A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 430

"I will eat you?"

Hearing this, Xuan Hao felt a little speechless.

He didn't have the slightest interest in the three ghosts in front of him. If it wasn't for the lack of manpower, he wouldn't even bother to do it.

In fact, the most ideal situation should be for Tanjiro and his three boys to separate the three ghosts one by one. Unfortunately, there are too many civilians on this train who need to be protected, so it is not the time to train children.

A strong wind suddenly blew, and the three ghosts finally couldn't hold back and broke the silence.

Because they start to panic.

Seeing the old man in front of them getting closer and closer, and thinking that another pillar who defeated Nightmare would come soon, their plan of delaying time was instantly destroyed.

"Fight!"

A few white arcs of light streaked across the air, which were the sharp claws of the three ghost fingers.

Zheng——

"what!"

The long knife cut through the air and set off a sonic boom, and Ling Yuzi split out and rushed to the front clone, whose neck was cut off instantly.

"It's now!"

Ling Yuzi, who was hiding behind, roared at the other two ghosts.

The dissipated body of her clone moved again, desperately trying to hold the Sun Wheel Knife.

This is their plan.

Use the avatar to restrain the sun wheel knife in the ghost hunter's hand, and then the other two ghosts took the opportunity to attack.

Seeing this, Xuan Hao shook his head slightly.

He seems to understand why these ghosts can only be the ghosts of the strings, and can only be used as cannon fodder by Wu Mi.

No brains.

These ghosts should only want to get more blood from Wu Mi to become stronger, right?
They should never have thought about why they were so weak.

Whether it is a powerful ghost hunter or a ghost, what is powerful is never the weapons in their hands or those fancy tricks, but the body and combat awareness that has been exercised to the extreme.

Sick Ye and the potter's wheel had quickly arrived in front of Xuan Hao, and the two ghosts attacked one from the left and the other from the right.

The sharp claws seemed to be able to smash the human in front of them in the next moment, but under their surprised eyes, the human actually let go of the sun wheel knife in his hand.

"What!?" They never thought that a ghost hunter would give up his blade on the way to fight a ghost, let alone face three ghosts who had fallen from the string at the same time.

But soon they understood why.

Because there is an absolute strength gap between them and this human being.

Xuan Hao raised his leg and kicked the potter's wheel with a sideways kick that was full of surprise. The red and white mixture and bone fragments splashed, and his body was also thrown to the ground not far away by this force.

Sick Ye, who followed closely behind, shrank his pupils sharply when he saw this scene.

He hadn't imagined that there was such a huge gap between the Ghost of the Lower String and Zhu, it seemed... Even without the Sun Wheel Saber, it was impossible for them to injure each other in a short time.

Just as he was about to give up the attack and retreat one after another, looking at the wretched appearance of the potter's wheel, the old man in front of him moved again.

Turn around and trample.

"!?"

boom--

Cracks appeared on the ground in an instant.

"puff--"

Sick Ye spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He wanted to raise his head, but his body was trampled.

The speed and strength of this old man, who seemed to be about to fall into the ground, made them completely unable to parry.

Ling Yuzi's avatar also completely dissipated at this time, and the Sun Wheel Knife caught in her hand fell to the ground, just stuck in Sick Ye's ear, causing his pupils to shrink sharply in fright.

"Any last words?"

Xuan Hao pulled out the sun wheel knife stuck in the ground, looked at the ghost under his feet and asked indifferently.

"don't want……"

"puff--"

There was a sound of the sharp blade cutting through the flesh and blood, and the blood splashed from the sick leaf's neck. He opened his mouth and couldn't speak anymore.

"I asked you to say your last words, not to ask you to beg for mercy."

Xuan Hao shook his head helplessly, retracted the foot that was stepping on the ghost, and let the ghost's body gradually dissipate.

He turned his head to look at the remaining two ghosts.

One has not fully recovered from the head kicked by him just now, and the other looks like a female ghost, which is already kneeling on the ground trembling at this moment, with pale yellow liquid dripping from both legs.

"Don't...don't come here!"

Seeing the old man walking slowly towards him, Ling Yuzi crawled backwards on both hands and feet.

Xuan Hao remained silent and did not speak, but continued to walk in the direction of Ling Yuzi.

As he walked, he felt the surrounding aura, but there was no similar aura. It seemed that the one in front of him should be the main body.

Just halfway there, there was a roaring sound from behind.

The recovered potter's wheel seemed ready to go all out.

Blood Demon Art · Berserk.

Accompanied by the roar, his body suddenly swelled in a circle, and the raised veins all over his body seemed to burst at any moment.

The soil on the ground that the potter's wheel stepped on was lifted up, and his body exploded towards Xuan Hao's back, with creepy bone spurs growing on his arms, piercing towards the back of Xuan Hao's head with a fierce wind.

However, Xuan Hao seemed to be able to see what was behind him, but he only tilted his head slightly, his long pale hair flew away due to the strong wind, and the bone spurs brushed past his ears, with a slight difference.

Then he raised his hand expressionlessly and grabbed the opponent's wrist. The muscles under Haori swelled slightly, and the strength came instantly, but there was a scream of pain in an instant.

The wrist that the potter's wheel attacked was crushed, but the pain didn't seem to stop him from attacking. He felt that there was a huge gap in strength, and he could only do his best with no way out.

The biggest advantage of ghosts is that they will not weaken their combat effectiveness due to injuries. In close combat, he has the advantage!
Thinking of this, the potter's wheel gritted his teeth and continued to attack, stretching out his other hand as if crazy.

"Ugh……"

A slight sigh came.

Xuan Hao let go of the ghost's hand.

Turn around and swing the knife.

Take back the knife and look at it.

This Japanese sword is just an ordinary Japanese sword made by the Demon Slayer Squad, so the quality is naturally not comparable to the one he gave to Tanjiro.

Maybe it was because his strength was too strong, this knife couldn't bear it, but after only a few chops, it already broke a little bit.

However, it is completely enough to kill these few ghosts who are under the bow.

The potter's wheel looked at his outstretched arm whirling in the air in surprise, his eyes began to dim.

Looking at the sun wheel knife raised by the old man again, he seemed to have felt the coming of death.

"hateful!"

The potter's wheel was full of fear and resentment.

He is just a ghost, why was he sent to deal with 'Zhu'?
Now how to do?
escape?
No, even if he could escape from this old guy, he would be killed by that lord when he went back. It seemed that there was only death in front of him.

Only by killing this old guy can he survive.

But can't win.

Can't win anyway.

Looking at the old face in front of him, and those eyes with murderous intent, he couldn't even raise the slightest thought of resistance.

"Dead."

boom--

Just when the potter's wheel was feeling desperate, a loud noise suddenly came from behind the old man in front of his eyes.

It seemed that something flew over from the forest over there and smashed there, setting off a cloud of smoke and dust.

After the smoke cleared, a figure covered in dark blue tattoos appeared in the sight of the potter's wheel.

A deep pit was smashed into the ground by that figure.

He stood up slowly, the aura exuding from his body was suffocating, and the short pink hair flew up with the explosive aura.

In the pupils, there is a shocking word——Shangxian · Three.

"Winding...the third?"

The potter's wheel looked at the ghost who came here in shock.

That is the third of the winding, Yiwozuo.

He has never been qualified to see it with his own eyes, but he has heard rumors of this one.

This is the legendary Ghost of Winding String, Ghost of Dou, with short peach-red hair and dark blue tattoos all over his body, which are said to be the 'sin' left by him when he was a human.

It is said... this guy killed many people when he was still a human, so he was chosen by that lord.

And because that adult admired his strength, he also tolerated his 'bad habit' of eating human beings that he was very disgusted with.

You must know that if ordinary ghosts don't actively eat people and become stronger, they will be dealt with directly by that adult.

But this wounded ghost is different, the adult tacitly allowed him to have his own creed 'advocate the strong, hate the weak, don't kill women, don't eat women'.

This is simply... too enviable!Thinking of this, the potter's wheel eyes were full of resentment.

He finally understood.

All of this was calculated by that adult.

That lord didn't expect them to kill Zhu at all, they were just dispensable cannon fodder!It would be best if it could consume the physical strength of these human beings, but that would be fine.

Because the real hunter is the winding ghost who is here at this moment!
Sure enough, the ghost of the lower string cannot defeat Zhu, after all, I heard that the standard for a member of the Demon Slayer Team to become Zhu is to be measured by whether he can defeat the ghost of the lower string.

He finally came to his senses, it seemed that from the very beginning, these ghosts who were under the string had no way out.

"It's... so sad."

The potter's wheel was full of unwillingness.

Because he even saw the pity in the eyes of the humans in front of him.

"It turns out that, neither the ghost hunters nor the strings have taken us seriously..."

The ghosts who were wiped out one after another by the ghost hunters have always been the lower-level ghosts.As for the upper string, there has been no change in staffing in the past hundred years, and they even killed many "pillars" that frightened the ghost of the lower string.

"Is this... the difference in strength?"

The strength of the ghosts of the lower strings and the ghosts of the upper strings is not in the same dimension at all!

"Tread...tread..."

There was the sound of steady footsteps full of power from behind.

However, Xuan Hao didn't look back, and the movements in his hands didn't stop at all.

The sun wheel knife slowly slashed across the neck of the ghost in front of him.

The eyes of the potter's wheel were full of despair, and his body gradually disappeared into the dark night.

No miracle happened.

Neither the ghost hunter in front of him nor the winding ghost who rushed over seemed to care about his life or death.

"This……"

Ling Yuzi was still sitting on the ground shivering.

Of course she also saw the scene in front of her.

There is a winding ghost coming.

Originally thought that they were saved, but the scene in front of her instantly made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

This Shangxian wasn't here to save them at all.

No, the winding target wasn't even the old man in front of him.

Yiwozuo passed by Xuanhao calmly.

From the beginning to the end, Xuan Hao never looked back.

He stood there quietly, sheathing his knife.

And Yiwozuo, who came from behind him, just passed him by. Although he was aggressive, he didn't show the slightest killing intent, and even the fighting intent was not aimed at him.

Seeing the back of Yiwozuo leaving, Xuanhao was a little surprised.

This ghost... seems to have a personality?Forget it, never mind,

Xuan Hao shook his head, turned around and prepared to clean up the only remaining ghost that was trembling with fear.

Yiwozuo who passed Xuanhao's side accelerated again.

The swiftly running figure set off smoke and dust on the wasteland, heading straight for the train in the distance.

He felt the fiery fighting spirit that made his blood boil.

That breath was hot and sincere, and in Yiwozuo's eyes, it was as dazzling as a fire burning in the dark night.

"It was amazing!"

That is his ideal goal!

Just from the aura, he could feel that it was a strong man at the peak, as dazzling as the scorching sun at noon, and he had already cultivated to the highest level!
This is the realm he pursues, and this is the strong man he longs to fight against!
Of course, Yiwozuo didn't know that he was passing by the god of death just now.

No one in this world can see through Xuan Hao's current state, and Yi Wozuo can't feel the "stimulation" from Xuan Hao.

In his eyes, such a senile old guy does not meet his hunting standards at all, and he will die soon if he doesn't care about it. He can't wait to have a bloody death fight now, how can there be extra energy wasted in such a quick death on the guy?

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With the efforts of Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang and others, the train finally stopped smoothly.

None of the passengers in the car were injured.

Zenitsu, who had protected a section of the carriage, lay asleep in the carriage, and Tanjiro stroked Nezuko's head and praised Nezuko's efforts.

Only Inosuke was so angry that he didn't seem to be enjoying himself at all. In this ambush, he felt that he was completely useless except for finding the vital points of the ghost. Could such a performance make the old man accept him as a disciple?

Just when several people were relieved, Xing Shoulang frowned.

He looked seriously at the direction of the forest behind him.

"Where is it?"

"It's the direction of the teacher!" Tanjiro replied, he saw Xuan Hao jumping off the train to deal with the three ghosts, "The teacher seems to be entangled by the three ghosts, but he said there is no problem, what's wrong? "

"The ghost of the string?"

Xing Shoulang was puzzled.

How could it be possible for the ghost to haunt Mr. Xuan Hao?Not even three!

And... the breath he feels now is not as simple as the ghost of the string!

There was a menacing aura coming towards him from that direction, at an extremely fast speed, and that strange sense of oppression had never been seen before.

There is no other possibility, it must be the winding ghost!

Xing Shoulang's eyes became serious.

Because even the Winding Ghost couldn't beat Mr. Xuan Hao?
"What happened? Why is Mr. Xuan Hao over there, and there is still a winding ghost coming from that direction?"

Purgatory Xing Shoulang was a little confused, but he still got all [-] points ready to fight.

He hasn't served as Yan Zhu for a long time, and he hasn't met the ghost of winding strings yet.

It should be said that the ghosts of winding strings have rarely appeared in the past hundred years, and few of the current pillars have any experience in fighting with ghosts of winding strings.

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