Demon Slayer: My breathing technique went awry after Nezuko pushed me down.

"It's not fast," Obanai Iguro's voice came from behind him, muffled. "It's strange."

The Serpent Pillar narrowed his eyes to slits, staring intently at Shirakawa Yu.

"Didn't you see? Every time Sanemi draws his sword, the tip goes astray. It's not that he goes astray on his own; something pulls it off course."

Kanroji Mitsuri covered her mouth, her big eyes fixed on the scene without blinking.

"That...that pink light...it's so pretty..."

For once, Tokito Muichiro didn't look at the sky, but instead stared at the faint pink aura surrounding Shirakawa Yu.

"Is it a breathing technique?" he muttered to himself, "or a blood demon technique?"

Himejima Gyomei was still shedding tears, but her rolled-back eyes were accurately "looking" in the direction of Shirakawa Yu.

"How tragic... a human being, yet wielding the power of a demon..."

He, a blind man, was indeed the only one present who could 'see' the existence of the Crimson Arrow.

Behind Shirakawa Yu.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka had no expression, but if you looked closely, you could see that his grip on the knife tightened a bit.

"He's gotten stronger again..." he murmured, "stronger than he was on Spider Mountain..."

Shinobu Kocho stood beside him and smiled wryly upon hearing this.

"Mr. Tomioka, even if the two of us attack together now, are you confident you can stop Kawaba-kun?"

Yoshiyuki Tomioka remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Fight to the death."

Shinobu Kocho: "......"

Tanjiro looked around and saw Nezuko, Kanao, Kozue, Tama, and... Shinobu Kocho.

His expression was subtle, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

He knew the characteristics of his senior brother's Color Breathing.

The more women of the opposite sex are around, the stronger the senior brother becomes.

So when he heard Shinobu Kocho's words, he felt particularly strange.

He really wanted to tell Insect Pillar.

Your senior's strength is partly due to your contribution!

But he held back.

But seeing his senior brother showing off in front of him, Tanjiro suddenly had a mischievous red grin pop into his mind.

It was whispering in Tanjiro's ear.

fast!

The chance for revenge has arrived!

Now find an excuse to take them away from here, and that wicked senior brother will receive the punishment he deserves!

Hehe~hehe~~~

Tanjiro grinned foolishly.

She wouldn't actually do that.

But then I thought about how my senior brother had no woman by his side, his strength had declined significantly, and then he was beaten into a pig's head by the angry Pillars.

Hehe~hehehehehehehehehe~~~

Just thinking about it makes me so happy~~~~

The battle is not over yet.

Shirakawa Yu looked at Shinazugawa Sanemi, who was kneeling on the ground and unable to get up, and slowly walked over and squatted down in front of him.

"Are you convinced now?"

Sanemi Shinazugawa raised his bloodshot eyes and glared at him.

"I disagree."

"Shall we continue?"

"..."

Sanemi Shinazugawa remained silent for a moment, then the fire in his eyes burned even brighter.

"continue!"

Shirakawa Yu smiled.

"interesting."

He stood up, looked around, and asked, "Anyone else want to try?"

My gaze swept over each pillar.

Kyojuro Rengoku didn't move, but the fighting spirit in his eyes continued to burn.

It's not that he's afraid to go up; he just doesn't want to fight two against one, nor does he want to engage in a war of attrition.

He doesn't care about the methods used when dealing with ghosts, but he has his own bottom line when dealing with people.

Kanroji Mitsuri looked at Shirakawa Yu with sparkling eyes.

'Mr. Shirakawa Yu, who took on the pillar single-handedly, is so domineering and cool!'

Muichiro Tokito remained expressionless, lost in thought.

Beimingyu Xingming clasped his hands together, the prayer beads spinning between his fingertips.

Then, a voice came from the shadows.

"I come."

Obanai Iguro stepped out, the white snake "Kaburamaru" around her neck hissing and flicking its tongue.

His eyes, like those of a snake, were fixed on Shirakawa Yu.

"I can't stand the junk you're using."

Shirakawa Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?" He laughed. "You can see?"

Obanai Iguro drew his sword and stood beside Sanemi Shinazugawa.

"The red arrow, right? Kaburamaru just told me."

Shirakawa Yu tilted her head, somewhat surprised.

But then I realized that snakes use infrared thermal sensors, so I was relieved.

Blood Demon Art, in the end, is also a technique generated from blood.

Being able to deceive human vision does not mean that it can become invisible within a snake's line of sight.

"Okay~ Let's all do it together, that'll make it more fun!"

Sanemi Shinazugawa glanced at Obanai, wanting to say something, but in the end he just stood up with a red face and gritted his teeth, gripping his sword tightly again.

"Enough with the nonsense," his voice was hoarse. "Continue!"

Bai Chuanyu looked at the two people in front of him—one covered in blood, the other with a cold gaze.

One is fast, the other has unpredictable moves.

He licked his lips.

He raised his twin swords, and a pink breathing technique circulated around him.

"Then let's continue."

Chapter 80 The Form of the Land: Silk Domain - A Simplified Version of the Transparent World!

Sanemi Shinazugawa moved first, enduring the dizziness.

Breath of the Wind - Fourth Form - Rise into the Sandstorm!

Three tornado blades swept towards Shirakawa Yu from three directions, sealing off all escape routes.

At the same time, Obanai Iguro disappeared from the spot.

Snake Breathing - First Form - The Winding Serpent!

The blade flashed like a snake, stabbing in from Shirakawa Yu's blind spot, at an angle so tricky that it seemed impossible for a human to do it.

They attacked from both sides, blocking off both flanks.

The coordination between the pillars was flawless.

Shirakawa Yu smiled.

"That's more interesting."

He didn't dodge.

He drew both swords simultaneously, using his left hand to parry Shinazugawa's tornado, while his right hand slashed back, the blade precisely cutting into Iguro's blade.

"when!"

The four blades clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

But in that instant, Sanemi Shinazugawa's sword went astray again.

He should have slid off the force of the block and then launched a second attack.

But because his wrist suddenly twisted outward uncontrollably, he staggered a step.

"It's this again!" he gritted his teeth.

Obanai Iguro's eyes narrowed even more.

The droplet was telling him.