"you…"
Hei Shimo stood in the rising dust mist, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the breeze, and his six golden eyes seemed to reflect light in the shadows, making him look very scary.
The breeze blew through the street, and the dust drifted away from one side, revealing Hei Shimo's upper body facing him.
now.
He turned around, his sclera were scarlet, and his six golden pupils covered with black lines were staring at him through the thin dust mist.
——Kamado Tanjuro.
The pupils slowly focused.
Dark red haori...
The markings on the forehead and collarbone…
Crimson hair…
as well as…
The pair of flower earrings that my mother begged for...
…
Opposite Heishimou.
The two people who were about to run towards Ganlu Temple suddenly stopped in their tracks.
Click.
Purgatory Anjuro held his breath, his eyes were serious, his thumb rested on the sword, and he looked forward with a solemn expression.
The black fonts in the golden pupils looked so dazzling at night.
[Winding the string…
[one]!
He tightly grasped the handle of the Nichirin sword at his waist, ready to draw the sword and strike at any time, and the muscles all over his body were tense.
Appeared suddenly.
The strongest among the Twelve Ghost Moons.
The momentum and sense of oppression are completely different from Xia Er just now, and they are fundamentally different.
Is this what winding is?
Xingjuro's expression became cautious, he didn't dare to look away from Shang Yi in front of him, and he was thinking of countermeasures in his mind.
The information is wrong!
People need to be evacuated further!
Beside him.
"..."
Kamado Tanjuro straightened his back, his face expressionless and calm, but he held the handle of the Nichirin sword with his left hand.
Although he was mentally prepared, he knew that Wu Ke would definitely send someone to test and hunt him down.
but…
The corners of Tanjuro's mouth twitched slightly. Even for a person like him, he couldn't help but find it difficult to calm down.
The image of Hei Shimo was reflected in the crimson pupils.
——Let Hei Shimo come over directly?
Wuhan, you are really a...
But this situation seems to be in line with the nature of Wu Ke's "chip".
It's dangerous.
Kamado Tanjuro calmed down slightly. He was able to deceive Muzan because Muzan was stupid and cautious.
But Black Death Mou... Tanjuro has no confidence that he can get through in front of him.
Just a few seconds after the confrontation between the two sides.
The dust and fog completely dissipated.
Heishimou stood directly in front of the two of them. He spoke to Kamado Tanjuro:
"You..." His hoarse voice was a little slow, and there was no discernible tone in it.
"So much like him."
Hearing Hei Shimo's words, Xingjulang became alert, and he was even ready to burst his eardrums at any time.
But soon, Anjuro came to his senses and glanced at Tanjuro next to him.
——One of the winding strings.
——Are you talking to Mr. Kamado?
"but."
There was no discernible tone in Hei Shimo's voice, which was as calm as a lake without any fluctuations.
His six pupils were staring at Tanjuro at the same time. Hei Shimo raised his arm, stretched out a finger, and put it in front of him.
The fingertips were slightly tilted in the direction of Tanjuro:
"You, not him."
The moment these words fell.
Buzz—! !
Anjuro and Tanjuro, who were on alert, felt the huge coercion emanating from the black body in front of them.
Tanjuro was not surprised at all that his 'cos' was seen through. After all, he was facing perhaps the person who was most familiar with Yuiichi in the world.
"Lamentable……"
Heishimou looked at the similarities between Tanjuro and Enichi in his memory, and he didn't know what emotions he was feeling in his heart right now.
Sad, shaken, angry?
He just wanted to say 'pathetic imitator'.
But when the words came to his lips, for some reason, nothing came out.
It was as if I felt from the bottom of my heart that this sentence could not come out of my mouth.
But after the brief confusion, what surged up in his heart was endless hatred and anger.
He understood.
His current emotion was jealousy.
Yuanyi.
Hei Shimo looked at the vigilant Tanjuro. He grasped the bloody and muddy handle of the knife at his waist and drew the knife slightly.
Why, after that adult and I killed everyone related to Rihu.
Why, you still leave such traces in the world, so complete.
Why.
But his jealousy at the moment was not just directed at Yuanyi.
Also aimed at——Tanjuro.
…
Just after a few seconds of confrontation between the two sides.
Uh-huh!
Hei Shimo's figure moved first.
He made a slight movement to draw the sword, and then turned into an afterimage and disappeared in Tanjuro's eyes.
Out of sight!
Tanjuro's eyes widened. He glanced around and couldn't see the moving figure of Black Death Moo clearly at all!
"Can't you...see?"
Black Death Mo held up the blade with countless eyeballs in his hand, appeared on the side of Tanjuro, and struck straight at him!
There is no sword skill, just pure testing.
Uh-huh!
The red blade drew a perfect arc in mid-air!
Tanjuro reacted quickly. He suddenly raised the Nichirin sword in his hand and subconsciously moved sideways to block it.
Click!
With a shaking from his wrist, Tanjuro looked sideways and saw the black Nichirin sword bending for a moment under the load.
Boom!
The entire blade made a sound like breaking glass, cracks appeared from the point of impact, and it shattered directly!
Looking at the Nichirin Sword that shattered into tiny pieces in front of him, Tanjuro looked cautious. He took half a step back and pulled out Kakimaru!
Then quickly reverse the grip and pick it forward and upward!
"when!!"
Brilliant sparks bloomed where the blades of the sword came into contact. Tanjuro held the handle of Kakimaru in both hands.
He caught the slash from Hei Shimo.
no!
Kamado Tanjuro looked at Heishimou who was standing in front of him, looking extremely relaxed.
His hand holding the handle of the knife was trembling slightly.
If you continue like this, you will die!
He felt the only rebirth power in his body.
Even if he dies, he can be resurrected using the power of resurrection.
but…
Tanjuro's pupils moved to one side, and he noticed that Anjuro had already circled behind Black Death Mou, preparing to strike.
And, on the other side of the street, Mitsuri Kanroji was trying to rush over with a bomb in her arms.
During the period after his death and before his resurrection.
Everyone else will die.
To be honest, Tanjuro just wanted to survive at first.
The prefix is - and Kuizhi, live together with your family.
But now it seems that Wu Mei will continue to chase him from this time on, so he will inevitably die again and again.
This means that he will continue to be resurrected, and everyone around him will also be infected with dragon cough.
Including Aoi Chi, Tanjiro, Midouzi...
They will all die.
…
——This is not possible.
Uh-huh!
In the body, the power of rebirth that originally lit up quickly burned to the bottom!
"What..." Hei Shimo felt the sudden increase in vitality of the person in front of him, and couldn't help but be slightly startled.
The strength to resist his own blade instantly increased dramatically!
"when!"
With a crisp sound of blade collision, sparks flickered, and Hei Shimo's knife was slightly bounced away.
Uh-huh!
Black Death Mo quickly retreated, standing not far away, and then observed Tanjuro who was in a very strange state.
"...The bet was right."
Tanjuro whispered.
Incomparably full of vitality, Tanjuro's body was boiling.
He slowly raised his head, his sallow face became full of blood, the muscles of his arms became strong and strong, and his complexion instantly improved.
The dark red markings on the left forehead gradually become hotter.
The crimson pupils reflected Hei Shimo's slightly surprised expression.
And, most importantly——
——What was deep in his heart gradually appeared on the top of Hei Shimo's head.
——Pitch black posture bar.
