A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 430 423. Fighting Ghost

"Is he sure you will be satisfied?"

Hearing this, Xuan Hao felt speechless.

He had no interest in the three ghosts in front of him. If it weren't for the lack of manpower, he wouldn't even bother to take action.

In fact, the ideal situation would be for Tanjiro and the other three boys to separate the three ghosts one by one. Unfortunately, there are too many civilians on this train that need protection, and this is not the time to train children.

A strong wind suddenly blew, and the three ghosts finally broke the silence.

Because they started to panic.

Watching the old man in front of them getting closer and closer, they thought that another pillar who defeated Nightmare would arrive soon, and their plan to delay time was instantly destroyed.

"Fight!"

Several white arcs of light flashed through the air, which were the sharp claws of three ghosts.

Zheng——

"ah!"

The long knife sliced ​​through the air, causing a sonic boom. The clone split off and rushed to the front, and its neck was instantly cut off.

"It's now!"

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

Her clone's dissipating body moved again, desperately trying to hold the Nichirin Sword.

This is their plan.

Use the clone to restrain the Nichirin Sword in the ghost hunter's hand, and then the other two ghosts take 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 underworld, and can only be used as cannon fodder by Wuxian.

No brains.

These ghosts should just want to get more blood from Wu Mei to become stronger, right?

They should have never thought about why they are so weak.

Whether they are powerful ghost hunters or ghosts, what is powerful is never the weapons in their hands or the fancy tricks, but the body and fighting consciousness that have been trained to the extreme.

Bingye and Luoji had quickly arrived in front of Xuanhao, and the two ghosts were attacking from the left and right.

The sharp claws seemed to be able to crush the human in front of them in the next moment, but in their surprised eyes, the human actually let go of the Nichirin Sword in his hand.

"What!?" They never thought that any ghost hunter would give up their blades while fighting ghosts, let alone face three demons 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 hit Windrush's surprised face with a step-side kick. The red and white mixture and broken bones flew away, and his body was kicked to the ground not far away due to the force.

Bian Ye, who was following closely behind, saw this scene and his pupils shrank sharply.

He didn't expect that the gap between their lower string ghosts and pillars was so big. It seemed that... even without the Nichirin Sword, it was impossible for them to hurt each other in a short time.

Just when he was about to give up the attack and retreat after looking at the miserable state of the windlass, the old man in front of him moved again.

Turn around and stomp.

"!?"

boom--

Cracks appeared on the ground for an instant.

"puff--"

Sick Ye spat out a large mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He wanted to raise his head, but his body was stepped on.

The speed and power of this old man who looked like he was about to die were completely beyond their ability to withstand.

Ling Yuzi's clone also completely dissipated at this time, and the Sun Lun Knife caught in her hand fell to the ground, just inserted into the sick leaf's ear, scaring his pupils to shrink sharply.

"Any last words?"

Xuan Hao took out the sun blade stuck in the ground, looked at the ghost that was stepped on by his feet and asked lightly.

"don't want……"

"puff--"

There was a sound as the sharp blade cut through the flesh and blood of the body, and blood spattered from Sick Ye's neck. He opened his mouth, but could no longer speak.

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

Xuan Hao shook his head helplessly, retracted his foot from stepping on the ghost, and allowed the ghost's body to gradually dissipate.

He turned to look at the two remaining ghosts.

One of them had been kicked to pieces by him and had yet to fully recover. The other one seemed to be a female ghost. She was already kneeling on the ground and shivering, and light yellow liquid could be seen flowing out of her legs.

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

Looking at the old man walking slowly towards him, Ling Yuzi crawled backwards on his hands and knees.

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

As he walked, he felt the surrounding aura, and there was no similar aura. It seemed that the one in front of him must be the original body.

Just halfway through, there was a roaring voice from behind.

The recovered windlass seemed ready to fight.

Vampire magic·Rage.

Along with the roar, his body suddenly swelled, and the bulging veins all over his body seemed to burst at any time.

The soil on the ground that the windlass stepped on was lifted up, and his body exploded towards Xuan Hao's back. Creepy bone spurs sprouted from his arms, and they stabbed at the back of Xuan Hao's head with fierce wind.

However, Xuan Hao seemed to be able to see things behind him, he just tilted his head slightly, his long pale hair flew away due to the strong wind, and the bone spurs brushed against the side of his ears, just a hair's breadth away.

Then he raised his hand expressionlessly and grabbed the opponent's wrist. The muscles under Yuori bulged slightly, and the power came instantly, and a painful scream was heard in just an instant.

Windmill's attacking wrist was crushed, but the pain did not seem to make him stop attacking. Feeling that there was a huge gap in strength, he had no way out and could only fight with all his strength.

The biggest advantage of Oni is that his combat effectiveness will not be weakened by injuries. In close combat, he has the advantage!

Thinking of this, Lailai gritted his teeth and continued to attack, stretching out his other hand as if crazy.

"well……"

A slight sigh came.

Xuanhao let go of the ghost's hand.

Turn around and swing your knife.

He took the knife back and looked at it.

This Nichirin sword is just an ordinary Demon Slayer standard Nichirin sword, and its quality cannot be compared with the sword he handed to Tanjiro.

Perhaps his strength was too strong and the knife couldn't bear it, but it had already cracked after just a few cuts.

However, it is completely enough to kill these low-stringed ghosts.

Windmill looked at his outstretched arm spinning in the air in surprise, and his eyes began to dim.

Looking at the Nichirin Sword raised by the old man again, he seemed to have felt the approach of death.

"hateful!"

Laushi's heart was filled with fear and resentment.

He is just a low-spirited ghost. Why was he sent to deal with 'Zhu'?

Now how to do?

escape?

No, even if he can escape from this old guy, he will be killed by that adult when he returns. It seems that there is only death in front of him.

Only by killing this old guy can he survive.

But can't win.

Can't win no matter what.

Looking at the old face in front of him and the murderous eyes, he couldn't even think of a single thought of resistance.

"Dead."

boom--

Just when Laushi felt desperate, there was a loud noise suddenly coming from behind the old man in front of his eyes.

It seemed like something flew over from the forest over there and hit it, causing a cloud of smoke and dust.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, a figure covered in dark blue tattoos appeared in the windlass' sight.

A deep pit was created on the ground by the figure.

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

In the pupils, there are shocking words - Shang Xian·3.

"Wound...three?"

Laushi looked at the ghost who came here with shock in his eyes.

That is the third string of the top string, the Yiwo seat.

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

This is the legendary Ghost of Winding and Fighting. He has short pink hair and dark blue tattoos all over his body. It is said that they are the 'sins' left behind when he was a human.

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

And because he appreciated his strength, the adult tolerated his "bad habit" of eating human beings that he was very disgusted with.

You must know that if ordinary ghosts do not actively eat people and become stronger, they will be dealt with directly by the adult.

But this ghost on a string was different. The adult acquiesced to him having his own creed: 'Advocate the strong, hate the weak, don't kill women, don't eat women.'

This is simply... so enviable! Thinking of this, Laushi's eyes were filled with resentment.

He finally understood.

All this was calculated by that adult.

That gentleman didn't expect them to kill Zhu at all, they were just dispensable cannon fodder! It would be best if it can consume the physical strength of these humans, but if it doesn't work, then that's it.

Because the real hunter is the winding ghost coming at this moment!

Sure enough, the Demon Slayer Demon cannot defeat Hashira. After all, I heard that the standard for a member of the Demon Slayer Corps to become a pillar is based on whether they can defeat the Demon Slayer.

He finally realized that it seemed like there was no way for these low-spirited ghosts to survive from the beginning.

"It's...so sad."

Laushi's heart was filled with dissatisfaction.

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

"I see, neither the ghost hunters nor the stringers take us seriously at all..."

Those who are continuously eliminated by ghost hunters are always the ghosts at the bottom. As for the upper string, the staffing has not changed at all in the past hundred years, and they have even killed many "pillars" that frightened the ghosts of the lower string.

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

The strength of these lower-string ghosts and upper-string ghosts are not in the same dimension at all!

"Tap...tap..."

The sound of steady and powerful steps came from behind.

However, Xuan Hao did not look back, and the movements in his hands did not stop at all.

The Nichirin Sword slowly slashed across the neck of the ghost in front of him.

Laizhu's eyes were full of despair, and his body gradually disappeared into the darkness.

No miracle happens.

Neither the ghost hunter in front of him nor the winding ghost 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.

The ghost of winding is coming.

She originally thought they could be saved, but the scene in front of her instantly made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

This top stringer is not here to save them at all.

No, the target of this winding is not even the old man in front of him.

Yiwozuo passed by Xuanhao calmly.

From beginning to end, Xuanhao never looked back.

He stood quietly and sheathed his sword.

Yiwozuo, who came from behind him, just passed him by. Although he was fierce, he did not reveal the slightest killing intention, and even the fighting intention was not directed at him.

Xuanhao felt a little surprised when he saw Yi Wo Zuo leaving.

This ghost...seems to have quite a personality? Forget it, don’t worry about it for now,

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

Yiwozuo, passing by Xuanhao, accelerated again.

The rapidly running figure stirred up smoke and dust on the wasteland, heading straight towards 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.

"That's great!"

That is his ideal goal!

Just from the breath, he could feel that he was a strong man at his peak, as dazzling as the scorching sun at noon, and he had cultivated to a state close to the highest!

This is the realm he pursues, and this is the strong man he longs to fight!

Of course, Yiwozuo didn't know that he just had a brush with death.

No one in this world can see through Xuan Hao's current state. Yiwozuo can't feel anything 'exciting' from Xuan Hao.

In his eyes, such an old guy does not meet his hunting standards at all. If he doesn't care about it, he will die soon. He can't wait to engage in a bloody fight to the death. How can he waste any extra energy on being buried so quickly? On the guy?

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Thanks to the efforts of Purgatory Anjuro and others, the train finally stopped smoothly.

None of the passengers in the car were injured.

Zenitsu, who had protected part of the carriage, was lying in the carriage fast asleep. Tanjiro stroked Nezuko's head and praised Nezuko for her 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 ghost's vital points. Can such a performance make the old man accept him as his disciple?

Just when everyone felt relieved, Xingjulang frowned.

He looked seriously toward the forest behind him.

"That's over there?"

"It's the direction of the teacher!" Tanjiro replied. He saw Xuanhao jumping off the train to deal with the three ghosts. "The teacher seemed to be entangled by the three ghosts, but he said there was no problem. What's wrong? "

"The ghost of the lower string?"

Anjuro was confused.

How could the evil spirit haunt Mr. Xuan Hao? Not even three!

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

There was a menacing aura coming towards him in that direction, at an extremely fast speed, and the strange sense of oppression was unprecedented.

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

Xingjulang's eyes became solemn.

Because even the ghost of winding cannot defeat Mr. Xuan Hao?

"What exactly happened? Why is Mr. Xuanhao over there, and why is there a winding ghost coming from that direction?"

Purgatory Anjuro was a little confused, but he still braced himself to fight.

He has not been serving as the Flame Pillar for a long time and has not yet encountered the Ghost of the Wind String.

It should be said that the Ghost of Shangxian has rarely appeared in the past hundred years, and few of the current pillars have had the experience of fighting against the Ghost of Shangxian.

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