Human account is forced to full level

Black Death Mou.

At this time, there were two sabers tied around his waist.

"...You seem to have an aura that belongs to my bloodline, it's nostalgic."

After confirming that the boss had no new orders, Hei Si Mou turned his attention back to the waist-length boy who was waiting in front of him.

"Young man, what's your name?"

"...Tokito Muichiro."

The flat voice reveals a solemnity that has never appeared in the past.

Seeing the words representing identity in the eyes of the other party, he just went out to confirm the situation, but just happened to meet the other party, Shitou Ichiro, cold sweat unknowingly oozes from the white forehead.

His hands holding the knife trembled slightly, unable to stop the instinctive trembling, as if his body was refusing to fight the opponent.

This is really the first time in my life that I have encountered such a situation, this is...

Winding one?

The feeling is not the same as that of other windings. Its breath is calm and heavy, and even has a kind of indescribable majesty.

Shitou Muichiro noticed the two sabers tied around the other's waist, his pupils shrank slightly.

Is the opponent also a swordsman?

"Oh? After hundreds of years, even the surname 'Jiguo' has been lost...forget it."

Hei Si Mou was slightly silent, a trace of inexplicable regret flashed in his eyes, but more of it was cold indifference.

After sighing slightly, he looked at the young swordsman in front of him.

Slowly put your hand on the handle of the knife.

"Don't blink."

As soon as the plain voice fell, Shitou Wuichiro tensed up to the greatest extent in an instant, stared at the other party intently, and locked on the other party's breath, the breathing method was fully activated, and the body that had been tempered and honed was ready to go. Well ready for battle.

But the next moment.

A blood-red long knife with hideous eyes on the blade had already slashed in front of Tokitomuichiro's fair neck.

"Chong————!"

Chapter 230: On the Supreme Swordsman's Saber

"Strange."

The rough palm full of calluses stroked the invisible barrier representing the boundary of "Infinite City" in front of him, and there was doubt in his thick and steady voice.

This is the original back mountain location of the base camp of the Ghost Killing Squad.

A huge man dressed in a monk's style and with extremely muscular body was standing here. For some reason, there were tears on his face, and there was a very long and hideous scar on his forehead.

His eyes were dim, his eyesight was blind, and the Demon Slayer Squad uniform on his body was covered with a brown cassock with the words "Namo Amitabha" written on it, and the corners of his clothes were still stained with some freshly spattered blood.

The place with more blood stains is the one in his hand connected by a long chain, containing extremely high-purity orangutan scarlet iron, an unusually heavy broad ax and a meteor hammer.

"The waterfall is gone, the stream has dried up, the stench of ghosts is heavy in the air, and this amount..."

The giant man silently turned the prayer beads in his hands, and seemed to be muttering some scriptures.

At this time, an evil ghost covered with spikes and cuticles suddenly rushed from the blind spot behind him, opened its teeth and claws and tore open the bloody mouth that could easily crush the skull, wanting to enjoy the delicious food in front of it.

But the next moment.

The unusually heavy and hard meteor hammer had already been thrown in front of him violently ahead of time, with a terrifying and heavy momentum like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, it even squeezed the air instantly, making him completely unavoidable.

"'Breath of the Rock·Two Shape·Sky Shard'."

boom--

Following the sound like a watermelon being smashed, some blood was splashed on the giant man's cassock and the weapon that sent ghosts back to life, and there was a pit full of cracks on the ground.

You must know that although he is blind, through the cooperation of other senses, he can perceive the world better than those with intact vision.

And most importantly, he is the contemporary rock pillar of the Ghost Killing Team, and also the strongest ghost killer of the contemporary era.

"Oh, I can't find a way out... Anyway, let's kill ghosts and save people first."

Beimingyu Xingming walked down the mountain with his hands clasped together, the shadows of the surrounding trees were full of malicious and dangerous eyes.

But compared to these nearby threats, he cared more about the undisguised strangeness that he felt vaguely from a long distance away in the town...

The only powerful aura he had seen in his life was that of a swordsman.

"Namo Amitabha."

The calm voice of Beiming Yu Xingming began to become serious, and the surroundings were like wild beasts, only instinctive ghosts remained, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed out of the darkness at the same time, heading towards the tall and strong man like a wave. The figure, culled away.

And those who faced them were indestructible broad axes and meteor hammers.

"Death, death."

A fierce battle broke out in the woods.

And this kind of situation is constantly happening in various places in the base camp of the Ghost Killing Squad.

Under a tall building somewhere, a white-haired swordsman with a grinning face, and a swordsman with a poisonous snake around his neck behind him, faced the hundreds of evil spirits that surrounded them, setting off bloody winds and hissing.

Next to the ruins of a collapsed house, a sonic boom sounded like an explosion of dynamite, as if it was accompanied by another beautiful figure holding a whip blade and dancing among the ghosts.

There are also members of the Ghost Slayer Squad in every street and even in every house, with their swords out of their sheaths, performing their duties and fighting bloody battles, and...

a mansion somewhere.

"Chong--!"

The sun wheel knife attached by the flames cut off the evil spirit's head neatly.

Blood dripped, accompanied by some intoxicating liquid.

"Tsk, interrupt me for a drink."

The decadent uncle with long yellow and red hair, sword eyebrows, and unshaven beard kicked the corpse on the ground that was turning into ashes with a gloomy face. Behind him was a frightened boy who looked very similar to him.

At this time, a figure wearing a flame feather weaving suddenly rushed into the gate of the wall, still shouting anxiously.

"Senjuro, my lord father!"

Killing ghosts all the way, the Purgatory Xingshoulang who hurried over saw the movement in the shadow behind his blood relative, and when he was about to hold the handle of the knife at his waist, the other party had already drawn the knife out of its sheath ahead of time.

The flame on the blade is burning the blood of the evil spirit.

As the previous generation of Yanzhu's superb skills, not too much wasted due to the self-willed depravity of these years.

"What are you doing here?"

Ignoring the newly added corpse on the ground behind him, Purgatory Makijuro, who was still holding a flagon in his hand, frowned and looked at his own son who looked a bit surprised in front of him.

He said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and get out, you don't need to worry about it here, just do what you should do."

And looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who seemed to overlap with the once indomitable figure, and the young brother behind him who was looking at him worriedly.

Purgatory Xingshoulang was silent for a while, finally nodded heavily, and made a loud voice as usual.

"Yes, my father!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around without hesitation and left, holding the flaming blade tightly in his hand.

He was going to fulfill his duties, killing ghosts and saving people.

......

at the same time.

somewhere on the street.

For some reason, a phantom-like hazy mist filled the place, surrounding the swordsman with six eyes who stood casually and naturally in the center.

"A sword shape that I have never seen before. The users of the breath of Xia have never used such a move."

Hei Si Mou calmly observed the figure that was moving at high speed in the mist with erratic breath, and gave a slight nod of affirmation.

"Well, it seems that you created it yourself. The rhythm is unique, and the movements are difficult to see through. It takes both techniques and techniques to confuse the public. It is smooth and beautiful. It is really a coup."

There was rarely a hint of admiration in his tone.

Facing his praise, Tokito Muichiro, who was maintaining the final sword-shaped "obscure" state, had a dignified face, and even an unconcealable horror in his eyes.

On his fair neck, there was a shocking line of blood, almost...

Just a short while ago, he was beheaded directly by a ghost swordsman who could use breathing techniques, and his body was decapitated.

The speed of the opponent is simply shockingly fast.

And no matter how frightened he was, Tokito Wuichiro, who had seen a certain rabbit and a certain man in a wheelchair, finally calmed down quickly and forcibly.

He watched the opponent intently, trying to find possible flaws, and couldn't help but glance at the weird long knife in the opponent's hand from time to time.

For some reason, he always felt that the knife seemed to be a living thing.

What Shi Tou Wuichiro didn't know was that this sword was called "Xu Cry God Go", and it was a ghost blade cast by Heishimu with his own flesh and blood.

Its blade, handle, and handle are all covered with ghost eyes with vertical pupils, which not only share vision, but also increase the power of his sword shape and blood ghost technique.

But compared to this, Shitou Wuichiro actually cared more about the other unsheathed knife tied around Heishimu's waist.

He looked at the jet-black scabbard decorated with flame patterns, and the old bronze handle exuding an ancient atmosphere that had been washed by the years. For some reason, he felt an indescribable feeling of trepidation.

But at the same time, what puzzled him was that he could still feel an inexplicable closeness on this old long knife.

It's as if this is the saber of his own parents.

Regardless of the various thoughts in his mind, Shitou Wuichiro finally put all the doubts behind him, quietly came to the blind spot behind the other party's back, and tried to launch an attack.

"'Xia's Breath, Wu's Shape, and Sea of ​​Clouds'!"

The sharp blade came out of its sheath, and with the appearance of mist, it rushed directly towards the enemy along a straight line, sending out super-high-speed continuous intensive slashing attacks.

But after the beheading, Tokito Wuichiro who stopped in his tracks had his pupils constricted.

He cut through the air, and he didn't even see how the opponent avoided it!

"Well, your technique is really superb."

A flat voice came from behind him.

"Age around 14 years old...you have already cultivated such proficient sword skills at such a young age."

Hei Si Mou silently observes the other party's physical condition with "Transparent World", and evaluates it with critical standards.

Even though he is afraid of himself, he still has the courage to overcome fear and face difficulties. This is not only a talent, but also a good mentality.

Therefore, Hei Si Mou nodded again: "Well, you are indeed my descendant."

But just when he was about to say something more, a Sun Wheel Knife wrapped in Yang Yan slashed towards his side neck.

"Chong-"

The sound of metal clashing echoed.

The ghost blade forged from flesh and blood easily blocked the surprise attack of the comers.

"Xiao Xiaozhi...Huh?"

Before he could even see the opponent's face clearly, after noticing the familiar Yang Yan on the blade and the familiar sun-patterned earrings on the opponent's earlobe, Chi Jin's six vertical pupils shrank.

For the first time, Heisei Mou, who was always calm, showed a look of astonishment.

At this time, there was a loud noise in the distance.

"Oh oh oh, kill the ghost, kill the ghost, the pig leaps forward, the pig leaps forward!"

"Hey, stop making noise, bastard! Don't you see how scary that guy with six eyes is in front? I can hear his terrifying heartbeat from a long distance away! It's so scary, so scary, like night See you like an uncle!"

A swordsman wearing a wild boar hood, two swords in both hands, and a yellow-haired swordsman with an expression of "I'm so cowardly" are rushing here.

The breath intensity is roughly at the column level.

"Zenyi, Inosuke, be careful!"

Tanjiro Kamado shouted while holding the handle tightly with both hands.

He looked at the winding one in front of him, and for the first time in his life, his instincts frantically warned to the point that it was about to affect his judgment.