In Demon Slayer, I Treat Muzan from the Start

Judging from the current plot, this Wuxian is much smarter than the original Wuxian.        ，bossboss                                                                                                             both are all types that can make readers wonder for ten days and ten nights, wondering why they can lose with four cards and a pair of kings and kings. To be honest, with the lineup in the original work, even if I removed the upper body (the original work has seven hearts, one of the five brains is in the abdomen) and even fought with my feet, I could win.

Looking back at Tsukuni Iwakatsu's life, people will find that two words "jealousy" are written throughout the article. He is a warrior who has been trapped in the feudal Warring States clan since childhood. He is an evil ghost who eats people and drinks blood. He has lived in the shadow of his younger brother his whole life. In order to surpass this god-like man, he did not hesitate to become an evil ghost and abandon his family. However, looking back, it was only when he was about to die and asked himself about his life that he discovered that what he really hated was just himself for not surpassing Yuanyi. It was clear that he was wielding a demonic sword with ghost eyes, but after all... He never saw his own path clearly... It was 400 years ago during the Warring States Period in Japan, when a pair of twin brothers were born to the famous Jiguo clan. The elder brother was named Jiguo Yansheng by his father, which means always winning. The younger brother was named Jiguo Yuanyi by his mother, which means that he hopes that he will pay attention to the fate between people. In that era, twins, especially boys, were regarded as an ominous sign, because the reality was cruel. Twins often meant competition for inheritance rights, and the tragedy of fratricide was very likely to occur. Therefore, there is a saying spread in ancient times: "Twin emperors, one son leaves and the other returns." And the younger brother inherited the country and became a being destined to be abandoned because of the weird markings he was born with. Thanks to his mother's crazy protection after knowing about it, Ji Guoyuan was saved from death. But even so, my younger brother Yuanyi still had to become a monk at the age of ten. In addition, the younger brother and older brother were deliberately allocated, and their treatment was very different, ranging from tea and meals to residential education, all of which were deliberately divided into two levels: good and bad. " Jiguo Enichi, who does not laugh or speak, is treated as if he was born deaf and mute. He is like a child who has not grown up. He sticks to his mother's left hand all day long, playing with the same hand and foot... "He is so pitiful!" At this time, Jiguo Yansheng was full of pity for his younger brother, and he gradually came up with the idea of ​​protecting his younger brother. After that, he took advantage of the night to secretly find a chance to have fun. But the good times did not last long. His behavior was finally discovered by his father. In anger, his father beat Jiguo Imsho severely. But the next day, Iwakatsu made a piccolo with his own hands and gave it to his younger brother Yuichi. "When you miss your brother, just blow it, and I will appear by your side immediately" This pure brotherhood lasted until Iwakatsu was seven years old, when he was practicing swinging a sword in the courtyard that day.       "？…！"     ""       The bamboo knife fell at the sound, and Yan Sheng was completely stunned when he heard this. He couldn't believe that the person who was regarded as a deaf-mute by everyone, the one who stayed beside his mother all day long and acted like a spoiled child, would be sent to the temple to become a monk at the age of ten, and the younger brother who saw his elder brother working hard, actually dreamed of becoming a samurai like him. This is really ridiculous, this is really an insult to the samurai! Looking at Yuanyi's first smile, Jiguo Yansheng felt that Yuanyi was a little disgusted and disgusted for the first time. After that, Yuanyi would pester his brother every day, watching him practice swordsmanship with his father's subordinates, his master, and asking him to teach him one and a half moves. Under the indifference of this father's subordinates, they gave him a bamboo sword and told him some basics and formulas of swordsmanship. However, what no one could have imagined was that Yuanyi suddenly rushed towards the powerful enemy in front of him like a violent storm. "Brush" "Touch" "Touch" "Touch" With just four moves, it was easy to knock out the teacher who Yan Sheng had never defeated despite his life. In an instant, he was knocked unconscious. In embarrassment, he became the first person to test the sword of a peerless genius. He has also become the only person in Jiguo Yansheng's memory who has survived Yuan Yi's four moves. This duel was almost devastating to Yan Sheng. His efforts day and night were a joke in front of his monster-like younger brother. And my father also heard about this. After that, Enichi never said anything like "I want to become a samurai" because he hated the feeling of hitting others. But Yan Sheng is yearning for this, and he is anxious and still has one last fantasy - maybe he just mastered the method to become stronger? After repeated questioning, Tsukuni Enichi's words far exceeded his imagination, "A person's lungs will change significantly before an attack. By observing the movement of the lungs, the direction of the bones, and the flow of blood, anyone can easily judge the opponent's movements." It took Yan Sheng a long time to understand, and then he realized that the world in Jiguoyuan's eyes was very different from the world in his own eyes - it turned out that all living things were transparent in Yuan's eyes. This innately transparent world, just like the markings he was born with, is something he was born with and possesses, and his body, which is like a masterpiece of the gods, provides the foundation for the easy and perfect realization of all the skills in the world. But whenever it comes to swordsmanship, the young Yuanyi always looks extremely bored. He just chases his brother and asks him to fly a kite with him. For him, fighting really has no more meaning than playing. Seeing his younger brother who regarded magical skills as child's play, Yan Sheng fell completely into the abyss of self-doubt and despair. He kept swinging the knife day and night, putting in 1000% effort to eliminate even 1% of the flaws. In front of this monster-like younger brother, he became as ridiculous as a turtle crawling. How wonderful it would be if God could give talents to those who desire them! He was helpless, he hated, why, why did he put in so much hardship, and in front of the word talent, it became so... Funny. At the same time, he also understood what choice the rational father would make after learning about the talent gap between the two. After learning about Yuanyi's powerful talent, it was inevitable that the situation of the two would change. Sometimes fate is so unpredictable. Who would have thought that the brother he once loved would take away everything from him in the blink of an eye. At this time, Yan Sheng was heartbroken and filled with fear. He was afraid that Ji Guoyuan would take away everything from him. In this muddy emotion, he spent the longest night in his life. But that night, Yuanyi knocked on the door and told his brother that his mother had died of illness, and told him that he was about to go to the temple in advance. "I will cherish the piccolo given by my brother as a brother, and I will never give it up even if we are far away from each other." Immediately, he showed the happiest and happiest smile that Iwakatsu had ever seen in his life. The pure Enichi put away the piccolo that showed his brotherly love and left this home that didn't have much warmth. But he didn't know that his brother was only unhappy at this moment - he didn't understand, he didn't understand why Yuanyi was laughing. He regarded the piccolo, which could only produce weird out-of-tune sounds and was tone-deaf, as a useless waste. He watched blankly as his younger brother lowered his head deeply, carrying a backpack with almost nothing, and finally disappeared into the night... But when he was looking for his mother's belongings, he looked through his mother's diary, and finally realized that his younger brother seemed to know that his father was about to change the heir, so he left early. It was only then that Yan Sheng realized that he had never truly understood Yuanyi, when he left voluntarily considering his brother's future, and when he supported his mother who was suffering from a serious illness through the last few years. Wait a minute, I'm suffering from a serious disease! ! ! ! It was then that Yan Sheng realized that Yuan Yi's coquettish behavior when he was a child was actually just supporting his mother who was paraplegic! No matter it was his talent, his love for his mother, or even his noble character far beyond his age, Yan Sheng felt that he had tasted the taste of a miserable defeat At this time, Yan Sheng's head buzzed and his chest hurt. He looked down and saw a smear of blood flowing from the tip of his nose. He was not moved at all, nor was he grateful at all. When [honor], which the samurai regards as more important than [life], is completely defeated, he hates himself like this, and even more hates Yuanyi who shows mercy to him. Please, don't live in this world. Monsters like you should never have been born in this world in the first place. People like you, just existing, disrupt the common sense of the world The elder brother viciously cursed his younger brother with the most despicable and dark malice. The next day, my father learned the whole story and regretted it. He anxiously sent people to the temple to recover Yuanyi, but he was told that Yuanyi did not come to the temple at all. The subsequent development was just as he expected. As soon as the fate of the country disappeared, even though his father ran around to fulfill his mother's last wish, he could not be found... Was he killed by a bear in the forest? Was he kidnapped by a trafficker? In any case, he disappeared after all. In the more than ten years after that, his father died early because he missed his mother. He inherited the family business of the step country, married a wife and had children.       ，        ，，，，，， Under the bright moonlight, Jiguoyuanyi cleanly killed the evil ghost who wiped out his troops with one sword as if he were a god coming down to earth. He easily cut off the evil ghost's head. Under the reflection of the moonlight, it looked so dazzling and unworldly. Iwakatsu was shocked by Enichi's appearance as bright as the sun under the bright moonlight, and could not return to his senses for a long time. However, like a god, he lowered his head this time and listened to him tell his apology for being a step too late for not being able to save all his brother's men, but he did not see his brother's internal organs filled with jealousy burning again. Destiny played a big joke on him. The wish of the once strongest warrior was easily fulfilled by his younger brother. This was undoubtedly something he would never tolerate. Seeing the perfect connection between strength and character, the jealousy that had been gradually wiped out by ordinary life, and the desire to be the "strongest warrior" once again filled my brother's internal organs. In order to fulfill one's wish, in order to reach the realm of joining the country, in order to become the strongest samurai. Yan Sheng resolutely abandoned his family business, his wife and children, and became a ghost hunter like Yuanyi. However, Enichi took it as his brother's recognition of the path he was on, and recommended him to the Demon Slayer Squad and the Lord... As soon as he entered the Demon Slayer Corps, Enichi Tsukuni taught him the Breath of the Sun. This skill can inhale a large amount of oxygen, greatly improve one's heart and lung function, and can also emit a light similar to the sun's light from the inhaled oxygen. However, no one, including Iwakatsu, has learned it... So Enichi created the water, rock, fire, thunder, and wind breathing methods based on the Breath of the Sun, as well as everyone's specialties and abilities, and the existing five sword systems. The Demon Slayer Squad reached unprecedented heights. They once curbed the growth of ghosts with their overwhelming force. Although Iwakatsu was unwilling to be unable to learn the Sun Breath, as he became more advanced in the Moon Breath that he created, which was closest to the Sun Breath, the same patterns as Jiguo Enichi's gradually appeared on his forehead. He began to believe that as long as he practiced it, he would reach the height of Enichi sooner or later. "No one can compete with you and me. The inheritance of the breathing method is disappointing." On the plain, Yan Sheng, who was extremely proud of this, said to his younger brother. Iwakatsu, who desperately pursues his younger brother, sometimes thinks about the heir, but no one can learn their brother's breathing method. Jiguo Enichi is strangely optimistic. (No one can learn their brother's breathing method of the sun and the moon) The breeze gently blew Yuan Yi's face, and he said, "We are not that great people. Maybe at this time, a baby with far more talent than you and me is being born." Yuan Yi said with a smile on his stiff face: "We can say goodbye to this world at any time without worries." In this regard, the arrogant brother only felt disgusted and ironic. He did not want to lose to anyone, including his descendants after death. However, all of this slowly changed as time went by, and the swordsmen who turned on the patterns died, and it turned out that the patterns were just a way to extend life from heaven. Even those of them who have tempered their bodies to the extreme cannot bear the side effects of turning on the patterns. No one who has turned on the patterns can live past the age of 25, and this means that Iwakatsu, who is about to turn 25, has no time to catch up with Enichi Tsukuni. And in this confusion and confusion, he met the man, the ultimate goal of the Demon Slayer Squad - Onimusi Muzan. On the rooftop of the beams, Oni Wushi Wuhan said slowly: "As long as you become a ghost, isn't it easy to solve it? As long as you become a ghost, you can have unlimited time. You want to practice your sword skills to the extreme, and I also want to turn a swordsman who has practiced the breathing method into a ghost. What will happen? You are different from them, you have the right to choose, what do you think." Faced with Wu Kai's bargaining chip of eternal life, Yan Sheng, whose deadline was approaching, could not resist the temptation. He finally took that step, drank the blood, and spent three days and three nights to transform into a sword ghost. It became one of the first, last and strongest strings.                  [，]      ， As his recommender, Enichi Tsukuni was expelled by the Demon Slayers. As a result, the Tsukoku clan, which Iwakatsu was implicated in, declined and they made a living by logging trees in the mountains for hundreds of years. Muzan, who originally didn't take the Demon Slayers seriously, experienced the battle in the bamboo forest and felt the same fear of being dominated by Yuiyi like Iwakatsu. After a lucky escape, he came up with the idea of ​​forming 12 Ghost Moons to fight against the Demon Slayers. With a body that is always at its peak, coupled with the special way of becoming stronger by sucking human blood, Hei Shimo's state of mind gradually stabilized, and that annoying younger brother should have long since been wiped out by stripes because of his fragile human body... (End of Part 1)

Gua!

On a blood moon night 60 years later, Black Death Mo returned to his hometown after waiting for all the striped swordsmen to die. Then he witnessed a scene that he still couldn't believe. He actually saw his brother again near the seven-story tower in his hometown. Its twin brother, following the country's fate, actually lived past the age of 25 with a wrinkled body, and even passed the age of eighty, with gray hair on his temples. Countless questions have come to its lips, but it can't ask any of them. However, it was his younger brother who had been silent all his life and was now very old, who spoke first. Hei Sheimou suddenly discovered that Yuanyi actually... Shed tears. Yuanyi said softly: "How sad... Brother..." [Did I lose again? To be pitied by such an old and ugly creature. Because of jealousy, Heishimou, who has fallen into the ghost realm, has long abandoned human ethics. However, facing his younger brother's hoarse "brother" and the two lines of turbid tears flowing from his cheeks full of grooves, he is full of doubts about his current emotions. But it still lowered its head slightly. Is it guilt? Is it sadness? Incarnated as a ghost, he could no longer understand his own feelings. No, [Hei Sheimou] did not let this idea continue. This wonderful sadness turned completely gray in the next moment! Fly! Cigarette! Destroy! After it came back to its senses, it found that its younger brother had already tightly grasped the He Dao at his waist. All distracting thoughts disappeared, and everything in the world was no longer detectable. Like the vast and boundless power of the sea of stars, it emerged from the vicissitudes of the body. When the surrounding air gradually solidified in front of this momentum that could cut off the world with one sword, his posture was flawless and flawless. His strength was still the same as before. Unfathomable, still many dimensions higher than his brother. Under that pressure that was so powerful that it was almost suffocating, the last thing Hei Shimo heard was Ji Guoyuan's gentle reminder ringing in the wind: "I'm coming..." Heishimou, who was still at his peak, was like being pressed by Mount Tai, completely suppressed by Yuanyi's power. In the next moment, he suddenly covered his neck. It was clear that the knife had not been drawn out, and the winner had been decided in an instant. Why is it always you? Why have you always been special? ! As a stripe holder, can I avoid death? ! The sword skills displayed by the old body are the same as those in the heyday? ! Why are you the only one who can step outside the common sense of this world? ! Why are you the only one who was born with the favor of the gods? ! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I really want to kill you with my own hands! ! ! It really wanted to roar out heartbreakingly, but it could only cover its throat and use the ghost's power to regenerate in embarrassment. Heishimou, the hatred and jealousy that had been somewhat forgotten, everything, with this knife, all came to mind again, the biting jealousy and hatred, the jealousy fire in Heishimou's internal organs burned again. How many times has this happened? The younger brother, who is as good as God and Buddha, once again reflects the ugly appearance of the elder brother who is desperately chasing after him. It is not willing to give in, it is very unwilling, but at the same time it is also convinced that Yuanyi will definitely cut off its head with a sword, and it is absolutely impossible to stop it. It will definitely remove its head because of the god's control skills that even Wuhan is afraid of! However, it waited for a long time and still couldn't wait for Enichi's next blow. When it finished regenerating its own neck, it looked up and found that the man who was once known as the strongest swordsman, the man who was like a god descending from the earth, the younger brother it had been trying to catch up with, was standing in a standing posture after making the previous blow. —I died of old age. A legendary life that no one can surpass... After finally regenerating his neck, Heishimou roared like crazy: "Why, you always make me look so miserable!!!" Suddenly, it felt that something wrapped in a brocade bag fell out of Yuanyi's clothes that he had cut off with his own knife. Hei Shimou slowly opened it, and then he discovered that what was inside was actually the flute that he had given to Yuanyi back then. Heishimou picked up the broken flute and slowly turned back. The childhood Yuanyi in his mind stood behind it, showing the most sincere and happiest smile in its memory, and said slowly: [I will cherish this flute given by my elder brother as much as my elder brother. "Shut up, shut up, don't say any more... I hate you, I hate you..." Hei Shimou whispered to Yuanyi in his memory not to continue talking, but ironically, its six eyes that had long turned into ghost eyes were shedding tears at this moment for the brother it had hated all its life. At the same time, more and more memories came to its mind... In the hundreds of years from the Warring States Period to Taisho, the memory of Hei Shi Mouwei gradually became blurred. After the death of Ji Guoyuan, he even assisted Mu Mei to completely kill all the swordsmen he knew who knew Rihu. No matter how the Twelve Ghost Moons change later, Black Death Mou will always firmly occupy the top spot with the power to make ghosts despair. Like a lonely blood moon, walking aimlessly alone in the dark night where the sun is no longer visible. However, the [hundred years of peace] before Taisho was eventually broken with the death of the six brothers and sisters in the Flower Street Chapter. With the sound of the pipa, all the strings came to the Infinite City to listen to the teachings of Wu Mei. In this brief appearance, the power of Black Death Mou that far exceeds that of other strings is revealed. It is the first ghost to detect the appearance of Wuhan, and it also has peerless swordsmanship that can easily cut off the upper three arms quietly! It still treats rules, order, and affiliation as ironclad rules that must not be broken, just like hundreds of years ago. After sternly warning Yi Wo Zuo, the conceited Hei Shimo did not take his hostility to heart and turned around and left. Just when Shangxian gathered in Infinite City, during that time, it encountered a swordsman who bowed to it in a certain battle. That guy's name is Yue Yue. He has a strong desire to become stronger. Hei Shimo finds it interesting. Just like affirming his past self, he bestows his blood on this not-so-powerful man to help him step into the ghost path. Hei Shimo was ordered to stop the Demon Slayer Corps in Infinite City, but before meeting the enemy, he felt the news that Shangsan's breath had disappeared on the battlefield. It denounced Yiwozuo's behavior of giving up on his own and pursuing a higher realm, which is extremely cowardly. Then he drew his sword and slashed randomly to vent his anger. The next moment, the surrounding pillars slid down. After it calmed down again, Muichiro, who was affected by Narume's ability, appeared in front of him. With the sound of footsteps, Wuyilang looked at the fierce ghost in front of him. "Here we come, ghost hunter." It felt a familiar aura on this young, overly strong pillar-level man. It pointed at him and shook its finger, as if it hadn't spoken for a long time. It almost said in one sentence: "You... Seem to have a... Very nostalgic smell." In an instant, a biting and unbearable chill spread from his heart to his limbs. He looked at the man holding a blood-eyed ghost sword in disbelief, with [] engraved in the middle of his six pupils, feeling anxious, fearful, nervous, and disgusted. The mere sight of the heavy, mountain-like aura rushing towards him made his body instinctively resist fighting, and he trembled with fear. For the first time in Muichiro's life, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't even pull out his sword. When Hei Shimo asked with great interest about Muichiro's surname, when he heard the answer [Shitou], he realized that the surname [Jiguo] had disappeared for a long time. And Muichiro is the descendant of the child left when [it] was [him]. Hei Shimo pointed at Wuichiro: "To put it simply... Is... My descendant." Although Wuichiro was extremely shocked, he still forced himself to adjust his breathing. Until now, these things are irrelevant. Following the long sword slashing out diagonally, the Breath of Kasumi, the Two Forms, and the Eightfold Kasumi, a set of clouds rushed towards Black Death Eyes like clouds and mist. However, Black Death Eyes did not draw the sword, and walked on ghost-like steps, easily dodging Muichiro's successive attacks. The eyes of the black eyes were filled with admiration for its descendants. He said almost one sentence at a time: "You are so young... You have such proficient sword skills... You are in awe of me... But you can also suppress your fear... Face the difficulties... You are worthy of being... My descendant... Although the bloodline is very sparse... But it doesn't matter... Even... The surname is cut off... My cells will still survive in your body." Listening to the previous praise of his bloodline, Muichiro's markings quietly appeared again and sneered: "Are you kidding me? Even if I am your descendant, hundreds of years have passed. How can your blood and cells still survive in my body, evil ghost!" "Looking at the Sword" I saw Kasumi and Seven's shape that I had never seen before, like a sea of clouds covering everything. His black eyes were so sharp. He not only understood the ancient and modern breathing methods, but also understood the pros and cons of each move. At this time, I saw Muichiro use such a smooth and beautiful move. Hei Shimo couldn't help but have a fighting spirit and whispered softly: "Wonderful, wonderful, I would be rude if I didn't draw my sword." It has clearly been separated from the existence of human beings for a long time, but it still adheres to the etiquette of a warrior. In just a moment, the sword light flashes, wrapping countless hooked moons in Yuehu. Izukata. Dark Moon. Xiao no Palace, and cuts off Muichiro's left arm. At this moment, Muichiro realized that the breath used by the other party was actually his starting breath [Breath of the Moon]. His speed, technique, and even sword skills are not of the same dimension as his. But he must not back down. At random, Mr. Toru endured the severe pain and once again attacked the powerful enemy in front of him with "Kasumi's Breath. Four Forms, Horizontal Slash" This move has been a skill he has learned all his life, but even so, the strength gap between the two has not changed, making it possible for this battle to turn over from the beginning. Heishimou did not evade, and with a twist of his fingers, he snatched Muichiro's Nichirin Sword, then thrust it with his backhand and nailed it to the pillar. "My descendant... As a ghost, please serve that Lord... Right now, I am the only one left who can truly fight. That Lord should also agree with you." It seems that as time goes by, Hei Death Mou becomes more and more proficient in speaking, but the sense of oppression like a mountain becomes stronger and stronger. "If your arm becomes a ghost, it will naturally regenerate. You don't have to worry." Just as Hei Shimo was trying to forcibly inject the blood of ghosts into Muichiro's body, intending to turn him into a ghost to serve Mukai. The immortal Kawakawa Xuanya, who was dormant behind, found the right opportunity and shot decisively. "Bang" "You must think so too." The black eyes behind Xuan Mi said slowly. Unexpectedly, Black Death Mou appeared behind him in an instant, and cut off Xuan Mi's left arm with a casual blow. Xuan Mi still did not give up, and drew the knife with his backhand, intending to attack again at close range. However, Black Death Mou was too strong and too fast. As soon as the blade was unsheathed, Xuan Mi's other arm was cut into two pieces. "So... You are the one who eats ghosts. There is no need to leave a way for you to survive for a fake ghost like you." Hei Shimo muttered while stabbing Xuan Mi in the abdomen again. This knife directly split Xuan Mi in half from the abdomen. "Aren't you dead yet? More than 300 years ago, there was a ghost-eating swordsman like you. He died after his body was cut off. Do you want to cut off his head?" During the conversation, the sharp blade in Hei Death Mou's hand was already cutting at him. In this flash of lightning, five wind blades cut through the void, blocking the incoming attack. "The breath of the wind. The four shapes rise up into the sand and dust." The Wind Pillar of Immortality Kawa Saneya immediately entered the stage. "Humph, Wind Pillar?" Looking at the two brothers who joined the Demon Slayer Squad together, some of Hei Shimo's ancient memories were awakened again. "Yes, I am the strong wind that is going to break your neck." The swordsman with a scarred face and crazy eyes, but with the power to make even the black devil have to avoid the edge for a while, the furious Shimi drew his sword and killed him. "How dare you chop my brother, you damn eyeball bastard." Wherever the strong wind went, Shimi's attacks became more fierce. Hei Shi Mou's horizontal sword stance once again used Dark Moon and Xiao's Palace. Saneya did not fight with him, but instead slid down and attacked his lower body with a horizontal sword. "The Breath of the Wind. The Shape of One. The Dust Whirlwind Slashes" During the high-speed movement, a shock wave was brought out of the ground. With just one sword, Sane Mi seized the opportunity. Following the second sword, the third sword was issued continuously. Each sword was both cruel and accurate, and the tip of the sword never left the opponent's vital point. Although Hei Shimo was fast, facing such a sharp attack from Shimi, he had no choice but to draw his sword out of its sheath to resist. After the sound of the blades intersecting, several people finally saw the blade of the previous one clearly! It was an evil thing made entirely of flesh and blood, with hazy and cloudy eyes scattered everywhere, exuding a disgusting stench. "Breath of the Moon·Five Forms·Moon Soul Flame Vortex" was originally a defensive technique, but after hundreds of years of study by Hei Shimo, it actually had an offensive effect. Countless tiny crescents accompanied by five large moon marks expanded it to more than ten meters, approaching Shimi's vital point. When this situation is critical, how can Shimi not accept it? "The Breath of the Wind. The Shape of Three. Qinglan Wind Tree" Suddenly, sword light shot out and a strong wind blew. Heishimou couldn't help but secretly admired [Both the body and the sword skills seemed to be in their prime] But Saneya was even more surprised. He finally understood why Muichiro lost. Every time the opponent swung his sword, there would be countless tiny crescents of different lengths, and he was also using the breathing method to further increase his speed and strength. Even though Feng Zhu is as powerful as the Demon Slayer Corps in both physical and sword skills, Black Death Mou's hundreds of years of accumulation allows him to only use part of his power to make his opponents feel like they are walking on the edge of life and death. But the corner of Shimi's mouth suddenly raised: "Interesting, really interesting, you ghost, you are worth killing" "Wind Breath. Two Shapes. Claws Koto Wind" Seeing his move, Heishimou came too urgently and too quickly, so he returned the sword pill and protected it in front of his chest. But he soon discovered that the four claw-shaped wind blades slashed by Shimi did not dissipate. Instead, they were slicing his saber with a slashing force. Black Death Mou, relying on his own strength, swung them all away with a sweeping sweep. How could Shimi allow him to free his hands and attack again with a jumping chop? "Dang" The two sharp blades intersected, and fire splashed. Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, Feng Zhu clamped the sharp blade between the toe and sole of his right foot, and the knife quietly stabbed from the dead corner below. But Hei Shimo seemed to know everything, and he raised his head to avoid the sharp blade. That's... My knife? ! ]Xuan Mi, who raised his severed hand and looked up at the battlefield, thought in surprise. In this blink of an eye, Hei Shimo and Shimi were fighting together again. Both sides attacked simultaneously, one sword after another, each sword was as fast as the other, and it was endless, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while. [You can actually keep up with my speed, it's really nostalgic and exciting.] Hei Shimo is very excited. How many years has he not appeared? A strong man who can compete with him? ! (End of Part 2)

Posting something I posted in a Demon Slayer fanfic a long time ago, it was quite funny. 🙂🙂🙂😜😜😜😜😜😜😜

That day, Wuhan faced the sun directly

Let me tell book friends who come in through Sanjiang, don't worry about this book's subject matter being niche or novice readers, the author has really written a different world of demon slaying. So this book is of high quality and awesome, so I'm done with it.

Those breathing techniques are all special effects and have no effect in the eyes of ghosts.

The timeline is not messed up. Let me explain. So far in this book, there has not been anyone who knows how to breathe, nor has there been any native who can kill ghosts before Wu Mei appeared. Absolutely not.

It's better than expected. I thought it was a very ordinary novel based on the title, but I didn't expect it to be a little surprise. The protagonist is strong and doesn't seem aggrieved, but he's not omnipotent. The other characters also have a sense of presence and are not background panels. Occasionally there is a knife and Yiqing. It's good~ I hope the author will continue to work hard.