People read the barrage at the beginning of Demon Slayer

Bad...... It seems to have been lost.

Harukoto walked vigilantly in the woods with a knife in his hand, secretly complaining in his heart.

What the hell are these fox masked boys, who are fanatical fans of what the hell, how come they run faster than rabbits when they hear the ghost scream or prepare the ghost to kill the swordsman?

He just hesitated to follow a little closer, and the two boys ran away!

So in the end I was alone?

Hey, at that time, it was better to report this matter directly to the ushers of the Sanyashiki family.,There are 40-year-old ghosts in the Fuji Raid Mountain for selection, which is not at all true!

But if you say it, you will be asked how did you know about it, obviously you haven't started the selection ...... yet

The thought of facing these cumbersome explanations makes Haruto's head grow.

As he thought so, something seemed to run through the woods around him.

At the same time, a foul smell of decay entered Haruto's nostrils.

He didn't even need to diverge his consciousness to look for it, he immediately clenched the hilt of the knife and looked around vigilantly.

It is the smell of the ghost!

"Oooo

A black shadow suddenly cut through the cover of the leaves, waving its sharp claws and striking Haruko!

Haruto took two steps back, pulled his sword out of its sheath with the hilt of his sword, and drew a circle in mid-air with the shiny blade.

"Sting!".

The sound of the blade slicing through the demon's arm was unusually clear and pleasant, and the demon howled and jumped back, not daring to step forward, only looking at him with those eyes the size of a pinhead.

Compared to the last time I encountered the hand ghost, this evil ghost is much weaker.

Haruto hadn't even used his breathing technique, and he cut off his arm with his sword skills alone.

He adjusted his breath quickly, and through those terrifying eyes, he saw the demon's thirst for his flesh.

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry ......."

The demon stuck out its long tongue, saliva dripping from its tongue, and after a long hesitation, it waved its claws again.

"Breath of Fire: One Type ......

".

The center of the sunny man moved forward and dragged the blade back, and the scorching flames burned in his chest.

With a whisper of "ignorant fire", flames ignited on the Nichiren knife.

He leaned forward, brushing the demon past him, a hot knife light brushing his misty blue eyes.

"Gollum ......

".

In the middle of the staggering, the demon was slashed with a sword.

The ugly head that rolled to the ground and the torso that had lost its head fell to the ground, gradually turning into flying smoke.

Haruto returned the knife to the sheath with a neat movement, and he turned around and glanced at the corpse of the demon and breathed a sigh of relief.

Okay, the first successful ghost killing was recorded, and I want to eat a big meal when I go out!

......

The first night of the vine attack was always the hardest night of the entire seven-day ordeal.

Everyone needs to be fully focused and anxiously waiting for the first light of dawn to come.

Haruto traveled through the woods with his excellent perception ability, and the other ghosts in the entire Fuji Attack Mountain were really not much of a threat except for the hand ghost.

He walked along the mountain path, trying to get away from the woods where he had last seen the Hand Oni.

When it was still dark, a teenager came in front of him.

He carried a fainting swordsman on his back, and Haruto noticed that the swordsman was wearing a dark red feather weave.

"What's going on?" Haruto asked.

He stepped forward and hugged them, and sure enough, the fainting one was one of the fox boys.

His fox mask was gone, and under his black messy hair was a very delicate face.

Well, even if I fainted, I felt very arrogant, and I was really a difficult person to get along with.

The

young man with the back kept his mid-haired style and looked panicked: "I don't know...... It was a teenager with the same fox mask who handed him over to me, and I was about to find a safe place to stay......

".

Haruto blinked: "The hair color of the person entrusted to you is flesh-colored, where did he go?".

"That's right, it's very young to hear. Murata wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and pointed behind him, "I probably went up the slope over there." "

Sure enough, good-looking people are warm-hearted......

The warm-hearted Haruto thoughtfully: "What is his name?"

"Yoshiyu, Tomioka Yoshiyu, that's how the boy named Rabbit introduced him. "

It turns out that the word is ......

Haruto suddenly realized, and then patted Murata on the shoulder: "Then this child called Yiyong, I'll trouble you!".

"No hemp—eh, do you want me to take care of him alone?!".

"Of course, since you have promised others, you must do it. "

Haruto pumped him up with his fists, and walked in the direction of his fingers.

As long as it's not the area of the hand ghost, even if you go in a little bit...... No problem, right?

As for why he wanted to follow him, the first thing that came to Haruto's mind was the scene where Rabbit appeared and tried to rescue him before his last death.

And judging from the barrage, he survived this time, but instead of dying, it might be the rabbit.

Haruto can't comfortably accept letting others bear his own fate, especially a teenager who once tried to pull him out of a desperate situation.

He walked a long way in the footsteps of the rabbit, and met many reserve swordsmen, and whenever he asked, someone would always point out the direction to Haruko.

"Ah, I know, that soft-voiced boy? he's helped us a lot, and I wouldn't have survived if it weren't for him. "

He went down the hill, and when he heard that he had killed a lot of ghosts along the way, he was out of breath. "

"He just left, he is really a kind person, I hope we can all pass this selection. "

Everyone's attitude didn't seem to be as cold as when they attacked the mountain gate, and they didn't know what Rabbit had done to make these people respect him.

Haruto wiped the sweat from his forehead as he walked, and then walked forward ......

But that's where the hand ghost is.

......

Fuji Raid Mountain...... How can there be such a monster?

The rabbit clenched the handle of the knife, from the fingertips to the arms and thighs, all of which were overdrawn from the long run and the repeated use of breathing methods, and trembled slightly.

He pushed the mask made by his master Tsuki Zuo Jinji to his ear, revealing a pair of silver eyes staring at the hand ghost tightly.

"Fox Boy ......

".

The

deep voice was sharp with malice, and the disgusting dark green muscles of the hand ghost surged, transforming arms into arms to attack the rabbit.

"Reunite with your fellow disciples in my belly!

How can you say such a thing, how can you do such a thing......

So many of Master Scale's excellent children were actually eaten by him......

The long knife in the rabbit's hand shook, severing those arms with blue waves like water, and the toes drove the whole body, and the agile point was at the arm that the hand ghost had time to retract, and rushed towards the head wrapped in the arm.

It's ...... Unforgivable!

"Breath of Water, Three Types, Flowing Dance!".

The blade of the sun wheel is wrapped in the flow of water, and the figure of the rabbit is close to the hand ghost.

When the blade touched the head of the ghost, he was shaken ......

The Nichiren knife - broken!

After a long battle, not only his body reached a critical value, but even the knife in his hand could not withstand it.

Rabbit's heart sank suddenly, and he had already seen the hand ghost squint, and one arm quickly lengthened and hit his head!

"Sa!".

I don't know where a hot wind blew from somewhere, and a touch of cyan slipped in front of me, and the hand that was a fatal claw in the eyes of the rabbit was cut off with a knife!

Before he was about to get a headshot!

The evening breeze blows the long silvery-white hair, and the light blue ends gently scratch the smooth chin.

The young man in front of him bent over and holding a knife opened his eyes, and the tip of the knife was a scorching flame.

The little bird swims in the sunny day, and arrives in time!