Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

At the same time, in the Infinite Castle, there was a spacious space filled with tall stone pillars.

The brothers Tokito Yuichiro and Tokito Muichiro were standing side by side at this time, looking nervously at the tall figure standing there silently.

Sweat inadvertently slid across their foreheads and flowed into their eyes.

But let alone wiping the sweat, the two of them didn't even dare to blink.

"Here they come... Demon Slayer Corps..."

A deep voice sounded.

The evil ghost with six eyes and flame-like markings on his forehead and jaw looked at the two brothers who appeared in front of him, and an inexplicable look of nostalgia appeared on his face.

"Hmm?... You two... There is a familiar aura on you..."

The voice of the evil ghost had a kind of trembling majesty, and the speed of speaking was very slow, with a slight pause between each word.

"083" seemed to be considering whether his words were in line with his identity, and it seemed that he was deliberately using this to create a kind of mental pressure.

The clothes on his body were similar to those of a samurai in the Warring States Period, and a very twisted samurai sword was inserted on his waist.

Whether it was the handle, the hilt or the scabbard, they were all covered with eye patterns, giving people a strange and terrifying feeling. It is not difficult to imagine that the blade should be the same.

It was the first of the upper strings, Kokushibo!

Although the opponent seemed to be in a daze, neither Ichiro nor Muichiro tried to take the opportunity to attack.

Even the hands holding the sword were shaking slightly, unable to stop!

The two brothers looked at each other and swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily.

This was the first time they had encountered such a situation in their lives. It seemed that they were completely different from the ghosts they had encountered before.

Calm and heavy, even with a certain majesty.

There was a terrifying aura all over his body.

The body instinctively rejected this battle. Just standing there was almost exhausting his courage.

Every cell in his body was conveying a message.

If he didn't run away, he would die!

"What are your names...?"

Kokushibo continued to ask.

Unlike the Tokito brothers who were about to explode, although he was emitting a terrifying sense of pressure just standing there, he was surprisingly relaxed.

It seemed that he didn't regard the brothers as opponents at all.

"Tokito... Arimichiro."

Although they wanted to respond toughly that the other party didn't deserve to know their noble names, under pressure and for some unknown reasons, the brothers still said their names.

"I see... so that's it..."

"The surname Jiguo... has disappeared."

"And... the two brothers hunting ghosts together... it really makes me miss it..."

"... Jiguo? Who is that?"

Although he was talking to himself, the information revealed in his words made the Tokito brothers look at each other in surprise.

"That's... no wonder..."

"After all... it's been... hundreds of years..." Kokushibo was silent for a moment, his tone more emotional.

"When I was still a human, my name was... Tsukikoku Yansheng..." He stretched out a finger, pointed in the direction of Ichiro and Muichiro and continued:

"You two are... the descendants of... my... children... who left in Tsukikoku."

"That is... my descendants..."

——! ! ?

Kuroshibo's intermittent words made the Tokito brothers stand there as if struck by lightning.

After all, who would have thought that as a pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, his ancestor became a demon and lived for hundreds of years.

And he is one of the strongest upper strings besides Muzan!

However, after all, he is also a pillar who has experienced hundreds of battles, and with the support of his brothers, he forced himself to stabilize his emotions in just a moment and regained his composure.

"Well... his mental strength... seems to be impeccable... he regained his composure in just a moment..."

Kuroshibo, who saw this scene, nodded slightly expressionlessly, seeming to be very satisfied.

I feel like he is indeed my child. (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

But Brother Tokito, who finally regained his composure, naturally would not continue to chat with Kokushibo.

Hu——

Silently, Muichiro had arrived in front of Kokushibo, his figure was as ethereal as a phantom mist.

Perhaps Tokito Muichiro chose the Kasumi Breathing because he was too young and lacked strength, and he chose it because he was more calculating.

But there is no doubt that the Kasumi Breathing is a breathing method that only a true genius can master!

Although it is derived from Breath of Wind, it is different from Breath of Wind's surging attack like a gust of wind...

The practice of Breath of Clouds focuses more on the control of the body.

When making a move, you must use the obvious difference in speed to make people misjudge the user's moves.

The key is to make people feel like they are trapped in a thick fog through the combination of virtual and real, and play with people in the palm of your hand.

Therefore, while it has extremely high requirements for footwork, it also requires the user to be able to pay attention to the relaxation and tension of muscles at all times.

And Tokito Muichiro can not only perfectly master this breathing method with extremely high body control and timely judgment.

He even made innovations and improvements on it.

The use of sleeves was added to the sword skills to make his attack more confusing!

It's like a ghost harvesting lives in the fog!

Mysterious and ethereal! []

Kasumi no Breathing II, Yae Kasumi!

——! ! !

The continuous blade lights overlapped, wrapped in mist, and slashed straight towards Kokushibo's neck.

Although it was a continuous swing of the blade, it seemed as if it was done at the same time.Like a swung sword.

With the special force technique and the specially tailored Nichirin sword, the sword blade swung without even making a sound.

Because his arms were completely hidden in the wide sleeves, it was difficult to judge where he would attack from and what method he would use.

In a trance, it seemed as if he was wrapped in layers of fog, making it impossible to distinguish.

The attack was a killing move, without any regard for the friendship of the ancestors!

At the same time, Tokito Ichiro had already left the original place and came behind Kokushibo at some point.

At this moment, the heart, skills, and body had been raised to the extreme, and the three merged into one, integrated into the sword in Ichiro's hand.

He swung the blade in his hand fiercely.

Let the heart become nothingness like darkness, let the moves be as clear as light, and let the body merge with nature like a shadow.

Listen to all the sounds, and cut off everything in the world with the wind of God.

The blade in his hand silently slashed towards Kokushibo's neck.

Storm Breathing Type II Flood Dragon! .