A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 420 413. God of Fire

"Do not worry……"

Tanjiro adjusted his breathing and kept hinting to himself.

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

This is his advantage, allowing him to remain calm at all times against his enemies.

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

After thinking about this, Tanjiro stepped forward holding the broken half of the Nichirin sword.

Although the Nichirin sword has been broken, with only about ten centimeters of blade left, it can still cut things as long as the distance is controlled.

Tanjiro knew that he couldn't lose, because if he lost, he wouldn't be able to protect Nezuko.

So can't stop.

The breath of water, the ten shapes, flows from generation to generation.

This is his strongest sword skill. As long as you keep stacking it and don't stop, it will get stronger and stronger! It will always be strong enough to cut through these annoying threads.

The sound of flowing water seemed to resound in the air, like a giant dragon tumbling in the water, making this space flow.

The broken blade swung in Tanjiro's hand with increasing force.

"Boom——"

The violent slash struck the incoming silk thread like a giant dragon waving its tail, and a crisp sound like a broken string sounded.

Cut off! Tanjiro breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you can cut off these threads, there is nothing to be afraid of!

He was confident that as long as he rushed in front of this ghost with all his strength, this ghost would definitely not be his opponent.

"!?"

Lei Jing frowned and looked at the human boy who hadn't given up yet in surprise.

Even though the knife had been broken, he still didn't give up. He even used the broken knife to cut off his thread and kept getting closer, which made him even more annoyed.

"Just go and die, can't you?"

Tanjiro roared and stepped closer.

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

"younger sister?"

Tired and confused, "Are you the ghost behind you?"

He saw the wooden box that Tanjiro had thrown on the ground not far away, and a ghost was poking its head out of the wooden box in confusion.

"How can humans and ghosts be brothers and sisters? It's ridiculous. You have no right to question the bond between me and my 'family'."

"It's really pitiful..."

A flash of pity flashed across Tanjiro's face.

He asked in confusion as he really smelled something from this ghost.

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

"what are you talking about?"

Tired face became extremely gloomy.

"Mere human beings can only talk big words!"

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

Vampire magic: Kesilao.

The dense threads were instantly dyed blood red, and the scarlet spider web completely enveloped Tanjiro's entire body, making it impossible to escape.

Tanjiro's expression suddenly changed.

The taste of these 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 that enveloped him, Tanjiro kept thinking.

But no matter how much he thought, there seemed to be no solution.

He couldn't cut through these threads, and he couldn't resist. His intuition told him that these threads, which were even more terrifying than before, would definitely be torn into pieces if he touched them with his physical body.

The gap between humans and ghosts was too obvious. Even when the opponent showed mercy, he could only keep dodging. Finally, he found an opportunity to get close, but now the opponent had murderous intentions.

"Is this the end of it..."

Watching the criss-crossing threads in front of him getting closer and closer, Tanjiro felt a little annoyed.

In a daze, he remembered what Miss Zhushi gave him.

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

"Want to use it?"

If you use it, you will have a narrow escape from death. If you don't use it, you will die immediately. You don't have to think about what to do!

Before he could think carefully, Tanjiro had already taken out the potion.

"What's this?"

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

Although he didn't know what the young man in front of him was taking out, he would not give the other party any chance.

Both hands pulled hard on the thread, and quickly gathered it towards the thread that enveloped Tanjiro.

The sharp threads like a net tore through the air. In just a second, Tanjiro would be cut into pieces. No matter what he took out, it would be 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 immediately give him a steel-like body or the same recovery ability as a ghost, there will only be a way to death even if he uses it.

This is the battle between humans and ghosts, which is always unfair and cruel.

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

Countless pictures flashed before his eyes, and time seemed to have stood still.

As for the reason why people see revolving lanterns before death, one theory is that the dying person is looking for a way to avoid death in his own experience and memory.

Tanjiro's brain was thinking rapidly at the 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 confused.

He didn't understand why he recalled his frail father at this moment.

But his body moved on its own.

"Tanjiro, adjust your breathing... adjust your breathing... think about it..."

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

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

This is kagura passed down from generation to generation in their family.

The Kamado clan 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 every new year and pray 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 that this was a very magical dance, because his father was so weak but he was able to dance like this in the snow until dawn.

He still remembers his father telling him that the secret lies in the breathing method. This is a breathing method that will not tire you no matter how strenuous exercise you do!

"Tanjiro, promise dad... you must pass on the Kagura dance and this earring from generation to generation..."

Recalling his father's instructions in his ears, Tanjiro suddenly understood.

"I see……"

It turns out that he has always been good at breathing techniques. Although he doesn’t know why, the Kagura dance passed down by his family from generation to generation is a type of breathing technique!

The air became restless, and the sword skills like a swimming dragon suddenly changed.

Tanjiro breathed hot breath into the air, and he felt like his lungs were going to explode.

The whole figure seemed to be burning, and the fire dragon-like slash tore apart the scarlet cobwebs in front of him.

These extremely tough spider silk seemed to be burned by fire and annihilated in an instant.

Kagura, the God of Fire, Round Dance!

Tanjiro's figure rushed out of the encirclement like fire.

"..."

Tired of looking at the scene in front of him expressionlessly.

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

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

"But that's about it."

A cold and ruthless voice reached Tanjiro's ears.

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

The broken Nichirin Knife rested on the delicate white neck.

"so close……"

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

"snort."

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

"What? No more cutting?"

"Well--"

Nezuko, who was bound by the spider silk, struggled desperately, and the sharp silk threads drew fine blood marks on her body.

"Ahem...you guy!!!"

Tanjiro roared angrily. He didn't expect this guy to be so mean and actually pulled Nezuko over to block the knife at the critical moment.

"you lose."

A ruthless voice came from above.

Tired expressionlessly looked down at the boy who was kneeling on the ground and having difficulty breathing.

At this moment, Tanjiro had difficulty breathing due to forced switching between two breathing methods.

"It's called breathing technique, right?"

Lei asked calmly, "You humans rely on this kind of thing to fight us, but now it seems like you have no choice, right?"

He waved his hand gently, and the spider silk wrapped around the broken Nichirin sword in Tanjiro's hand as if it was alive.

At this moment, Tanjiro is really defenseless, and his breathing method has been completely confused, and he will not be able to use it for a short time.

"You are brother and sister, right?"

After looking at Nezuko who was bound by the spider silk, and then at the angry expression on Tanjiro's face, he asked with a sneer.

"I have changed my mind now. You seem to treasure your sister very much... Then let's torture the two of you to death together. Oh no, your sister is a ghost. You seem to be unable to be with her. It’s such a shame to die.”

"What did you say!?"

Tanjiro struggled to get up slowly.

"Ah--"

Lei looked at the struggling young man in front of him with disdain, "What can you do now? What is the difference between you and an ant without a knife and breathing skills?"

He raised his hands, spider silk forming a web between them, a smile of victory on his face.

He won, how could a human possibly understand the bond between him and his 'family'? This stupid human being would be fine if he died! Even that adult recognized his bond with his 'family', so what right did humans have to question it?

"go to hell."

Vampire magic: Eye-killing cage.

The hemispherical spider web enveloped Tanjiro's entire body, and as long as it was closed, it could tear him into pieces.

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

Because he was now in a rage.

"Only you...are absolutely unforgivable!"

tread--

The ground seemed to shake slightly.

Tanjiro's feet were planted firmly on the ground.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that he had undergone hellish training.

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

Although he couldn't use the breathing method because his breath was too chaotic, now he only needed to rely on his anger to blow away the bastard in front of him!

Tanjiro raised his clenched fists and faced the spider silk covering him and the evil spirit in front of him, with anger burning in his eyes.

"Are you eager to find death?"

He looked at the human in front of him with confusion.

What did he see? This ridiculous human being actually clenched his fist in front of a ghost? What good can fists do to ghosts! ?

It looked like he didn't have to wait for him to close the cobwebs before the idiot would hit him and be cut into pieces.

Tanjiro's clenched fists frantically struck at the tough threads that enveloped him.

Now he has no other choice.

But he remembered his teacher's final instructions.

A weapon is an inch short and an inch dangerous.

The fist is the most dangerous weapon.

If you're afraid of death, don't punch.

The punch the teacher taught him was called the 'Wuer Strike'.

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

Afraid of death?

Facing the target in front of him, Tanjiro punched without any hesitation.

From the moment he stepped onto the battlefield to fight ghosts, he had already put life and death aside, and the only one he couldn't let go of was Nezuko.

Now this punch was the punch he put all his strength into.

He knew he couldn't be as good as his teacher.

This punch can't kill the ghost, and it may not even be able to inflict serious damage, but even if it breaks into pieces, it still has to break through the cage and create a chance for Nezuko to escape!

"Foolishness."

Looking at Tanjiro punching at the spider web he had laid and trying to rush out, Tiu taunted him mercilessly.

But the next moment his expression changed.

"Get that filthy thing off of Nezuko!"

Two identical words exploded in Tired's mind.

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

Tanjiro looked at his fist in a daze.

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

Although he was a little confused, his fists did not stop.

This is an opportunity, take advantage of this opportunity to blast away the evil ghost in front of you!

Before Lei could realize what was happening, he only saw this young man inexplicably breaking through his 'cage', and a fist covered with calluses was enlarging in his eyes.

"boom--"

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

"Nezuko! Hurry..."

There was no time to care about what happened to the ghost that was knocked away. Tanjiro knew that he couldn't kill the ghost without the Nichirin Sword.

He could only turn around and shout at Nezuko immediately, hoping that she could leave now.

But when he turned around, he saw his sister lying quietly in the arms of an old man. She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

The old man gently stroked Nezuko's head, his transparent eyes full of tenderness.

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