Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

"Winding the...three?"

"Is this the strength of the pillar and the string?"

The seriously injured young He Zhuo muttered as he looked at the afterimages that came and went on the battlefield.

This was supposed to be a battle he couldn't get involved in, but...

The deep knife marks cut on the chest of the red fighting spirit ghost had returned to normal, and he laughed at the unrelenting Yanzhu: "Give up, Xing Shoulang! Everything you do is in vain. Humans can't defeat ghosts after all!"

The young man whose left eye was destroyed, his ribs were shattered, and his internal organs were damaged did not waver at all. He slowly raised his hand again:

"I will do my duty! No one here will die!"

"The loss of one side's vision will have too much impact on Mr. Purgatory!" The situation began to turn bad. The Hezhuo boy named Tanjiro tremblingly grasped his knife and tried to influence the battlefield, but the heavy knife rest slipped from his weak palm.

"What to do, Mr. Purgatory's injuries are getting more and more..."

The despair of being weak and powerless reappeared again and again.

The boy Tanjiro gritted his teeth tightly and stared at the battlefield.

"Forest..." The boar-hooded boy, who was also paying attention to the battle, suddenly lost his expression, his hair puffed up, and raised his head vigilantly, looking at the empty sky, "Something is coming."

There was no time for the two people around to express their doubts. In the next second, there was an east wind on the flat ground, and a long dragon chant came from a distance.

There was a dragon galloping towards the burning sky. A moment ago, the huge shadow had firmly blocked the moonlight which was not bright at all.

In the air, the broad leaves that should have sprouted in spring fell freely, and the dragon's figure was gradually disappearing from the tail along with the scattering of green leaves.

Those are the dragon scales, and the dragon scales are peeling off.

And the dragon, the angry dragon head, is falling towards the edge of the battlefield.

Due to the strong wind pressure, one person and one ghost who were charging their ultimate move decisively separated a second before the object fell from the sky.

"boom--"

In the surging smoke and dust, there was a petite figure that rushed towards the ghost even faster than Yan Zhu who was already bracing himself.

"The forest, the dragon, and the girl?" The boy whose hearing was different from ordinary people couldn't get his head around, "No, that's not a living person, I can't hear her heartbeat, is it a new ghost, Tanjiro? Tanji... ..."

His voice stopped abruptly, because he saw the same person beside him showing a half-believing, sad, and fragile expression as if he had seen something unbelievable.

***

"clang--"

The sound of gold and stone handover sounded.

After crossing half of the neon and expending a lot of chakra, I finally managed to catch up with the battle situation before I had time to wipe off the frost on my face, so I rushed to the killing spirit in the field and slashed twice to show my respect , As a result, the huge shock force made me almost let go of the naginata.

"Oh?" The red ghost on the opposite side was motionless, and rushed out with a punch.

"My lord, your current strength and speed are not enough, you are no match for him, go back!" Yan Rong shouted anxiously.

I turned a deaf ear, and instead of retreating, I went straight to meet him. At the moment when the palms of both hands pierced through the left chest, my naginata once again slashed down diagonally from above.

ha!My biggest advantage now is that I am not afraid of death!

The person on the other side was surprised by my suicide style, restrained his casual expression, and retracted the palm that passed through the chest at a faster speed.

"Stab—" the sound of a sharp instrument tearing the skin.

'Yan Rong,' I was staggered two steps forward by the inertial belt, and I could barely stand still with a naginata, and explained to my partner who was puzzled but still gave me the highest cooperation, 'These two trials are necessary. '

'I'm using a body that's time-stopped, unable to grow, dead. '

'This is my disadvantage, but also my advantage. '

'Look,' as I explained, the vacant left chest without a drop of blood flowed out, under the repair of the white mist, a new muscle layer, skin, and finally completely closed, 'I am not afraid of any injury, and I have no Fear of death. '

So why should I dodge when I'm sure I can see through his attacks?

'This time, it is not for killing ghosts, but for protection. '

In the middle of the inexplicably silent battlefield, there is a young "person".

No heartbeat, no breathing.

It should be between the age of a girl and a girl. Her face, hands, and body are covered with green vines and shoots, forming a strange totem. Her appearance cannot be seen clearly, and her smell is mixed, full of forest and steel. the taste of.

Humanoid, not human.Like a ghost, but not a ghost.

Holding a large naginata that was more than twice as tall as hers, she stood in front of the seriously injured Yan Zhu.

Yiwozuo's killing moves towards the rear couldn't surpass her by a single bit, all the deadly and maiming moves were all actively greeted by her, blocking them firmly.

And Yan Zhu, who had no worries, poured all his anger on the knife.

The battle situation has reversed.

"...Girl, you can see through my attack," Yiwozuo, who had never been able to face a girl so solemnly that he used his proud stunt, but still couldn't get around her at all, finally asked. Conjecture in my heart, "Who are you?"

"It's just an unknown person who died on a certain winter day." I mobilized the little mist left to repair the damage on my body caused by "destroyed killing, final style, green and silver chaotic light", creating a scene with ease.

A pair of equally trembling hands were attached to my trembling back, silently supporting me.

It was Yanzhu who was about to reach his limit, Purgatory Xingjurou.

In this battle, I need to try my best to drag Yiwozuo until dawn, and I have to keep the people in the rear from going all out if they can't think about it. To be honest, protecting is much more difficult than attacking.

"Are you fooling me?" The angry Yiwozuo didn't care about the battlefield any more, "Being able to see through the attack is clearly..."

"Permeable to the world, right?" I quietly shifted my center of gravity back, put one hand behind my back, and lost the life force that had been condensed in the whole brain, even if there was no one in the alien body transfer, but in order to be able to do so in the last moment It is worthwhile to click more to increase the chips.

I tried my best to keep my voice steady, and said in a calm and disapproving tone, "It's the realm of being able to see through the world and clearly see all the ways of attack, right?"

"But so what?" I said word by word, murderously, "I don't have any muscles that can let me grow, and I don't have any bones that can grow and become stronger."

"Mr. Yiwozuo," I asked sincerely with my immature voice, "You seem to firmly believe that becoming an immortal ghost has a better way out of martial arts than a person who will grow up and grow old."

"I'm confused."

"What is it like when the cherry blossoms are blooming in spring? How lively are the firework festivals in summer? In autumn, it is said that there is a place full of red leaves blooming. Where is it?"

In the distance, came the boy's uncontrollable sobs.

Sure enough, I wrapped up like this, did I still get recognized?

...Sorry, I will definitely apologize to you later.

Now, let me do the last step first, to shake the belief of the ghost in front of me, it is only the last step.

"But I died in the snowy winter."

Yiwozuo, the fighting ghost with a strong obsession to become stronger, silently faced it.

She can't see it anymore.

This gifted child, who has a "permeable world" that can't be encountered at a young age, may give her a few more years, and she can grow to an inestimable level.

People who have a "transparent world" have not waited until they can see the world transparently.

She died in winter.

"What do you think, what I look like—" I condensed the last trace of mist on my toes, and turned around lightly and lightly.

"Is it powerful?"

Yiwozuo's breath was messed up.

The fighting spirit of the people behind reached its peak at this moment.

"Breath of Flame·Profound Truth! The Shape of Nine—Purgatory!" The person wrapped in scorching flames jumped over from my side, and the blade, which was also burning with flames, slashed at Yiwozuo's neck.

"clang!"

This time it was the crisp sound of gold and stone clashing.

In the eyes of everyone expecting, the head of the third winding fell.

However, the dropped heads and headless bodies did not dissipate.

"Ahhh!!!" A crazy, chaotic voice came from the head in mid-air.

In the far east, a fish-belly white appeared, and the dawn was gradually spreading.

Purgatory Xingjurou, who was attacking with all his strength, was exhausted, and the three teenagers not far away quickly jumped up, and three Japanese knives stabbed at the headless body who was trying to escape.

The already chaotic winding three kept repeating "to become stronger", "wrong", "who are you" and "too weak" in his mouth, ignoring the wound of the sun wheel knife, hugged by the headless body, and quickly Into the shadowy forest.

At this time, everyone present has no power to pursue.

However, all survived.

One of my bony hands pinned Yan Rong to the ground, and the other hand, which was not much better, was stripped of flesh and blood, and quickly grabbed the pillar of flames that fell forward from exhaustion.

It is really admirable to be able to survive until now with a human body.

Its daybreak.

So far, the third of the strings has been defeated.

The sun began to gradually fall on my cold face, and the frost on the brows finally melted away, sliding down my cheeks like tears.

Under the astonished eyes of a pillar of the Ghost Killing Team and three members of the Ghost Killing Team, I was completely, completely bathed in the sun.

Although I put piles of lies and misunderstandings on Yiwozuo, I am not a ghost.

Next, explain what needs to be explained, and…

I took a look at the outstanding young man who had been fixed here with burning eyes——Kaomen Tanjirou, who is also Hanako's older brother.

He didn't move, his eyes looked like he hadn't blinked for a long time, and he even took a breath.

He hesitated, caring, and never stepped forward.

"Hanako?" I felt sour in my heart, and softly called out to the person on the other side.

Only the voice I heard came from one side: "I am here, we are all here, sister, is the method you said feasible?"

Even if it is not feasible, it must be done.

But before that—

I feel the hot body temperature from the palm of my hand, which belongs to the owner of the breath of flames. My ears are necessary as a pillar, and I can breathe fully without interruption.

Everything is telling me:

This person is alive.

If you didn't refuse my support, at least that attitude shouldn't be hostile, right?

Can he agree to my request?

After struggling for a while, I still solemnly asked this person who was quietly waiting for me to speak: "This...Mr. Purgatory, I have a very sudden request..."

After patiently listening to my request, the swordsman, who was covered in blood almost all over his body, tilted his head in obvious confusion, but agreed without hesitation: "...Well, I'll just tell you Is it? No problem!"

At this time the sun has completely risen, and the daylight of the new day is nostalgic around this swordsman who fought fiercely for most of the night, blocking the powerful evil spirits and guarding everyone all by himself. To burn up.

He adjusted his position slowly until he was facing me exactly.

Then, he showed a toothy grin full of vigor, and in the signature Yan Zhu's voice, loudly:

"Don't worry, Purgatory Xingshourou, you survived well!"