Chapter 67: Ninth Form - Purgatory --Rengoku .
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Not long ago.
On the other side.
In the forest.
Tokito Tadaichiro leaned against a tree, slowly stood up, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Just now, it seems to have been his limit.
"Shoo shoo..." Gyokko perched on the tree, his full form was somewhat fearful of Tokito Tadaichiro.
His pupils moved slightly in his eye sockets, he looked at Yuichiro and Muichiro.
——Two little kids...
His eyes became fierce.
As a demon, he is particularly sensitive to genes and blood, and he can almost see the father-son relationship between Tadaichiro and Muichiro at a glance.
The father is a bit dangerous...
Then——let's start with your son!!
Whoosh!
His viscous, fish-like body leaped from the tree, his muscular arms tensed, and he burst out of the tree canopy!
He rushed straight at Yuichiro!
Rengoku Shinjuro, who was on guard, pricked up his ears, and he instantly spotted Gyokko who had sprung out from the tree, and shouted out loud:
"Found him!"
Click!
The sword in his hand changed direction, and the sharp edge aimed at Gyokko!
Yuichiro and Muichiro, the two brothers, stood behind Shinjuro, and they also drew their swords.
"Hiss——!!"
Rengoku Shinjuro's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he took a deep breath, looking at Gyokko who looked different from just now, alarm bells rang in his heart.
In his clear red pupils, Gyokko's figure, rushing straight at him, waving his arms, was reflected.
That arm!
His intuition told Shinjuro
He couldn't collide head-on.
He instinctively took a step back.
But his peripheral vision caught sight of Muichiro and his brother behind him.
Shinjuro's movements slightly stalled, his thoughts rapidly changed as he breathed.
——He couldn't retreat.
——The child was behind him!
The idea of wanting to change his movements and attack from the side was instantly cut off.
"Hiss——!!" Shinjuro took another deep breath, his heart beating faster and faster due to the emotional fluctuations.
The pitted Nichirin Sword in his hand swung backhand, the back of the sword against his shoulder.
Tomioka Giyu's self-created secret technique —— Calm.
Muichiro's unique technique that should have been created by him —— Haze.
These two techniques, if they don't have the unique experiences and mindsets like their creators —— they can't be used, or it's hard to maximize their effects.
The secret technique of Flame Breathing, Ninth Form· Purgatory--Rengoku .
It's the same principle.
Only by training the body and mind to be in line with the mindset of the creator of this sword technique hundreds of years ago.
——Burn the soul, surpass the limit.
Can the full power of the Ninth Form be fully displayed.
And the Rengoku family, from the Warring States period to Taisho.
Nearly four hundred years of time.
Every generation of Flame Hashira.
——Can use it.
Step!
Rengoku Shinjuro took a big step forward, his thick black swallow eyebrows raised, and the flames flickered on the pitted Nichirin Sword.
Past events crossed his mind, lingering on the moment when his wife closed her eyes.
He clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, his eyes reflected Gyokko who was constantly approaching from above.
"Hiss..." Hot white steam overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
His feet gripped the ground, the force rose from the ground, and poured into the tip of the sword!
"Ninth Form!"
Shinjuro exerted force at his waist, gritted his teeth, the power of his whole body poured into the sword, the sword technique that had been trained to the realm was fully released at this moment!
Boom!
The scorching flame at this moment, it completely erupted again on the sword!
"Purgatory---Rengoku!!"
The dazzling flames illuminated the dim forest, and the hot breath instantly bloomed and surged!
Gyokko rushed down from above, he looked at Rengoku Shinjuro who was blocking in front of him.
"Hee hee hee..." A mocking smile appeared on his face, he had no intention of dodging at all.
He is perfect now.
Possessing the Blood Demon Art of the [Hand of God], he can turn everything he touches —— all into fish.
The next moment.
Plop!
Suddenly bursting out at extreme speed, a slash wrapped in scorching flames.
In Gyokko's unprepared eyes, it swiftly swept across his arm.
The slash directly touched his neck!
The sound of the sword entering the flesh came, Rengoku Shinjuro tightly held the hilt of the sword, and heavily chopped it on Gyokko's neck!
"What?!" Gyokko was taken aback as he looked at the sword that had cut into his neck, his sprinting action was forced to stop, and he was suddenly chopped to the ground by the huge force.
A moment of panic flashed in his eyes.
Suddenly!
Crack!
A crisp sound came from the Nichirin Sword in Rengoku Shinjuro's hand.
The gushing flame suddenly paused!
Bang!
With the sudden empty feeling in his hand, Rengoku Shinjuro clenched his teeth tightly, shouting in his heart that it was bad.
Finally.
Under the powerful collision and slash, the surface of the Nichirin Sword who have already numerous injured appeared with fine cracks like a spider web.
The sound of friction and collision between metal and metal fragments came one after another.
The next moment.
Bang!
The position where the Nichirin Sword touched Gyokko's neck suddenly shattered, just like a shattered glass that was lifted up.
Turned into twinkling stars, completely shattered in the forest that darkened again.
The Nichirin Sword engraved with [Demon Slayer], thus ended its life.
"...Oh?" Gyokko squinted his eyes, full of smiles looking at Rengoku Shinjuro holding only the hilt of the sword.
The latter was holding the hilt, frowning, looking at the broken sword in his hand and clicked his tongue.
"If you want to kill me, you are not qualified at all!"
Gyokko stood up in front of Shinjuro with a grimace, the shadow formed by his sturdy body in the second form enveloped Shinjuro and Muichiro.
"Hey! uncle!"
At this time, Yuichiro, who had been standing behind Shinjuro, shouted forward.
Yuichiro held his own sword and handed it to Shinjuro:
"Use my sword! It looks much better than your broken sword!"
Shinjuro was slightly stunned.
Looking at the two people who suddenly started to communicate.
Gyokko, who was ignored, suddenly felt a burst of resentment in his heart.
"...Stinky brat!"
He clenched his fist, anger made his face twisted, and he swung at Yuichiro fiercely!
"Go to hell!"
Suddenly.
Just as Gyokko's fist quickly swept past Shinjuro and was about to touch Yuichiro's forehead.
Buzz——!!
Just in front of Gyokko in the deep forest.
Six golden pupils slowly opened in the pitch-black forest, quietly staring at Gyokko.
In an instant, an inexplicable fear rose from the bottom of his heart.
Gyokko's swinging fist suddenly stagnated in mid-air.
"Uh!" Yuichiro subconsciously tilted his head back slightly, and the wind brought up by Gyokko's fist blew through his hair tips.
Gyokko held his fist, cold sweat broke out from his body, his eyes trembled, and he cautiously glanced into the deep forest.
——Yes.
——That is...
—— Kokushibo-dono.
The next moment.
Gyokko's eyes were about to split, he twisted his body like a fish, his muscles tightened, and his fishtail bounced off the ground!
The sturdy body suddenly became extremely agile, quickly drilled into the forest, and started to swim quickly.
At the same time, he was calling frantically in his heart.
—— Muzan-sama!!!
But, unfortunately.
No matter how he called.
Muzan never gave him any response.
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