The head pillar also wants to be removed today

"Oh!"

"Boom!"

The dull sound of fists and feet intersecting continued to resound, and the real person raised his hand to wipe the blood from the wound on the side of his cheek, and the madness in the smile on his mouth was undoubtedly evident.

"So are you."

The more he fought, the more excited he was, to the point where he didn't care about the wounds on his body.

On the other side, Tanjiro also clenched his teeth.Relying on the ghost's unreasonable self-healing ability, the blood almost dyed the surrounding grass red.

"If you only have this ability, you can't beat me."

'Do not worry. '

Tanjiro stared at the curse spirit in front of him, his dark red eyes clearly reflected the ferocious expression of the real person at the moment into his pupils.

'That guy is a little harder than before, but I can do it.

'clam down. '

He took a deep breath, obviously the ghost blood in his body roared like a flame, making him fight quickly, twisting off the limbs of the enemy in front of him, and smashing the skull of the curse spirit.

His brain seemed to be immersed in ice water, the initial impulse and anger faded, and calmness once again occupied his mind.

Daoist's inaction transformation was useless to him, so Mana Ling simply changed his strategy, no longer trying to change the shape of his soul, but instead focused on changing his own shape.

Moreover, Tanjiro suddenly changed his form at the moment when he was about to guard against his attack, so that Tanjiro was caught off guard and did not know how many times he was injured.

His clothes are now in tatters all over his body, and there are several terrifying holes on his abdomen, chest, and arms. Even though the wounds have long since healed, they are still shocking.

The curse spirit is too cunning, if it is not for the ghost's superb resilience, he would have died by the hands of the real person by now.

'Think about Master Rinaki's previous teachings! '

Tanjiro forced himself to calm down.

He certainly wouldn't die, but repairing his wounds wasn't free.The ghost's cells are desperately squeezing energy, and now his stomach is burning and convulsing like a fire.

The flames in his stomach climbed up along the blood vessels and nerves, rushing all the way to his brain, burning and obliterating his sanity.

He might not necessarily lose in such a head-on confrontation, but it is very likely that he will not be able to bear the torture of hunger and lose his mind at that time, turning into an irrational evil ghost who can only hurt people.

This is something Tanjiro would never allow to happen.

'Every time that guy changes his form, his mana will float. '

Every time there is a slight change in taste.

"focus!"

Tanjiro held the sword horizontally in front of him, and shouted as if to encourage himself.

Believe in yourself, you will be able to spot those subtle differences and find your chance to beat them!

"what are you doing?"

Masato tilted his head, not understanding why Tanjirou was yelling like that.

"In contrast, you are the one who needs to concentrate more."

After speaking, he attacked the evil spirit.

'coming! '

Tanjiro opened his eyes wide, staring at the fist of the magic spirit, and the Hinari sword in his hand was ready for the sword shape.

The next moment, his nose moved slightly, and a very faint smell suddenly floated into his nostrils.

Almost subconsciously, he flipped his wrist, turned the handle of the knife into a horizontal chop, and swung the knife down!

"What?" Daoist looked at his own hand that was cut in half and gushing blood in disbelief.

How could that guy predict his change? !

And also caught up with his speed in an instant, and made a quick change? !

"How is it possible!" Daoist gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, so red that he was about to bleed.

It's fine if you can be immune to inaction, how can you even crack this kind of move!

Does he have to carry this guy's restraint everywhere!

'It works! '

The sticky and cold blood of the magic spirit also splashed on Tanjirou's face.

After all, they are not real human beings. No matter how they look like humans, they are still a group of dirty and filthy things in essence.

Tanjiro's eyes lit up.

He didn't wipe the sticky blood that was still dripping down his face. Seeing that the curse spirit hadn't reacted, he immediately drew his knife and wanted to attack again.

"what!"

At this moment, the account behind him was instantly cracked.

Tanjiro paused, and Masato took the opportunity to kick the evil spirit in the stomach, kicking Tanjiro back again and again with such force.

"During the battle, don't look around."

The real person paused for a few seconds.

The account has been cracked. According to their previous agreement, he should leave quickly at this moment.

but--

Masato licked his lips, then turned his head and continued to entangle with Tanjirou.

That moment just now might have been just a coincidence.

He didn't believe that guy could predict clearly!

But the situation that followed was almost one-sided.

All the moves and changes of the real person can always be seen through at the first time. The scorching and gorgeous flames slashed through the air along with the blade, almost sealing off all his escape routes.

The evil ghost seemed to have mastered the trick at that moment, his eyes were like fire, and he swung the sun wheel knife in his hand, driving the curse spirit into a desperate situation step by step.

"Tch." The real person wiped the blood splattered on his face - most of it was his own.

The curse spirit looked at the evil ghost in front of him with a vicious gaze, and the curse power on his body was violently churning like boiling water.

"Don't try to escape!" Tanjiro paused, and immediately realized what the curse spirit was trying to do.

"Do you think I will be deceived a second time with the same trick!"

Just like that guy Wu Mi, as long as there is even a little bit of existence, he can still live.

Then, he only needs to wipe out this curse spirit until it is reduced to dust, completely cutting off the possibility of his rebirth!

Gorgeous flames splashed in the air, and the evil ghost firmly locked on to the breath of all the naturally separated curse spirits. The sword in his hand kept turning, bit by bit, all the clones of the curse spirit were crushed into ashes.

"and many more,"

"no no!"

In a trance, he seemed to hear the mournful wail of the wraith spirit, smelled the terrified and regretful smell of the curse spirit, and there seemed to be a faint voice of the real person begging for mercy in a hurry.

- It's ridiculous.

Without hesitation, Tanjiro wiped away the last bit of meat remaining on the scene with a single knife.

"Your pain now is less than one ten-thousandth of that of those you have been transformed."

The evil ghost's voice was cold and stern, and he was unmoved in the slightest.

His eyes were as red as blood, like the Rakshasa of justice in hell, coldly punishing the villains.

"In hell, repent and atone for those innocent humans who died tragically at your hands!"

****

"Where did Tanjiro go?"

In the blink of an eye, the strongest conjurer, who had returned to his original inconspicuous appearance, complained while holding on to the blindfold.

He has already cut the curse spirit for a round, why hasn't he found Tanjirou yet.

The remaining students also worked very hard, not only cooperating with all their strength to hold back the super magic spirit, but also greatly improved their strength.

"Ah, I found it."

As soon as the strongest voice fell, the unique aura of evil spirits suddenly appeared on the edge of the exchange field, and slowly approached him.

"Teacher Wutiao!"

Tanjirou obviously saw Gojo Satoru from a long distance, and waved at him.

"Tanjiro...you are!"

Wutiao Wu paused for a while, as if he hadn't found anything, and his tone was normal.

"How did you get your clothes in such a mess?"

Gojo Satoru pointed to Tanjirou's school uniform which was completely unreadable.

"Although school uniforms are not valuables, they should be cherished."

"Yes!" Tanjirou replied loudly.

"I will definitely not ruin my clothes next time!"

"I'm not this...forget it."

Gojo Satoru looked at Tanjirou who was staring at him with a puzzled expression, and couldn't help but touch his forehead.

He didn't mean that at all!

"Pfft." Under the slightly helpless eyes of the conjurer, Tanjiro suddenly chuckled.

"I know." The evil spirit had a gentle expression and soft eyes.

How could he fail to notice the meaning of concern in Wujo Wu's words?

"Ah! That's right!"

Tanjiro suddenly opened his eyes wide, and he finally remembered something that was almost forgotten by him.

"It's over, it's over!" He hurriedly tried to bypass Gojo Satoru and run to the center of the field, but he kept muttering in the innermost part.

"If you leave Senpai Gozuki alone there—"

The white-haired conjurer just tilted his head, silently looking at the eager young man.

Then, when he passed by him, he casually reached out and grabbed Tanjirou by the collar.

"With such a big thing happening, it's obvious that this group battle can't go on."

He sighed, "But it doesn't matter anymore, the matter has been resolved."

"Everyone is safe and sound."

"After all, I'm the strongest." The white-haired conjurer leaned over, rubbed his fingers against the side of Tanjirou's face, and wiped off someone's dried blood on his face.

"So, what happened to Tanjirou?"

"Looks like he's happy."

"Ok!"

Tanjiro nodded, "Sensei, do you still remember the curse spirit I told you about last time?"

"This time, I met him again."

"Then Tanjirou will exorcise him."

"Eh? How did the teacher know!" The evil ghost Yin Hong's pupils slightly widened, and his expression was a little surprised.

"Because I believe in Tanjiro." The strongest conjurer shook his head.

"In this case, that guy should no longer be able to harm other innocent humans." The evil ghost laughed.

Gojo Satoru blinked.

Obviously Tanjiro smiled at him with the sun behind his back, but in the green pupils of the six eyes, they were brighter and more dazzling than the sun behind him, and warmer than the sunlight.

"Tanjiro, did you make a foul?"

"Huh?" The evil spirit looked at the conjurer suspiciously.

However, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to have any intention of explaining.

"But having said that, isn't Tanjirou tired now?"

He couldn't help itching again and wanted to flick the boy's forehead.

However, in the end, it was changed to lightly touch the eyebrows of the evil spirit with the fingertips.

"Get a good night's sleep."

Qiang Qiang said, the deep voice seemed to have the magic power of sleeping, and the drowsiness suppressed by the evil spirit suddenly spread up.

"But the game..."

"It's okay, it's okay."

Gojo Satoru took two steps forward and caught the boy who was already staggering.

"Someone will take care of the rest."

"I promise, Tanjiro will have time to participate in the second match."

So, rest well.