Demon Slayer: The Tai Chi Swordsman

Douma seemed to have sensed something, and he tried to struggle, but Tanjiro's sword nailed him to the ground.

"Let me go, go save that demon, she's your relative!"

Douma murmured, like the whisper of a devil, and he still had his signature fake smile.

Save Nezuko?

Tanjiro wavered, but he calmed down immediately.

Killing the Upper Rank 3 would be of great benefit to the Demon Slayer Corps.

Taking advantage of the moment when Tanjiro was distracted, Douma pushed Tanjiro away with all his strength, holding the double fan, and shot cold flowers in the direction of Muichiro and Kanroji Mitsuri.

Nezuko woke up, she struggled to stand up, and Tanjiro and Nezuko looked at each other.

Tears flashed in Nezuko's pink eyes, and she seemed to know something.

Nezuko pointed at Douma not far away, tilted her head slightly, took off the bamboo tube that bound her, and smiled like a blooming cherry blossom.

Leave me alone, brother!

Do what you should do!

Nezuko, I'm sorry!

I'm sorry, brother broke his promise, brother couldn't make you turn back into a human!

I'm sorry!

Tanjiro's heart was broken, he hated his incompetence, if only he was stronger!

Tears fell in despair, and the gaze of less than a second seemed to have passed for a lifetime. Tanjiro rushed towards the fleeing Douma with self-blame and guilt.

However, Tanjiro's hesitation just now had opened up a large distance between him and Douma, and the ice lotus swung by Douma was about to hit Muichiro and the other two.

Douma knew that he would definitely be punished by Muzan-sama, but since he had killed two pillars, the punishment should be lighter, at least he would not die.

However, Douma still overestimated his position in Muzan's heart. Muzan gave up on a demon who failed twice in a row. After all, in Muzan's eyes, he was no different from trash.

Tanjiro had a flash of inspiration and imitated Zenitsu's breathing rhythm, gathering all his remaining strength in his calves, and the red arc spread to the surroundings.

As the only two people in the Demon Slayer Corps who mastered more than two breaths, Tanjiro's talent was also very strong.

Tanjiro rushed out like a bullet, and his strong leg force tore through the air, making a thunderous sound.

In just one breath, Tanjiro was between Douma and Muichiro.

Tanjiro swung out a round dance and shattered all the ice lotuses. His eyes were red and full of bloodshot.

In a hurry, Tanjiro created a round dance flash, which was very effective.

Douma was forced to retreat. At this moment, half of the sky was white. Tanjiro turned his sadness into motivation and poured all his remaining strength into the blade.

The flame as dazzling as the sun slashed into Douma's body diagonally, and the blade turned sharply, and Tanjiro cut off Douma's head with a circular flash.

The blade rendered a shining halo in the sun, and Tanjiro collapsed on the ground, and the knife fell.

Tanjiro's eyes were dull, his face pressed to the ground, and he cried loudly. The sun had risen.

Nezuko, Nezuko, she...she is dead!

It's all my fault. I killed Nezuko!

"Ahhh!"

Tanjiro cried heartbreakingly and beat the ground desperately.

Douma had a calm face, and his fake smile did not disappear because of being beheaded.

He stared at Tanjiro with a puzzled look: He obviously won, why was he crying?

For Douma, who has no emotions since childhood, what is happiness, what is sadness, and what is anger?

There are all kinds of human emotions, and Douma doesn't know one or two, and he will never have the chance to know.

He should atone for his sins, or maybe he doesn't deserve to atone for his sins.

The morning sun, as usual, never came late, the golden light fell on the earth, Douma's body collapsed little by little with endless doubts.

Upper String 3, Douma, dead!

For the first time in his life, Tanjiro felt that the sun was so cold, he didn't even have the courage to raise his head, he didn't dare to look at Nezuko.

"Nezuko, I'm sorry!"

"Nezuko!"

"Nezuko!"

Tanjiro called Nezuko's name over and over again, his whole body trembling, he was terrified.

He never thought that one day he would lose his sister, obviously... obviously so many hardships have survived, obviously Miss Tamayo is already researching human transformation medicine.

Similarly, the sun also fell on Nezuko.

"Ah!"

The sun took away Nezuko's skin inch by inch, and her skin was burned with gray spots.

But strangely, Nezuko did not dissipate, and the burning sensation gradually subsided.

In the end, Nezuko overcame the sun.

For thousands of years, Nezuko became the first and only ghost standing under the sun.

Not only because of her special physique, but also because of her heart as clear as water.How is it possible!

Douma's remaining eyeballs were wide open, and the scene in front of him completely shattered his remaining consciousness.

Ghost... How can a ghost bathe in the sun? !

The sun drove away the reluctant Akaza. It must be said that the ghost who broke through the limit was simply too strong and could not be killed at all!

Kiritani Sento fought with Akaza for a whole night, but neither of them could defeat the other.

However, Kiritani Sento looked much more embarrassed. There was no intact piece of his team uniform, all of it was torn.

Through the holes, dense bloodstains could be vaguely seen, which were all caused by Akaza's punches.

Kiritani Sento looked at everything in front of him in a daze. Muichiro and Mitsuri were seriously injured and fainted, but they could still feel a weak heartbeat and were not dead.

Tanjiro didn't know why he was lying on the ground crying, crying so sadly.

What shocked Kiritani most was also expected. Nezuko was lazily basking in the sun.

As expected, she couldn't escape after all.

However, now that we have Nezuko's mutated blood, it will be much easier to develop an antidote.

After all, demonization is also a terminal illness!

Kiritani was very lucky that he had Miss Tamayo, who had been practicing medicine for hundreds of years.

When Kiritani led Nezuko to Tanjiro, he cleared his throat and was about to say something, but Nezuko spoke.

"Brother... Brother, don't... don't... cry!"

Nezuko almost spoke word by word, and it was obvious that she was still not used to her new body.

Tanjiro's crying stopped abruptly, and he raised his head tremblingly, a little bit unable to believe his eyes.

Why is Nezuko standing in front of me? Did she just speak? Is this Nezuko's soul?

Nezuko bent down and gently patted her brother's head. She smiled sweetly, revealing a pair of white canine teeth.

"Brother... Brother, be good, don't cry!"

Tanjiro was stunned. Suddenly, he suddenly hugged Nezuko into his arms and pinched his thigh at the same time.

It hurts!

It's true!

Nezuko is not dead!

Tanjiro cried with joy, just like the candlelight that was extinguished in the dark was lit again.

The cold sunlight became warm again because of Nezuko.