Demon Slayer: The Forest Pillar

Winder raised a finger, and the black nails immediately extended. Swish! The sharp nails cut open Takashi's throat in an instant, and scarlet blood gushed out immediately.

The body twitched in vain for a few times, and Takashi lost his breath of life.

Fresh and hot blood flowed into the teapot along the hemp rope. After a moment, a strange aroma of barley tea filled the teapot. Winder closed his eyes and drank a cup of blood intoxicatedly, then showed a satisfied smile. Under the moonlight, the fangs stained with blood looked particularly creepy.

"As expected of the Demon Slayer Corps, the blood quality is indeed excellent. Just a few small fish are so delicious. I don't know how sweet the blood of those pillars will be." Winder licked his fangs, and his golden pupils were full of bloodthirsty murderous intent.

"Okay, let's not waste time. Little Shrimp has had enough fun and has had his tea. It's time to eat." The windlass stood up, and the wooden gear beside him also floated up. Looking at Kawachi and Hatamoto who were still fighting desperately, he clasped his hands together and clapped them fiercely, and shouted, "Blood Demon Art: Strangle the Rope Snake!"

Instantly, the hemp ropes that had been chaotically besieging Kawachi and the others paused for a second. Then, dozens of hemp ropes gathered together in an instant, and the fibers twisted and gathered. A hemp rope of more than ten centimeters appeared, as if it had really turned into a big snake, whistling and whipping Kawachi and the other two, as fast as lightning.

Boom!!! Countless cracks were drawn out of the earth in an instant. Kawachi and Hatamoto barely avoided it, but such an attack was just an appetizer. The windlass still clasped his hands together, smiling cruelly, and the wooden gears around him spun rapidly. The next second, the earth trembled, boom! ! A rope snake suddenly jumped out from behind Hatamoto!

Kawachi's eyes were red with anger. He wanted to warn Hatamoto loudly, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch Hatamoto caught off guard and was instantly entangled by the rope snake. Crack! Blood flew, and Hatamoto's body was instantly twisted and torn apart.

"Wind Breathing·Eighth Form·First Fierce Wind Slash!" Blood gushed out of Kawachi's mouth and nose. With his body about to collapse, Kawachi tried his best to send a final blow to the windlass. His body was like a gust of wind, and he dodged the two rope snakes in an instant. He raised his Sun Wheel Sword and rushed straight to the windlass' neck.

"Naive!" Facing Kawachi's desperate attack, the windlass just laughed sarcastically, without any intention of dodging. Boom! ! The earth trembled, and another rope snake broke out of the ground in front of Kawachi and suddenly pulled towards Kawachi. At the same time, two rope snakes behind Kawachi rushed towards him.

Crack! ! The Nichirin Sword, with its last bit of strength, finally cut into half of a rope snake and lost all its power. Kawachi sighed inwardly and closed his eyes unwillingly. Is this the best he can do? In front of the powerful Lower String Demons, can the Demon Slayers only hold on for just a dozen minutes? Can the Flame Pillar still come? I'm afraid it's too late. What a pity. If he could be stronger, he could delay a little longer until the Flame Pillar arrives... "Mom, Dad, Brother..."

"Forest Breathing·One Type·Iron Birch Slash!"

Crack! Just as Kawachi closed his eyes and prepared to face death, an old but powerful voice suddenly sounded in his ears, followed by a series of shattering sounds.

Plop! Kawachi fell to the ground, opened his eyes in surprise, supported by the Nichirin Sword, raised his head with difficulty, and saw a not-so-tall figure standing in front of him.

The old green haori was gently blown by the breeze, the green blade of the Nichirin sword in his hand was shining, and there were countless hemp rope fragments under his feet. Even though he was already full of white hair, the eyes of Mr. Morimu were particularly firm.

"What's going on!? Where did this old man come from?" Lulu was furious, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. The old man in front of him who looked like he had half a foot in the coffin just broke his rope snake with one blow! ?

Kawachi's chest rose and fell violently, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth. He was very excited. He wanted to remind Mr. Morimu not to sacrifice in vain. This lower-rank ghost was too strong. Everyone couldn't die here. At least, at least one person had to go back and tell everyone the situation here and tell everyone the specific information about this lower-rank ghost.

Lulu stared at old man Senmu fiercely, his fangs bared, "Old man, it's amazing that you can hold a knife at your age, but I don't want the old and sticky blood in your body. Go away! I'll spare your life!" It can be seen that Lulu really dislikes the old man Senmu. Although the old man Senmu broke one of his rope snakes with one move, Lulu still didn't take the old man Senmu seriously.

"Spare me life? Haha, it's a very familiar sentence, but it's true, after all, it's the Twelve Demon Months, ifWho wouldn't be afraid of this powerful ghost? When he was young, Mitsuyo Moriki would choose to run away when he saw you for the first time, because he was a complete coward and a pitiful person, a selfish coward who didn't care about his companions. "Old man Moriki slowly raised the green Nichirin sword, his face full of loneliness.

But looking at the Nichirin sword in his hand, the old man's expression became firm again, "Mitsuyo Moriki has been running away all his life. He has been sharpening the sword for more than 50 years, but he can't erase the cowardice engraved on the blade. But today, Mitsuyo Moriki, who is already an old man, doesn't want to run away. I just want to kill another ghost!"

"Looking for death! If you want to die, then I'll fulfill your wish!" Lulu didn't want to listen to the old man's chattering in front of him, and clapped his hands, "Blood Demon Art·Strangling Rope Snake! "

Swish! Swish! Two rope snakes that had been accumulating power for a long time instantly pounced on Grandpa Morimu. Kawachi behind him wanted to help, but now he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Faced with the attacking rope snakes, Grandpa Morimu was not panicked at all. He held the Sun Wheel Sword upright in front of him and took a deep breath. A trace of redness appeared on his somewhat shriveled face. An invisible force instantly flowed through his old body, and those dry and old muscles and blood vessels were instantly awakened.

"Breath of the Forest·One Form·Iron Birch Slash! "With a light shout, the Sun Wheel Sword that was originally standing in front of Mr. Senmu instantly slashed horizontally, and the green light was bright. It seemed a simple horizontal slash, but if you stand in front of this horizontal slash, you will instantly feel that the horizontal slash seemed to be a row of golden iron birch that covered the sky and the sun, rushing towards you in an overwhelming manner.

Bang!!! The surging rope snake hit the indestructible iron birch, countless air waves burst out, and the earth trembled for this. The windlass widened his golden eyes in disbelief. This old man! He actually blocked its attack!?

"Old thing! I want to see what you will do next!" Windlass sneered, and his hands clasped together to the sides, his hands formed into claws, "Blood Demon Art·Scattering Meteor Hammer! "

Pop! The two rope snakes exploded instantly, dispersing into dozens of thinner hemp ropes. These hemp ropes drilled into the ground instantly, and when they came out of the ground again, each hemp rope was wrapped with a bucket-shaped hammer head the size of a watermelon.

The windlass hooked his finger lightly, and suddenly dozens of meteor hammers hit Grandpa Senmu all over the sky.

Boom! ! Every blow of the meteor hammer can smash a big hole on the ground. If it hits a person's body, the consequences are unimaginable.

Grandpa Senmu was not stupid enough to really use the Sun Wheel Sword to catch this thing. Fortunately, after the hemp rope turned into a meteor hammer, although the power was greater, the speed was correspondingly slower. Grandpa Senmu easily Quickly dodged more than a dozen hammers.

While dodging the meteor hammer, Mr. Morimu was also constantly closing the distance with the windlass. As long as he could get close, there would be hope of beheading the evil ghost! He rolled sideways again and took the opportunity to slide to the left front of the windlass.

The windlass still stood there without moving. It was unknown whether it was too confident or too stupid. In any case, this was an opportunity for Mr. Morimu.

The emerald green sun wheel sword instantly slashed horizontally and rushed straight to the windlass' neck, but the windlass laughed sarcastically. Before Mr. Morimu's sun wheel sword approached its neck, the windlass suddenly clapped its hands, and the wooden gear floating next to it turned wildly, and even sparks were faintly emitted, "Blood Demon Art·Strangling the Magic Rope! "

Swish! Six thin hemp ropes instantly emerged from under the ground, slashing towards old man Senmu, and completely blocking the old man's retreat from six directions.

Old man Senmu's dry hands holding the Sun Wheel Sword tightened in an instant, and he suddenly stepped on the ground, and the hot breath that was almost visible to the naked eye came out of the corners of his mouth.

"Breath of the Forest·Form IV·Dandelion Dance!" Before the words fell, a layer of green light flashed across the old man's body, and then, a scene that surprised Lulu happened. I saw that old man Senmu's body suddenly jumped up lightly. Whenever the hemp rope was about to be pulled over, his body dodged as lightly as a dandelion being blown away, at an extremely fast speed, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, as if he was really dancing.

"Nani! "

At the moment when the windlass was surprised, a flash of knife light passed by, and the windlass could no longer stand still calmly. It rolled sideways in a panic without caring about its image, and thus avoided the dangerous knife.