Demon Slayer: The Tai Chi Swordsman

Ichiro's left shoulder was almost pierced, but fortunately, after Yuhu died, his blood demon art also disappeared.

Ichiro leaned against a big tree, and Muichiro was still giving him emergency treatment.

"Muichiro, go help everyone!"

"I'm fine!"

Ichiro patted his brother's shoulder, and a smile appeared on his face.

"But, brother..."

Ichiro pushed his brother and said, "Someone needs you more. Don't worry, I'm not going to die yet!"

Muichiro nodded and ran to the village at the fastest speed. He looked back and made up his mind secretly: I will work hard with my brother's share.

Like Muichiro, Kanroji Mitsuri was also on the way to support. Only Tanjiro was left in the whole village.

Tanjiro held the black Nichirin sword, and Nezuko stood beside him with a serious expression.

It can be said that the one in front of them was the strongest opponent they had ever met.

Former Upper Rank Two, now Upper Rank Three, Douma.

Douma glanced at the goldfish monsters that were dissipating around him, and Yuhu was dead.

However, Yuhu's death did not stir any waves in Douma's heart. He smiled and glanced at Tanjiro and his sister.

Without Kiritani Zhantu, Douma returned to his usual calmness. He thought that except Kiritani Zhantu, no one in the Demon Slayer Corps could threaten him.

Looking at Douma's pupils, Tanjiro was a little confused. Shouldn't this demon named Douma be Upper Rank Two?

Why did the number in his eyes become three?

Even if the opponent was demoted, Tanjiro did not dare to slack off.

I saw Nezuko cut her palm, and the bright red blood dripped onto Tanjiro's knife.

Nezuko's mind moved, and the rose-red flame ignited. This is Tanjiro's unique red sword, the only red sword that can burn.

Oh?

Blood Demon Art?

Douma tilted his head, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, Douma flashed in front of the two of them, and he quickly waved his fan, and more than a dozen lotus-shaped ice blades exploded at close range.

Blood Demon Art: Lotus Leaf Ice.

Tanjiro reacted quickly, and swung a round dance, slashing forward with an arc-shaped slash wrapped with flames.

The flames and ice lotus clashed, and water vapor spread.

Nezuko had already instantly moved to Douma's side, and kicked out with a whip-like kick like a blade, directly taking Douma's head.

"Interesting!"

"Hahaha!"

Douma smiled but didn't really smile, or he didn't know why he was smiling, after all, he was a ghost without emotions.

Douma waved his folding fan with one hand, and the knife flashed, and blood gushed out of Nezuko's thigh, and at the same time, the ice crystals froze the blood that Nezuko spilled.

With just one glance, Douma found that the strange flame was powered by Nezuko's blood.

Douma grabbed Nezuko's slender white neck and summoned six crystal children at the same time.

In an instant, Tanjiro was surrounded by six different blood demon arts, and Tanjiro had to retreat again and again.

Douma's hand was like a cold clamp, and Nezuko couldn't break free no matter how hard she struggled.

"Nezuko!"

Tanjiro was extremely anxious, but the six crystal children could be said to release blood demon arts at 360 degrees without dead angles.

The biting cold burst out from Douma's body, and the white frost spread on Nezuko's body little by little like a virus.

Calm down!

Calm down quickly, Tanjiro!

Tanjiro kept admonishing himself in his heart, and soon, Tanjiro's breathing became stable, and his sword speed became faster and faster.

The orange-red fighting spirit swirled and finally turned into a giant dragon more than ten meters long that wrapped Tanjiro up.

Tanjiro performed the thirteenth style of Sun Breathing.

Six lines of gaps emerged together, and Tanjiro swung out a blazing fire ring, smashing six crystal children at the same time.

"Awesome, awesome!"

Doma praised Tanjiro expressionlessly, and then waved the golden iron fan.

Twelve crystal children swarmed in, and in the blink of an eye, this space turned into ice and snow, and the temperature around dropped several degrees.

Tanjiro was no longer anxious. He had already mastered the thirteen styles of Sun Breathing, thanks to the tenth style of Yoriichi.

Once the twelve styles of Sun Breathing are connected, they can attack from close range and defend from a distance.

The flaming dragon shuttled through the snow, as graceful as a startled swan.

"You damn guy, let Nezuko go!"

"Such a cute girl, how could you do that!"

A delicate cry sounded, and the surging abyss fell from the sky.

The arrival of Kanroji Mitsuri's support made Tanjiro breathe a sigh of relief.

The pink blade wind swirled around, and Kanroji Mitsuri's sword wrapped around Douma's arm like a ribbon.

Mitsuri's sword was a special Nichirin sword, which was as soft as a whip but also had strong toughness.Retractable knife, forged by the village chief.

Douma's arm holding Nezuko was split into eight pieces, and Kanroji Mitsuri held Nezuko and retreated.

But the heads of the two were also covered with sharp icicles, which were Douma's blood demon art·winter icicles.

Dozens of icicles fell together, and Kanroji Mitsuri hurriedly protected the frozen Nezuko under her body.

"Mitsuri, Nezuko!"

Tanjiro shouted and accelerated his forward speed at the same time, but the twelve crystals were endless, and Tanjiro could hardly move forward.

"Mist Breathing·Land Form·Moon Mist Disappearance!"

The colorful clouds exploded above Kanroji Mitsuri and Nezuko's heads like water drops falling from a high altitude.

All the icicles were powdered by the tiny blade wind, and at this moment, the surging flames covered everyone.

Blood demon art·Blood Explosion!

The swords of Muichiro and Kanroji Mitsuri were both covered with flames.

Different red swords?

Muichiro did not hesitate at all, and turned into a moving cloud of rosy clouds, moving smoothly, and in the blink of an eye he arrived in front of Douma.

So fast?

Kanroji Mitsuri widened her eyes in surprise, her light green eyes sparkling.

Red sword, with spots!

This guy killed Yuhu!

Douma quickly determined Muichiro's identity, and he waved the double fans in his hands, blowing out a sharp blade wind.

Two ice sculptures in the shape of girls protected Douma, and the girls spit out a large amount of ice crystals from their mouths, and the temperature around Muichiro dropped a lot.

Only the red sword was still burning with rose-red flames.

Breathing of the rosy clouds·Seventh form·Oboro.

In a flash, Douma was trapped by the colorful sea of ​​clouds, and Muichiro turned into an ethereal cloud of rosy clouds.

Hmm?

Douma frowned, and he found that the little devil's breath had disappeared.

Immediately, Douma showed a confident smile, waved his folding fan to the side, and in an instant, a large number of ice crystals were scattered, just like clouds.

The frozen clouds blew away a large number of clouds, and Muichiro's figure was exposed. The fine ice blades left dozens of wounds on his body, and the blood that flowed out was instantly frozen into ice chips.

So strong!

Muichiro hurriedly stepped back, and at this moment, two crystal children appeared behind him.