A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 420 413. Vulcan
"Do not worry……"

Tanjiro adjusted his breathing, constantly suggesting to himself.

This ghost did not give him an invincible sense of oppression, no, it should be said that there is no ghost in this world that can give him a stronger sense of oppression than the teacher.

This is his advantage, allowing him to deal with the enemy calmly at all times.

"It's just that those silk threads that are tougher and denser than steel are too troublesome. First find a way to cut them off..."

Thinking of this, Tanjiro stepped forward holding the broken half-handled Japanese sword.

Although the Sun Wheel Knife has been broken, and only about ten centimeters of the blade remains, as long as the distance is controlled, it can still cut things.

Tanjiro knows that he can't lose, because if he loses, he won't be able to protect Nezuko.

So don't stop.

The breath of water, the shape of ten, life and death.

This is his strongest sword skill, as long as it keeps stacking up, it will become stronger and stronger if you don't stop!It will always be strong enough to cut these annoying threads.

There seemed to be the sound of water flowing in the air, like a giant dragon churning in the water, making this space flow.

The broken blade swung in Tanjirou's hands with increasing force.

"Boom-"

The violent slash struck the incoming silk thread like a dragon wagging its tail, and there was a crisp sound like a broken string.

cut off!Tanjiro breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as these threads can be cut off, then there is nothing to be afraid of!
He is confident that as long as he rushes to this ghost in one go, this ghost will definitely not be his opponent.

"!?"

Lei Jing frowned, looking in surprise at the human teenager who hadn't given up.

Even though the knife was broken, he still didn't give up, and even cut off his silk thread with that broken knife and kept approaching, which made him even more annoyed.

"Go to die obediently, can't you?"

Tanjiro roared angrily and stepped closer.

"I want to protect my sister, how can I die here!?"

"younger sister?"

Tired is a little unclear, so, "Are you the ghost behind you?"

He saw the wooden box thrown on the ground by Tanjiro not far away, and a ghost poked its head out of the wooden box suspiciously.

"How can humans and ghosts be brothers and sisters? It's ridiculous, you have no right to question my bond with 'family'."

"It's pathetic..."

A trace of pity flashed across Tanjiro's face.

He really smelled a puzzled question from the ghost.

"We are different from you! It turns out that you... really don't understand anything!"

"what are you talking about?"

His tired face became extremely gloomy.

"Mere human beings can only talk big!"

As he spoke, his tired hands intertwined, scarlet blood began to ooze from the fingertips, and the blood began to spread crazily along the silk thread.

Blood Ghost Art · Kesi Rao.

The dense silk thread was instantly dyed blood red, and the scarlet spider web completely enveloped Tanjiro who was rushing in, making it impossible to avoid.

Tanjiro's face suddenly changed.

The taste of these silk threads is completely different from the previous ones, stronger and more dangerous!

His sword skills have not yet reached their peak, and it is impossible to cut these threads with his current strength.

"What to do? What to do? What to do?"

Facing the scarlet spider web covering him, Tanjiro kept thinking.

But no matter how he thought about it, there seemed to be no way out.

He couldn't stop cutting these silk threads, but he couldn't resist. His intuition told him that if these silk threads were even more terrifying than before, they would be torn into pieces if he touched them with his body.

The gap between humans and ghosts is too obvious, even when the other party is 'reluctant', he can only dodge constantly, and finally found a chance to get close, but now the other party has already become murderous.

"It can only end here..."

Seeing the criss-crossing threads getting closer and closer, Tanjiro was a little annoyed.

In a daze, he remembered what Miss Zhu Shi had given him.

It is said... that is a potion that can make people stronger!Right now in his arms.

"Do you want to use it?"

If you use it, you will almost die, if you don't use it, you will die immediately, and you don't have to think about what to do!

Before he had time to think carefully, Tanjirou had already taken out the potion.

"what is this?"

Tired saw Tanjiro's movements, "It doesn't matter..."

Although it is not clear what the boy in front of him took out, he will not give the other party any chance.

Pulling the silk thread vigorously with both hands, the silk thread enveloping Tanjirou suddenly accelerated and gathered.

The sharp silk thread that was caught in the net tore through the air, and Tanjiro would be cut into pieces in just one second, no matter what he took out, it was meaningless.

"It's over..."

Tanjiro, who was almost completely enveloped, had a look of despair on his face.

He didn't know the specific effect of this potion, but no matter how strong it was, it couldn't take effect immediately.

Unless this potion can make him have a steel-like body or a ghost-like recovery ability immediately, even if he uses it, there is only a dead end.

This is the battle between man and ghost, never fair and cruel.

Tanjiro realized that he seemed to be losing and would die, but he obviously had a reason why he couldn't lose.

Numerous pictures kept flashing before his eyes, and time seemed to stand still for a while.

Regarding the reason why people see revolving lanterns before death, one of the sayings is that people who are about to die are looking for a way to compare with 'death' in their own experience and memory.

Tanjiro's brain is thinking rapidly at this moment, desperately looking for a way to break the situation.

Finally, in the deepest part of his memory, he recalled a thin figure.

"dad?"

"why?"

Tanjiro was a little puzzled.

He did not understand why it was his frail father who was recalled at such moments.

But his body moved by itself.

"Tanjirou, adjust your breathing...adjust your breathing...remember..."

"Become... the god of fire..."

Tanjiro finally recalled the dance he had learned since he was a child.

It is a kagura passed down from generation to generation in their family.

The Zaomen family has been engaged in fire-related work since a long time ago. It is said that in order to avoid injuries and disasters, they dance Kagura dance at the beginning of each new year, praying to the "God of Fire" to bless the safety of their families.

Tanjiro has been learning this dance for as long as he can remember.

He always thought it was a kind of miraculous dance, because his father was so weak, but he was able to dance this dance until dawn in a snowy day.

He still remembers that his father told him that the secret lies in the breathing method, which is a breathing method that will not tire you no matter how strenuous exercise you do!
"Tanjiro, promise Dad... we must pass Kagura Mai and this earring down from generation to generation..."

Recalling his father's advice in his ears, Tanjirou suddenly realized.

"I see……"

It turns out that he has always been able to breathe, although he doesn't know why, but the kagura dance passed down from generation to generation by his family is a kind of breathing!
The air became restless, and the sword skills like a swimming dragon suddenly changed.

Tanjirou breathed the scorching heat from the air, and he felt like his lungs were going to explode.

The whole figure seemed to be burning, and the slash like a fire dragon tore the scarlet spider web in front of him.

These incomparably tough spider threads seemed to be burned by fire, and were annihilated in an instant.

Kagura, the God of Fire, Circle Dance!
Tanjiro's figure rushed out of the encirclement like a raging fire.

"..."

Tired stared expressionlessly at the scene in front of him.

He really didn't expect that this young man could cut off the spider silk he strengthened with the vampire technique.

The aura on the boy's body was completely different from before, it was as hot as a burning fire, and for some reason it made him a little flustered.

"But that's all there is to it."

A cold, heartless voice reached Tanjiro's ears.

The next moment, Tanjiro's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the knife forcibly stopped against the backlash of strength.

The broken sun wheel knife stopped at the slender neck.

"so close……"

Tanjiro finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then yelled, "You bastard! Cough cough...cough..."

"Humph."

Tired looked indifferently at the boy who suddenly fell to his knees and coughed rapidly.

"What? Don't cut it?"

"Well--"

Nezuko, who was bound by the spider silk, struggled desperately, and the sharp silk thread drew fine bloodstains on her body.

"Cough... you bastard!!!"

Tanjiro roared angrily, he didn't expect this guy to be so despicable, to pull Nezuko over to block the knife at a critical moment.

"you lose."

A merciless voice came from above.

Tired expressionlessly looked down at the boy who was kneeling on the ground and struggling to breathe.

At this moment, Tanjiro had difficulty breathing because he forcibly switched between the two breathing methods.

"It's called breathing, right?"

Lei asked lightly, "You humans rely on this kind of thing to fight us, but it seems that you have no other way now, right?"

He waved his hand lightly, and the spider web wrapped around the broken Hikari sword in Tanjiro's hand like it was alive.

At this moment, Tanjiro is really unarmed, and his breathing method is completely confused, and he cannot use it for a short time.

"Are you brothers and sisters?"

Looking at Nezuko bound by the spider silk, and looking at the angry expression on Tanjirou's face, he asked with a sneer.

"I've changed my mind now, you seem to treasure your sister...then torture the two of you to death together, oh no, your sister is a ghost~ You don't seem to be able to be with her It's a pity to die."

"What did you say!?"

Tanjiro struggled to get up slowly.

"Ah--"

Looking tiredly and disdainfully at the struggling young man in front of him, "What can you do now? What is the difference between you and ants without a knife and breathing method?"

He raised his hands, and the spider silk formed a web between his hands, with a triumphant smile on his face.

He won, how could a human possibly understand his bond with 'family'?Such a stupid human being would be fine if he died!Even that adult recognized his bond with his 'family', what qualifications do human beings have to question?
"go to hell."

Blood Ghost Art: Killing Eye Cage.

The hemispherical spider web enveloped Tanjiro's whole body, and as long as it was closed, he could be torn into pieces.

But even in the face of a deadly threat, Tanjiro showed no trace of fear on his face.

Because he is now in a rage.

"Only you...absolutely unforgivable!"

tread--

The ground seemed to tremble slightly.

Tanjiro planted his feet firmly on the ground.

At this moment, he is extremely grateful that he has received hellish training.

His physical fitness far beyond ordinary people and his ability to endure pain allow him to continue to act even in his current state.

Although he couldn't use the breathing method because his breath was too chaotic, but now he can blast the bastard in front of him just by relying on anger!
Tanjiro raised his clenched fist, facing the spider web covering him and the evil spirit in front of him, his eyes were burning with anger.

"Are you in a hurry to court death?"

He looked at the human in front of him tiredly.

what did he seeThis ridiculous human actually clenched his fist in front of the ghost?What use are fists to ghosts! ?

It seems that without waiting for him to close the spider web, this idiot will bump into it by himself and be cut into pieces of meat.

Tanjiro's clenched fist frantically blasted towards the tough threads that enveloped him.

Now he has no other choice.

But he remembered the teacher's last teaching.

Every inch of weapon is short, every inch is dangerous.

And the fist is the most dangerous weapon.

If you are afraid of death, don't throw your fist.

The punch that the teacher taught him is called 'No Er Hit'.

At this moment, Tanjiro finally understood the meaning of this punch.

Are you afraid of dying?
Facing the target in front of him, Tanjiro threw his fist without any hesitation at all.

Since he set foot on the battlefield of fighting with ghosts, he has already put life and death aside, and the only thing he can't let go of is Nezuko.

Now this punch is his best punch.

He knew that he could not be as good as the teacher.

This punch can't kill a ghost, and maybe even a serious injury can't be done, but even if you smash your body to pieces, you still have to break through the cage and create a chance for Nezuko to escape!
"Foolishness."

Looking at Tanjiro who was punching at the spider web he had laid and wanted to rush out, he taunted ruthlessly.

But the next moment his expression changed.

"Get your filth off Nezuko!"

Two identical words exploded in Tired's mind.

One is full of anger, and the other is the indifference of the soul.

Tanjiro looked at his fist in a daze.

Because before touching the spider web, those silk threads were annihilated strangely.

Although he was a little puzzled, his fist didn't stop.

This is an opportunity, take advantage of this opportunity to blow away the evil spirits in front of you!
Tired hadn't realized what had happened, but saw the young man breaking through his 'cage' inexplicably, a calloused fist enlarging in his eyes.

"boom--"

The head exploded in an instant, and the whole body flew upside down.

"Nezuko! Hurry up..."

It was too late to care about the ghost that was beaten into the air, Tanjiro knew that without the Japanese sword, it was impossible to kill the ghost.

He could only immediately turn his head and yell at Nezuko, hoping that she could leave now.

But when he turned around, he saw his younger sister was lying quietly in the arms of an old man at the moment, her peaceful appearance should have fallen into a deep sleep.

The old man caressed Nezuko's head, his transparent eyes were full of tenderness.

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