Demon Slayer: I can create my own breathing

But fortunately, he still has a final trick that he didn't use.

The tired eyes became fierce again, if he could seize an opportunity, he would definitely divide the five horses of Yuan Cangtai.

"Don't say goodbye to your sister?"

Yuan Cangtai looked at the other girl who was crushed and fainted with a smile, without a trace of pity on her face.

After all, the lord sent a lot of team members in Spider Mountain that day, but one counted one, and most of them died at their hands.

"Since it doesn't work, why should I recognize her as my sister? My family is not such a useless thing. Hearing

this, a sneer appeared on Yuan Cangtai's face, the thoughts of this child-like demon were really incomprehensible.

The so-called fetters in his mouth are tired, and family affection is just a weapon that can help him in his mouth.

If someone fails to fulfill this responsibility, they will be punished harshly.

The kinship built between fear and fear can only be false, but unfortunately tired will never understand.

"Since that's the case, then you all have to die," Yuan Cang said calmly, with a slight wave of his right hand, several thick ice spikes suddenly appeared in the sky, piercing in the direction of tiredness.

A sharp aura suddenly rose from the body of the Blood Demon Magic,

which was the final attack he was proud of, and several blood-red threads burst out from his body, easily cutting through the terrifying huge ice cube.

Immediately afterwards, all the ice spikes that fell on him were cut off, and his blood-red eyes with hatred stared at Yuan Cangtai on the throne.

"You give me death!"

The icicles under Yuan Cangtai's body were also destroyed by this force, and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

"Sure enough, you can't underestimate the lower strings, each one is not a fuel-efficient lamp!"

He clapped his palms lightly, withdrew all the power of the blood demon spell in his body, and pulled out the Nichiren Knife, which he feared would be damaged in battle.

"Originally, I wanted to solve this matter more simply, but you didn't want to."

As Gen Sota's voice fell, the spectacle made of a large piece of ice and snow under his body slowly merged and disappeared into the dirt, and the black blade of the Nichiren Sword in his hand began to appear red.

A red flame pattern appeared on the side of Yuan Cangtai's face, and the Rilun Knife in his hand continued to heat up until it became a complete He Knife.

"Since you are still dying, then you should die."

After

a few years of precipitation, Yuan Cangtai was no longer the hairy boy who had just used the Sun Call, and I saw that the extremely sharp spider silk was blocked by a dark red flowing light film on the way to Yuan Cangtai.

This eggshell-like thing is exactly the trick that Yuan Cangtai has newly realized, using the powerful flames of the Sun Breath to form a field, and any attack will be filtered by this extreme heat before hitting Yuan Cangtai.

And this membrane is the natural nemesis of such a thing as silk thread.

After melting the tired silk thread, Gen Cangtai's figure appeared like a ghost behind the tired.

The Hinawa knife in his hand steamed up the blood on it, and a burning pungent smell appeared in the air.

Ti Zheng clutched his neck in disbelief, and the extreme heat burned his throat so that he couldn't say a word.

Blood spurted out of his neck, and when it fell to the ground, it burned in the grass like a lit torch, and Yuan Cangtai waved his hand gently, and the flames were adsorbed.

The tired head fell to the ground, and there was a trace of exhaustion in his eyes.

After confirming that he was tired and finally had no breath, Yuan Cangtai approached him and took out the syringe, handed the blood to Chacha Pill, and after it disappeared, he bent down and picked up a red and white Xuanzhu like an eyeball.

This thing is the essence of tiredness as a demon.

It stands to reason that the strength of the tired is not as weak as it is in front of Gen Cangtai, and the spider silk that can cut off the Nichiren knife in one hand is enough for him to sit very firmly in the lower chord position.

It's a pity that he met such an unreasonable freak as Yuan Cangtai.

Not only has he mastered a variety of breathing methods, but he also has Tong Mo's blood ghost technique, and a big killer weapon like Sun Breath.

It's not surprising that he lost at his hands.

"Blackie, come out."

Yuan Cangtai said hello, and a black ink-like thing jumped out of the shadow, its volume was much larger than when it first came out, and now it was like a round black watermelon.

After coming out, the black shadow kept looking around, as if looking for his own food.

Then he ran to the tired position with 'joy' and devoured his shadow.

Visible to the naked eye, Xiao Hei's body has become huge, and the size of a watermelon has changed to the size of a winter melon, and this time the harvest is far greater than the harvest in the ghost house.

Xiao Hei returned to Yuan Cangtai's shadow safely after swallowing

, Yuan Cangtai closed his eyes and carefully understood the information from Xiao Hei, he felt that Xiao Hei's detection range had expanded again, and now there was another tracking function.

"It seems that the gap between the lower string and the lower string is also very large!"

Yuan Cangtai pondered.

In his opinion, the difference in strength between the twelve ghost moons is simply outrageous, and he doesn't know how Wu Miao ranked them, is it a time relationship?

That doesn't make sense, but unfortunately there are no more samples, otherwise the relationship between the twelve ghost moons can be inferred.

Yuan Cangtai looked at the sky and clenched his palms, "I still need the ability to recover!" "

For him, the ability to probe is gradually on the right track, and at this stage it is only a matter of recovery.

In the battle with Ti, Yuan Cangtai didn't sit up high just to pretend to be forced, but had to use the huge position gap to make Ti unable to attack him.

With his strength, it's not impossible to fight tiredly head-on, but once he comes, he may lose his 'soul snatcher' and let himself lose such a Japanese wheel knife comparable to the 'ghost eater'.

Second, he is not completely sure that he will not be hurt in the battle with Ti, and the tired cobweb is completely a killing weapon, and such a sharpness is very rare even in his opinion.

Therefore, he chose to exhaust his tired physical strength first, and then use the most powerful breath of the sun to fight him.

Gen Cang Tai froze the fainting girl, and he was going to take the demon back to the headquarters of the Demon Slayer to see if the lord could ask something else in her mouth.

If it doesn't work, it just happens to be sent to Fuji Raid Mountain as a sparring partner.

"Senior brother."

A flat voice rang out.

Yuan Cangtai held down the handle of the knife but let go in an instant, because he heard the familiar voice.

Turning his head, Tomioka Yoshiyoshi was dressed in a dark red haori and walked in the moonlight.

Looking at the blood all over the ground and the fainting demons, Tomioka knew it in his heart.

"It's not hurt." He asked softly.

Gen Cangta shook his head and introduced the situation to Tomioka Yoshiyu, he pointed to the girl on the ground, "This is the younger brother of the lower string, strength... In general, now I have suppressed it, and I am ready to send it back to the corps. "

I killed the fifth of the next string."