The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

After less than a second of stalemate, the boy was sent flying by the huge force of the monster. Even if he tried his best to adjust his center of gravity in mid-air, it was of no avail, and he hit the wooden partition directly.The back of his head bounced upward due to the impact, and the back of his neck and spine made a chained blunt sound.

"Aoxiang Youkang", who was specially promoted to Zhu, is not as powerful as a first-class swordsman in a head-to-head confrontation, and it is simply another form of existence to die when confronted with Oni Wu Tsuji.

The young boy who collapsed limply on the ground had a messy head and mixed snowflakes in front of his eyes. He devoted all his mind to the same thing: he was not thinking about Onimai Tsuji, but thinking about something else, something he hadn't been able to do for a long time. Notice the clues that were just discovered today.

"Master Yinzhu!"

Some team members shouted anxiously, but they dared not approach under the huge deterrence.

"'column'……?"

Onimai Tsuji had already figured out the composition of the Demon Slayer Squad, and knew the class and identity of 'Pillar', only now he was surprised and disgusted.

Blood flowed from the nose of the little ghost who couldn't even catch his blow. It was obviously caused by internal bleeding caused by the rupture of internal organs. His hands subconsciously covered the back of his head, probably because he was severely impacted during the impact, and he looked like he was seriously injured.

"You let such a useless brat be a pillar."

Then he thought that the crescent moon ghost was strangled by the "pillar" represented by this little ghost, and the mouth that was about to grin was wiped flat again.

...a bunch of trash!

Ubuyashiki didn't listen to him, and squatted straight on the inside of the curled up Aoto's abdomen, hurriedly stroking the injury on the back of the latter's head.

"Youkang, how are you? Are you still awake?!" He blurted out before waking up: Qing Xiang couldn't hear at all, let alone the semi-shock state of being hit in the back of the head.

Sure enough, there was no response from his subordinates.

"One."

Onimai Tsuji simply counted and shook the remaining sawdust on the meat ball.

"The ghost killing team has a total of nine pillars. Although it is a bit troublesome, let's come one by one. I will kill the ghost killing team tonight and drive you all to extinction."

"Is it a little too arrogant?"

The flames that soared into the sky ignited from behind Onimai Tsuji, like a prairie fire, quickly spread to the surrounding wooden buildings, and the raging flames made the air in the hall thin for a while.

Even though the flames were burning all over the sky, Oni Wu Tsuji still forcibly tore away the flames wrapped around his sleeves, and turned back to look with a sullen face.

The yellow-orange-haired man standing at the main entrance didn't have the slightest smile on his face, the orange-yellow blade was straight in front of him, and the sight cast from under the gushing magma flowed with hot anger.

"Demon Slayer Team Yanzhu, Purgatory Xingjurou, should have the most basic respect for their opponents... Now it seems that it is unnecessary, not every opponent is worthy of respect."

The blazing flames around him, together with the man, erupted with the most intense heat under the irrepressible anger.

It was indeed enough to make Onimai Tsuji terrified, and he vaguely recalled the blazing heat of the Breath of the Sun.

But he stayed safely in the center surrounded by the flames, appraised the man for a moment, and suddenly laughed openly:

"With your pitiful injury? Your lungs are suffering, right? The burning dust caused by your breathing method is inhaled into the alveoli, how do you feel?"

The attack was menacing, but in the end, it was basically holding on, and it was already the last candle that was lit for being able to move.

The answer was a blade wrapped in flames.One blow after another, it's hard to imagine that this was an attack from such a serious injury. It was swift and fierce. Under the momentum of thunder, the flames burst into high temperature and burned the flesh and blood. There were bursts of roasting sounds like roasting meat, and the skin of the meatball monster was burnt red. Brown, falling off layer by layer, shrinking in volume.

However, Onimai Tsuji, who was suddenly in a disadvantageous situation, had a smile on his lips. The man in a suit carried out elegance and decency.

Penetrating through the gap of the thunderstorm-like offensive, the meat ball grabbed the neck of the person in front of him, and the teeth-stinging 'creaking' sound was muffled.

The bright yellow blade pierced into the unprotected left shoulder of Oni Wu Tsuji, and with a long shake, the blade protruded from under the butterfly bone without touching any flesh and blood.It was obviously pierced by a scorching blade whose temperature was high enough to distort the air, but Onimai Tsuji's left shoulder did not show any abnormalities.

"The second one."

Onimai Tsuji pulled out the sun blade that pierced through his shoulder with one hand and threw it away, and pinched the ghost hunter's neck with his right hand, causing the man whose eyes were red due to lack of oxygen to be suspended in mid-air.

"Ubuyashiki!"

He can't wait to show off to his 'nemesis' behind him, excited and malicious, showing off and belittling.

"Look, this is your pillar, vulnerable and weak!"

"It's the opposite!"

The green and black plaid feathers were lost somewhere, and only the boy in the uniform of the Ghost Slayer Squad slashed straight down from the sky above the roaring waves.

He can't use the breath of water perfectly like Tomioka, not only can't complement the breath of flame, but also douse some burning flames under the turbulent river water vented from the sky.

Although not as sharp as Tomioka's flowing water, the waves and waves still frightened Ghost Mai Tsuji to let go.

The man who fell to the ground obviously didn't even have the strength to cough, the blood dried up by the flames flowed out of his body again, and a small pool of blood condensed on the soles of his feet. The ardent flame of the will was rekindled again.

The stove door was the closest to this eager flame, and in fact, it was hard for him to maintain his composure.

The enemy who killed his relatives and the source of misfortune for his companions are right in front of him. He even has to hold the cloth on his chest tightly to maintain his thinking from his rage.

He almost roared out the only thought in his mind.

"Mr. Purgatory, Youkang, and Cai are not weak pillars!! They were seriously injured for the second time, and with amazing willpower, they burst into flames that are enough to light up the night sky!

"You are the real powerless mouse trying to survive behind women and children!"

"Shut up!"

Ghost Mai Tsuji roared like thunder.

Even if you only hear the explosions in your ears, you can tell that this is not a battle between you and me.

One of the irritated parties had an overwhelming advantage, knocking down the other two, three, four, one after another.

"Hey! Back off!"

"Inosuke! Don't get too close!...Hmm!"

"The pig advances by leaps and bounds—!!"

"Wait, wait, what's going on with this whip! Why is there a whirlpool in the mouth——"

"—Shanyi!!"

There was a burst of shouts, bursts of blasting cracks, burning flames, sharp whips tearing the air, and muffled loud sounds of bodies collapsing one after another.

Gradually, it seems that it hasn't been too long, the continuous yelling at the beginning disappeared, and the popping sound gradually faded away.

Small gravel and sawdust fell from the back of the roof, but the boy who was half-embraced by his body and who was probably unconscious was still clean.

He couldn't see the pale face of the curled up boy, but he felt the rapid and irregular panting, the breathing of the cold body stumbled and stopped intermittently, and after a long while of silent breathing, the panting was difficult and painful, and the rhythm was out of order. In order to compensate, the heartbeat almost jumped out of the chest like a thunderous drum.

Everyone is aware of the pain that the young man is suffering at the moment of dying.

"...Youkang, I'm sorry."

Ubuyashiki's left hand was hidden in the sleeve of the kimono, and his fingertips slowly rubbed the charm that detonated the 'soil', his eyelashes drooping.

"Even if I understand your determination not to fear death, my selfishness... still delays the end until now."

The gunpowder that filled the entire hill had a wide range, and he originally wanted to wait, even one, until the ordinary players who shouldn't be involved in it left a safe area far enough away.

So much so that these children have suffered for so long.

That's it.

...that cut off the centuries-long entanglement with Onimai Tsuji to this day.

But there was a cold hand on Ubayashiki's wrist, which was about to bleed on the charm.

Even if he can't see it, Ubuyashiki still feels the gaze piercing through the barrier into his heart: a cold, inorganic, and temperatureless gaze.

Rather than staring, it is more like a glass vessel that reflects arc light harshly.

Locked by the icy arc light, Ubayashiki subconsciously intends to confirm: "...Youkun?"

There was no answer, of course, Qingxiang Youkang couldn't hear the voices from the outside world now.But the temperature from the wrist is rising at a sudden speed:

Cold, semi-cool, cool, warm, hot.

In the end, Uyashiki's pale skin was also reddened by the heat.

"Hmm... sorry, my lord, I was supposed to end it earlier, but I was caught up in something and it took me a while to wake up."

The clear and clear voice is exactly the same as the greeting from "Qing Xiang Youkang" who kneeled and waited on the headquarters.

"Fortunately, I caught up. If I screwed up at the last moment, wouldn't it be more ironic than fate... Just thinking about it makes me chill."

What is burning right in front of the maternity house at this moment is the breath of flame that has no reservations or scruples.

A flaming breath: Vigorous, intense, fearless and purposeful.