The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The 'sun' created by the breath of flames burns everything and gradually floats in phantom.

The fiery light turns from white to dim yellow, and the hazy yellow ball emits the illusory radiation that shines on the sea surface at sunset.

Ubuyashiki stood in the middle of the phantom sun, gently spreading his palms, feeling the residual heat in the air.

It is not as good as the hot aftertaste that warmed the cold fingertips before, what is falling lightly is the ashes in the burning process, like warm snowflakes, first falling and then disappearing in the palm of the hand.

The miraculously reappearing sun is as short-lived as its name suggests.

...how gentle.

The source belongs to the blazing and gentleness of the two.

That's right, the arrogance of this 'sun' all comes from Qingxiang, completely and completely, the newborn rising sun has no scruples and spreads a pride far superior to that of China and Japan.After turning around, the elder's kind and generous map smoothly dealt with the roughness that the younger ones unintentionally dealt with due to their excitement and exploration.

'Boom, boom!Looks very happy, Youkang! '

'There is a kind of sweaty pleasure after running a marathon. Speaking of which, I didn't hate sports at first, and then, and then, this is the sun that rose because of me, the unique sun, and it's so cool to think about it. Explosion! '

'Um!Um! '

'Simulation alone can do this, Breath of the Sun, ah!Tanjiro's Breath of the Day, let him try it if possible, bring him, I and you together, the real sun rises at night! '

'good idea!However, although I really want to play with the rare and happy Youkang, my body seems to be at its limit. '

'It doesn't matter!Leave the rest to me, and your ears can hear a little bit, so you can rest assured to sleep, and when you wake up, the sun will be sunny, and we will chat and eat snacks together, with Senjuro. '

'That's true. '

Purgatory, which was staggering and supported only by the blade inserted deep in the soil, was finally able to sleep peacefully.

A gratifying smile lifted his drooping eyes until the darkness completely filled his consciousness.

'……Very good. '

Under the thick and heavy wooden pillars sloping in the soil, the man standing alone supported the sword with both hands, and just dropped his head and fell into a deep sleep.

Without the control of experienced people, the breath of flame, which was vented wantonly, returned to its original appearance.

The hazy sunset completely dissipated, and the surroundings returned to the night lit by fire, and the wood burned by the black and red flames crackled.The original purgatory house has become a half-ruined state, and the empty field of vision stretches as far as the eye can see.

"Onimai Tsuji!"

A young man dressed in flame-patterned feathers fluttered, and the flames all over his body were burning wantonly, putting his hands around his mouth and shouting like a trumpet:

"I know you're not dead, come out! I'm so high right now, I don't plan to do any sneaky tricks, let's have a serious fight!"

Lang Sheng went around three times in the empty main hall of the ruins, and the squeezed rectangular piece of meat wriggled out from the cracks in the broken logs.

It no longer has the chic appearance of suits and leather shoes. A wriggling mass of flesh and blood slapped down on the muddy ground, mixed with the dirt and rolled into a ball, which swelled and grew bigger.

"Wow!"

Qing Xiang tiptoed to watch lively.

"I never knew what it looked like when you were really cornered!"

"How would you know."

The bigger and bigger ball of flesh finally freezes into the shape of a giant baby, the words are rumbling, thick and thick, the eyes are squeezed by the flesh and blood, the limbs are shrunk inside the body, and the hands and feet are scratching.

"I have to admit that no one can force me into such a posture. Little devil, after seeing it, can you die contentedly?"

"Actually, Huang Quan is very beautiful."

But the smile on the corner of the boy's mouth got bigger and bigger.

He raised the blade from mid-air, and the tempered blade became brighter and brighter, making his eyes dark.

"I've seen it before, this time I'll go down and see it for you~"

bass

When the two objects hit each other, sparks splashed from them, as if they were in a kiln for forging iron, and the sound of tinkling was endless.

This time it was Qing Xiang who was the one with super speed.Dragging the cumbersome body of a giant baby, Onimui Tsuji waved his bloated arms, completely unable to catch the small human being who was slashing at him. Fortunately, the skin on the former's body was impenetrable like a boulder. It will soon be covered by new flesh and blood growth.

Aoxiang's Japanese sword was bounced off his neck again, and Onimai Tsuji's hand was rushing towards the boy's standing shoulder, like hitting or repelling mosquitoes, making a blunt sound with a force that was absolutely irresistible from the perspective of a small creature.

However, "too slow!"

The nimble figure of the young man jumped over Onimai Tsuji's head, smiling happily as if playing with someone.

The other hand struck, and the boy jumped even higher with the help of the ready-made springboard.

But the attack is indeed a problem, and with my current strength, I can't cut it down at all.

When away from the ground, Qing Xiang's downward vision just included the Sun Wheel Knife, the blade was full of gaps, and it was so rugged that it looked like a sawtooth.

The breathing method is also not good. If it is an online game, Oniwu Tsuji is wearing a gold suit that prevents objects and magic. The durability is ridiculously high, and the speed of escape is also amazing.

Having said that, it's really strange that even if you are in an impasse, you don't feel depressed, and you don't think about the possibility of messing up at all.

The mood has never been carefree, and the degree to which you can laugh unscrupulously.

"What are you thinking about?"

A short sentence appeared in the brief moment when the two figures exchanged from mid-air.

One up and one down.

The two who were subdued by the same batch of Ghost Slayer Squads were delivered in mid-air.

Qingxiang saw the slight smile that came out when she glanced past.

The short figure with long black hair contains terrifying strength, and the slow and light traces are unpredictable at first glance.

The user of Kasumi's Breath, Muichiro Tokito skipped the bloated fist that hit him, raised the blade, and inserted it straight into the gap between the bulging eyelids at an extremely precise angle.

"Ahhh-"

A high-pitched cry resembling that of a baby echoed in the night sky.

Qing Xiang, who was backlogged to a stop by the repulsion of the air, saw familiar figures: three familiar figures, one separated from the pigskin headgear, one lying a few steps away from the giant baby with unknown life and death, and one with a broken arm and leg. To chop with a knife.

Very dangerous.

He changed his posture from mid-air, and changed the direction of his fall with the help of the wind, getting closer and closer until he landed on the side of the 'corpse' flattened in the burning ruins, and threw himself on his shoulders.The yellow-headed kid whose life and death are unknown dangled softly on his shoulder, but he was still breathing; the kid who was separated from the pigskin hood had a good skin, and Qing Xiang, who was about to drag the floor, stopped and leaned on the other shoulder.

"My lord, please."

There was no time to put it thoughtfully, Ao Xiang unloaded the goods before the delivery house, said hello and left.

Under the feet of the giant baby, even if the hand bones were broken and could not support the handle of the knife, the unwilling Zaomen still did everything in his power to kill Onimui Tsuji, and even avoided the annoying kicks of Onimui Tsuji from time to time, looking indomitable and embarrassed, But it was he who bought time for Qing Xiang to wake up.

In this way, he was dragged out of the battlefield by a hand abruptly pulling his collar.

"—Who!!...Brother Yukang?...Please don't stop me! I can still fight, and I want to do my best for the Demon Slayer Squad!"

The boy who bowed his head from his head was straightforward:

"But it can't be of much help."

"I,"

The kitchen door was speechless.He was forced to look up, and was looking at Qingxiang from a close distance.The black eyes reflected the distorted self.

...Even so, even so! !

He gritted his teeth, but even so he did not give up.

"Even if I'm not as powerful as Zhu and can't use the majestic breathing method, even if I'm just an ordinary soldier! Even if I pay the price of my life, I will,"

"Who said you are an ordinary soldier?"

A simple question blocked the rest of his consciousness.

"You are not an ordinary member of the Demon Slayer Squad, Tanjiro, you are the descendant of the reappearance of Hi no Breath after being cut off for hundreds of years, you are the strongest trick to kill Demon Mai Tsuji, and you are the source of all breathing methods today !"

The older boy suddenly approached, with the tips of his hair hanging down on the ear bones of the Zaomen.

The amount of information in the other party's words was huge, and his tragic declaration was interrupted midway, and Zaomen's brain crashed for a while, so he stuttered: "But, but," he still hasn't understood the status quo.

"No buts."

The young man who looked very happy held the stove door's cheeks from the top of his hand.

"Come on, use the breath of the sun to ignite the real sun!"

Being so close, the stove door could almost see the fire reflected in his eyes, but his eyes were almost circling.

"I, I can't do it! I don't even know what the breath of the sun is, is it a branch of the breath of water? Can it be used in any type of breath of water or..."

"That won't work."

Qing Xiang covered his nagging mouth by the stove door.

"Although it is indeed my fault, I cut off the precursors of comprehension several times... Well, I will make up for you in the future. Anyway, now, come, let me help you."

The older child covered the stove door with the dry back of his hand, pulled the knuckles that had lost strength due to fractures and pain, and re-wrapped the handle of the knife that had come off his hand.

"Come."

The flames on Qing Xiang's body spread to the stove door, and the black and yellow flames jumped, and he led him to lift the sun wheel knife, and the steel-colored blade was quenched in the flames again.

Then, it was the wave brewed by the flame, flowing from the connected palms of the two, seeping into the gap in the heart, condensing into a wave of warmth to awaken the pulse of the heart.

There is a warmth rising from the heart and spreading to the limbs along the rushing blood. The pain and the coldness of blood loss are gone, replaced by lazy and sultry heat, as if basking in the sun on a lounger in the afternoon, feeling safe and comfortable heat radiation .

The fire ignited by the heat of the sun, in turn opens the way to the sun.

The tempered blade gradually turned black from the bottom of the blade, and the flame-like black spots spread upwards. During the tempering of the flames, the all-black Sun Breathing Sun Wheel Saber came out again.

Can feel intense heat.

The stove door has to breathe heavily to release the heat from the lungs, and the heart works vigorously as a blood transfusion pump, efficiently transporting blood to all parts of the body.

But he is no stranger to it, and this will naturally dance with it, a dance that plays the hymn of the sun, which is the "God of Fire Kagura" that he recited on the white mountains that night.

The black and yellow flames were gradually replaced by real 'fire', and the guide who led him to the sun let go.

"How? Are you familiar?"

The power of human comprehension against an incomprehensible enemy.

The true source of all breathing methods is the life-long painstaking efforts of the genius Ji Guoyuanyi - the breathing of the sun.