Chapter 65: Hantengu's Thousand-Layered Tricks.
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Under the pitch-black night.
The clouds are dense, revealing the sharp hook moon hidden behind the clouds, as sharp as a wolf's tooth.
[Moon Breathing·First Form·Dark Moon Evening Palace——Yoi no Miya]
Step!
Tokito Tadaichiro stared at Shinjuro in front of him, he slightly bent his body, and took a step forward.
A touch of amber moonlight swept in front of Shinjuro in an instant.
At the moment when the sword swept in front of him and brought up a breeze, Shinjuro's pupils shrank, and he quickly turned his head to look in Gyokko's direction.
On the opposite side.
"You maggots who don't understand art...!!"
Gyokko just raised the pot in his hand with a grimace:
"Blood Demon Art·Ten Thousand..."
The next moment.
Swish!
Tokito Tadaichiro abruptly stopped, his figure, with the sword held high, appeared behind Gyokko.
Click.
His steps were light, his toes touched the ground, and he bent his knees to sheathe the sword at his waist.
"Huh..." A white mist escaped from the corner of his mouth.
The pale yellow moonlight followed the trajectory of the sword sword, as if delayed, it gradually emerged in the pitch-black mid-air.
The appearance of the moonlight was slow and elegant, unhurried.
And at the end of that pale yellow moonlight, there was Gyokko's neck, which was already solidified —— he was holding a porcelain pot.
"Hisss... it hurts."
Tokito Tadaichiro slowly got up, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and intense pain came from all over his body.
The strike he just used might have been the closest to Tsugikuni's strike in the past half month.
Moon Breathing·First Form, was originally a quick-draw slash.
But Tsugikuni's demonstration was not something a human could do.
Tadaichiro recalled Tsugikuni Michikatsu's movements in his mind, feeling a chill in his heart.
Forcing himself to imitate a similar demonstration, he could indeed achieve extremely fast speed.
But what it brought was also the bruising of soft tissues or bones in the body.
So usually, Tadaichiro only used the "First Form" that he and his two sons discussed and changed, which was slightly suitable for them.
——The exaggeration of the movements was not that great.
Just now, it was only in a hurry that he tried so hard to use the sword technique.
Also in a hurry, he chopped the neck of this "moving tree" as if it were a real tree.
But...
Tokito Tadaichiro slightly weighed the feel of the sword in his hand —— if it was chopping a tree... would it feel so light?
Near the bushes.
"...?"
Rengoku Shinjuro looked at Tokito Tadaichiro who appeared behind Gyokko, the expression on his face gradually solidified, his eyebrows twitched slightly.
The speed at which this person rushed out from beside him just now.
And the fluency of the sword swing...
His hand holding the sword was somewhat twitching.
——This...
Shinjuro's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he looked at Tadaichiro with a belated shock.
——This is... three weeks of sword training...?!
Seemingly somewhat incredulous, he blinked hard.
He opened his mouth slightly, all the doubts in his heart were shattered by the shock just now.
In Rengoku Shinjuro's pupils, Tadaichiro's still somewhat unfamiliar sword sheathing action was reflected.
A thought in his heart kept rising —— until it surfaced.
Ah...
Another... genius...
Rengoku Shinjuro.exe has stopped working.
Just as Tadaichiro was holding his waist and slowly standing up.
Whoosh——
Gyokko, who should have had his neck severed, suddenly turned into a thin, pale fish scale skin.
It collapsed softly, then slowly covered the pot under him.
——He didn't die!
Seeing this, Rengoku Shinjuro immediately raised his sword sword, he looked around cautiously.
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On the side.
On the tree.
Taking advantage of the pitch-black night, a huge shadow slowly wrapped around the tree, hidden among the rustling leaves.
Drip... drip...
Slime slid down from the leaves.
"...Just now... was that... Moon Breathing?"
Gyokko was sweating profusely, after his molting, his robust hands turned into fish scales were trembling slightly, his lower body, like a giant snake, was wrapped around the tree.
The form after molting was his trump card, an almost invincible state.
The eyeball in his mouth was trembling, his gaze looked at Tadaichiro who was standing sideways against him.
Gulp.
Both mouths trembled slightly, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
——The slash just now, thinking about it now, was unable to inflict a fatal injury on him.
——But he, subconsciously used his trump card to molt.
In Gyokko's mind, he recalled the past.
——The scene where Akaza issued a blood battle to Kokushibo.
That overwhelming, yet simple action, easily beheaded Akaza, deeply imprinted in his mind like hell.
——He was scared into molting.
"...Kokushibo-dono, how did your breathing technique spread outside..."
Gyokko's terrified eyes gradually calmed down, he took a deep breath.
This is tonight, the second time he felt a bit regretful for coming here.
The first time was when he was attacked by three Hashira.
After careful consideration, Gyokko's gaze slowly moved to the side.
Amber pupils, reflecting the figures of Yuichiro and Muichiro brothers standing behind Rengoku Shinjuro.
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Village of swordsmiths.
At the Street.
Due to the timely notification of the watchtower, the swordsmiths have already evacuated from the street.
Plop.
Tanjuro held the Kusabimaru in his hand, he landed on the street, looked sideways at the other side of the street, Hantengu lying on the wall in a decrepit form.
Beside him, Himejima Gyomei also stood tall.
"Namu... It's an Upper Rank demon." Himejima held the rosary in his hand, he sensed Hantengu's breath, and said in a deep voice:
"Two Upper Rank demons have come to the village of swordsmiths."
"The situation on Shinjuro's side... is very dangerous."
Tanjuro slightly raised the Kusabimaru in his hand, he frowned:
"...This demon is Upper Rank Three."
As expected——
Tanjuro looked at the word above Hantengu's head, he pondered slightly.
Gyokko had also advanced one rank before, and so had Hantengu.
From Upper Rank Four to Three.
He let out a sigh, then told all the information he knew to Himejima Gyomei next to him:
"Himejima-san."
"That Upper Rank won't die even if his neck is severed."
"He will split into other forms of demons, only by severing the neck of his main body will he die completely."
Himejima Gyomei listened, tears gradually flowed down his face.
——He need to leave to get the Nichirin Sword.
...
They faced each other.
Behind the wall.
"...How terrifying."
Hantengu's old ears twitched slightly, he looked at Tanjuro and Himejima timidly, his face full of fear:
"...I'm clearly a weakling... but you have mastered my information so clearly..."
"...The Demon Slayer Corps, bullying the weak, is extremely terrifying, extremely terrifying!"
Plop, plop.
He trembled, slowly crawled out from behind the wall, his whole body hunched:
"Ah..." His voice trembled, tears flowed from his dark red eyes.
Hantengu slowly straightened his upper body, his rough hands slowly raised, and then grabbed his own neck.
Plop!
With the force of his arms, in the slightly surprised eyes of Tanjuro and Himejima.
Hantengu tore himself into two from the neck.
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