Blazing Angel of Demon Slayer

In the faint ferocious roar of the tiger, the flame roared and took the shape of a huge tiger. Like a hungry tiger descending a mountain, it pounced on Gui Wu Tsuji Wumi with extremely strong explosive power.

The flaming tiger engulfed Onimai Tsuji's upper body, reduced all of his clothes to ashes, and burned Oniwu Tsuji's eyebrows and well-groomed hair.

His body hair is not hard.

Under the sudden burst of flames, accompanied by astonishing heat and dazzling flames, Oni Wu Tsuji closed his eyes subconsciously, not exposing his soft eyeballs to the flames.

And what appeared together with Yanhu was the Sun Saber sweeping through the flames and coming through the space.

Guiwu Tsuji sensed the sharpness, and turned sideways to avoid the neck.

But Purgatory Shinjuro's attack at the cost of injury cannot be completely dodged.

The Hikari Knife suddenly pierced through Kimai Tsuji's defense, piercing through his shoulder blade.

Purgatory Shinjuro laughed again.

"Breath of Flame II type Yan Tian Rising!"

Neon-like flames condense on the blade, and the body cooperates with the breathing method that circulates like crazy, Purgatory Shinjuro swung upwards heavily!

Pfft!

An arm flew out, and a large piece of blood flew out, splashing on the ground and blooming bright flowers of blood.

Onimai Tsuji's right arm was in burning pain, and when he opened his eyes, he found that his right arm had fallen to the ground.

He shook his head with disdain in his eyes.

With a puff, a new right arm grew instantly, and a punch sent Purgatory Shinjuro flying.

"cough cough"

Wiping the corner of his mouth, Purgatory Shinjuro looked down, and there was warm scarlet blood on the back of his hand.

The ribs were broken, and the injury would be stretched with a slight movement, and the pain was as if a knife was constantly cutting his flesh and blood.

Even so, Purgatory Shinjuro's fighting spirit has not weakened in the slightest. He is high-spirited, staring at Kiwu Tsuji with piercing eyes.

On the other hand, Gui Wu Tsuji said in a pitiful tone: "It's really a pathetic human being, exchange injuries for injuries?"

"You are the strongest swordsman I have seen in this era, but you are alone, without He Dao, and you can't pose any threat to me."

"The limitations of man are truly lamentable."

The 40-year-old Purgatory Shinjuro learned how to breathe with swords at the age of four, and became a pillar of fire at the age of 15, killing countless ghosts.

At the age of 26, his wife died when he was in full swing, and he resigned from the Yanzhu position when he was disheartened, but the sword shape and breathing method have never fallen, and these have been integrated into his bone marrow.

At this moment, he is the only Yuan Zhu who is in good health.

And he is in the middle of his life, he is proficient in breathing method to the extreme, his sword shape is perfect, he is experienced and experienced, every move makes Guiwu Tsuji feel troubled, he is indeed very strong.

It's a pity that without the knives, you can't really hurt Guiwu Tsuji Wumi after all. This is a battle that must be lost.

Purgatory Shinjuro took a deep breath, suppressed the pain with the breathing method, straightened his body, and pointed the Japanese sword directly at Onimai Tsuji, with a loud voice.

"I heard that Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi is invincible in the world. For thousands of years, only Ji Guo Yuan Yi has been able to defeat you, but he has not been able to kill you."

"Presumably, you didn't use all your strength, otherwise you wouldn't be easily broken by me."

"Can you try your best and let me see it?"

Guiwu Tsuji was taken aback for a moment, then withdrew his eyes of pity and disdain.

For such a person who is fighting to the death, even if it is an enemy, he is not stingy with respect.

Those who are not afraid of death are worthy of his full strength and complete treatment.

"So that's the case, then I will fulfill you."

As the words fell, strands of white hair fluttered like a waterfall of the Milky Way, and deep and dark blood meandered and spread from the elbows.

Chapter 205 Ubuyashiki, Ghost Dance Tsuji

Inside the Ubuyashiki mansion, Ubuyashiki Yoya is blind, unable to see in both eyes, but instead, has hearing that is much better than others.

At a distance of several hundred meters, he could clearly hear the sound of battle outside, the splitting of the sun wheel knife, the crackling sound of bones, and the muffled sound of blood spraying.

At first, the heart of Purgatory Shinjuro, like a high-strength water pump, continuously squeezed and delivered power, making a sound like a bronze bell.

And as time went by, the sound became weaker and weaker, until now, it has completely disappeared,

"The others are almost gone."

Ubuyashiki Yoya raised his head, as if he could break through the cursed blindness, and saw the stars all over the sky, and the countless stars watching him.

"I heard that after death, people will turn into stars, looking at their descendants, friends, anyone who is close to them."

"The ancestors of Ubuyashiki must be looking at me right now."

"I don't know whether they are satisfied with what I have done in my life, or whether they spurn and reprimand me."

"And my children, after I leave, I don't know if they can stick to their hearts and remain unmoved."

Thinking of the scenes with the swordsmen, Yoya Ubuyashiki raised the corners of his mouth slightly, without any fear of death, just a little bit of nostalgia.

"You have done a good job, the ancestors will definitely be proud of you." Miyashiki Amane lightly stroked Miyashiki Yoya's back, helping him to take care of his breath.

At this moment, the obstetrician Yashiki Yaozai, just from the breath, is already weak like an old man who is 80 or [-] years old, with a candle in the wind, lifeless all over, without any fresh vitality that belongs to young people.

You know, he is only 23 years old this year, and it is the time for ordinary people to enjoy their youth and life with fresh clothes and angry horses.

The Ubuyashiki people are deeply cursed, and they can live up to 30 years old. Among the previous masters, many lived to 26 seven.

Because of dealing with affairs day and night, Yuya Miyayashiki did not give his weak body a rest. At the age of 23, he was almost a dead man, and he supported the last candle of life with his faith.

Oni Wu Tsuji will come in no time, and he won't live long.

At this time, hearing the slow and heavy footsteps getting closer, Yoya Ubuyashiki faced the main entrance and raised his head.

The moonlight is beautiful and cool, and when it shines on the face, it is icy and cool, and there is a sense of comfort.

"Our Demon Killing Team has hunted down ghosts for thousands of years, and is also the ancestor of the same bloodline as Ubuyashiki, Demon Mai Tsujimusan"

"Tianyin, what does he look like?"

At this moment, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi has wild white hair, bloody fangs all over his body, and a complete body with bloody limbs. His upper body is covered, and many knife marks on his body heal and disappear in a blink of an eye.