Demon Slayer: The Tai Chi Swordsman

This frightened Yuhu so much that he pressed his head into the floor. Muzan jumped down, stepped firmly on Douma's head, and cursed: "What do you good-for-nothings do every day!"

"The Demon Slayer Corps still exists!"

"The blue Higanbana has not been found!"

"Waste, just a bunch of waste!"

Muzan became more and more angry. From the moment he sensed that Douma and Yuhu were going to die, he was already furious.

The dignified upper rank was forced to the brink of death by the tiny human. For a moment, Muzan wanted to reshuffle the entire Twelve Demon Months.

But after thinking carefully, there were too many things to do. Without this group of people, no one would do the work.

"My lord, a silver-haired swordsman appeared in the Demon Slayer Corps. His eyes can emit abilities similar to blood demon arts. It's annoying!"

Boom!

Douma's head turned into layers of blood mist, and a powerful impact pierced through the floor, and invisible ripples were rippling in the air.

The next second, Douma's head returned to his neck with a smile, and he said with a smile: "Thank you for your care!"

It doesn't matter to Douma if his head is crushed?

I really want the adults to hold my head, what should I do, why don't the adults do it to me.

Yuhu, who buried his head in the floor, was just thinking about it, he also wanted to get the boss's special "care".

For such a perverted request, it can only be said that if you are not from the same family, you will not enter the same door.

Suddenly, a black and thin whip with blood vessels popped out from behind Muzan, and the outside of the whip was covered with white thin bones, like armor.

The big root of the spikes attached to the whip, as if it would kill anyone who touched it.

The whip passed at lightning speed, and Yuhu finally realized his wish. Muzan held Yuhu's head and wished to kill this guy immediately.

But Yuhu showed a perverted smile, and he said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern!"

Yuhu is a die-hard fan of Muzan, even more than his obsession with art.

Hehehe!

The adults are finally going to teach me a lesson, I'm so happy!

Such perverted remarks are purely basic operations.

Muzan inserted the pipe whip into Yuhu's head, and at the same time inserted another into Douma's mind. He was very curious. After hundreds of years, he wanted to know what kind of person was enough to force two upper strings into a desperate situation.

Muzan didn't want another Tsugikoku Yoriichi to appear, even though in his eyes that kind of existence would never appear again, but he had to wait until the fire started to extinguish the flames.

Douma closed his eyes, and the memories in Douma and Yuhu's minds entered Muzan's brain like a movie.

In the picture, a silver-haired boy tightly grasped the double swords in his hands. He had a confident smile, and it seemed that everything was under control.

Muzan showed a look of disdain, confident, everything is under control?

Silver-haired swordsman, nothing is in your prediction, Douma and Gamatsubo, these two idiots are still alive, huh!

Muzan breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he is really a genius, but he has killed countless genius swordsmen over the past thousand years.

Maybe it is because Jiguo Yuichi has forced him to a dead end, so far no one can shake his position in Muzan's heart.

Muzan Kibutsuji may be the ancestor of the demons who are high above, but he is actually a cruel and cold-blooded coward in his bones, otherwise he would not have been hiding until Yuichi died before daring to come out.

He has the strength to destroy the entire Demon Slayer Corps but has been hiding in the dark as the sixth, and even strictly restrained his subordinates from being too conspicuous.

Too scared, afraid that the Demon Slayer Corps will find him, afraid that Yuichi's successors will break his wish for immortality.

The knife marks left by Jiguo Yuichi still make Muzan feel the burning sensation.

Muzan's face suddenly froze. The scene in his eyes was exactly the spotted Kiritani Sento performing three breathing methods.

The silver high ponytail swayed in the wind. At this moment, he was not Tsukuni Yuichi but also him. What was going on?

This is impossible!

This is impossible!

He! Tsukuni Yuichi! He has been dead for hundreds of years!

No...

Muzan hurriedly put away the whip and threw Yuhu's head aside like throwing garbage.

Muzan's gloomy voice echoed throughout the Infinite City, like the dark clouds covering the sky, making people feel heavy.

"Silver-haired swordsman!"

"If you see him, you must kill him no matter what means you use!"

"Destroy his eyes!"

All the upper strings answered neatly: "Yes!"

Muzan's voice spread farther and farther. Through the unique connection with all the ghosts, his orders were like an unchangeable program, implanted in the minds of every ghost.

From this moment on, all ghosts have an additional instruction in their genes to kill Silver.Swordsman.

Kiritani Sento is not Tsugikoku Yoriichi, but Muzan saw a sign. He judged with thousands of years of experience that he must kill him.

A plan against the Demon Slayer Corps quietly took shape in Muzan's mind. Before the Upper Rank incident, he didn't even bother to care about the Demon Slayer Corps, because Muzan thought that any Upper Rank was enough to deal with the Demon Slayer Corps.

Muzan returned from his contemplation, his face still as cold as ice and disdainful of everything in the world.

"Get out!"

"You bunch of trash, hurry up and find the blue spider lily, that's the first priority!"

"Get out!"

The crisp pipa sound rang again, and the Upper Ranks disappeared in the Infinite Castle amid Muzan's abuse.

Only Kokushibo stood there, and Muzan looked up at him.

Kokushibo was as calm as a venomous snake. He slowly said, "All traces of the Sun Breathing have probably disappeared. I will pay attention to the silver-haired guy!"

Muzan nodded with satisfaction. After all, Kokushibo was his first right-hand man and did a good job.

However, Muzan still planned to let Kokushibo take a look at the silver-haired swordsman.

As the whip was inserted, a flash of surprise flashed in Kokushibo's eyes. He had lived for hundreds of years and had never heard of a swordsman who could coordinate three breathing methods at the same time.

As a swordsman, Kokushibo could understand what this meant.

The surprise was fleeting. Kokushibo's tone was full of appreciation: "His talent may not be as good as Tsugikoku Yoshiichi, but he is definitely the first person besides him in hundreds of years!"

"I will deal with him if I have a chance!"

Kokushibo survived in the world just to pursue the highest realm of kendo, or in other words, a kind of obsession, he wanted to surpass the person who could no longer be surpassed.

Now, Kokushibo saw a glimmer of hope again.

Kokushibo's six eyes stared at the empty Infinite Castle, and he murmured, "Is there finally a decent opponent?"

With the sound of a pipa, the Upper String One and the First Demon disappeared together.