Conan: The winery killer has a soft spot for Huiyuan

The blade was deeply inserted into the ground, making a dull sound.

"Is this the look you long for?" Luochuan's voice was calm.

Kokushibo was stunned, not understanding what Luochuan meant. The look you long for? What?

He stared at Luochuan, somewhat puzzled.

Before Kokushibo could continue to think about what Luochuan meant, he saw his ugly appearance in the reflection of the blade.

It was a distorted face, with horns growing on the forehead, countless strips of flesh extending from the body, and skin full of cracks and scars, as if it had been cut countless times and healed again.

Kokushibo's eyes were wide open, and this look made him suddenly stunned.

Who is this? Is this who he is now?

His mind was blank. This face and this body were simply his worst nightmare.

He used to be a swordsman who pursued perfection, an extraordinary existence in both swordsmanship and appearance. And now, what has he become?

In pursuit of power and victory, he has lost the most important thing in his life.

There was some confusion in Kokushibo's eyes, and his thoughts were in chaos at this moment.

He was no longer the amazing swordsman, but a monster devoured by desire and hatred.

Recalling his childhood dream of becoming the strongest samurai, Kokushibo's heart was shaken.

He used to be a pure samurai, with his heart full of obsession with kendo and pursuit of honor.

"Is this the posture of a samurai? Is this really what I want in my heart?"

In this thought, his obsession seemed to be shaken, and the determination in his heart began to collapse.

Kokushibo's body also changed accordingly. The flesh that had recovered quickly began to slow down and stopped moving.

Although he still wanted to win and use blood demon art to defeat Luochuan, no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer be as determined as before.

His heart was full of contradictions and confusion.

Then, Kokushibo found that his body, which had just recovered, withered and collapsed again, and he could not stop it.

His muscles began to relax, his flesh and blood seemed to have lost their vitality, and his body gradually became fragile, as if it would turn into dust at any time.

His new hands drooped weakly, and the strength that once held the knife gradually disappeared.

"Why was I born in the world? Tell me, Yuichi."

This was Kokushibo's last thought.

The picture of himself and Yuichi together emerged in his mind, which was the time he missed the most.

They practiced swords together, pursued the peak of martial arts together, and had a deep brotherhood between each other.

Kokushibo's vision began to blur, and he saw Yuichi's shadow, as if he was still by his side.

Yuichi's gentle eyes made Kokushibo feel a little peace.

In the end, Kokushibo disappeared completely with his regrets and many questions that could not be answered.

His body gradually turned into ashes and scattered in the corners of the Infinite City.

Only the torn clothes and two broken flutes were left lying quietly on the ground.

He had given the flute to Yoriichi. It was not until Yoriichi died that he knew that the flute he had given away was Yoriichi's treasure for his whole life.

Guilt? Maybe a little...

"Is he dead?"

The pillars present looked at Luochuan who slowly stood up, a little dazed.

These two upper-rank demons that they had to work together to deal with were solved just like that?

Just now, these two demons were still fighting fiercely with them, but now...

Is Luochuan's strength a little too strong?

For hundreds of years, the reputation of the upper-rank demons has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. All of them have proved their strength through countless life-and-death battles.

However, in Luochuan's hands, they seemed to be just soft persimmons that could be crushed at will.

The process was so easy that everyone wondered if it was a dream.

Luochuan, the new member of the Demon Slayer Corps, how long has he been in the Demon Slayer Corps? Half a year? Or a few months?

First he quickly became a pillar, and then he killed the upper-rank demons one after another.

Is this a genius?

Luochuan stood on the high platform, pulled out the Sun Wheel Sword, and said nothing.

He snapped his fingers casually, and everyone's vision changed instantly.

The originally complex and dense space suddenly opened up, and there was a vast space in front of them, but the light was not sufficient.

There was a depressing atmosphere all around, as if something huge was blocking the transmission of light above their heads.

Sensing the abnormality of the environment, the pillars raised their heads and were surprised to see a

The huge tumor was throbbing above their heads, as if it was alive.

The tumor was a strange blood red color, and its surface was covered with veins and blood vessels, like the heart of some demon, which was extremely terrifying.

The sound of blood flowing in the tumor was clearly audible, dripping on the ground, adding a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

"How is your recovery? Muzan?" Luochuan's voice sounded at the side, with a hint of teasing.

Everyone was still immersed in the strange distortion of the tumor. When they heard Luochuan's voice, they all looked in the direction of the sound.

Luochuan appeared above the tumor at some point, with the Sun Wheel Sword raised high above his head, and the whole person exuded an extremely powerful momentum.

"Thunder Flame Breathing Type 1: Thunder Prison!"

As his voice fell, a hot flame instantly broke out from Luochuan's Sun Wheel Sword, and the flame spread rapidly like a fire dragon, instantly covering the entire passage.

The temperature of the fire storm was extremely high, and the air was filled with a scorching breath.

The fire dragon danced wildly on Luochuan's blade, making a hissing sound, as if even the air was burned and distorted.

The color of the flame gradually changed from orange-red to blazing white, and the temperature continued to rise. The surrounding rooms began to melt under the high temperature, dripping hot magma.

The storm pierced into Muzan, who had turned into a tumor, and instantly split him in two.

The power of Lei Yan's breathing was amazing, and the high temperature of the fire storm burned the cross-section of the tumor black.

The smile on Luochuan's face became even bigger. He knew that this knife could not kill Muzan directly, but it could greatly weaken Muzan's recovery ability, and even made him need to spend more time and energy to recover from his injuries.

"Luochuan!!" Muzan roared, and the sound was like the roar of a beast, deafening.

The tumor was violently agitated as if it was about to explode, as if venting the anger in his heart.

Damn, they are all a bunch of trash, they can't even delay time! If I had known this, I wouldn't have wasted my blood in vain.

Muzan's recovery ability is even more terrifying than Kokushibo's, but while Muzan was roaring, Luochuan saw that the tumor he had cut open had recovered by more than half.

In another two seconds, Luochuan might have doubted whether he had done anything.

"Keep your voice down, it hurts my ears"

Luochuan rubbed his ears, not taking Muzan's anger to heart at all. Without the help of Kokushibo and Akaza, the situation was completely under his control.

Now Muzan has only one choice, give up recovery and choose to fight him to the death, otherwise he will disappear under the sun when the sun rises.

But once he gives up recovery, Muzan's current state is simply no match for Luochuan and the pillars, and he can only choose to escape.

But will Luochuan let him get away so easily? The answer is obvious.