Layers of wooden dragons surrounded Chijuro impenetrably.

It is foreseeable that in the next second, he will inevitably be crushed into powder when he is in it.

"Breath of Fire, Type Ten, Blazing Shura!"

A flat voice came from afar.

As the sound fell, a crimson glow appeared in the cracks of the wooden dragon's entanglement.

"Boom!"

The monstrous flames erupted, and in an instant, all the wooden dragons were swept away by the shockwave, and before they could hit the ground, the heat that caused the air to twist violently burned them completely.

Flying black ash fell in the air, and a figure surrounded by crimson flames appeared at this moment.

Chijurou's eyes were slightly closed, and the clothes on his whole body had disappeared under the scorching flames. His naked upper body appeared in an intricate and magnificent dark red pattern, shaped like a flame, exuding a dense luster.

As time passed, the crimson flames attached to the surface of the body continued to retract until they disappeared completely, and Senjurou opened his eyes.

What a pair of eyes they were!

The sheer rude red is pregnant with bottomless tyranny and destruction.

"Ten Seconds ......"

Chijurou lowered his head and muttered softly.

Before he could understand the meaning of this sentence, the figure in front of him appeared directly in front of him as if a movie had jumped frames.

"What?!"

At the critical moment, the demon qi in his body ran at an unprecedented speed, and the six thunder god drums behind him were generated into wooden dragons at the same time, and they launched an attack.

The Wood Dragon's Mighty Wind, Roar, Thunder Slayer, Infernal Tree, and the "Blood Demon Technique: Surge", which can emit extremely sharp shock waves, are five completely different powerful blood ghost arts, which burst out in all directions.

The tremor of the earthquake, the wind, ultrasound, thunder, the huge wooden dragon, and the shock wave filled the area of tens of meters around the body of the depressant, intending to force the figure in front of him to retreat.

In the face of this overwhelming attack, Chijuro's face was calm, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes as clear as rubies.

From the beginning of its creation, the various types of breathing methods derived from the breath of the sun were created to enable the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer who could not use the breath of the sun to find the breathing method that best suited them according to their own constitution.

However, there are too many physiques in the world, and even if they are the five basic schools, fire, water, wind, thunder, and rock, they cannot cover them all.

Even if it is a family lineage, it is impossible to guarantee that all the physiques of all clansmen are suitable for the family breathing method.

Senjuro is a prime example of this.

The predecessor has always insisted on continuous exercise since he was a child, but if he has no talent, he has no talent, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't learn the essence of the breath of fire.

Even though he later relied on the power of the system and forcibly learned the breath of fire, his innate physique limitations doomed Chijurou to be unable to reach the peak of the breath of fire.

After two years of hard training in the Flame Breath Sword Technique, he naturally understood this truth.

Since this road is not working, then there is no other way.

And "Breath of Fire, Type Ten, Blazing Shura" is the result of two years of trying.

Unlike the ordinary way of breathing flames to contain the flames in the body and then burst out at a critical moment, the "Blazing Shura" is unusual, from the very beginning, all the flames that can be gathered burst out outside the body at one time.

Of course, just like that, it only has a split second burst of damage, and its power is far inferior to a sword technique like "Type Nine Purgatory", which highly concentrates the flames in the body.

The key point of "Ten No Kind: Blazing Asura" is to restructure the flames that are emitted.

Coming from a highly informational soul in another world, Senjuro's ideas for swordsmanship are always imaginative.

Especially the comics and dramas in his memory gave him great inspiration......

In the face of the overwhelming attack launched by the hater, Senjuro slowly raised the Hinawa knife in his hand.

"Qiang—"

In the air, an illusory transparent armor emerged from his body, enveloping him.

In the next moment, all of the attacks of the Hated Heavens poured in.

"Boom—"

The seemingly weak illusory armor did not even cause a ripple under the fierce attacks of various types.

“9……”

Qianjuro, who was under the protection of the pale red illusory armor, whispered a number, and then, the Hinakura knife in his hand, which only turned red with the blade and no trace of flame attached to the surface, was simply slashed out.

"Whew!"

The blade sliced through the air, emitting an ear-piercing screech.

Surrounded and protected by the wooden dragon, he only saw a red shadow flash in front of him, and the next moment, the violent power struck like a mountain.

Even at the last moment, it gathered the wooden dragon in front of him as a shield, but it was useless.

The unusually strong wooden dragon couldn't resist even half a second, and it shattered in an instant.

Taking advantage of this short time of resistance, he moved his body as hard as he could, causing the Nichicha Knife, which had been slashed at its neck, to slash into its chest.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze in the eyes of the hated Botian.

Under the stimulation of life and death, it could even clearly perceive the process of the red red blade cutting through the air inch by inch. That extreme edge, even with its steel body, felt a chill.

Unstoppable!

Absolutely unstoppable!

But it doesn't matter!

As long as I wasn't decapitated, the rest of my injuries didn't bother me!

At the last moment, these thoughts flashed through his mind.

Showing its strongest state, its recovery ability is far from being comparable to that of ordinary demons.

Broken limbs are reborn, but they are not idle.

The Nichiren Knife, which looked ordinary and only had a red blade, finally came in the angry eyes of the hated sky.

The sturdy cuirasse, which didn't even play the slightest blocking role, was easily cut through, and then the knife cut the flesh.

The steel body, which used to be strong enough to break the blade, was as fragile as tissue paper in front of this crimson blade.

"Boom!"

With a piercing metallic hiss, the Nihon Wheel Knife slashed directly through the body of the Hated Heaven.

“8……”

Looking at the hatred of the sky with his upper body flying out, Qianjuro's eyes were indifferent, without a trace of warmth.

Then, he didn't even look at the severed section of the flesh and blood that was constantly wriggling in an attempt to regenerate, and turned his head directly, rushing towards another small red dot in his perception.

"Nope! You give me back! ”

Chijuro's actions made Hasty Poten's expression change drastically, and he began to roar.

It takes time for flesh to regenerate, and that strange energy continues to affect its healing of the wound.

At this moment, how can it catch up with only two hands after losing its legs?

I could only watch as Senjuro's figure disappeared from sight, letting out a futile roar.

On the other side, the half-tengu body "Coward", who sensed that the strongest doppelganger had been cut off, jumped out of the hole in the tree where he was hiding, and fled quickly in the direction of the Fuji Attack Mountain.