Wow –

As the clothes are blown up by the wind.

Tanjuro Kamado raised the red-glowing sword in his hand.

He stared at him until his movements became one with the fear buried in the deepest parts of his soul and body.

【Breath of the Sun, One Shape, Round Dance】

It's him!

That's him!!

Not some offspring!

Wu Miao opened his mouth slightly, but his eyes were staring blankly in the direction of Tanjuro Kamado, and his body was shrouded in instinctive fear, and he stiffened in place!

Sand... Sand......

Black noise appears in the field of view.

The figure of Tanjuro Kamado completely overlaps with Jikoku's edge!

There's nothing wrong with it at all!

Despair welled up in the heart of Wu Miserable.

Wu Miao's throat was dry, his face was panicked, his eyes trembled violently, and his eyes were full of horror and remorse.

"Answer me, Onimai Tsuji is not miserable."

"You were just laughing."

Swish!

Tanjuro flicked the blade behind him, slashed a red blade in mid-air, and then rested it on his shoulder:

"What's interesting?"

Tanjuro Kamado adjusted his body to the best position, his face was gloomy, and his upper body sank slightly:

"What's funny?"

Don't say the last word from Tanjuro Kamado.

In the memory of Wu Miao, that person instantly appeared at the top of everything, and instead of Tanjuro, he gave Wu Miao's final blow:

"You... Put life. ”

"What did it be?"

Wumiao's pupils had shrunk into a needle, and he only felt the whiteness in front of his eyes, and the cold sweat on his forehead was raging.

That's him!

Following the national edge one!

He crawled out of the grave!

"Ahh

After a brief brain outage due to fear.

"Ho...!"

"Hoa

Wu clenched his teeth violently, and hurriedly exerted himself with all his strength, and the survival instinct of his whole body made him start to roar desperately from his throat:

"Ah——!!!hh

The veins on his neck were bruised, his face was flushed with fear, and his eyes were distorted and bloodshot under the intense desire to survive.

There is no thinking in the brain, and it is all instinctively roaring and bursting with strength.

- Run! Run!!

The green tendons erupted all over the body, and a desperate roar carrying endless anger and hatred instantly spread from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

Tanjuro Kamado frowned, and he hurriedly covered his ears.

Bang!

The ground under the feet of no misery could not withstand the strong pressure and began to crack!

Boom!

With a screeching sound, the miserable teeth shattered.

At this moment, Wu Miao decided to follow his instincts.

- Give me a split!!

Goo-goo...

Yikes!

The body tissues of Wu Miao's body instantly began to swell, swelling at various disgusting angles, and tearing his suit in an instant!

Subsequently.

Bang!!

The bulging Wu Miserable was like a balloon that had been punctured, and the whole person exploded in an instant.

The violent explosion was accompanied by a foul-smelling rain of blood, and countless pieces of flesh and blood suddenly flew in all directions in the center of Wu Miao.

Woohoo!

The flesh that flew out at high speed flashed instantly.

The sound of breaking the air kept coming from his ears.

“… Split! Kamado Tanjuro was slightly stunned, he clenched the handle of his knife, and understood that his plan this time had come to an end.

Wu Miao wants to escape.

Shout! Another piece of flesh flew out grazing Tanjuro's figure.

With Tanjuro's dynamic vision, he still couldn't capture the high-speed flying flesh.

There were only a few pieces of flesh and blood, as if they were too anxious to control the direction, and they hit the knife and were split in two.

Tanjuro held himself in front of Tanjiro, he raised his sword, and in the face of the loss of his mind and the misery, he tried to chop as much flesh as he could.

Swish! Swish!

The crimson light of the knife appeared in the dark night.

With the blessing of the brindle and the transparent world, Tanjuro barely slashed dozens of pieces of flying flesh.

After a few breaths.

In front of him, there was nothing but a puddle of blood mixed with snow and solidified together.

Tanjuro held the sword upright, carefully distinguished, and his five senses were fully opened.

After a while.

After confirming that no misery had disappeared from the vicinity, Tanjuro Kamado was relieved.

That's great.

Tanjiro, it's safe.

The mental pressure disappeared in an instant, and the tiredness that had been suppressed just now rushed over, and the layers were about to drown him.

I'm so tired, so sleepy.

Click.

Tanjuro slowly lowered the sword in his hand, he slowly combed his breathing, and his weak body had reached its limit.

At this moment, the markings on the left forehead also slowly faded, revealing a shallow scar underneath.

Bang.

His legs were limp and he fell to his knees.

Then, supporting his upper body with the blade of his knife, he closed his eyes, knelt in the snow, and fell into a deep sleep.

Unconscious whispers in his mouth:

“… Tanjiro. ”

Behind him.

He was lying on the ground, unable to move because he was freezing, but his eyes widened when he saw Tanjiro all the way.

He tried to reach out his stiff hand to his father.

But after a while, Tanjiro also turned white and fainted.

After a while.

Far away, on the horizon.

It was like a golden blade slicing through the sky, cutting through the thick darkness and plunging from the dome to the ground.

The wind and snow drifted away, and a flash of extremely shining light appeared in the direction of the sky.

Warm sunlight on the top of the mountain.

It's dawn.

Then.

"Whew...! Call......! Saburo, who was carrying an axe, staggered up from the direction of the mountain out of breath:

"Tanjiro...! Tanjiro...! ”

His face was pale, obviously tired, and he was sweating profusely in this deep snowy environment, and his whole body staggered:

"It's too fast! Wait a minute...! ”

Grandpa Saburo gasped for breath while holding on to the trees, and finally came to the house of the stove on the top of the mountain.

When he wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up.

San Lang was shocked, and he was speechless for a while:

"It's... This......! ”

What catches your eye is a large area of potholes and messy snow.

The cracked ground, the snow that swept away, and the waves of snow that radiated in waves.

and, crimson blood.

"Tanjiro!" Saburo first saw Tanjiro who was lying on the ground and fainting, he hurriedly threw down the axe in his hand and walked quickly to Tanjiro's side.

"Oh no, I've passed out!" He touched Tanjiro's forehead, and his face suddenly became ugly.

Carried him on his back.

As soon as he didn't take two steps forward, San Lang exclaimed again:

"Tanjuro!?"

Tanjuro Kamado, whom he hadn't seen in years, was half-kneeling in the snow at the moment, his upper body supported by a katana.

"I've fainted!"

"What can I do?"

Seeing this, San Lang hurriedly dragged the two in the snow and forcibly dragged the father and son into the house.

Meanwhile.

next to the tree.

Swish!

A black-haired swordsman with a delicate face and calm eyes, but with a rigid expression, appeared and stood on a tree branch.

- It's late.

The swordsman thought to himself as he observed his surroundings.

Suddenly.

He lowered his blue eyes and looked at Tanjuro Kamado.

Looking at the latter's hand, even if he fainted, he never let go of the knife.

Thoughtfully.