Conan: The winery killer has a soft spot for Huiyuan

The old man was in a hurry.

Although Rock Pillar Sadness Island Gyomei couldn't see what happened, his years of hearing allowed him to roughly understand what happened.

Did the upper-rank demon with the number "One" fall behind in the first fight?

As the main force fighting against Kokushibo, he knew how powerful Kokushibo was.

It was because he knew how powerful he was that he was surprised by Luochuan's strength.

Is this why the lord entrusted his affairs to Luochuan? That's it.

Gyomei never questioned the lord's decision, but he felt that it was a bit inappropriate for the lord to entrust his affairs to someone who had only been in the Demon Slayer Corps for a few months.

But now, Gyomei understood why the lord did this.

"It's over." Luochuan looked at the wound on Kokushibo's neck that had healed in the blink of an eye, and exhaled slightly.

His voice was a little tired, but also very firm.

From the brief fight just now, Luochuan had understood that Kokushibo could no longer bring him the fatal pressure he had when they first met.

On the contrary, the person who brought the fatal pressure became himself, and this pressure was increasing exponentially.

Although Kokushibo's strength was strong, he was no longer the same as before.

This was a life-and-death contest, and only the winner could continue to live.

Luochuan brought the Sun Wheel Sword in front of him, the blade flashed with a sharp light, and the chill was pressing.

The Sun Wheel Sword covered with thunder patterns suddenly burst into a red-gold flame, which wrapped the Sun Wheel Sword around, and the flame wave rose high along the tip of the sword.

The red-gold flame burned fiercely, as if it was going to swallow up the entire space, which was daunting.

At this moment, not only did Kokushibo feel the terrifying threat from Luochuan's blade, but even the pillars beside him felt the stinging pain on their skin.

The air was filled with a burning breath, as if the whole world was surrounded by flames, and even breathing became difficult.

Luochuan's eyes shifted from the blade to Kokushibo, and the red-gold flames seemed to jump from the blade into Luochuan's eyes. His eyes also turned red-gold, emitting a heart-pounding light.

For this knife, Luochuan did not use the speed he was proud of, but just raised the Sun Wheel Sword and chopped towards Kokushibo. The movement seemed slow, but it was with unparalleled power.

The raging flames wrapped in golden lightning crossed the space and appeared directly in front of Kokushibo.

Kokushibo knew that this move could not be taken head-on, and wanted to dodge, but what made him uneasy was that he felt that no matter how he dodged, he seemed to be unable to dodge.

It was as if Luochuan's knife covered all his dodge ranges and there was no escape.

Seeing this, Kokushibo calmed down. Since he couldn't hide, he didn't hide.

He held the Hollow God with both hands, and the blade glowed coldly in the moonlight. The eyeball on the blade came alive at this moment.

Kokushibo whispered: "Moon Breathing Type 16·Moon Rainbow·Crescent Moon!"

As soon as the voice fell, Kokushibo slashed the Hollow God from bottom to top, and the blade light was like a rainbow, flashing with cold light.

Several crescent-shaped blades instantly filled the front of him, and each blade was like a substance, as if the fragments of the moon fell to the earth.

Wherever the blade light passed, the air seemed to be cut open, making a piercing whistle, the wooden board was cut, the wood chips flew, and the surroundings of Kokushibo were in a mess.

The blades in the sky with a light red halo went straight to Luochuan's knife, and each blade carried a sharp cold air, as if to tear apart everything that blocked them.

The sharp blade penetrated the air, bringing with it waves of icy breath, making the entire space shrouded in chill.

Luochuan's flames were still surging, and the red-gold flames were mixed with lightning, as if the thunder god in the fire had descended.

The flames and lightning intertwined, and the flames continued to rise along the tip of the Sun Wheel Sword, rushing straight to the blade of Kokushibo with the power of destroying the world.

The attacks of one man and one ghost collided at this moment, but this time there was no violent roar, only a slight hissing sound.

The red-gold flames instantly engulfed the crescent-shaped blade, and the flames devoured the blade bit by bit like a beast.

Kokushibo's attack seemed so fragile in front of the flames that it could not even block it for a short time, and was instantly melted. The flames continued to move forward, with a red-gold tail flame, and instantly passed through Kokushibo's neck.

This knife did not encounter any more obstacles.

Kokushibo's head was chopped off in an instant, with a solemn expression before his head was chopped off, and blood splashed.

Head spinning in the air

, blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the wooden board red.

It was not until the head fell to the ground and rolled several times that Kokushibo realized what had happened.

Blood was still gushing out from the broken neck.

Kokushibo's vision was a little blurry, but he still saw Luochuan standing not far away, holding the Sun Wheel Sword, and the remaining flames on the sword gradually extinguished.

Luochuan's eyes were full of calm, as if the victory had never been suspenseful.

Kokushibo looked at Luochuan, his eyes were first full of astonishment, and then replaced by deep unwillingness.

The same feeling, the same figure, and the disgusting tone! !

It was like this a hundred years ago, and it will be like this again a hundred years later? !

His thoughts rolled like a storm, and his heart was full of anger and resentment.

He remembered that a hundred years ago, his younger brother, the younger brother who seemed to be the chosen one, had also defeated him like this.

At that time, he felt endless shame and jealousy.

And now, this Luochuan defeated him easily again, as if history was repeating itself.

Why! Why! He has become a demon, with power beyond humans, why was he still defeated by them! !

Victory should be mine! And only mine!

Kokushibo roared in his heart, relying on a strong desire for victory and the will to live, his body began to wriggle and recover rapidly under his head.

In a few breaths, his upper body had recovered roughly.

The limbs gradually took shape, and the flesh and blood grew rapidly on the bones. Kokushibo's body seemed to be undergoing a crazy rebirth.

Seeing this, the pillars were shocked. Isn't the neck the fatal weakness of demons?

Why can Kokushibo still recover?

This recovery speed is much faster than Akaza just now. After a while, this demon will probably return to its original state again.

The upper-rank demon is a bit too scary.

Tanjiro saw that Mr. Luochuan did not move and let Kokushibo recover. He was a little anxious and immediately stepped forward and was about to speak.

But he saw Luochuan stretched out his hand to him and pressed down, signaling him not to move.

Although Tanjiro was anxious, he stopped because he had great trust in Luochuan.

Luochuan walked slowly to the side of Kokushibo's head and looked down at the face full of resentment and anger.

Hearing Luochuan's footsteps, Kokushibo's body tensed and his flesh moved more violently, but he was powerless at the moment and could only speed up his recovery further, hoping to give Luochuan a fatal blow after recovery.

But Luochuan did not move. He just looked into Kokushibo's eyes quietly, and then inserted the Nichirin sword into the wooden board in front of Kokushibo.