Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The old man was very angry.

"See? Your Death Star is shining."

The red-gold Sun Blade was in front of him, but Lin Heng did not choose to attack rashly, but was ready.

Facing the undisputed strongest man in the Demon Slayer world, he must always be vigilant.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

The boss, who was not very smart, laughed in anger after being repeatedly poked at.

"You are still obsessed! Is it the confidence that killing those two rubbish Akaza and Jifutaro gave you?"

Muzan's body began to change rapidly, and the expensive dress was directly torn by the twisted flesh inside.

His whole body was completely exposed, his limbs and lower body were covered with blood and hair, and his whole body had several huge mouths with sharp teeth.

"Do you know that I have two more ghosts like this who are stronger than them."

A bloodthirsty and fierce light flashed across his plum-red eyes, and Wuzan's hands instantly transformed into pink whips, tearing through the air and whipping towards Lin Heng at a high speed.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Heng's mind moved slightly, and the blood in his body began to boil. Every cell was roaring to provide energy for this bloody battle.

It is hard to say whether it is instinct or talent. Whenever fighting a strong enemy, Lin Heng will be so passionate and clear-minded.

Should I jump away to avoid it first?

No, I have to take the next move first.

The golden vortex suddenly rose at this moment, covering Lin Heng's body perfectly.

Swish——

The next second, two air-tearing thorn whips fiercely collided with the Sizhixing, and the fierce impact made the entire fire tornado tremble.

It was indeed very heavy, but it was still within expectations.

Lin Heng raised his eyebrows. It was just a casual blow from Muzan, and the huge force transmitted from the Sun Wheel Sword was comparable to Akaza's full strength.

However, if it was just this level, he was still able to deal with it at present.

Quickly deflecting the attacking thorn whip and holding the hilt, the Sun Wheel Sword in Lin Heng's hand was rapidly turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"He Blade, start!"

The wind was strong and the snow was heavy. Ice crystals fell on Lin Heng, and in the blink of an eye, they evaporated into a white mist and dissipated. One person and one sword were like the sun shining brightly in the snow.

The victim Muzan looked at the He Blade in Lin Heng's hand with a little fear, and began to be alert. Even the wounds on his body seemed to wake up at this moment, and they were slightly painful.

Tsugikoku Yoshiichi, the nightmare figure appeared again at this moment.

However, the present is different from the past. Muzan exhaled a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this body just happened to store a large amount of armor.

Swish——!

One after another, black armor pieces with a metallic texture kept popping out, quickly arming the whole body of the Demon King. The deep armor was airtight, completely covering Muzan, and even his face only revealed a pair of blood-red eyes.

"What I said is absolute. I am the truth and the only one. You who rejected my kindness and dared to disobey me, no matter what you are, you deserve to die."

The Demon King stood proudly in place, motionless, and the two flexible and retractable whips in his hands scraped out afterimages. The unimaginable speed and power set off a small blizzard on the flat ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The speed of the thorn whip was too fast, and even with Lin Heng's reaction speed, it was difficult to dodge it completely. The Sun Wheel Sword in his hand was forced to contact it, and ripples were continuously shaken in the air.

"It's really hard."

Twisting his sore wrist slightly, Lin Heng circled around the turtle shell Muzan, constantly dodging the opponent's thorn whip by increasing the distance.

Six meters, seven meters, eight meters...

Ten meters!

The thorn whip moving at high speed suddenly straightened, and it was stretched and stopped in front of Lin Heng.

Exhaling a breath of turbid air in a thrilling way, Lin Heng's brain was working rapidly.

It looks like the original book, the thorn whip in Muzan's hand can be extended and retracted arbitrarily within the range of 90 centimeters to 10 meters, but it is the limit after reaching 10 meters.

Muzan didn't need to hold back just now, so the length in this aspect has not been improved?

Lin Heng exhaled a breath, which was good news for him.

"What, where is your arrogance just now? Are you overwhelmed by just two of them?"

Muzan's mocking voice tore off his gentle disguise, revealing his incomparable arrogance and cruelty in his heart.

"Bishamonten? God of War? How ridiculous."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flesh and blood behind Muzan began to surge, and then he stretched out nine of them.

The four-meter-long tube whip, with a sharp bone blade shining with cold light, is waiting for an opportunity to move at the tail.

The tube whip on the back? It will be faster and equally dangerous. Lin Heng fell into thinking.

In the original work, all the thorn whips and tube whips on Muzan's body are accompanied by his own blood, and according to Muzan's will, the cells in them will not turn the target into a ghost, but will destroy all the opponent's cells.

For humans, no matter who it is, just one hit will kill them.

"Heh, don't you dare to come forward? Then let me do it."

With a heavy step on the ground, Muzan Kibutsuji's figure flashed in front of Lin Heng, and the whips around him began to exert force to cover Lin Heng's whole body.

"Breath of Flame, Five Types, Flame Tiger!"

No need to charge, the thunderous tiger roar sounded, Lin Heng did not dodge, this time he chose to face it head-on.

Boom!

The red-gold tiger pounced on the sky with anger, and the explosive power made the whip rain stop.

Wuzan's face lit up with joy, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Purgatory, as long as you dare to face it head-on, I will let you know what cruelty is.

Wuzan showed a hideous and terrifying smile on his face, controlling all his mental power, and the strength of the dancing whip continued to increase.

"This blow will tear you apart!"

However, the next moment, the evil ghost king who declared victory was stunned again, and raised his head in great astonishment.

I thought it was a desperate fight, but the fierce flame tiger was just an empty shell. The monstrous arrogance only lasted for a moment before it was whipped into sparks all over the sky by the falling whip rain.

A sharp cry sounded quickly, and Lin Heng in the center turned into a fierce falcon and retreated violently.

Wuzan, who had put all his strength into a punch on the cotton, was furious and helpless.

"Cunning! Damn rat, do you only know how to dodge in shame?"

Ignoring the other party's barking, Lin Heng's face at this moment was a little weird.

What is going on? It has come to this point, why don't you use the killer move on your legs? Are you saving those eight whips for the New Year?

There is something wrong with it.

He took a huge risk just now. He didn't use it even when he was close to his face. Or is it that the boss has the same personality as Ling Yuzi, so can he keep his composure?

Moreover, compared with the thorn whip that is constantly waving in his hand, the nine whips on his back can only be said to play a role in appearance.

Looking at Muzan's angry face, Lin Heng was extremely confused at this moment.

What's going on, little brother Muzan, your strength is obviously wrong, right?

(The story of the first two chapters is Fairy Tail, super exciting, the god of sound wars. I watch Japanese anime, first Naruto and then Fairy Tail, and I was deeply attracted by the superb soundtrack and wonderful fighting, and was amazed. Putting aside the logic, the main point is to be cool)