…
Under the dark night.
The dark clouds were gathering, revealing the sharp, wolf-like moon hidden behind the clouds.
【Breath of the Moon·One Type·Dark Moon·Palace of Night】
tread!
Tokitou Yuichiro's eyes were fixed in front of Makijuro, he bent slightly and took a sudden step forward.
A wisp of bright yellow moonlight flashed across Makijuro's face in an instant.
The moment the knife passed in front of him and brought up the breeze, Makijuro's pupils shrank, and he quickly turned his head to look in the direction of the jade pot.
opposite.
"You maggots who don't understand art...!!"
Jade Pot just raised the pot in his hand with a ferocious expression:
"Vampire Art·Ten Thousand..."
next moment.
Uh-huh!
Shitou Zilang suddenly stopped, and the figure with the blade raised high appeared behind Yuhu.
Click.
He stepped lightly, tiptoed the ground, bent his knees and put the knife into the sheath on his waist.
"Huh..." White steam escaped from the corner of his mouth.
The pale yellow moonlight followed the trajectory of the blade, as if delayed, and then gradually appeared in the dark mid-air.
The moon glow emerged slowly and gracefully, unhurriedly.
And the end of the pale yellow moon glow has suddenly solidified - the neck of the jade pot holding the porcelain pot.
"Hiss...it hurts."
Tokitou Yuirou slowly stood up, his brows furrowed slightly, and severe pain spread throughout his body.
The slash he used just now was probably the closest to Mr. Jiguo's slash in half a month.
Breath of the Moon·One Type is originally an Iai Slash that draws the sword very quickly.
But Mr. Jiguo's demonstration is not an action that humans can perform at all.
Yui Yilang recalled Jiguo Iwakatsu's actions in his mind, and felt frightened in his heart.
Forcibly imitating actions that are similar to demonstrations can indeed achieve extremely fast speeds.
But it also brings bruises to the body, soft tissue, or bones.
Therefore, what Yilang usually uses is only the "one shape" that is slightly suitable for them after discussions between him and his two sons.
——The exaggeration of the movements is not that great.
It was only out of desperation that he tried so hard to use his sword skills.
Out of desperation, he cut down the neck of this "moving tree" as if it were a real tree.
only…
Tokitou Yuirō slightly weighed the feel of his knife - if he were to cut down a tree... would it feel so light?
Near the bushes.
"...?"
Purgatory Makijuro looked at Tokito Yuirou who appeared behind Yutsubo, the expression on his face gradually solidified, and his brows jumped slightly.
The speed at which this person rushed out from his side just now.
And the fluency of wielding a knife...
The hand holding the knife twitched a little.
--this…
Makijuro's brows wrinkled slightly, and he looked at Yui Lang in shock as if he was belatedly aware of it.
——This is holding the knife for three weeks...? !
As if he couldn't believe it, he blinked hard.
He opened his mouth slightly, and all the doubts in his heart were shattered by the shock just now.
In Purgatory Maki Juro's eyes, he reflected Yui Lang's still somewhat unfamiliar movement of sheathing the knife.
An idea kept rising in my mind—until it surfaced.
ah…
Again...he is a genius...
Purgatorymakijuro.exe has stopped running.
Just when Yilang held his waist and slowly stood up.
Wow——
The jade pot that was supposed to have its neck cut off suddenly turned into a thin piece of pale fish scale skin.
It shrank softly, and then slowly covered the pot under him.
--not dead!
Upon seeing this, Purgatory Makijuro immediately raised his blade and looked around cautiously.
…
aside.
On the tree.
Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, a huge shadow slowly wrapped around the tree, hidden among the whirling leaves.
Click... click...
Slime slips from the leaves.
"...just now...was that...breath of the moon?"
Yuhu's head was covered in cold sweat. After he shed his skin, his thick hands that turned into fish scales trembled slightly, and his lower body was wrapped around the tree like a giant snake.
The form after molting is his trump card, a state of near invincibility.
The eyes in his mouth trembled, and he looked at the only man who was facing him sideways.
Gudu.
His mouth trembled slightly and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
——The slash just moments ago, looking back now, was unable to cause fatal damage to myself.
——But he subconsciously used his own trump card to shed his skin.
In Yuhu's mind, he recalled the past.
——Onlookers watched the scene where Yi Wo Zuo launched a bloody battle against Hei Shimo.
That overwhelming attack, but with a simple movement, easily removed the head from Yiwo's seat, was deeply engraved in his mind like hell.
——He was so scared that he shed his skin.
"...Your Excellency Hei Shimo, how come your breathing method is spread outside..."
Yuhu's frightened eyes gradually calmed down, and he took two deep breaths.
This was the second time tonight that he felt a little regret for coming here.
The first time was when I was hit by three pillars.
After thinking carefully for a while, Yuhu's eyes slowly moved to the side.
The clear yellow eyes reflected the figures of the brothers Ichiro and Muichiro standing behind Purgatory Makijuro.
…
…
Knife Forging Village.
street.
Due to the timely notification from the sentry box, the knife makers have been evacuated from the streets.
Snap.
Tanjuro held the wedge in his hand. He landed on the street and looked sideways at the old-looking Hantengu lying on the wall on the other side of the street.
Beside him, Mingming Island Xingming also stood.
"Nawu... is the winding ghost." Bei Mingyu held the Buddhist bead in his hand. He sensed the breath of Bantian Dog and said in a deep voice:
"The Knife Forging Village... here comes two winding swords."
"The situation over there with Makijuro... is very dangerous."
Tanjuro slightly raised the wedge pill in his hand and frowned:
"...This ghost is the third one on the string."
really--
Tanjuro looked at the words above Hantengu's head and pondered slightly.
The previous Yuhu also advanced one level, and so did the Half-Tengu.
From four on the string to three.
He exhaled slightly, and then told all the information he knew to the mournful Yu Xingming beside him:
"Mr. Mingmingyu."
"That one won't die even if you wind it up and cut off its neck."
"He will split into other ghost forms. Only by cutting off the neck of his body will he die completely."
The mournful Yu Xingming listened, tears gradually flowing down his face.
——You need to get out of your way to find the Nichirin Sword.
…
The two faced each other.
Behind the wall.
"…how terrible."
Bantengu's old ears twitched slightly. He looked timidly at Tanjuro and Weimingyu, his face full of fear:
"...I am obviously weak...but I have such clear information..."
"...The Demon Slayer Squad, bullying the weak, is extremely scary, extremely scary!"
Snap, snap.
He trembled and slowly crawled out from behind the wall, his whole body hunched:
"Ah..." His voice trembled, and tears flowed from his dark red eyes.
For a long time, the dog slowly straightened up his upper body, his rough hands slowly raised, and then held his neck.
Poof!
With the exertion of both arms, Tanjuro and Bei Mingyu looked in slightly surprised eyes.
For a long time, the dog tore himself into two pieces from the neck.
