Demon Slayer: I can create my own breathing

The bronze fist shone brightly, showing a bright silver color, and then the color of the wheel's whole body also changed, like a sculpture made of steel.

The power from above the finger tiger directly shattered the water dragon beside Tanjiro, swinging towards his head in the howling wind.

After the water dragon that was condensing was interrupted by unparalleled strength, Tanjiro spurted out a mouthful of blood in the heartstrings out of control, and was directly hit on the head in a trance, flying out of the back like a broken sack.

Bumped into the roof of the car a few times before stopping.

Tsuki shook his fist, and the figure reappeared in front of Tanjiro.

"I don't think I can survive this time. He muttered.

He squatted down and grabbed Tanjiro's hair, and after slamming him the ground a few times, he pulled him up as he lay on the ground.

He thought it should be enough to do this.

If he was an ordinary human being, he would definitely lose half his life if he didn't die at this time, so he pulled this person up with a big grin, not thinking that this person had not lost his ability to fight.

Out of sight of him, Tanjiro's drooping palm gripped the Hinawa knife again.

After pulling the skull up, the pupils of the roller shrank a little.

Because he saw that Tanjiro's forehead, which was supposed to be sunken and smashed with blood plasma, was actually only two red marks, and not even a trace of blood flowed out.

It was like a horror story to him.

Even if this blow hit the lower string completely, he felt that this punch could hurt him, after all, no one who played the magic would be willing to get close to the punch of the battle, but this human...

"What's going on here, is it made of steel!" Lun

didn't have time to be shocked, and suddenly felt the temperature on his left side rise violently.

He hurriedly turned around, and an extremely high temperature quickly approached him, it was a black Nihon Knife, and a flame rose from it and slashed at the neck of the wheel.

"Kagura Dance, the god of fire!" The

heat scorched his body, causing his brain to lose his mind and his heart to fall.

With such a short distance, there was no way for him to dodge the knife.

And when he walked over, he also disarmed the second blood ghost technique, and just came here with an ordinary one-heavy robbery.

Because he didn't expect that Tanjiro, who was supposed to have a flowering head, was unharmed

, and Tanjiro, who was almost concussed, had no way to answer his question, and the black blade slashed into the neck of the wheel like cutting tofu, and the power in his hand was constantly increasing, and it was bound to cut off his head.

Roller admits that he was careless and didn't flash.

The pain in his neck made his eyes red, and it was clearly too late to activate the blood demon spell.

"Am I just going to die?"

If he can die in the hands of Yuan Cangtai, it can be regarded as his role.

But what is the matter of dying

at the hands of this nobody? How could he die at the hands of such a nobody!

At the last moment, a tentacle stretched out from under the feet of the wheel, like the flesh and blood of countless people, and suddenly appeared between the two of them, whipping Tanjiro's arm like a whip.

A huge impact fell on Tanjiro's hand, and what he was doing was suddenly blocked.

After all, this knife lost its indomitable momentum.

The reel finally reacted, his body flashed, the blade left his neck, and began to recover quickly, and he was startled and hung the triple robbery body directly on his body.

This is also the strongest strength he can achieve before he has been strengthened without misery.

It's just that this power was actually forced out by an unknown little swordsman, which made him feel quite ashamed.

He kicked him like a boulder on Tanjiro's body, kicking him far away, and turning his head to express his gratitude to Nightmare.

He knew that if it weren't for Nightmare's attack, he would have to bleed once even if he didn't die, and he didn't have the strange ability to cut off his head and not die.

Nightmare just smiled lightly, signaling that he didn't take it seriously.

It's just that the contempt for this man in my heart is even heavier.

The power contained in Tanjiro made Tanjiro despair like a walking Buddha statue at night, stepping on the roof of a car made of iron sheets.

After the failed sneak attack, he found that the gap between the two was getting bigger and bigger, and now the situation was beyond his control as a fledgling swordsman.

Tanjiro struggled to stand up, but there was a sharp pain in his body, and he found that he had broken his body in an unknown number of places, and his head was extremely dizzy.

It was true that the blow did not shatter his head, but he also ate the blow solidly, and now it felt like an egg in his head, and he couldn't even think simply.

Looking at the roller who walked step by step without a trace of flaws, even if there was more anger in his heart, there was no way to release it.

Tanjiro was not unwilling, but twitched his lower nose.

Haven't you turned my sister back into a human being, and I'm going

to die in this place?If I die, what will happen to the people in the carriage?

"If there is any other trick, use it quickly, and now I will stand in front of you, and cut me with a knife. The

pain in his heart came from his ankle, and Tanjiro felt as if his bones had been crushed.

Tanjiro's fingers moved slightly, and he tried to raise his arm again weakly.

It's just that his arm trembled, and he couldn't raise the Nihon knife in his hand.

He took a step forward and stomped Tanjiro's stomach.

"The one who is behind you, give him to me, and I'll give you a good time.

Blood kept pouring out of Tanjiro's mouth, and he looked at him with anger, squeezing out a voice in his throat.

"Don't even think about it..."

"Mizuko!"

Tanjiro yelled with all his strength.

A girl in a pink kimono suddenly appeared in front of him, and her petite and cute body returned to its normal size, and kicked Rou in the waist.

This kick is powerful, but for the armor-ridden roller, this damage is basically dispensable.

Kicked to the edge, his five fingers were like hooks, and he grabbed the iron sheet above the roof of the car, and an extremely sharp grinding sound sounded in the air, making people's teeth sore.

He rolled over and stood back easily.

"Is this the ghost?" Wheely

tilted his head and spat out.

"It looks like it's a little unbeaten, it seems that I have to retract some strength, and it's not good to save you from beating you to death.

At this time, Nightmare, who was standing at the front of the car, also cast his eyes in this direction.

"Wheel, try to be as fast as you can, don't waste time here.

After saying this, Nightmare sat down again, touched his heart with one hand, and muttered, "There are always some uneasy thoughts, could it be that I am too worried." "