Taking stock of the ceiling of Zongman, who will beat Sukuna this time?

The two of them were so busy that they had to face each other.

Under the moonlight, in the bamboo forest, there were only three people present.

The genius swordsman, the ancestor of demons, and the woman who followed Muzan silently without saying a word.

Standing in front of Muzan, Yuichi Tsugikoku felt the so-called "fear" for the first time in his life.

Under that seemingly slender and thin body,

there was a violent vitality.

The blood flowing through his body,

like the magma ready to erupt from a volcano at any time,

swallowed everything it passed by with infinite terrifying high temperature.

"I have no interest in swordsmen who can use breathing methods."

This was the first sentence that Muzan Kibutsuji said to Yuichi Tsugikoku.

In his opinion, the swordsman in front of him was no different from the Demon Slayers he had devoured.

A stronger ant is still just an ant.

Without too many words, the fearless demon king raised his arm and rushed towards Yoriichi who was not far away.

Taking the initiative to attack was his style, and the so-called reserve of the strong was meaningless.

The pale arm was torn from the sleeve, turning into a long whip that could easily cut the bamboo forest in half, and fiercely attacked Yoriichi Tsugikoku who seemed to be unprepared.

Life and death are only a thin line apart!

Facing Muzan's attack, Yoriichi, who was as strong as he was, only felt a chill on his spine.

He deeply felt that with the fragile body of a mortal, even a slight touch would be fatal.

This was a natural chasm that he could not cross even if he mastered the strongest breathing method.

But almost at the same time, relying on the innate transparent world.

Yoriichi Tsugikoku had seen all the mysteries of the body of this "perfect creature" in his eyes.

With five brains and seven hearts, he has a strong recovery ability, but he is not without weaknesses.

Then, just concentrate on "breathing".

In just a moment, the Sun Breathing that he created in the past was sublimated in the desperate situation!

Form 1 Round Dance, Form 2 Blue Sky, Form 3 Fiery Sun Red Mirror... Form 11 Halo Dragon Head Dance, Form 12 Flame Dance!

All forms of Sun Breathing flashed and operated at the speed of light in Yuichi's brain, and finally merged!

Beyond the limit of Form 12, Form 13 connected everything together to form a perfect wheel.

In the dim night, the blazing red sword ignited instantly, like the endless sun, facing the evil spirits walking in the dark night!

"How... is it possible!"

In Wuzan's unbelievable eyes, this swordsman who was despised by him a moment ago only used one sword to resolve his attack and cut himself in two!

With his broken arm barely supporting his body, he could not stand up. Muzan could not believe what he saw.

Holding the red knife, Yunyi did not immediately bury the embarrassed ghost king in front of him.

In his mind, the figures of his deceased wife and children and countless victims flashed like a revolving lantern.

Jiguo Yunyi stared at the ghost king on the ground, and asked in a low voice on behalf of countless wronged souls:

"What do you think of life!"

Muzan did not answer this question.

In extreme anger, the ghost king's face turned red to black, and he did not listen to his question at all, with a look of despair that was almost human.

After noticing that the woman following the ghost king seemed to stand by and watch the whole process, neither helping nor escaping.

Yunyi sighed deeply, then walked towards the embarrassed Muzan step by step with the red knife in his hand, ready to end everything completely.

However, at the critical moment of life and death, the ghost king Muzan finally made a final struggle.

In just a moment, his body suddenly exploded.

In front of Yoriichi, it turned into bloody fragments.

The red sword swung continuously, and in an instant, it chopped off 1,500 pieces of flesh and blood.

But there were still 300 fragments that fled in all directions.

Jigoku Yoriichi felt his heart sinking.

He knew very well that he had missed the best opportunity.

The cunning demon king would never give him a chance to face him again in the future.

…

Demon Slayer World. Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters.

“Is this the true strength of Yoriichi?”

“I didn’t expect that it only took one sword to defeat the demon king Muzan... It’s unbelievable!”

“Whether it was the previous move or the sword that chopped off the bloody fragments, the speed was difficult to capture with the naked eye. I said, Tengen, can you do it?”

“… In terms of speed alone, I might have a chance to catch up with it if I exerted my full strength, but I definitely can’t be as fast as Yoriichi.

Control the force so precisely. "

"Ah, how sad, just one step away, Master Yoriichi could have completely destroyed Muzan."

Although it was a pity that Yuichiro Tsugikuni's incomplete success, the duel between Yoriichi and Muzan brought more excitement to the Demon Slayer Corps.

That was the ancestor of demons, Muzan Kibutsuji, who has always been recognized as invincible!

You know, even against the Twelve Crescent Moons, it takes multiple pillars to have a chance to compete.

It turns out that as long as the breathing method is honed to the extreme, even humans can easily defeat demons!

"... Not just breathing." At this time, the Kasumi Pillar Tokito Muichiro, who had been silent all the time, took the initiative to speak.

"Master Yoriichi... that ability to see through the essence of the real world seems to be stronger. "

Hearing Muichiro's words, everyone suddenly realized.

It turns out that this "transparent" ability is not completely innate, but can be enhanced through acquired training.

Looking at the pillars who seemed to be thinking about something, Ubushikiya Yoshiya spoke again:

"Yes, both 'transparent' and 'marked' are recorded in the classics handed down by the Demon Slayer Corps

It's just that there are many omissions in the inheritance process and there is no clear method of practice, so I have never mentioned it to you."

Speaking of this, the head master who sat down again looked around, especially his eyes stayed on Muichiro and Tanjiro for a while, and then continued to encourage:

"But today, since we are fortunate enough to be able to observe this peak duel, I hope that everyone can remember the fighting posture of Master Yoriichi in the depths of their minds

Maybe one day in the future, whether you have become a pillar or an ordinary member of the Demon Slayer Corps, you can also hone yourself to the level of Master Yoriichi

I will be extremely happy and look forward to that day. "

At this time, Tanjiro did not notice Yoshiya's advice, but kept recalling the amazing sword that Yoriichi slashed at Muzan in his mind.

But the more he recalled it, the more Yoriichi's heroic figure gradually overlapped with his father's thin body in his memory.

Is the Breathing of the Sun really not passed down?

Why does the Fire God Kagura taught by his father give me the feeling that it is so similar to the Breathing of the Sun?

The Infinite Castle in the same world.

Except for Kokushibo, the other upper strings suddenly had their eyes blurred and suffered a heavy blow from nowhere.

After a dizzy spin, several demons fell heavily into a wilderness.

"Cough!" Akaza A-Hum vomited a mouthful of blood, "Lord Muzan... why?"

"Hehehe, exposing the most humiliating moment of your life in front of your subordinates. "

Although blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, Douma still smiled and looked at the light curtain that was still hanging high above the ceiling even after leaving the Infinite City.

"How could our narrow-minded boss not have any reaction?"

The Great Tengu on the side just trembled constantly.

The tall and straight figure of Yunyi, like a nightmare, penetrated into the souls of these ghosts through Muzan's blood.

Will that extremely terrible knife also cut his body in the future?

No matter how fierce or cunning his character was, the upper six strings present couldn't help but think about it after witnessing the scene of Muzan's defeat.

At the same time, in the Infinite City.

"If you want to laugh, laugh out loud."

At this time, Muzan had changed out of the gorgeous kimono and put on the white suit he usually wore as a man.

Looking at Kokushibo who was still sitting steadily, Muzan sneered.

"Boring! "The answer given to the ghost king was only two cold words. For the special identity of Kokushibo, Muzan was not a being to be feared.

But for him, this was also the first time he saw the strongest sword slashed by his brother in his prime.

Even though hundreds of years have passed, the pressure from the soul still piled heavily in Kokushibo's heart.

"Hmph! You should know why I only left you behind."

Not caring about Kokushibo's unreasonableness to him, Muzan turned his eyes back to the light curtain,

"Soon, it will be your turn to appear. "