He touched his chest, and there was a knife wound there that had been struck by someone hundreds of years ago, and it was still corroding his body like a raging fire!
It’s like a fairy tale!
"After the country's fate..."
After him, in hundreds of years, this was the second time He Dao appeared, a sword that could truly threaten him, the Ghost King! He would never allow another Ji Guoyuan to appear, never!
Black Death Mou felt his will.
Hei Shimo also knew why Wu Ke lost his composure, and he was also shocked in his heart.
"The sword is the same as Yuanyi. So isn't this a weapon that only those who master the Sun Breathing Technique can awaken?" He looked at Ji Xing's face.
No matter how serious a 17-year-old boy is, he still looks immature.
He suddenly remembered the words of his younger brother Enichi Tsukuni: 'We brothers are just passers-by in a long history. A baby with far greater talent than you and me may have been born long ago...'
"The future life is to be feared."
Ignoring the burning power inside, his neck forcibly healed and he clenched the Demon Blade tightly - but after I cut off Yuan Yi's old and dead body, I said that I would never lose to anyone again!
He rushed towards Ji Xing brazenly.
Ji Xing greets him with a knife!
The He Dao is the ultimate weapon in the world of demon slayers. The ultimate technique is to inject all the weight of the grip and the body's heat after awakening the pattern into the Nichirin Dao, causing the blade to become hot and red, causing real damage to ghosts.
sun!
Originally, Ji Xing was still one point away from mastering the He Dao. This was partly due to the fact that he did not activate the markings, and partly because he did not receive enough pressure.
At this time, all the conditions are met, and his sword finally evolves into the He Dao, which is specially used for killing ghosts.
However, what is due must be collected.
Only by combining fists and swords can he make up for the gap in strength between himself and Black Death Mou.
One person and one ghost quickly fight and collide.
Blood spilled, dyeing the earth red, and was covered and flattened by the vast impact!
…
At the foot of Mt. Saagiri, near the second home of Rintagaki.
Tanjiro tossed and turned.
'Mr. Kamishi really broke the appointment and hasn't come back yet... Well, as a ghost hunter of the Demon Slayer Corps, it's not surprising to receive a mission suddenly. Besides, we didn't agree to see each other every five days, but he
I just come back once every five days.'
'It'll be okay, it'll be okay.'
'Such a strong swordsman...'
Suddenly he heard the sound of rustling coming from the courtyard. Tanjiro jumped out of bed, walked out and saw two figures, and asked: "Aren't Tamayo-sama and Oshiro able to sleep too?"
Yushiro said coldly: "We are ghosts, we don't need sleep, let alone sleeping at night."
"Are you also worried about Mr. Kamishi?" Tanjiro asked himself.
Yushirou's eyes twitched: "We don't need to worry about that swordsman, he is ridiculously strong."
"Let's go look for it!"
"Are you listening to me?" Yushiro was furious.
Zhu Shi said: "Yushiro, don't disturb Mr. Lintaki." After saying this, a look of worry appeared on her face. She looked up at the night sky, the haze and dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moon seemed to be staring at her.
"moon……"
There are still seven hours before dawn.
…
"Huh...huh..."
The heavy breathing was like a bellows, and Ji Xing's breathing method was slightly disordered. He relied on his outstanding body control to maintain a normal state.
On the opposite side, Hei Shimo's body was covered with intricate wounds, which were difficult to heal under the corrosion of He Dao. He lost a lot of blood and was almost unable to support the use of the vampire technique!
But his breathing was still steady, and he looked at Ji Xing and said: "You have forced me to this extent by yourself. It is a pity for a swordsman like you to die here, but... even if you want to be a ghost now, Master Wuhan
Nor will it be allowed."
Ji Xing smiled and said, "Do you think you won?"
"How long can you last?"
"Until you die!"
There are still six hours before dawn.
…
'Blood-inducing, the devilish fragrance of the day!'
Zhu Shi scratched his arm and used his own blood as a medium to activate the blood ghost technique. The ghost in front of him revealed information about Mu Kai in hallucinations, and was cursed by Mu Kai, and his body collapsed and died.
Tanjiro, who was a little embarrassed, was reminded by her to block his nose in advance. He opened his eyes wide and exclaimed: "It's so amazing, Tamayo-sama..."
"Hmph." Yushirou was very happy when he praised Zhushi, but he still had a dissatisfied expression on his face: "So why on earth do we come out to find that swordsman, and where can we find him?"
Tanjiro smiled and waited for the effects of Tamayo's vampire spell to wear off before sniffing lightly.
"I remember... Mr. Shang Nishi walked this way last time he left. Looking for another one? Just on that mountain, I always feel... he is nearby."
Zhu Shi turned around: "Let's go."
There are still four hours until dawn.
…
The swing of the sword slowed down, Black Death Mou was no longer able to activate his vampire technique, and he could no longer use the Breath of the Moon.
Ji Xing on the opposite side moved slower and was shaky, but he could still parry and fight back steadily.
Hei Shimo's heart was a little confused. From sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai to feeling that he might lose for the first time - why? He is just a human being, why can he support it to this extent?!
At this time, there are only two hours left before dawn, and it has been nearly six hours since the confrontation between one person and one ghost!
If ghosts can support it, why should humans?!
In fact, Ji Xing's breathing technique could no longer be maintained. Ji Xing would only use it at the moment of collision, and it was not thunder breathing.
He learned Sun Breath from Tanjiro! His body is not strong enough, and the sword moves using Sun Breath will lose strength, but it is only used to maintain physical energy and squeeze physical energy. As the ancestral breathing method, Sun Breath is obviously more powerful.
Better than that!
Hei Shimo couldn't see the change in his breathing method, he only felt an indescribable anger.
"Why! Why?! After hundreds of years of practice, why can't you quickly kill a human who has held a sword for nine months! Compared with geniuses like you, why are we born in this world?! Answer me,
Yuanyi!"
The burns from He Dao and the long-lasting pain from the physical wounds caused his consciousness to blur. Ji Xing's figure completely overlapped with that of his younger brother Jiguo Yuanyi!
Bang-bang-bang!
Three violent knives slashed Ji Xing away. Ji Xing, who had crashed into the rock wall, only paused for a moment before attacking Hei Shimo with the knife again. He trampled him with a roundhouse kick until he vomited blood and flew backwards, and added more wounds with the knife!
The fighting has once again become fierce, with one person and one ghost approaching the limit, constantly adding scars to their opponents, until the first ray of light rises from the horizon!
Hei Shimou was in a daze.
It's almost dawn?
No, it's getting dark!
"Are you running away?" Ji Xing whispered.
Dang - the blades connected again. Such words were passed into his ears. Black Death Mou froze, and quickly sneered: "Do you want to die with me in this way? A human swordsman, the one who lives to the end.
He is the winner!"
Ji Xing's knife was swung away with a clang, and he was scarred by the slash. Like an evil ghost, he turned around and ran towards the shade in the distance. After a few dozen meters, he turned around and swept away.
Ji Xing didn't pursue him.
He must be unable to pursue anymore. His blood is almost drained, right? After all, I won!
I didn't lose to anyone but you!
Yuanyi!
I won't lose!
At this time, Hei Shimo's footsteps suddenly stopped. He realized that his body was out of control, turned around, and ran towards Ji Xing again.
A look of shock appeared on his face, and he instantly understood what was going on: "Master Wuhan! The injuries suffered by this human being should be fatal. His blood is almost drained. I..."
clang--
The blades met, and his body launched an uncontrollable attack on Ji Xing again!
"Master Wuhan! It's almost dawn!"
"Master Wuhan, no!"
After several shouts of surprise, Hei Shimo gradually understood.
Compared with whether you die or not, the most important thing is to confirm the death of this human swordsman like Yuanyi who has mastered He Dao!
His eyes met Ji Xing's, and he found that his already somewhat hazy eyes were still cold and indifferent, as if the injury he suffered was insignificant, as if he had already expected that he would be manipulated by Wu Mei to look back!
This look, this feeling?!
He suddenly recalled his last meeting with Yuanyi. Yuanyi said to him sadly: "How sad, brother..."
What's so sad about this?
Where am I pathetic?!
He never understood.
Now, he seems to understand.
Life and death are in Mukai's hands, no matter how strong I am, no matter how immortal I am, is this really me, is this what my samurai Tsukuni Iwakatsu wants?
What have I transcended?
What did I defeat?!
puff--
His body was cut in half, and Yuanyi's relic, a flute, fell to the ground.
Wu Kuai will not care whether he is injured or not, Wu Kuai only cares about whether he can kill the enemy!
puff--
The ghost blade pierced Ji Xing at the same time!
Those branches instantly caused exaggerated damage to Ji Xing, causing the decapitating sword he followed to hover in the air, flip over and insert into the ground, but his body did not fall down and he looked down at Hei Shimo.
Hei Shimo, who was cut in half by He Dao, was no longer able to move. The two halves of his body slowly let go of his Ghost Sword, and he lay on the ground panting rapidly.
Vomiting blood, pain, and ferociousness.
A sad smile gradually appeared on his face.
It gradually turned into calm again.
"I just want to be you, Yuanyi, why is it getting further and further away?"
"In the end, I won no one."
"Why was I born in this world? To set you off? How sad...how sad!"
The first ray of sunlight in the morning fell, incinerating the two halves of the black body into nothingness!
This one of the top strings, with confusion, disappeared from the world forever!
A few seconds later, in the distance, Tanjiro, Tamashi and Yushiro appeared at the end of the line of sight at the right time.
Ji Xing turned around to look, coughed, vomited out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees softly.
Zhu Shi covered her mouth, tears flashing.
Yushiro looked shocked.
Tanjiro's eyes were about to burst.
"Mr. Kamishi?!"
In Kyoto, Wuhan smiled with relief: "Just kill him, at least kill him. Huh, one of the top strings? It's also a waste..."