Ghost Slayer: A swordsman with pupil technique who plays Tai Chi

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

......

"Three!"

Your bean's screams of pain were mixed with a tired low countdown, and two voices rushed into Tanjiro's brain.

He desperately chopped the blood-colored spider silk, but the spider silk recovered much faster than Tanjiro's slash.

Your bean's cry of pain is like a needle, but this needle pierces the hearts of two people at the same time.

Who is crying?

What a familiar sound!

Shanyi's consciousness was in a dark lake, and he sank to the bottom of the lake little by little.

I'll go, it's You beans.

Who the fuck bullied my beans?

Shanyi's chest rose and fell violently, and the golden thunder rushed wantonly to the surroundings.

Tanjiro suddenly wakes up to find that Zengyi has taken the position of drawing his knife.

"His grandmother's, dare to bully my family You Beans, right?"

"The ashes are all for you!"

"Thunder Breath, Thunderbolt Flash, Eight Lian!"

The moment the blade came out of the sheath, a large gap appeared on the cobweb in front of Shanyi.

Like a wild horse out of control, he rushed to the opposite bank like crazy.

Even if he was tired of being able to see the trajectory of Shanyi's actions, he wanted to stop it but it was too late.

This little yellow hair was the one he despised the most, and although his speed was fast, his sword skills seemed to be able to advance in a straight line.

Once the enemy discovers this, no matter how fast he is, it is useless, and the attack that cannot hit the person is equal to no attack.

A long line of tortuous lightning ran through the entire stream, and Sister Spider only felt a golden light flashing.

By the time she reacted, she had been beheaded.

Her tumbling head looked blankly at Youbean who was held in her arms by Shanyi.

He, when did he come over?

Looking at the decapitated spider sister, tired and helpless scolded: "Waste, you are a waste, you are not worthy of being my family!" "

Zen Yi handsomely pulled off his own haori and covered the uncovered bean, and his heart was faintly painful.

Shanyi said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I slept for too long!"

Zengyi gave a thumbs up to Tanjiro while holding Youbean, and the firm and powerful voice sounded: "Tanjiro, you don't need to choose, you don't need to hesitate, leave all the problems to me!" Tanjiro

set off an uproar in his heart, and for some reason, Zenyi at this moment was so handsome.

Zenyi's actions gave Tanjiro a shot in the arm, and he adjusted his breathing and began to swing the knife in his hand constantly.

The figure of my father dancing Kagura in my memory is extremely clear at this moment.

In a trance, a tall but thin man appeared in front of Tanjiro, who danced with great ease.

"Father!" Tanjiro lost his voice in excitement.

His father obviously didn't know swordsmanship, but Kagura Mai seemed to be engraved in his bones.

Kagura, the god of fire, Round Dance.

Kagura no Ten, God of Fire.

......

Kagura, God of Fire, Flywheel Yoyan.

Tanjiro danced like his father, and in the blink of an eye he had already typed the eight types of Hinata's breath.

Like the blade of a bomb exploding in front of the blood-colored cobwebs, the cobwebs on all sides turned into debris.

Tanjiro was indescribably excited, after practicing for so long, he could finally swing the breath of the day coherently, even if it was only a short eight types.

This is not far from the coherence of the twelve types.

Tanjiro stared angrily at the tiredness in midair, and he retorted with great confidence: "The bonds that belong to us are the real bonds!"

"You self-deluding fellow!"

Saying that, Tanjiro jumped high, but still not enough to touch the tiredness.

At this moment, two throwing knives flew from a distance, and the blades were distributed in the air like a ladder.

Not far away, the wounded Inosuke stepped on the dissipating body of the Spider Father.

He said confidently: "Tanjiro, Uncle Ben can hack this guy to death, and you can also hack that little bastard!"

"Don't forget, you're Uncle Ben's younger brother!"

"Don't disgrace me!"

Tanjiro stepped on the knife thrown by Inosuke and came to Tired, and in an instant, he slashed dozens of arc-shaped slashes wrapped around fireworks.

Tanjiro and Tired fell from a height together, and Tired clenched his fists and slammed into the weightless Tanjiro.

Not to be outdone, Tanjiro stabbed the knife at Tired, and a circle of flames surrounded the blade, pushing the tip of the knife forward like an accelerator.

The Nikkawa knife collided with the blood-colored fist, and a violent explosion sounded, and the terrifying shockwave generated by the collision bounced off this person and a ghost.

He fell heavily into the distant woods, and in an instant, the trees turned into debris.

Inosuke jumped up and hugged Tanjiro, and the two fell together into a puddle that the father of spiders smashed out.

"Aha!"

"What kind of garbage, even Uncle Ben's little brother can't beat it!"

"You said yes, Charcoal Bazai!"

Tanjiro laughed heartily, he remembered a moment when Inosuke called his name correctly.

I was really, really lucky to meet such a group of friends and family.

Tired came out of the woods with a black face, his body stained with leaves and branches, and his clothes full of large and small holes, almost more embarrassed than a beggar.

After this battle, all his so-called family members disappeared.

Tired could not feel a trace of sadness, he even felt that he had found a group of waste, and he couldn't even beat a group of imps.

The three of Tanjiro stood side by side, and all four Nikki knives were pointed at Tired.

In contrast, tiredness seems particularly lonely.

He roared in annoyance, "Why?

"Why?"

"Why are you taking my family!"

Tired looked particularly painful, and he tried to squeeze some tears out of his dry eyes.

Tanjiro couldn't smell any sadness from tiredness, he only had disgust and disgust in him.

Tanjiro suddenly felt tired and pitiful, and the patchwork family cobbled together by force to coerce the so-called family members to submit to themselves.

"Yes, revenge!"

"I want revenge, my family died to protect me!"

"Bad guys, you're all bad guys!"

"Give me death!"

One, two... A thousand, two thousand ....

Countless red spider silks burrowed out from under the tired skin, and the spider silk rushed like ocean waves.

Facing the sea of spider silk that obscured the sky, Tanjiro's face did not change, because there were friends standing next to him, and they could fight for themselves.

He retorted with a serious rebuttal: "Don't pretend, family, a guy like you doesn't deserve a family!"

"That's not good at all for a fake game!"

Tanjiro's words powerfully shattered Tired's twisted attachment to the family bonds.

Tired eyes were red, but all the spider silk was woven into a blade nearly 100 meters long.

Blood Demon Technique, Bloodshot Blade.