night.
The bright moon hung in the night sky like thick ink, and the clouds dimmed the moonlight.
far away.
Tap tap tap! !
Two figures running quickly shuttled between the mountains, passing by trees quickly, and the branches were slightly swayed by the wind they brought.
It was impossible to see the figures of the two of them clearly at night, and I could only barely see two pairs of legs that had turned into afterimages.
In the sky above the treetops, a pitch-black crow flapped its wings and circled.
"Gah!! Go forward! Go forward!!"
…
…
the other side.
small town.
Murata kept running, attracting the evil spirit's attention.
Finally, he ran to the opposite direction to the mother - the other side of the ruins.
In this way, it should be no problem!
Murata thought.
On the side of the ruins of the collapsed house, the dust slowly dispersed, revealing a strange figure twisting and trying to stand on it.
"——Hoo!"
With the crunching sound of bones, the evil ghost's twisted body jerked violently.
Bang! --Snapped!
The twisted limbs twitched and rotated a few times, and then were firmly fixed in the correct position by the restored muscles.
The evil ghost straightened his waist, stretched from his waist to his fingers, looked up at the moon hanging in the sky, and then his scarlet pupils slowly moved down, looking down at Murata.
The long tongue wrapped in disgusting saliva slowly slipped out of the mouth. The evil ghost looked Murata up and down.
After seeing the Nichirin sword in Murata's hand and the black uniform on his body, his ferocious face showed an expression of impatience:
"Hey...are you a ghost hunter again?"
The evil ghost's voice was sharp, and he scratched his purple skin. His sharp black nails left a mark on his body. The skin was so thin that it clung to the muscles and undulated slightly:
"One after another, it's really troublesome!"
Snap, snap—baah!
The saliva was pulled into threads and dripped down the long tongue onto the ruins at the evil ghost's feet, corroding the sections of wood into black pits.
But, it came at just the right time.
After eating high-quality humans, your strength will increase again.
Just a little bit closer, I can touch it myself
——The level of the Twelve Ghost Moons!
The evil ghost's scarlet pupils were flashing with excitement that was like madness.
At that time, I can eat that guy who is always arrogant and disgusting to ghosts!
Creaking…
It bent its knees slightly and squatted on the ruins, its pupils staring directly in Murata's direction. The muscles in its calves slowly tightened, and veins popped out in its calves.
The smell of mildew and rust mixed with rottenness and blood filled his nose. Murata stood tremblingly, with his feet spread wide and the Nichirin sword in his hand already unsheathed.
It smells so bad...!
Murata gritted his teeth, his face turned blue, he stood the Nichirin Sword in front of him and looked at the evil ghost not far in front of him.
He is Murata, just an ordinary Geng-level member of the Demon Slayer Corps.
The others who were on the mission with him have disappeared, and now he is the only one left!
There is still no whereabouts, it is likely that...
He swallowed nervously, and the arm holding the Nichirin Sword kept shaking:
"Let go! Let the horse come over!!"
Don't get into trouble! Murata! !
Murata stared at the evil spirit not far away, his palm holding the handle of the knife already soaked with sweat.
At this time.
boom!
The evil ghost's legs tightened violently! The ruins under his feet were suddenly trampled with great force! There were cracks like radiation! It's sunken!
Uh-huh! !
Almost instantly, the evil ghost turned into a sprinting afterimage and disappeared from the place.
Murata's eyes froze. He took a deep breath and quickly looked around.
Whoosh!
When he reacted, the evil ghost that turned into an afterimage and roared had already rushed in front of him!
"Roar!!!"
coming!
【Full Collection·Breath of Water】!
Murata twisted his body suddenly, took a deep breath quickly, then twisted his waist, firmly grasping the ground with the soles of his feet, and driving his whole body from the soles of his feet!
tread!
Murata took a sudden step in the direction of the evil spirit! Keep your feet firmly on the ground!
The muscles are tense, the waist is pulling the arms hard, and the hands are holding the Nichirin Sword tightly!
All the potential energy in his body was immediately concentrated on the tip of the knife!
"Ouch!!"
The blade that broke through the strong wind suddenly turned sideways, aiming at the position where the evil ghost was charging!
【Water Breath·One Type】!
[Water Cut]!
Uh-huh!
The sharp blade was like a whip whipped at high speed, with a sharp blade slashing across the front!
Dots of white waves rose up on the tip of the knife, and then disappeared without a trace.
At the moment when the chop is completed.
Cold sweat broke out on Murata's forehead. He felt the feeling of Zhankong in his hand and was stunned.
——It didn’t hit!
The thought can be completed in a blink of an eye, but the completed slashing action cannot be taken back the moment the thought is thought of!
Murata fell into a moment of stiffness due to the force exerted on him after launching the attack.
In other words – backswing.
This moment is fatal in the battle with ghosts.
Snap.
Saliva dripped from the top of his head and landed on the tips of Murata's hair.
Bah——!
Corrosive white smoke suddenly rose!
The evil ghost was hanging in the air behind Murata's head. He covered the moon above his head, his open claws tightened, and his sharp nails turned into sharp blades!
Wow!
He rounded his arms, cut the air with his palms, and hit Murata quickly on the neck!
"go to hell!"
Murata didn't have time to turn his head, he had a look of horror on his face, a chill crawled up his spine and stayed on the back of his neck.
--Oops!
Suddenly, he felt extremely peaceful.
Ah, everything is over.
Murata closed his eyes tightly. He held the Nichirin Sword tightly, and his heart was filled with despair.
Sorry, Father, Mother.
Sorry, mate.
He lowered his head, and his short black hair, parted in the middle, swayed slightly.
I'm already dying.
but!
Murata opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were full of determination!
At least before death! Give him a knife!
Thinking of this, Murata gritted his teeth, clenched the Nichirin sword in his hand, and turned around quickly behind him!
But before he turned his head completely, he could just barely see the ghost's hideous figure under the moon from the corner of his eye.
At this time!
not far away.
laugh--!
The rapidly running figure stamped on the ground and stopped the car.
The dark red feathers were raised due to inertia, and the dark red high ponytail swayed.
Clang!
With one coherent movement, he instantly pulled out his blade from the scabbard at his waist.
And hold it with your backhand and raise it high!
He raised the blade sideways and pointed the tip of the knife reflecting the moonlight at the evil spirit rising into the air not far behind Murata.
Open your arms slightly and make a throwing motion.
He inhaled sharply!
"Hiss-!!" A large amount of oxygen was immediately sucked into his lungs, compressed and sent into every corner of his body!
Creaking…
He tensed the muscles all over his body, and the sound of the soles of his feet gripping the ground was clearly audible!
then!
——[Breath of the Sun]
——[Qizhi type]
——[Yanghuatu]!
Expansion!
Dazzling fire instantly ignited and exploded on the blade! The hot flames are turning and burning in the dark night!
The dark blade was suddenly entangled with the sun's dazzling heat at night!
Use all your strength! The sword in his hand was thrown towards the evil spirit!
Whoosh! !
Accompanying the knife attack, there was a figure beside him that was so fast that it was blurry!
