The sky was full of smoke, and the sky was full of dust.

"Stop, stop, this is it."

The crows in the sky kept repeating.

The six-man team stopped and scattered around to search.

"I didn't find any traces of ghosts here."

"I didn't find any here either. It's almost dawn, and the evil ghosts may have escaped."

"I don't have any here either. Go back and report to the Flame Pillar Master." Several swordsmen who returned without success joined one after another.

"Hey, Lord Shinjuro, everyone, come here quickly. There is a big cave here. It has been burned. There seem to be many traces."

The shouts of swordsmen came from not far away, and a swordsman who was exploring the rock wall rushed to Shinjuro and his group.

"Oda-kun and I found a gap in the rock wall. There are many traces of ghosts in it, at least more than two digits.

"Some human remains were also cremated. Besides us, who came here in advance? Did other pillars do it?"

The swordsman in charge of exploring the direction of the rock wall walked up to Shinjuro while talking about the situation.

He was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him and stood there speechless.

The hard ground was devastated, and deep pits were scattered on the ground without any pattern.

The faint moonlight shone into it, and it was full of black gravel, like an eye socket with its eyeballs dug out, staring at the people above with a dark hole.

"Lord Flame Pillar, what is going on here? "

Looking at the scene in front of him with a shocked face, the swordsman who came later asked.

Next to the largest stone pit, Rengoku Shinjuro looked at the scene in front of him silently.

He simulated the battle process in his mind, with a thoughtful look on his face.

This level of destructive power undoubtedly belongs to the blood demon art of the Twelve Demon Moons.

Judging from the battle traces left behind, there should be two lower-ranks participating in the battle, one controlling plants to assist in the battle, and the other mainly attacking to cause the earth to collapse.

And the person who killed the evil ghost can also be called excellent among the pillars.

Manpower is tight, and the headquarters only sent me here. The other swordsmen were notified to join the meeting halfway, and there were no idle pillars or predecessors nearby.

In particular, when he walked to a long scorch mark, Shinjuro lowered his head and stretched out his hand to touch the mark.

As a flame pillar, he is most familiar with this kind of black track formed by the burning of flames.

The secret of the breath of flames, the road of flames left after the release of the purgatory.

This is the absolute mastery that only the purgatory clan can master. Learning, the key to the inheritance of the Flame Pillar.

Unable to help but draw out the Sun Wheel Sword to compare, Shinjuro was slightly startled.

This level of power, his own Purgatory is afraid that it can't reach.

Could it be that there are people in this world whose Breath of Fire is stronger than him as the current Flame Pillar?

Thinking of the figure of Kyojuro practicing swordsmanship alone, Shinjuro shook his head.

He is still too young, even if the dead father is resurrected, he can't beat him.

Obviously, he has reached the end of the Breath of Fire. point, now there is no way forward and no way forward. Who is it? Can the Breathing of Flame become stronger?

The other hand rubbed his unshaven chin twice, and Rengoku Shinjuro raised his head in annoyance.

It doesn't matter, anyway, it's just a degraded breathing method with a locked upper limit.

Raising his hand to call the crow, Shinjuro began to report.

"Report to the lord, someone has been here in advance. The culprit is the Twelve Demon Moons, and it should be two of the lower strings. They have been killed."

After a pause, Shinjuro continued to speak to the crow: "The one who killed the lower string came from outside the Demon Slayer Corps. He is proficient in the Breathing of Flame, and his attainments are likely to be higher than mine."

The crow remembered the information, repeated it, and flapped its wings to fly away.

Patting the dirt on his trouser legs, standing up, Shinjuro began to summon the swordsmen: "Assemble, gather the team."

"Hey, where is Oda-kun? He and I just finished exploring the rock wall together and came here one after another."

The swordsman who rushed over from the rock wall looked around.

"Could he have accidentally fallen into the pit?"

"Hey, Oda-kun, can you hear me now? Answer me, the Flame Pillar has assembled and retreated."

Shinjuro, who had just stood up, suddenly froze.

Mechanically turning around to face the rock wall, Shinjuro's right hand slowly pressed towards the Sun Blade at his waist.

"Unfortunately, he can't answer you."

A magnetic voice suddenly came, and on the other side of the pit, a warrior wearing a purple-red short shirt and a rosary on his ankle landed as lightly as a feather.

He turned his back to the crowd,

One hand was holding the Demon Slayer whose neck was twisted.

Snap.

The intruder loosened his grip, and Oda-kun's body fell powerlessly into the pit.

"Oda-kun!"

The swordsmen roared in grief and anger, and drew their swords to rush forward.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm not interested in weaklings like you."

The evil ghost turned around and said disdainfully, stretching out a finger and shaking it.

Clang!

The Nichirin sword was unsheathed, Shinjuro held the sword with both hands, slowly exhaled, and stopped the excited subordinates. His expression was solemn, and his clothes were wet with sweat.

"Retreat, run as far as you can from now on, and pass the news back to the Demon Slayer Corps before I die in battle."

The warrior with pink hair opened his eyes. His skin was pale, and his body was covered with countless dark blue tattoos representing sinners. His blood-red nails scratched his eyes.

A pair of sharp golden pupils were exposed to everyone.

Two words were engraved on his left eye, "Upper String". The word "Three" is engraved on the right eye.

Upper String Three, Fighting Demon, Akaza.

"You look very strong, you should be a pillar.

Although I didn't catch the man who killed the two lower strings, I'm lucky to meet you."

Akoza spoke slowly and then invited sincerely.

"Let's become ghosts together. I can feel that although your fighting spirit is tempered, it is not firm."

"If I'm not mistaken, are you doubting yourself now? That's just right. Believe me, you won't be confused when you become a ghost."

Shinjuro swallowed a mouthful of saliva and remained silent.

The demon that was not recorded in the Flame Pillar's notes is Upper String Three.

The flame breath can't beat such a high-ranking demon moon, and it's probably difficult to save his life, but my life is not that important.

Let the Flame Pillar be cut off in this generation, so there will be no regrets.

Ruka, please bless Kyojuro and Chijuro with your spirit in heaven. I will be here to accompany you soon.

With the full power of the flame breathing, Shinjuro inhaled a lot of air, and the red flames on the Sun Wheel Sword gradually rose.

He looked up at the sky. The moonlight had dimmed and the sun was rising slowly.

There was less than a quarter of an hour left before dawn. The swordsmen behind him were fleeing, and the upper rank on the opposite side seemed to have no interest in chasing.

Choosing to persuade surrender, is the attention all on himself? Continue to maintain this cat-and-mouse state - that would be great.

In summary, at this moment, in this situation and here, what I should do, what I want to do...

The originally decadent eyes gradually brightened, and Shinjuro stepped on the ground and exploded, with flames wrapped around his body and the sword pointing at Akaza.

Hold you here for a quarter of an hour!

"You don't want to fight but you are determined to die. Your fighting spirit is full of entanglement and determination.

It's really interesting. Although it's almost dawn, come and play with me."

Akoza took a horse stance, and his right hand slapped out. A twelve-cornered rotating snowflake magic circle appeared under his feet.

"Blood Demon Art·Destruction Kill·Luo Needle."

A roar sounded, and Shinjuro, who was bathed in fire, collided with Akaza.

The fierce flames and energy intertwined, tearing the earth apart in an instant. The fateful battle between the Flame Pillar and the Upper Rank Three was engraved on the unknown wilderness of Nishibari!

As the only spectator of this fateful battle, someone in hiding sighed helplessly. What a bloody junior.

As we all know, the characteristic of the breath of fire is to attack head-on.

Facing a difficult evil ghost, you can't defend or escape. If you can beat it, you fight, and if you can't beat it, you die.

Obviously, Shinjuro is unlikely to be able to defeat Akaza head-on, and the outcome is obvious. If this continues, the unlucky kid will be beaten to death soon.

Lin Heng is only slightly stronger than him now, and even if the two of them fight together, they will be sweating profusely if they can beat Akaza to a 50-50 tie.

Lin Heng's head was covered with black lines, and he looked up at the sky.

Let's make Shinjuro suffer a little more, it will be troublesome if the old man's underwear is seen through.

At this time, the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, where wisteria flowers are in full bloom.

Ubuyashiki Yoya, who has been a little uneasy since the fight between Shinjuro and Akaza, is pacing back and forth.

The white-haired woman standing beside him gently held his hand and said considerately: "Are you worried about Shinjuro?"

Ubuyashiki Yoya nodded and said: "I had a bad feeling from the beginning. Shinjuro's trip might not go smoothly. Are we a little careless?"

Yoga Tojinsai, who was wearing heavy armor in the corner, comforted him.

"The Flame Pillar is the most powerful swordsman who has served the longest among the Pillars and the foundation of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Even if he is besieged by a group of demons, he can easily win, and at worst he can escape."

After thinking for a while, he added.

"Unless he encounters an upper string."

Yoya nodded, but his anxiety did not diminish.

Young Master, Shinjuro is a reliable Flame Pillar, and the Demon Slayer Corps' basic position is correct.

Yoya also believes that with his strength, even if he encounters multiple lower-ranks, nothing will happen, but what if he really collides with an upper-rank.

Tianyin put clothes on Yoya considerately, and comforted him: "Considering the casualties in the battle, Aoi from the Butterfly House has arrived nearby.

With her enlightenment, as long as Shinjuro is still alive, he can be rescued."

Nodding slightly, Yoya felt a little more stable.

The sky was getting brighter, and it was too late to send reinforcements now.

Yoya clenched the handrail and looked into the distance silently: "Shinjuro, you must hold on, don't get into trouble..."

Pah.

The Sun Wheel Sword slipped from his hand, and Shinjuro fell to the ground weakly.

Blood flowed out of the holes in his body that were punched by fists, and merged into a sticky dark red river under his body.

Shinjuro hung his head tiredly, but with a relieved smile on his face: "Ruka, we finally meet again."

"It was a satisfying fight. You tried your best to delay me for ten minutes. Pay attention, the next attack is an empty one."

In the distance, Akaza, who was intact, clenched his fists and took an attacking stance. The twelve-pointed snowflake under his feet rotated at high speed, and the magnetic sound resounded through the wilderness.

"If he doesn't come out, he will be smashed to pieces."

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