A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 432 425. Purgatory

"drink!"

Anjuro roared angrily, stood firm, and poured all his strength into the Nichirin Sword. In an instant, the 'Fire Tiger' roared towards him like a tiger descending from a mountain.

Yiwozuo punched hard and struck hard in the direction of the 'Fire Tiger' at an extremely fast speed, and a crackling sonic boom sounded.

The two hot air waves collided together, and the air that was squeezed to the extreme exploded instantly.

boom--

With a violent roar, the soil on the ground cracked with the two people at the center, and the howling wind made Tanjiro and others who were watching the battle unable to open their eyes.

The air waves rising into the sky were as hot as rising flames and did not stop until the end of the night sky.

After the explosion, smoke and dust filled the air.

Suddenly, a figure stepped back from the diffuse smoke, leaving a long bloody trail in the air, which was the blood of a ghost.

This time, Xingshou Lang seemed to have the upper hand in the confrontation. Scarlet blood burst out from Yiwozuo's fists, and his entire body couldn't help but retreat, leaving deep carvings on the ground with his heels.

The smoke cleared.

A figure like a burning flame slowly emerged.

Purgatory Anjuro stood there motionless, but if you look closely, you will find that the hand holding the knife is trembling slightly.

Blood continued to flow down the back of his hand.

The bursting wind was as sharp as a razor, drawing bloody streaks on his skin exposed outside his uniform.

Along with the heavy breathing, Xingjuro's whole body kept rising and falling. Even if he tried his best to adjust his breathing, the energy he had consumed would not be restored.

Faced with Yiwozao's almost all-out frontal attack, Xingshourou chose to accept it head-on.

Because it was a close fight, but not a fair one.

The head-on confrontation brought a great burden to Anjuro.

It has nothing to do with strength, this is the difference between humans and ghosts.

Perhaps Xingshou Lang is slightly stronger than Yi Wo Zuo at this moment, but human physical strength has its limits after all, but ghosts have no limits.

It's not that Anjuro chose a head-on confrontation, it's that he only had this choice!

When there is not much difference in strength between the two sides, sneak attacks and dodges are meaningless in this battle and will only speed up the consumption of physical strength.

Whether it is a roundabout battle or a frontal attack, the effect is the same.

If the battle cannot be ended before his physical strength is exhausted enough to affect his combat effectiveness, Anjuro will gradually fall into a disadvantage as time goes by.

this is the truth.

Look at the other side.

Yiwozuo still had an excited smile on his face.

He licked the blood remaining on his fist, his breath not disturbed at all.

"That's great! That's great! Anjurou!"

He excitedly extended another invitation to Anjuro, "I really admire you! Become a ghost! In that case, you will definitely become a more powerful ghost than me!"

"Huh-huh-"

What answered him was the sound of breathing that gradually became even.

Xing Jurou's eyes did not change at all from the beginning to the end, and the determination in his eyes could be seen with just a little bit of emotional intelligence.

Of course Yiwozuo is not stupid, and of course he can also see Xingshou Lang's determination.

But he still didn't understand, and even felt annoyed.

"Why? Why don't you accept my invitation?"

Yes, he had sent the same invitation to the strong humans more than once, but they were all rejected.

He didn't understand why these people refused his invitation.

Don't these people want to become stronger? As long as the same pursuers of martial arts have unlimited time, they can compete with each other unlimitedly and become stronger!

Isn't this good?

"Xingjulang... if this continues, I will have no choice but to kill you..."

The smile gradually disappeared from Yiwozuo's face, and his voice was full of disappointment.

"This pleasing swordsmanship and this fascinating power will cease to exist as soon as you die! Do you understand?"

"You are only human, Anjuro."

Yiwo Zuo persuaded again earnestly, "Even if you are determined to die and fight with me, what's the point? Your strength is not strong enough to cause fatal harm to me. You have to know that for me, All but the fatal wounds are meaningless."

As he spoke, he opened his arms towards Xingjulang, showing off his perfect and strong body.

There was not a single scratch on his entire body. Even if Anjuro was so powerful, as long as he didn't cut his neck, the rest of the injuries would be like scratching an itch to him and wouldn't even leave a trace.

"No matter how hard humans struggle, they are destined to be unable to defeat ghosts."

"Your nonsense...is too much!"

A confident smile appeared on Anjuro's face after he had adjusted his breathing. He held the Nichirin sword with both hands and raised the blade again. The feathers tattooed with flames were flying in the wind. His whole figure was like a burning fire, and his momentum became more and more powerful.

"As long as you are a human being, you are destined to die. But today is not my day to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xingjulang took the initiative to attack again.

There is no point in delaying time. The only way to end this battle is to cut off the neck of the ghost in front of you.

The fire in his heart has never been extinguished, no matter whether it is winding up or something, as long as the fire is still burning, he will not lose!

"what a pity."

Seeing Xingshou Lang disobeying the advice, Yi Wo Zuo suddenly became expressionless.

The Yanzhu in front of him was the strongest human being he had seen in hundreds of years. With only his human body, he was able to suppress him at full strength. This was unprecedented before.

He could even admit that if he were also a ghost, he would not be a match for the man in front of him.

But... there is no if.

"If you don't accept it... then at least let me freeze your time at your strongest moment!"

Yiwozuo clenched his fists, feeling endless regret in his heart.

He really admired the humans in front of him, but they would eventually run counter to each other.

Both sides have gone all out, and it is impossible to show mercy.

The only result is to dance until the last moment!

"Such a strong fighting spirit, such amazing strength, and such a firm will. If possible, I wish I could fight with you forever!"

Seeing the fire rising in front of him as if it could light up the sky, Yiwozuo once again launched the technique.

Pale fighting spirit lingered, snowflake-like lines spread under his feet, and the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop a few degrees due to his influence.

The fiery fighting spirit collided with the cold and biting killing intent.

Tanjiro and Inosuke, who were watching the battle, raised their voices in their throats, and even the body of Zenitsu, who was still sleeping, began to tremble.

"These two people... have no flaws and can't get in!" Inosuke was sweating profusely.

These two people were so powerful that the space around them was like a different dimension, leaving no room for them to interfere.

Inosuke's intuition told him that if he rushed into such a battlefield rashly, there would be only one consequence - sudden death on the spot.

"Mr. Purgatory!"

Tanjiro was equally anxious, but his feelings at the moment were not much different from Inosuke's.

Tanjiro didn't know that the nine pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps were no longer what they used to be. He just remembered that when he started training, his teacher said that his strength was close to pillar level.

But now it seems that this is completely the teacher's words to comfort him!

near? He is not in the same dimension as the real pillar level at all!

tread--

Yiwozuo and Xingshoulang stepped on the ground at the same time.

The land instantly cracked open, and the entire wasteland seemed to be trembling.

Destroy and kill.

As Yiwozuo's body disappeared from the spot, the whole air seemed to explode.

The violent sonic boom exploded like thunder, and the exploding punch struck in the direction of Anjurou with destructive power.

Breath of Fire, Eight Types, Burning Sky Flames.

Xingjulang's figure also disappeared from the spot, and his whole body turned into a prairie fire, which seemed to be able to burn the entire wasteland.

The light of the sword flashed, and burning flames came from all directions, engulfing the Yiwo Zuo who was facing him.

Xingjuro knew that this winding ghost was very powerful, and it was simply a fantasy to cut off the opponent's neck with one knife.

So he could only choose the stupidest and most effective method.

Let this guy lose his ability to fight first, even if it's just for a moment!

If one knife doesn't work, there will be countless knives.

Until the flesh and blood on this ghost's body is peeled off, until he reveals that fatal flaw!

"boom--"

"boom--"

"..."

The air exploded violently, one after another, and swords and fists flashed everywhere in the wasteland, so fast that even Tanjiro couldn't see clearly.

"Is this the real 'pillar'?"

"Is every pillar so strong? But..."

Why can't we eliminate ghosts?

Tanjiro began to feel fear as he looked at the battle in front of him.

Such a powerful Mr. Purgatory can only fight to a draw with the Third Stringer, but what about the Second Stringer? What about one? What about Wu Ke?

Maybe... only the teacher

He had only experienced this kind of outrageous speed that was invisible to the naked eye and a powerful force that made the air tremble. He had only felt it from his teacher, and he had a hunch that his teacher did not use his full strength.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"happy!"

It was accompanied by wild laughter.

The two figures separated again.

Yiwozao stared at Xingshou Lang in front of him crazily, and he corrected his previous view.

The man in front of him was stronger than he imagined!

Looking at the gradually brightening sky, Yiwozuo even felt that he might not be able to kill this man today.

Xing Jurou focused his attention on the winding ghost in front of him.

The Nichirin sword with flame patterns in his hand was scarred and it looked like he couldn't hold on for much longer.

There seems to be little time left for both parties.

But Anjuro was extremely confident at this moment, and the outcome of this battle had been decided.

The Nichirin sword in his hand seems to be unable to hold up for a few more times, and may break in the next blow, but he is still confident!

Because he still has some strength left, because dawn is coming!

It's not him who should be anxious now, but the ghost in front of him!

"drink--"

Yiwozuo lowered his figure.

Dawn was coming, and he knew he couldn't continue fighting like this.

Although I really want to keep fighting with the man in front of me, the sunlight will become an obstacle between them.

"Xingjuro, you are fine!"

He admired it heartily.

"I hope you can survive this move. If you are still alive, then we have made an appointment to fight again next time!"

As he said that, Yiwozuo's face showed an excited smile again.

He sincerely hoped that this man could survive his next killing move.

Because so far, no human being has ever survived after seeing this move.

Destruction Kill·Final Style·Green Silver Chaotic Afterglow!

Along with Yiwozuo's movements, the compass needle spread out under his feet again.

His figure moved in front of Xingjulang almost instantly, and then hundreds of exploding air bombs were fired in all directions.

Each air bomb carries a terrifying power that is enough to destroy Xingjulang's body, and there are so many of them that it is impossible to completely defend against them.

But Anjuro didn't have the slightest fear in his eyes.

He raised the sun blade, and the flames rose in an instant, and dawn seemed to arrive early.

He couldn't hide, but he didn't even think about hiding.

As the Nichirin Sword was swung down, the powerful force affected all the air around Anjuro. The temperature of the rapidly whistling air rose sharply in an instant and became extremely hot. A pillar of fire seemed to fall from the sky, covering Anjuro and also in front of him. The Yiwo seat.

Breath of Fire·Mystery·Nine Types·Purgatory!

The entire space instantly turned into a real purgatory, and the rioting air that was about to burst was dominated by an even more rioting temperature.

At this moment of wielding the sword, this place belonged to Purgatory Anjuro's domain.

"It's over, evil spirit!"

The roaring sound was like thunder.

Yiwozuo looked at Xingshou Lang who was wielding the sword with dull eyes.

"How can it be?"

His special move was disrupted by the hot air.

At this moment, Xingshou Lang's whole body was burning with an invisible realm like purgatory, and the approaching air bombs were incinerated in an instant, which gave Yi Wo Zuo an illusion.

At this moment, the sun seemed to rise in Purgatory Anjuro.

He is invincible!

escape.

Such an idea came to Yiwozuo's mind.

It was almost dawn, and he should have evacuated. This was just a tactical retreat, nothing to be ashamed of!

"Whoosh——"

A sound broke through the air.

Yiwozao, who had been attacking from the front just now, ran away in the direction away from Sunrise without looking back. Even Purgatory Anjuro was stunned by such an astonishing speed.

"boom--"

The fatal explosive slash fell suddenly, but it had already landed in the air.

Facts have proved that although running away is shameful, it does work.

This is an evenly matched battle. Once one of the parties decides to retreat, it will be impossible to determine the winner.

Regardless of Xing Julang's speed or Yi Wo Zuo's speed, it was too easy to evacuate the battlefield.

It's just that Xingjulang has something to protect and has no choice but to retreat.

But Yi Wo Zuo is different. As a ghost, he has countless opportunities to make mistakes from the beginning. Even if he fails to defeat, he still has enough escape routes.

"Damn it! Don't run!"

In the past hundred years, the Demon Slayer Squad has never defeated the Oni. This is a great opportunity to kill the Oni.

Xingjuro didn't expect that this ghost, who had just dueled with him like a warrior in an upright manner, would actually run away so decisively now!

After reacting, he quickly pursued him, but Yiwozuo was extremely fast. If no one stopped him, it would be impossible for him to catch up.

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