Demon Slayer: The Tai Chi Swordsman

Gradually, Douma was forced to the corner of the pit by the blade wind. Kyojuro and Tomioka Giyuu seized the opportunity and rushed into the pit, one on the left and one on the right.

Two blade lights, one red and one blue, cut through the night sky, and Douma completely lost both arms.

"How is this possible!" Douma looked at Kiritani Sento in disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible!"

Kiritani Sento stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the powerful force carved spider-web-like patterns on the black rock, and the stone fragments hummed.

Kiritani Sento swung the Blade in his hand with all his strength, and Douma's pupils were as big as a lantern.

Douma came all the way, promoted from Upper Six to Upper Two, and there was still a smile on his lips, but this time it was a trembling smile.

Douma felt like he was drowning, and he shouldn't have this feeling as an immortal.

I can't die, I can't just die like this.

Douma shouted in his heart, and Kiritani Sento's blade had already cut off half of the opponent's neck.

However, the next moment, a blue folding fan slashed from the other end of Douma's neck, cutting off Douma's neck before Kiritani Sento.

More than a dozen crystal children all blocked Douma, but this only bought him a few seconds.

Douma jumped out of the big pit holding his head and ran madly towards the collapsed statue.

The glory belonging to the upper string was completely shattered. Douma cut off his neck and ran away like a pug with its tail tucked between its legs.

Kiritani Sento jumped out of the big pit and chased after him like crazy, but the sequelae of using three kinds of breathing at the same time surged like a tide.

Kiritani Sento really felt like he was drowning and had difficulty breathing, but he couldn't stop yet. Douma must die.

Kiritani Sento roared: "Stop right there, where's the energy you just had!"

"Come on!"

"I'll fight you for another three hundred rounds!"

"Douma, I'll fuck your grandpa!"

Douma put his head back on as if nothing had happened, secretly thinking that he was smart. If he hadn't let Hyoko cut off his head in time, he would have really died today.

At this moment, another figure fell from the sky, or to be more precise, a white pot fell from the sky.

The pot was full of red fish scales, and all the scales were arranged in a rotation around an eye.

A white ghost was hanging above the mouth of the pot, looking very much like a fairy from a magic lamp.

The ghost was all white, with yellow eyeballs, green lips, purple fins on the top of its head, a mouth where the eyes were, eyes where the forehead and mouth were, and a few small arms grew from the side of its head.

Crooked is not enough to describe this alien ghost.

However, the faces of Kiritani Sento and Kyojuro turned serious. The appearance of this alien ghost tilted the originally one-sided balance back to Douma's side.

After all, the eyes on the forehead of the ghost said "Upper String", and the eyes on the mouth said "Five".

There is no doubt that this ghost is the Upper String Five, Tamahuo.

Facing the intrusive Tamahuo, Douma and Kiritani Sento both stopped him, and Tamahuo's helpless little hands moved back and forth in the air.

He just wanted to give Mr. Douma a pot on a whim. After all, he liked the pot he gave Mr. Douma last time, and used it to decorate his favorite head.

Tamahuo claims to be an artist of pots. As long as he doesn't scold his pots, everything will be fine. Therefore, he also respects and appreciates Douma who admires his pots. The two ghosts have a good personal relationship.

Tamahuo simply ignored Kiritani Sento and his group, and smiled and greeted Douma who was standing in the ruins.

"Mr. Douma, long time no see!"

"Huh?"

"Where did your arms go? Why didn't they grow back?"

"Also, look at my new pot!" Yuhu was talking to himself.

Douma responded with a smile: "Yuhu, I don't have time today. As you can see, I was attacked by the pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps!"

"They broke into my house without saying anything. First, they smashed my house, then drove away my believers and destroyed my statues!"

"The worst thing is that they want to kill me!"

"What a group of pitiful bugs!"

Because of Yuhu's arrival, Douma regained his confidence. He was like a victim of a break-in, pitifully counting the crimes of Kiritani Sento and his group.

Yuhu turned his head and looked at Kiritani Sento and his group. He showed disgust on his face. The other party was the bugs of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Kiritani Sento took a deep breath and whispered, "Brother, Giyuu, take Shimizu and Obanai away quickly. Another upper rank has arrived. The situation is not good!"

Kyojuro supported Kiritani Sento and retorted with a smile, "No, leave the rearguard work to me. I amBig brother!"

Giyu Tomioka did not speak, he held the sword tightly to protect Kiritani Sento.

The sudden appearance of the upper string was indeed unexpected, maybe he will die today!

But Rabbit must not be killed today, he is the ultimate weapon of the Demon Slayer Corps against the Demon King.

Rabbit has just perfectly demonstrated his talent that far exceeds everyone present, and mastering three breathing methods at the same time is simply unheard of.

As soon as Giyu Tomioka finished speaking, the stripes quietly climbed onto his cheeks, just like his calm heart. Giyu's stripes are dark blue wavy textures, which are very consistent with the water breathing.

The stripes are like they can be contagious , also climbed onto Kyojuro's cheeks, and there were more dancing flames on the left and right corners of his eyes.

The two looked at Kiritani Sento in disbelief. After all, the biggest change that the rabbit brought to the two was that there was a ghost-like pattern on his right face.

Kiritani Sento held the hilt tightly and stood between the two. If it was the third brother or Kokushibo who came today, they might not be able to fight.

But today it happened that Yuhu, who was sitting at the back, came. Facing the people who opened the pattern, he might not lose. If he was lucky enough, it would be no problem to take one of them away.

Yuhu stared at the few people unhappily, and he shouted loudly: "Hey, hey, hey! Master Yuhu is talking to you, are you deaf?"

"If you praise my pot, I can consider leaving one of you alive! "

When it comes to the pot, Yuhu started to introduce it.

The pot in his hand was black, with a row of neat and white teeth arranged under the mouth of the pot, but the pot looked like Yuhu, crooked, and it would be an insult to the word ugly to describe it.

"By the way, this row of white teeth is the teeth of your fellow insects. I killed three people to get them together!" Yuhu introduced proudly, and his eyes were full of expectations.

He expected the other person to praise his artwork.

Douma had stood beside Yuhu without knowing when, but his empty shoulders looked a little strange.