Chapter 1671: Have fun (I am so tired every day that I want to sleep)
As the inherent barrier deployed by Duanmu Huai eroded the evil demon's infinite city, the originally divided demon slaying team successfully gathered together and launched a head-on confrontation with the evil demon army.
The most powerful Nine Pillars of the Demon Slayer Team rushed directly into the army of evil spirits like a tiger descending a mountain. Evil ghosts fell down wherever they went. Obviously, in front of the Nine Pillars, ordinary evil spirits had no power to fight back.
If Jiuzhu is willing, they can even join forces to eliminate all these hundreds or thousands of evil spirits.
But that's not the problem.
For Jiuzhu, they have only one goal, and that is the huge flesh egg located behind the evil ghost army at this moment, and the evil ghost lord sleeping inside - Wu Ke!
The lord sacrificed himself in exchange for the opportunity to suffer no heavy losses. They must not stop here!
Soon, the nine people broke out of the evil ghost army and continued to move forward. They were even prepared to be stopped by the ghosts on the string. However, to Jiuzhu's surprise, the remaining ghosts on the string did not stop them. Meaning, they just stared ahead, motionless, like sculptures.
What are they doing?
Jiuzhu cast doubtful glances at the winding ghosts. Although they also thought about whether to take the opportunity to kill these powerful evil ghosts, after thinking about it for a while, they decided to shoot the horses first, and capture the thieves first and the king first. , Wuxian has not fully recovered yet. Once they take action against the winding ghost, it will only be a waste of time. What we have to do now is to seize the time and kill the evil ghost lord who has not fully recovered as quickly as possible!
In fact, Jiuzhu didn't know that the ghost of Shangxian did not pay attention to them at this moment.
On the one hand, from the perspective of the Shangxian Ghost, the mere Nine Pillars are no match for the Lord of Evil Ghosts.
On the other hand... they can't move at all!
"Dong...dong..."
The sounds of fighting, screams, and wails enveloped the entire battlefield, but for the ghosts of Shangxian, all they heard was the sound of heavy footsteps.
They stared ahead, motionless, their bodies tense. Terror, as heavy as a mountain of murderous aura, has been shrouding them since the beginning of the battle. It is a murderous aura that far exceeds that of other ghost hunters. Even their evil ghost lord Wu Mei has never possessed such murderous aura. They even had to concentrate on fighting against this terrifying coercion and murderous intention. As long as they were a little negligent, they would die without a burial place!
They are now like prisoners in the execution ground. They can only wait for the executioner to arrive. Apart from that, they can do nothing.
Finally, the figure appeared.
"Dong...dong...dong..."
Duanmu Huai held a shield and a sharp blade and slowly walked out of the battlefield. There was blood all over his body. The dark armor and shield were dyed red by the blood. Even the white bones fixed on the surface of the shield had turned red at this moment. Dark and dull. However, even so, Duanmuhuai's momentum did not weaken, on the contrary, it became stronger and stronger!
What is this smell?
One of the upper stringers firmly pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist and stared at Duanmu Huai. He was once a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, and hundreds of years ago, he was even one of its leaders. However, out of fear of death and jealousy of his brother, who was the strongest ghost hunter, he abandoned his human identity and became an evil ghost under Muzan's persuasion.
And he is also the strongest among all evil ghosts.
But...what is this?
Even when facing his strongest brother, he has never trembled so much. What the figure in front of him shows is not unparalleled power, but terror!
Like a huge beast, the instinct of the body, every cell is trembling, warning him to leave, leave here immediately! That is no enemy that you can match!
However, he also knew that he could not leave.
The moment he moves, that's when he dies!
Don’t want to die, don’t dare to die, don’t want to die.
Because of this, they gave up their human bodies and turned into evil spirits.
However, not everyone thinks so.
"That's the feeling......"
Shangxian Er stared at Duanmu Huai, his eyes exuding passionate emotions. At this moment, his body was also trembling slightly. It was fear and excitement!
Unlike other people, Shang Xian Zhi Er lacked emotions when he was a human. He was completely unable to understand human emotions, and he also had no emotions at all. For Shang Xian Zhi Er, it doesn't matter whether he is a human or a ghost, nor does the feelings of others. To him, everything in this world is black and white.
Until now.
The fear and pressure like a raging flame ignited the originally colorless world in Shang Xian Zhi's eyes. For the first time, he felt the emotions from the depths of his heart, the fear, surprise, confusion, and the oppressive heaviness that made him breathless. , the heart seemed to beat out of the chest.
So that’s it, is this human emotion?
Is this how humans feel when faced with themselves?
So…………
"Give me more fear!!"
Accompanied by the shouts, Shang Xian Zhi Er jumped up, and the cold air around him quickly condensed, turning into sharp claws and pounced on Duanmu Huai in front of him! At this moment, Shangxian Er also felt that the throbbing in his heart had reached its peak!
Come on, let me see, let me see what else you can make me feel! What emotions!
Staring at Duanmu Huai, his eyes widened as he wound up. He couldn't wait to experience the coming, increasingly intense and exciting joy... Huh?
The world in front of him suddenly became staggered and tilted, and the hot, as if boiling enthusiasm just now disappeared like an illusion, as if it had never existed. Shangxian Er tried to twist his head to see clearly what happened, but all he saw was the body that fell backwards and had been cut into several pieces - and the bloody sword blade in Duanmu Huai's hand.
When did he swing the sword? And how to swing the sword?
"Flying Sword Style——Dragon Nest Flash."
These were the last words Shangxian Er heard, because at this moment, the bright red sword blade in Duanmu Huai's hand cut open his head mercilessly.
Duanmu Huai raised his right hand, and the bright red sword blade in his hand swayed out with a touch of blood. On the sword blade, a figure that seemed to be made of blood could be vaguely seen twisting and struggling, and then disappeared as if being swallowed up. In the sword.
“……………………”
One of the top stringers silently looked at the sword in Duanmu Huai's hand and tightened his grip on the hilt. "Aren't you...a swordsman who has learned the art of breathing?"
At this moment, the shock to one of the upper strings was far greater than before. Even if Duanmu Huai learned breathing swordsmanship like other members of the Demon Slayer Corps, he wouldn't be so surprised. Because one of the upper strings had once seen with his own eyes the strongest swordsman who practiced the art of initial breathing. If...if the person in front of him was like the swordsman in his nightmare, then he would still be able to understand.
After all, the Breathing Technique of the Demon Slayer Squad is to improve one's physical fitness through breathing in order to achieve the purpose of competing with ghosts. Otherwise, it would be impossible for ordinary people to hunt ghosts with just their own strength.
Not to mention the ghost's resilience, speed and strength are all completely different, not to mention that the twelve ghost moons also have special abilities that are like magic.
Of course, even the strongest swordsmen who have perfected their breathing skills can hunt down evil spirits with ease. Just like Jiuzhu had just entered the army of evil spirits, no matter whether there were hundreds or thousands of people on the other side, they could not stop Jiuzhu. This is actually the same as evil ghosts, just like when they face ordinary humans, it is the same whether they are hundreds or thousands of people.
However, the person in front of me is different!
Shangxian No. 1 clearly sensed it. When facing Shangxian No. 2, his breathing did not change at all. It did not suddenly accelerate like a swordsman learning the breathing method. On the contrary, his body seemed quite calm! Whether it is the muscles, blood flow rate, or breathing, it is very calm. It was as if the sword he just swung, which he couldn't even react to when he was on the bow, was just an ordinary blow!
And—what is the Flying Sword Style? Isn't breathing swordsmanship all about the breath of X?
"Who are you? What is the Feiten Mitsurugi style!?"
At this moment, Shangxian One couldn't bear it anymore. He had to know that even if he died, he had to die clearly!
However, Duanmuhuai’s answer was...
"Oh, I was just joking."
"…………Huh?"
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"Just talking."
As Duanmuhuai spoke, he sheathed his sword.
"Look, whether it's you or the Demon Slayer gang, when they fight, they always shout about blood ghost techniques, breathing this way, breathing that way... I think, I have to do as the Romans do, and just shout whatever I want. .”
Having said this, Duanmu Huai stared at one of the upper strings and showed a sneer.
"What do you want? You can make a reservation in advance, such as the Mumyojin style, the flying sword style, the Beichen one-sword style, the Yagyu Shinin style... Well, actually, I only know the names of these few schools... …”
"Stop joking!!"
At this moment, the anger of being slighted finally overwhelmed the fear of death, and one of the upper strings opened his mouth and roared loudly. Although he is an evil ghost, he is also a swordsman. But now in front of him, this guy was so contemptuous and had no intention of taking him seriously! This cannot be tolerated!
The Shangxian Ghost stepped out and rushed towards Duanmu Huai. At the same time, he drew out the long sword from his waist and swung it out with a crescent moon!
The breath of the moon - the shape of the land, the lonely moon in the night, endless!
Following the first move of the sword, countless crescent-like sword lights suddenly erupted, and dense arcs of sword light completely enveloped Duanmu Huai's figure from all directions.
This is one of Shang Xian's signature skills. No one can block his all-out attack!
Got it!
Seeing Duanmu Huai's figure being swallowed up by the sword light, one of the upper stringers showed a smile, but at this moment, a voice quietly appeared in his ears.
"Secret Sword... Yan Hui."
Immediately afterwards, the world turned upside down.
The head of one of the upper strings flew high into the sky. In front of his eyes, his body had been chopped off at the waist. Duanmu Huai still stood there, staring at him with cold eyes.
It was indifferent, ruthless, and did not take him seriously at all, as if he was just a maggot, an ant, a bug with no value in existence... But it was not over yet!
Because at this moment, his Moon Breathing Sword Skill also slashed in front of Duanmu Huai.
Then——one of the upper stringers saw Duanmu Huai raising the shield at his hand that was almost as big as him, and then blocked it in front of him.
"Dang Dang————!"
The sword light, which was indestructible and could even cut off human bones, struck the shield that bound the bones, but as its name suggests, it was shattered like a phantom of moonlight.
And the consciousness of one of the upper strings also came to an end at this moment.
"Actually, I want to play with you more."
Duanmuhuai sighed as he looked at the body of one of the upper strings that was gradually broken and dissipated.
"But unfortunately, it seems there is no extra time to waste."
As he spoke, Duanmuhuai raised his head and looked not far ahead - there, the giant egg originally formed by condensation of flesh had already broken open, and a very effeminate man was standing proudly. in it. Beside him, the nine pillars were lying or falling, askew.
"Although I don't expect them to really kill the BOSS, it's too tragic."
Duanmuhuai sighed silently, and then raised his steps.
"Forget it, it seems I have to go up in the end."