Ichiro's gaze passed Heishimu's shoulder, and Tokito Muichiro raised his face. Their eyes met, and what flowed in their eyes was the communication that only belonged to their brothers.

Ichiro said: "Muichiro will always be my pride!"