Demon Slayer: The Tai Chi Swordsman

The sharp poison needles instantly pierced Wuyilang into a hedgehog. Even though the needles were not deep, the poison spread rapidly.

Wuyilang's vision gradually became blurred, and his body swayed from side to side, as if he was drunk.

Wuyilang suppressed the spread of the poison through breathing, but Yuhu's neurotoxin was like a beast, eroding Wuyilang's spirit.

Wuyilang turned around slowly, and his front was densely pierced with hundreds of poison needles, but the corners of his mouth rose because he protected his brother.

From childhood to adulthood, my brother has been protecting me. This time it was finally my turn to stand up.

Wuyilang!

Youyi's face was ashen, his eyebrows squeezed together, and his veins bulged.

He was anxious!

But the water bowl not only prevented him from breathing, but also blocked his voice. Youyilang wanted to roar but couldn't.

Obviously, Yuhu was not so easy to deal with when he was serious. Because of the previous experience, Yuhu did not dare to be careless at all.

Yuhu knew very well that if he underestimated these pillars, he would die easily.

However, the scene in front of him made Yuhu a little complacent.

The pillars were just like that. Wouldn't it be enough to kill two pillars with hands?

How did those two guys, Hantiangou and Daki, die?

Obviously, they died of weakness, unlike me, Yuhu, who was simply too strong.

Yuhu's baby-like little hand supported his forehead, and he laughed up to the sky, laughing wildly.

"Hahaha!"

"If you dare to break my pot, I will make you into a pot!"

"What's the name?"

Swish, swish, swish!

The sound of sharpening a knife from somewhere attracted Yuhu's attention. Although the sound was very small, Yuhu heard it clearly.

Sharpening a knife?

Yuhu's head was full of question marks. The ghosts were coming. Any normal person should run for his life!

Curious, Yuhu followed the sound and finally came to the broken wooden house that Kiritani and Zhantu were repairing.

"Hey! If you don't want to die, open the door for me?" Yuhu shouted condescendingly.

After a few minutes, the only response to him was the sound of sharpening the knife.

Damn, what a thing, dare to ignore you, Yuhu.

The furious Yuhu punched the door of the wooden house into pieces, and Tietzuka Hotaru was still concentrating on sharpening the knife as if no one was around.

"Hey!"

"Human?"

Yuhu called Tietzuka Hotaru impatiently, but the other party still did not respond to him.

Yuhu could not feel fear, tension, or any emotion from Tietzuka Hotaru.

This is not the reaction of a normal person meeting a ghost.

No matter how Yuhu shouted, Tietzuka Hotaru only had the knife in his eyes.

Oh my, what a dedicated knife maker, he is too focused!

Yuhu was not only ashamed, he claimed to be the most powerful artist, but the behavior of Gangtsuzuka Hotaru made him feel inferior.

Damn it, damn it!

How can there be an artist in this world who is more serious than me? I won't allow it!

Yuhu became more and more angry. He vowed to make the knife maker in front of him give up sharpening the knife. Killing him directly would be an insult to his heart that was passionate about art.

Yuhu summoned a blue pot, and more than a dozen sharp water blades broke through the air.

In a flash, Gangtsuzuka Hotaru had dozens of knife cuts on his body, but this only brought piercing pain, not fatal injuries.

Blood gushed out like a spring, and small blood columns spurted out. After a while, Gangtsuzuka Hotaru's gray kimono was dyed red.

Even so, Gangtsuzuka Hotaru didn't say a word.

Yuhu wanted to make Gangtsuzuka Hotaru give up sharpening the knife through pain, but it turned out to be impossible.

Bang!

The fire man mask of Tietsuzuka Hotaru was shattered to the ground, and his long hair was draped over his shoulders, revealing his peerless face under the mask.

His eyebrows were like swords, and his clear eyes were as bright as stars. A flash of knife light was reflected in them. His fair face was covered with bloodstains, as if the forging knife did not leave any marks on his face.

Yuhu was stunned. No way! This is all right. This guy can't be unconscious!

Next, Yuhu thought of many ways. Tietsuzuka Hotaru became scarred, but the knife in his hand did not make a sound.

On the path not far away, Muichiro and Youriro were trapped in a water bowl and were about to suffocate, and the other was poisoned and staggering.

But the stupid Yuhu did not choose to finish off the knife. He thought that the two guys were dead.

Youriro was so angry that he was like a dynamite with a lit fuse, and blue blood vessels bulged under his slender and white skin.

The Nichirin sword in his hand began to turn red from the handle, and the red color was like a virus, which soon infected the entire sword.

Gurgle! Gurgle!

The water around the blade began to boil and bubble, and deep red floating cloud patterns appeared on Ichiro's right forehead and cheek.

The stripes and the red sword opened together, and Ichiro had exploded.

Ichiro leaned on the last part of his lungs.With one swing of the sword, the hot Sun Wheel Sword split the soft and smooth water bowl in two.

"Damn it, I'm going to chop you, you bastard!"

Yuichiro was so angry that he cursed. He took out the antidote in his arms. He asked his master's wife for it specially for emergency use.

Yuichiro stabbed the antidote into Muichiro and said softly: "Muichiro, are you feeling better?"

"Brother, I'm fine!"

The antidote was very powerful and suppressed the poison immediately. Of course, the stripes may also have an effect.

Once a swordsman activates the stripes, the stripes will spread to the people around like a virus.

The only stripes of Muichiro are on his left forehead and cheek, which are also dark red textures. The stripes on his forehead are symmetrical with those of Yuichiro.

"Brother, let's go and behead that ghost!" Muichiro's face was firm. He and Yuichiro had the same mood to protect their family.

Ichiro did not dissuade his brother and nodded silently.

Ichiro's blade slid across Muichiro's Nichirin Sword, sparks flew everywhere, and he opened the red sword for his brother, even though he knew that the other party had the strength to open it himself.

But the red sword awakened by gripping will also burn the palm, thinking how "sour and refreshing" it would be to hold a red-hot iron rod in the hand.

Ichiro didn't want his brother to suffer like this.

Ichiro stood up, like a cannonball, and catapulted to the top of the mountain.

The gentleness on his face disappeared, replaced by ferocity and rage.

You pierce Muichiro's body with a hundred needles, and I will cut you a thousand times!

Muichiro used breathing to force out the poison needles on his body and followed closely behind his brother.

He didn't want to hide behind his brother, he wanted to fight with his brother.

Yu Hu in the wooden house was also about to explode with anger. He had tried his best to ensure that Tietsuzuka Hotaru was not dead, but still failed to shake the other party's attention.

"Ahhh!"

"Can't you move a little?"

"I promise not to kill you!"

Yu Hu looked up to the sky and howled, depressed to death.

After thinking for a long time, Yu Hu's face suddenly became sinister, and he raised his hand knife and aimed at Tietsuzuka Hotaru's head.

"I can't disturb you, so I'll just let you die!"

"The world doesn't need artists who are more focused than me!"