Blazing Angel of Demon Slayer

"How could I die here!"

Guiwu Tsuji Wucan covered his neck with his hands, staggered back in disbelief, and fell to the ground weakly with tentacles all over the sky.

Thick blood flowed out from between his fingers, dripping on the ground and turning into black and red ashes and disappeared. He panicked and tried his best to recover from his injuries, but it didn't work.

The sun wheel knife beheaded, the vitality was cut off, and the recovery ability he was proud of was silenced.

"bang"

He backed up until he hit a tree, and then fell to the ground. His head and body had already been separated, but Kimai Tsuji was not reconciled. He manipulated his arms and limbs, and forced his head and neck together to prevent his head from falling.

But in a blink of an eye, I saw that my hands and feet also began to disappear, my physical strength was drained, and the head on my hand became extremely heavy, and it became difficult to even keep it on my neck.

In the vagueness, countless white-light figures showed happy grins, covering the inside and outside of the ghost dance Tsuji.

"Do I know them?" Gui Wu Tsuji's consciousness gradually blurred, ignoring these ghost figures, and his hands were powerless.

With a bang, his head fell to the ground, and he turned to Chuanliu Shi's feet with a grunt, with his face up, looking at the night sky.

Chuanliu looked down at Guiwu Tsuji Wumi with his head down, and met his eyes.

The flow of light and shadow is distorted, and the clothes faded and disappeared in the appearance of a child, revealing the appearance of Chuanliu Shi himself.

"Remember me?" Chuan Liu asked softly.

The people present were more or less indirectly hurt by Oni Wu Tsuji, and Chuan Liu was directly hurt by him to the point of falling into despair.

Gui Wu Tsuji had a ferocious face, and said, "Countless people have died in my hands, who are you?"

He has indeed forgotten that the number of people killed by him in this life are not particularly important, so he will naturally forget them.

"Snowy night, wooden house, a family of five."

This sentence reminded Guiwu Tsuji Wumi, his expression was slightly startled, and then he thought of Chuanliu, and that snowy night.

"Red hair and red eyes, so it's you."

"So, what you just did was all about blood ghosts. I didn't expect you to grow so fast."

As if thinking of something, Gui Wu Tsuji's eyes suddenly showed strong hope, and he said urgently: "Give me half of your blood ghost power, and I can ignore the past, and even give you a lot of blood. Share the world."

At this time, there is a ghost of the upper string level for him to absorb, and it is very likely to bring him back to life.

Even if his head fell to the ground, Gui Wu Tsuji did not give up the hope of life. In this regard, he has a strong obsession.

"To divide the world together? Yes."

"But someone once asked me to ask you a question, you have to tell me first."

"He asked you, are you really happy to be a ghost?"

Without any hesitation, Guiwu Tsuji replied affirmatively: "Of course, human beings are weak, let us live and kill, and add immortality, isn't it worth being happy?"

"Don't say you haven't been happy about being a ghost, your power comes from the ghost body!"

This answer was not beyond Chuan Liushi's expectations. He had asked Hei Langya's question before.

Chuan Liu's body trembled, and then he said word by word: "Come, here you are."

He squatted down slowly, then slowly stretched out his arm, and passed it towards Gui Wu Tsuji's mouth.

As soon as Undead Kawa Minami's face changed, he was about to come over to stop him, but Purgatory Kyojuro held him back and shook his head.

Chuanliu's eyes were complicated, happy, teasing, and angry.

Seeing that no one else was moving, Immortal Kawasami also stopped to see what medicine was going to be sold in the gourd at Chuanliushi.

Chuanliu put his wrist to Kiwu Tsuji's mouth, and said softly, "Bite."

Onimai Tsuji opened his mouth, with two fangs protruding, trying to bite Chuan Liu's wrist and suck him dry to gain new strength.

But the distance was a bit short. He tried to open his mouth and stretch his teeth, but he couldn't reach it.

Secretly annoyed, Kiwu Tsuji said urgently, "Come closer."

Chuan Liu was obedient, and obediently moved closer, his wrist almost touched Onimai Tsuji's fangs, but he still didn't put it in his mouth, and looked at Oniwu Tsuji with a smile on his face.

At this time, Guiwu Tsuji's eyes flashed brightly, the remaining strength gathered, and his fangs suddenly extended three inches, trying to pierce Chuan Liushi's flesh and blood in one fell swoop.

Chuanliu quickly withdrew his palm to avoid the bite, and then precisely stretched out his fingers to penetrate into Onimui Tsuji's body. His fingers turned steely and cold black, pinched Oniwu Tsuji's fangs, and slammed down fiercely. pull.

"you!"

"Trick me, bully me!"

Ghost Mai Tsuji suffered no pain, and turned into a ridiculous appearance with only one fang.

The hatred in his eyes was so strong that it almost became real, and he stared at Chuan Liushi firmly.

Chuanliu stood up, playing with Oni Wu Tsuji's broken tooth in his hand. Oni Wu Tsuji's body was much weaker, and it was effortless to break his tooth.

"Then what can you do? Compared to the pain you bring to others, this is nothing."

"But you have no teeth and severed your head, you are really more embarrassing than a dog."

Chuanliu humiliated Kiwu Tsujimumi, but the irritability and anger in his heart did not weaken, but intensified.

Gui Wu Tsuji let out a low roar from his throat, and without waiting for him to speak, he threw Gui Ya on the ground and stepped into the mud with his feet.

Under the light of the moonlight, the black giant ax slashed down fiercely with an icy look, and pierced most of Guiwu Tsuji Wucan's head with one axe.

Then raise the black cut, raise the ax and drop it, raise the ax and drop it

Within a moment, Ghost Wu Tsuji's head was split into a mixture of flesh and bone, which gradually dissipated.

His headless body twitched a few times before subsiding.

"everything is over."

Chuanliu was gasping for breath, with a complex expression on his face, and threw Heiqie back into the space of Swordsman Prison.

Then he quietly looked at the corpse of Oni Wu Tsuji, wanting to watch him completely disappear into the world.

At this moment, Oni Wu Tsuji's head was shattered, but the soul consciousness still exists in the broken flesh and blood, and has not completely dissipated.

He is not reconciled, the strong survival supports him, and he refuses to die.

And the blurred memories of thousands of years ago began to emerge like a fleeting glimpse of flowers.