The body of the timid ghost who escaped like a mouse in the ditch seemed to feel the temperature change from behind and subconsciously turned around.

"...The burning flame sword?" The ghoul's eyes widened and stood there in disbelief.

The flames surged out of thin air, and at the Tanjiro's Sun Wheel Knife that was only three fingers long, a red flame blade extending, with flames lingering on it.

【It really turned red!】

"Who? Whose voice is this?"

[Sir Samurai, your sword will only turn red during battle. It's incredible. What is the principle of this?]

"People I don't know..."

【It's usually as dark as obsidian, very beautiful ~…】

A warrior with a high ponytail turned his back to "hisself". On his earlobe, he hung a pair of sun-shaped earrings, holding a red sword in his hand, like a long sword just taken out of the stove.

And "I" was looking at the He Dao in the other party's hand curiously.

Outside, Tanjiro looked at the burning Hirodao in his hand with a blank look, as if he was trapped in some illusion.

"Wait, that's not me, I'm... Tanjiro!!!" Tanjiro suddenly woke up from a memory that suddenly appeared.

"That's not my memory, but... the memory of my ancestors inherited!" In just a moment, Tanjiro understood what was going on with that memory just now, and also recognized who the samurai in his memory was.

He is the ancestor of breathing method, and is the strong man named after Guoyuanyi!

"The long flame sword that I gathered with special abilities is very similar to the Hiro Sword used by the strong man in my memory..." Tanjiro suddenly felt in his heart, that was, the long flame sword in his hand cut off the evil ghost's head.

The other party will die!

The timid ghost looked at the burning flame sword in Tanjiro's hand and his body trembled slightly.

Are you scared?

No, the dog had never seen He Dao for a long time. What was scared was the... Wushao cells in his body!

"The burning sharp blade, the red He Dao... This is the memory of Lord Wusan!" A swordsman with a face that could not be seen clearly appeared in the mind of the shiny ghost, but holding the He Dao in his hand.

"The swordsman's sword that forced Lord Wusan into a desperate situation and almost killed him..."

The timid ghost looked at Tanjiro who raised the long flame sword to him, and took a step back with a trembling figure.

“…Overlapping with him!”

In the eyes of the timid ghost, a young man faintly appeared on Tanjiro who was rushing towards him with a long flame sword.

The young man in front of him was so similar to the young man, holding a sword high, and the forehead was burning with flame-like markings!

"I will die. If I am hit by this knife, I will die!" The ghoul suddenly realized in his heart and screamed in fear of death.

In the blink of an eye, the timid ghost, who was like a mouse, disappeared from the spot, and a tall evil ghost with a hideous and ferocious appearance appeared in front of Tanjiro.

"I hate it so much!" The hatred ghost clone rushed towards Tanjiro.

"This... is another clone?" Tanjiro's face changed when he smelled the different smell of the newly appeared evil ghost.

Even though he was holding a He Knife in his hand, it was meaningless to cut off the head of his clone, and he could only find the body.

"The smell of the body did not disappear, but overlapped with the newly emerged clone, so... the body is in the body of this clone!" Tanjiro cut off his arm that was attacking him with one sword, smelling the smell of the body coming from the other party's body, and clarified the target.

"The essence will shrink, so where is it hidden in this clone?"

Tanjiro was about to continue to swing the long flame sword, but at this moment, his movements froze and his expression was dull.

Because, he felt that the movement of the battle in the distance suddenly became quiet, and Teacher Linlong's breath disappeared, but the aura of the ghost hating aura was quickly coming here.

"Teacher Lintaki..." Tanjiro murmured in disbelief.

My family, Mr. Linlong, who is very strict but very good to me...

"I want to... kill you!" Tanjiro's eyes suddenly became firm, and he announced fiercely and fiercely to the hatred ghost in front of him.

With a sword, the other arm of the Ghost Hate also fell to the ground.

"Ahhhh, it cannot be regenerated, the wound is as painful as being burned by flames, how can it be..."

The hatred ghost howled in fear, twisted his body without arms regardless of the fact that he was not in his arms, and quickly ran towards the hatred ghost who was coming.

It is not that it cannot be regenerated at all, but the regeneration speed is suppressed and becomes very slow.

The powerful regeneration ability that the broken arm above string can regenerate instantly is suppressed to this level.

It is conceivable how strong the Hedao has to restrain evil spirits!

"Ahhhh, save me, save me!" The hatred ghost looked at the hatred ghost who was rushing over, and shouted with surprise on his face, and his back was facing Tanjiro.

No, it is not so much that the hatred ghost is asking for help, but rather that the cowardly ghost in his body is asking for help from his own hatred ghost clone.

Tanjiro also saw the coming ghost and quickly caught up with the ghost. He slashed the ghost's head with one knife.

The flame of the long flame sword attached to the wound on the neck of the ghost of hatred, slowly burning, inhibiting the other party's regeneration.

The cut off head seemed to have no resistance. In just one breath, the flames spread from the broken neck, forming a burning fireball.

After the hatred ghost was cut off, it continued to run towards the hated ghost.

"It's not in the head, so is it in the body?" Tanjiro glanced at the head of the hatred ghost, which was quickly burned to ashes in the air, and continued to raise the knife, about to split the hatred ghost in half.

Suddenly, a strong wind gushed out from the mouth of the wooden dragon beside the ghost.

Tanjiro was immediately blown away, but fortunately, he inserted the long flame knife into the big tree beside him in time so that he would not be blown away too far.

But when the strong wind dissipated and he landed on the ground again, there was no sign of a ghost hating in front of him.

"So... have you hid in your body?" Tanjiro twitched his nose, and the smell of all the breath was concentrated on the ghost-hater.

"In other words, you only need to defeat you now..." Tanjiro lowered his knife and walked slowly towards the Hakugami. His steps were getting faster and faster, and he disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

"Extremely evil!" The ghost beat the small drum behind him, and circles of powerful sound waves spit out from a wooden dragon's mouth, covering Tanjiro's figure.

Tanjiro's facial skin and muscles were surging like waves in the powerful sound waves, and blood was pouring out of his seven orifices on his face.

But he still rushed to the front of the ghost with a fierce attack.

"It's useless!" The ghost beat the drum again.

A wooden dragon rose high, opened its mouth, and exhaled strong wind from above.

Tanjiro's figure was instantly pressed into a pit like maple leaves.

A mouthful of blood gushed out uncontrollably, and the injuries on the body were quickly recovered, and Tanjiro stood up quickly.

But at this moment, a wooden dragon spit out a sound wave from his mouth and pressed him back.

"Puff..." Tanjiro just supported his hands on the ground, and before he could get up.

Countless lightning fell into the shallow pit, covering Tanjiro's body.

"Ahhhh..." Tanjiro screamed, his consciousness suddenly blurred, and the long sword of flame in his hand also disintegrated into flames and disappeared into the air.

Under the control of the ghost, the five wooden dragons surrounded Tanjiro and took turns to attack Tanjiro in the pit.

The Ghost stood aside, watching the pit in front become deeper and deeper, while Tanjiro in the pit was still struggling to get up under various attacks.

"Can't you kill like a ghost? It's really troublesome..."

...

"Hey, Xingshouro, accept my advice and become a ghost!"

Akaza looked down at the huge wound cut off from her shoulders, raised her hand and gently drew blood. The hideous wound had recovered.

Akaza looked up and smiled at the corner of her mouth, "Look, the injuries you have done your best to cause me have recovered in just an instant, but what about the injuries on your body?"

Opposite Akatsura, Purgatory Atsuro gasped heavily, blood staining most of his face, one eye was closed, and his left arm was twisted and drooping.

In Purgatory Apricot Round was soaked in blood, and drops of blood kept dripping from him to the ground.

"I was blinded by one eye, and my arm was broken. My spine should have been broken, my internal organs were broken, and my ribs were broken.

You see, every time you breathe, I don’t know what the point is that you persist like this?" Akaza spread his hands in confusion and chuckled at Purgatory Atsuro.

"I feel it's normal for such serious injuries to die in an instant, but you can still insist on fighting with me. This will is really tenacious!" Akaza looked at the Purgatory Atsuro, his eyes full of appreciation and admiration.

He liked the man in front of him more and more, and he really couldn't bear to kill him like this.

"Asuro, turn into a ghost. If you become a ghost like this, your injuries will be recovered soon!" Akaza continued to invite Asuro to Purgatory.

Purgatory Apricot Suzuro didn't say anything, but the only remaining eyes were staring at the third winding in front of him with a little dispersed look.

He seemed to be unable to feel the pain. Even though the broken ribs had been inserted into his lungs, blood was constantly gushing out of the corners of his mouth with every breath.

He had lost consciousness, but he was still standing in front of Akaza.

"Have you lost consciousness?" Akaza seemed to see the state of Purgatory Atsuro at this moment and slowly walked over to him.

But just as Akaza walked to Purgatory Atsura, Purgatory Atsura, who had lost consciousness, instinctively raised the Hiroshi sword in his hand and slashed at Akaza's neck.

Akaza just glanced at the waved Hiroshi sword indifferently, without any movement in her body, allowing the Infernal Atsuru's knife to slash against her neck.

The Ridge Knife slashed the evil ghost's neck, but it didn't cut it into a single slightest.

"Look, now you, I'll stand in front of you and let you cut off. You don't have the strength to cut off my neck!" Akaza said as she looked at the scattered pupils of Atsuro's eyes.
To be continued...