Wow——
As the clothes were blown up by the wind.
Kamado Tanjuro raised the glowing red sword in his hand high.
Wuhan stared at him until his movements merged with the fear buried in the deepest parts of his soul and body.
【Breath of the Sun·Shape of One·Wound Dance】
It's him!
it's him! !
Not some descendant!
Muzan opened his mouth slightly, but his eyes were staring blankly in the direction of Kamado Tanjuro. His body was shrouded in instinctive fear and he was frozen in place!
rustle……
Black noise appeared in Wuhan's field of vision.
The figure of Kamado Tanjuro completely overlaps with that of Enichi Tsukuni!
Nothing is wrong at all!
Despair welled up in Wuhan's heart.
Wu Mei's throat was dry, his face was panicked, his eyes were trembling violently, and his eyes were full of panic and regret.
"Answer me, Kibutsuji Muzan."
"You were laughing just now."
Uh-huh!
Tanjuro swung the blade behind him, and a red blade flashed through the air, then placed it on his shoulder:
"What's interesting?"
Kamado Tanjuro adjusted his body to the best position, his face darkened, and his upper body sank slightly:
"What's so funny."
Kamado Tanjuro didn't have to say the last words.
In Muzan's memory, that person instantly appeared at the top of everything, giving Muzan the final blow instead of Tanjuro:
"You...put your life on the line."
"What do you think it is?"
Wu Mei's pupils had shrunk to the size of a needle, and he felt his eyes turning white and cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
it's him!
Following the country's fate!
He climbed out of the grave!
"ah…!"
After a brief brain shutdown caused by fear.
"Hoo...!"
"Ooohhhhh!!"
Wu Kuan gritted his teeth violently and hurriedly exerted all his strength. The survival instinct in his body made him scream desperately from his throat:
“Ahhhh——!!!”
The veins in his neck popped out, his face turned red from fear, and his eyes became twisted and bloodshot under the strong desire to survive.
There is no thinking in the brain, Wu Mei relies solely on instinct to roar and burst out with strength.
--escape! Run away! !
Veins popped up all over his body, and his desperate roar, carrying endless anger and hatred, instantly spread from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.
Kamado Tanjuro frowned and quickly covered his ears.
boom!
The ground under Wu Kuan's feet could not withstand the strong pressure and began to crack!
Boom!
With a harsh sound, Wuhan's teeth shattered.
At this moment, Wu Mei decided to follow his instinct.
——Give me the split! !
Gudu Gudu…
Bah!
Wuhan's body tissues instantly began to swell, swelling at various disgusting angles, and instantly burst his suit!
Subsequently.
boom! !
The bulging Wuhan was like a punctured balloon, and his whole body exploded instantly.
The violent explosion was accompanied by the smelly rain of blood, and countless pieces of flesh and blood suddenly flew around Wu Mei as the center.
Whoosh!
The flesh and blood shot out at high speed flashed instantly.
The sound of breaking through the air kept coming from both ears.
"...divided!" Kamado Tanjuro was slightly startled. He clenched the handle of the knife, understanding that his plan this time was coming to an end.
Wu Kuai wanted to run away.
call out! Another piece of flesh and blood flew out after wiping Tanjuro's body.
With Kamado Tanjuro's dynamic vision, he still couldn't catch the flesh and blood flying at high speed.
There were only a few pieces of flesh and blood, as if they were too impatient to control their direction. They hit He Dao and were split into two.
Tanjuro blocked himself in front of Tanjiro, he raised his sword, and faced Muzan who lost his mind and split, he tried to cut off as much flesh and blood as possible.
Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
The red sword light suddenly appeared in the dark night.
With the blessing of the stripes and the transparent world, Tanjuro managed to chop down dozens of flying pieces of flesh.
After a few breaths.
In front of him, except for a pool of blood mixed with snow, there was nothing else.
Tanjuro held his sword upright and distinguished carefully, with all five senses open.
After a while.
After confirming that Muzan had disappeared nearby, Kamado Tanjuro felt relieved.
Very good.
Tanjiro, it's safe.
The mental pressure disappeared instantly, allowing the fatigue that had just been suppressed to swarm over him, trying to drown him in layers.
So tired, so sleepy.
Click.
Tanjuro slowly lowered the sword in his hand. He slowly combed his breathing. His weak body had reached its limit.
At this moment, the markings on the left forehead slowly faded away, revealing the shallow scar underneath.
boom.
His legs were weak and limp, and he fell to his knees directly on the ground.
Then, he supported his upper body with the blade, closed his eyes, knelt in the snow, and fell into a deep sleep.
He whispered unconsciously:
"...Tanjiro."
behind him.
He was lying on the ground, unable to move due to freezing, but Tanjiro witnessed the whole process and his eyes widened.
He tried to stretch out his stiff hand to reach his father.
But after a while, Tanjiro's eyes turned white and he fainted.
After a period of time.
The distance, the horizon.
It was like a golden blade cutting through the sky, splitting the rich darkness, and piercing straight from the top of the dome to the ground.
The wind and snow drifted away, and an extremely shining light appeared in the direction of the sky.
Warm sunshine falls on the top of the mountain.
Its daybreak.
At this time.
"Huh...! Huh...!" Saburo, carrying an ax, staggered up from the bottom of the mountain, panting:
"Tanjiro...! Tanjiro...!"
His face was pale and he was obviously very tired. He was sweating profusely in this deep snow environment and his whole body was shaking:
"Too fast! Wait...!"
Grandpa Saburo gasped for air while holding on to the trees, and finally arrived at Kamado's house on the top of the mountain.
When he wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up.
Sanlang was shocked and speechless for a moment:
"This this……!"
What came into view was a large area of potholed and messy snow.
The cracked ground, the swaying snow, and the radiating waves of snow.
And, bright red blood.
"Tanjiro!" Saburo first saw Tanjiro lying on the ground and fainting. He quickly threw down the ax in his hand and quickly came to Tanjiro's side.
"Oops, I've passed out!" He touched Tanjiro's forehead and his expression turned ugly.
Carrying him on his back.
Before taking two steps forward, Saburo exclaimed again:
"Tanjuro!?"
Kamado Tanjuro, whom he had not seen for several years, was half-kneeling in the snow, his upper body supported by a katana.
"Also passed out!"
"This is how to do!"
Seeing this, Sanlang hurriedly dragged the two of them in the snow, and forcefully dragged the father and son into the house.
at the same time.
On the tree next to it.
Uh-huh!
A black-haired swordsman with a handsome face, calm eyes, but a rigid expression appeared and stood on the branch.
--I'm late.
The swordsman observed the surrounding environment and thought in his heart.
Suddenly.
He lowered his blue eyes and looked at Kamado Tanjuro.
Looking at the knife in the latter's hand, even if he fainted, he had not let go.
Thoughtful.
