Xuan Hao's training method is extremely simple and crude. He only needs to stay alive for a while, and then continue to beat him after he is cured. Everyone is 'trained' to the limit first, and then uses 'dragon blood' to help them break through the limit.

"Mr. Xuanhao, I'm here!"

After all, the opponent was not a real enemy. Out of politeness, Purgatory Anjuro couldn't help but remind him.

The breath of fire, the type of one, Shiranui.

In an instant, the figure of Purgatory Anjuro shot out like an explosion of flames, aiming directly at the head of the person in front of him.

Anjuro showed no mercy at all, because he was not the first person to receive training. Tomioka Giyuu and others had personally experienced the power of this man. I heard that anyone who hesitated was beaten badly...

Soon, Anjuro understood why he couldn't hesitate, because he had no right to hesitate.

"Qiang——"

The blade rubbed against the fist and its trajectory was changed.

"so hard!"

Xingjulang's eyes were filled with shock.

This was the first time that he saw someone being able to block a sword with his bare hands, and his slashes couldn't even break through the opponent's defense.

Such a tough body is simply scarier than a ghost!

"What kind of existence is this?"

Anjuro didn't have time to think, because the man's fist was already attacking him.

The sound of whistling through the air was like the roar of a ferocious beast. Anjuro wanted to avoid it, but found that his speed was too slow.

"Click——"

The fist struck his chest 'mercilessly', the sound of ribs breaking was heard, and Xingjulang flew backwards.

"cough……"

Xingshou Lang got up from the ground with some difficulty as there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

After just one meeting, he realized what it meant to "swing a knife with determination to die".

At this moment, he had no doubt that as long as this man was willing to use a little more force, he could easily kill him.

Before Anjuro could adjust his posture again, the man's figure had appeared in front of him again.

From the moment he starts attacking, training officially begins.

But this is right! Xingjulang endured the severe pain and adjusted his posture instantly. The battle between humans and ghosts should be like this. Once it starts, it will be unending. He will not pity the other party because he is weak, and will not have time to breathe. Even if he suffers

No matter how seriously injured you are, you must continue fighting. Stopping means death!

"Experience it well, Xingjuro, and experience the feeling of wandering between life and death. In this way... you can become stronger!"

Purgatory Anjuro continued to encourage himself. Although the smile on his face seemed a little twitching due to pain, he was still smiling.

Because this kind of training really makes his blood boil, he doesn't have to worry about dying, he just needs to constantly surpass himself!

The breath of inflammation, the second type, rises to the sky of inflammation.

Anjuro suddenly raised his head and stared at the man in front of him.

The Nichirin Sword in his hand was swung from bottom to top, trying with all his strength to force the figure in front of him back.

The blade made a roaring sound and missed the target, but the Xuan Hao in front of him was not forced back by his slash, but disappeared suddenly.

"later!"

Xing Jurou sensed the other party's intention by instinct without even thinking.

So he waved the blade in his hand and started changing his moves along the original trajectory.

Type three, all things qi and inflammation!

The steps under his feet were reversed, and the blade he swung to the top of his swing suddenly slashed down behind him, just like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west accompanied by blazing flames.

“Nice reaction.”

Xuan Hao praised lightly.

None of these trained pillars let him down. None of them would stop moving in fear of pain. Not only did they have talents that were beyond ordinary people, they also had a will that ordinary people could not match.

The sounds of blows and broken bones constantly resounded in the dojo.

"Thank you for your advice, sir!" He thanked him loudly, and then continued to attack, only to be ruthlessly knocked to the ground.

Anjuro climbed up again and again as if he was tireless. With each recovery from his injuries, he could clearly feel that he was slowly being reborn.

As time went by, Anjuro admired the man in front of him more and more.

Because this man's control over power has reached a frightening level. As his body continues to transform, this man's strength will increase little by little as he exercises. The opponent seems to be endless and endless, but he has reached

reached the apex.

Like forging steel, it has been tempered to the extreme, and flesh and blood have been tempered to the extreme. At this moment, Anjuro even felt that he had no room for further improvement.

When the training reached the final stage, Anjuro's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at the man in front of him, becoming a little incredible.

Drinking blood to temper his body, and being reborn from the ashes. These familiar steps made him seem to realize the true identity of the man in front of him.

As the eldest son of the Purgatory family, Anjuro certainly knew the ancient legends passed down by his family, but he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to experience it himself.

Screams continued to be heard from the dojo, and Fengzhu and Yanzhu who were waiting outside were frightened.

"What a terrifying training method..." Mingyu Xingming sighed, "Xingshou Lang couldn't help but scream like this. No wonder even Yiyong is scared after training."

"But I clearly heard from Butterfly and Ganluji that they are not particularly strict..." Immortal Sakawa Shiya whispered.

In the mansion next to the dojo.

Ubuyashiki Yōya was sitting on the corridor facing the courtyard.

At this moment, there was a panting crow lying in his arms.

"Thank you for your hard work, flying back in such a hurry..."

Ubuyashiki Yōya calmed the bird in his arms with a gentle tone, but his face frowned slightly.

Because the information sent back by this crow is very urgent.

Almost all the swordsmen sent to conquer the ghosts at Nata Spider Mountain were wiped out.

There are so many ghosts that the swordsmen cannot fight against, and there is no other possibility except the 'Twelve Ghost Moons'.

The worst thing is... Mr. Genho's disciple Tanjiro seems to be nearby, and he should have received the distress message from the swordsmen's crows by now.

"In this case... we can only send 'Pillar' to support, but..."

Uyashiki Yōya hesitated and asked his daughter beside him, "How is Mr. Xuanhao's training going?"

"Lord Flame Pillar is currently undergoing training. Currently, there are Wind Pillar and Rock Pillar waiting for training. The others should have completed their training." Ubuyashiki Kanata responded softly.

"Shinobi, Mitsuri and Giyu are the first to receive training, right?" Uyashiki Yōya asked again.

"Yes, Father." The other side nodded lightly.

"Then let Shinobu and Giyu go to support."

Ubuyashiki Yōya thought for a moment.

He didn't know what kind of training Mr. Xuanhao gave the Zhus, but it seemed that everyone would be tired for a long time after receiving training, so he could only send out the Zhus who had completed the training earliest.

As for why these two people...because these two people seem to have a good relationship with Xuan Hao.

"Tell Shinobu and Giyuu to hurry up as much as possible and take good care of the young man named Tanjiro. Just say this is Mr. Xuanhao's wish."

"Understood."

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On the mountain road outside Natian Spider Mountain.

Zenitsu squatted on the ground alone, holding his legs, feeling hopeless in his entire life.

He felt that he should be disliked. After all, if they were partners under normal circumstances, the two people would not leave him here alone.

"How brave..."

Zenitsu looked at the mountain forest that exuded a terrifying aura.

He was a little envious of the courage of those two fools. Facing such a terrifying place, why can you be so fearless?

"Chirp!"

A sparrow kept chirping next to Zenitsu.

This is his messenger. Others' are crows, but his is a sparrow.

"No matter how you look at it, you are looking down on me, right?"

Zenitsu lowered his head and looked at the chirping sparrows on the ground, feeling that he was so inferior.

"Tweet! Tweet!"

The sparrow jumped up and down on the ground angrily, trying to tell this useless guy to quickly follow his companions into the mountains to save the swordsmen in distress.
To be continued...