Blazing Angel of Demon Slayer

Guiwu Tsuji walked out of the dense forest slowly, and saw a large number of houses surrounded by a circle of stone walls, occupying a large area, symmetrically distributed in the blank flat land in this dense forest.

In the clear sense of smell, a large number of human scents are moving around, leaving here.

"Looks like you found me too."

Oni Wu Tsuji had no expression on his face.

He didn't pay attention to other places, but locked his eyes on a residence similar to a shrine, and walked over slowly.

His top priority is to become the leader of this generation's Demon Slayer Squad, Yoya Ubuyashiki.

A few minutes later, Ghost Mai Tsuji stopped.

Because someone stopped him.

A bright red sun blade that seemed to be surrounded by boiling heat was inserted straight into the ground, and a pair of generous palms covered with thick calluses overlapped and held the handle of the blade.

Purgatory Shinjuro opened his closed eyes suddenly, and his flaming sword eyebrows went straight up, straight into the clouds.

He is clearly a middle-aged figure, with wrinkles around his eyes, mottled hair that is no longer pure, and a bit of blue stubble on his chin, and he often looks decadent.

But at this moment, his expression was as passionate as a boy's, and there was a bright light in his eyes, which was clear and energetic.

Chapter 204

On an unusually bright night, the round moon like a bead emits a trace of milky white moonlight, outlining the mountains and mountains in a thin silver gauze, the night sky is full of stars, like the watery eyes of a child, watching the world without knowing the world. The world is complicated.

Under the milky white moonlight, Oni Wu Tsuji's face became more and more sickly pale, but his expression was inviolable.

He raised his head and opened his arms, his blood-colored pupils were full of disdain.

They were obviously of similar height, but it gave Purgatory Shinjuro a weird illusion of looking down from a height.

At the same time, the invisible coercion belonging to the top predators is like a boundless turbulent wave, oppressing towards Purgatory Shinjuro.

Purgatory Shinshouro remained unmoved, the Hilun Saber pressed with both hands trembled slightly, and some crisp trembling saber cries could be vaguely heard.

People are excited, and so are knives.

If Chuanliushi or Beimingyu Xingming were here, you would be able to see Purgatory Shinshourou surrounded by extremely condensed crimson grudges, resisting all the coercion of Kiwu Tsuji without any influence on him.

Seeing this, Onimai Tsuji's eyes moved, and he looked at Purgatory Shinjuro with interest.

"Yuan Yanzhu, Purgatory Shinjuro, was ordered by the head of the house to come to fight the ghost king."

Purgatory Shinjuro slowly pulled out the Japanese sword, and stood with his right hand slanted.

Streaks of orange-colored high-temperature flames surged from the blade of the sun wheel in Muran, and the tongues of fire swayed, radiating a provocative temperature to the surroundings.

The breathing method of flame, which makes a dull sound like a flame burst, climbed to the limit in an instant.

Purgatory Shinshouro violently burst into flames, and the fire pattern flame cloak was under extreme speed, like a ball of raging fireball rolling endlessly, rushing towards Kiwu Tsuji Wuyou indomitably.

"The moon tonight is very beautiful."

"It's better to fight, better to see blood, better to kill."

Guiwu Tsuji Wucan licked some hungry lips, his legs burst out with force, and the ground was stepped out of the deep pit with a bang, like a black lightning, violently colliding with the fireball.

The scorching sun wheel knife intersected with the terrifying ghost body that was harder than steel, and made a clanging sound like iron.

Purgatory Shinjuro slashed at Onimai Tsuji's neck with a single knife, and the thick flame on the sun wheel made Onimai Tsuji feel a little hot, and he frowned unavoidably.

"It's a bit stronger than the Yanhu swordsman who besieged me"

"The Ghost Killing Squad really has a lot of talents, but it's a pity they can't be used by me."

He raised one hand horizontally, simply resisting with his arm.

Stab it!

The exquisite and noble sleeves of the custom-made black clothing were cut off in an instant, and at the same time, they were burned by high temperature, burning up, and the black beauty became scorched and ugly.

Oni Wu Tsuji had a displeased expression on his face, and his left hand clawed straight at the heart of Purgatory Shinjuro.

With his attack power, as long as he can hit, he can directly tear out the hot heart of Purgatory Shinjuro, and eat it in front of him.

Purgatory Shinjuro's pupils shrank, and he quickly withdrew his sword and returned to defense.

Hold the knife horizontally while resting your left hand on the side of the knife.

"Oh!"

There was a huge force, and the Japanese sword was bent by Onimai Tsujimu's heavy punch, and touched the chest of Purgatory Shinjuro.

The still not weak force was transmitted to Purgatory Shinjuro through the back of the knife, making him unstoppable to retreat and relieve the force, at the same time his chest felt tight and he was slightly injured.

"Good, come again!"

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi didn't stop at all. He used to have a gloomy and terrifying temperament, but he turned into a violent beast during the battle.

The two kept fighting, and their positions changed accordingly.

Fighting from the ground to the forest, and then fighting back to the ground from the forest, Shinshourou Purgatory desperately blocked him outside the wall of the Demon Slayer Squad's headquarters.

Except for the neck, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi was almost attacking but not defending. With every punch and kick, the thick trees surrounded by several people were interrupted, and the rocky and soily ground was pitted.

Wherever he passed, there was a rumbling sound like a bulldozer.

The crisis that any mistake would kill him instantly lingered in Purgatory Shinjuro's heart, making him cold, trembling and excited.

This is the first time he has encountered such a powerful enemy. Although the pressure is like a towering giant mountain, this kind of hearty and exhausting battle makes the blood of Purgatory Shinjuro boil for a long time.

It's like going back to the time when the boy was weak, he was cautious and exhausted all his abilities to fight ghosts,

Fighting like dancing on the tip of a knife is dangerous and charming.

"Ghost dance Tsuji no misery! Look at me, use all your strength, and fight me!"

"Breath of Flame Five Type Flame Tiger!"

Yanhu, the most explosive thrusting sword type in Yanhu.

Purgatory Shinshourou laughed, and took Kiwu Tsuji's kick forcefully with the drumming breathing method. His ribs moaned instantly, dense cracks emerged, and severe pain followed, but Purgatory Shinjuro seemed to be unknown.

In an instant, he held the handle of the knife tightly with one hand, and pushed the handle of the knife with the other hand to increase his strength. At the same time, half of his body was strengthened.

The Hilun Knife was aimed straight at Onimai Tsuji Mumi, and the ever-expanding flame suddenly compressed and burst suddenly.