Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Bright red blood soaked his clothes; in just a short time, he already had six or seven wounds all over his body.

The most serious injury was naturally the knife wound on his chest, with the gruesome tear in the flesh rolled outwards, roughly estimated to be as long as two fingers.

Because of his mastery of breathing techniques, he was able to control the bleeding wound by breathing, and the situation of excessive blood loss would not occur for the time being.

A fighting style that trades injuries for injuries is extremely foolish.

But Kiyokawa Izumi had no choice.

The difference between a human and a demon is obvious, and there are always situations that cannot be avoided or escaped. He has also caused considerable trouble for Kokushibo.

It once pierced its body with a sharp Nichirin Blade and also severed its blade.

But none of this matters.

The speed at which the upper coil recovered far exceeded his expectations.

The wound may have almost healed before the blade is even withdrawn.

When both sides have a thorough understanding of the situation, the faster the attack, the less the opponent can react.

"The Form of the Land: A Fleeting Moment!"

The night was as black as ink, so thick it seemed to swallow all light. Without the slightest warning or a sound of wind, time seemed to stretch out at this moment. In Kokushibo's perception, the ultimate killing intent was revealed at this moment.

The Land Form, unique to the Breath of Darkness, is like a night falcon piercing through the long night. The sharpness of the blade points directly at the neck, concentrating all the power of the body into one point. When it suddenly explodes, it is so fast that no other techniques are needed.

"Someone as insightful as you should know that such a direct attack is ineffective."

The blade, a bright red, tumor-like shape, was covered with dense eyeballs. With a raised hand, he blocked the thrusting attack, but at that moment, the pain of being pierced through the chest came.

Kokushibo lowered its head slightly, a short blade already piercing its heart. With its high-speed thrust and unique swinging technique, a large amount of venom entered its body through the groove.

At its fastest speed, it becomes an attack that is both real and feinted.

The menacing killing intent was undisguised, deliberately designed to draw attention. Blood rushed through my veins, and the distance of more than ten steps passed in the blink of an eye. It was so fast that even the slightest muscle movements were hard to detect.

Therefore, they did not notice Kiyokawa Izumi's hidden trump card.

The toxins that have invaded the body are gradually destroying its structure, and even minor wounds are taking a long time to heal.

The damaged heart will send the poisonous ghost blood throughout the body, causing the dark purple veins to bulge out menacingly.

From the chest to the neck area, a large amount of flesh swelled and twisted.

An unknown toxin seemed to be slowly devouring its flesh and blood, causing its strength to gradually disappear.

Just then, Kiyokawa Izumi's voice suddenly rang out.

"It's not just simple wisteria flower toxin, nor is it the kind we've used before."

There are many medicines that can work on the body of evil spirits, and I have consulted Tamayo on this matter.

Those methods we've used before are unlikely to be effective.

With shared memories, toxins that have invaded the body may be broken down in an instant, making it impossible to control Kokushibo for too long.

"The First Form: Night Raven's Shadow!"

Kiyokawa Izumi calmly swung his sword, the Nichirin Blade in his hand as light as a feather, yet capable of cutting through anything.

Perhaps severing Kokushibo's neck wouldn't be enough to truly kill it.

But Kiyokawa Izumi will not give up the attack.

He wasn't unaware of the principle that seeking the highest level would yield the middle, and seeking the middle would yield the lowest. He wouldn't just think about delaying because of the difference in strength.

An extremely dangerous feeling arose in his heart. Just as the sharp Nichirin Blade was about to be swung down, a large amount of bright red blood gushed out uncontrollably.

The muddy ground was severely damaged, and the surrounding typical Japanese houses suddenly collapsed.

In an instant, the overwhelming wind of blades swept in, engulfing Kiyokawa Izumi's figure with devastating force.

Whether it was the newly prepared poison that worked, or Kokushibo who was indeed forced into a dangerous situation at this moment, a large number of blades suddenly sprouted from his body, catching everyone off guard.

The freely extending crescent-shaped slash destroyed all the surrounding houses, trees, and the corpses of the fallen team members.

Even Qingchuan Quan couldn't block it all at once; his clothes were stained red with blood, and his breathing became noticeable and rapid.

He has a lot more new wounds all over his body; what a shameless way to fight!

From a distance, Kokushibo's figure still stood in the same spot, the sharp blade seemingly never having appeared before, and then slowly retracted into his body.

At this moment, it has ample time to break down the poison injected into its body.

"Without mastering the markings and the Crimson Blade, the gap is still too great... Even with breathing control, the numerous wounds are still severely impacting my condition... This is really bad!"

"Type 8: Moon Dragon Tail!"

Without much time to adjust, Kokushibo, having completely decomposed the toxins, raised his hand and slashed at Kiyokawa Izumi's location.