Chapter 173: Take off the head!

Clanging loudly!

Sparks fly!

The two knives separated as soon as they touched!
Su Beixun turned around quickly and slashed with a horizontal slash!

The two men leaned back at the same time. Su Beixun used his stronger body to withstand the recoil and took the lead in slashing diagonally in pursuit!

Kyojuro dodged by bending sideways, twisting his ankle, lowering his body with his palms on the ground, and jumping around behind the opponent!

Su Beixun was about to turn around, but a cloud of fog suddenly appeared in front of him!
Its color is gray, ethereal and invisible, like a veil, smoke, or clouds.

The wind blew through the forest, the leaves became sparse, and in the silence, a sharp blade pierced into the pupil!
——The first form of the breath of the clouds, the distant clouds hanging from the sky!

Wuyilang rushed forward with a knife, and Su Beixun quickly grabbed him from behind.

Because of the characteristics of [Kasumi Breathing], Wuyilang was used to wearing clothes that were a few sizes larger to cover his joints. However, while this concealed the angle of the knife, it was also easy for Su Beixun to grab the collar.

With his back muscles tensed, he clamped the blade that Rengoku Kyojuro was swinging into his flesh. Su Beixun cracked his lips and gave Muichiro a fierce knee strike!

The sound of collision is dull!

Wuyilang stretched out his hand to block, twisted his body to break free, leaned back and quickly moved upwards!
The long knife was hidden in the mist, and its shape could not be seen until it cut into the chest!

Su Beixun pressed down the blade with his forearm and reached out to grab it again!

His movements were restricted, and after a few moves, Muichiro's right wrist holding the knife was grabbed.

Without waiting for him to break free, Su Beixun pulled his arm outwards, twisted his waist while his arms were wide open, and kicked him in the waist and abdomen with a whip-kick!

A loud bang!
Wuyilang's figure quickly passed by the ground! His face flushed, and blood surged in his throat!
Su Beixun took a step forward and was about to chase...

But at this moment, a knife suddenly pierced the heart from behind!

call--!
The flames roared, and it was as if a pillar of fire pierced through the body.

The long knife inserted into the body was like flowing magma, burning the flesh and blood with a crackling sound!

Kyojuro held the knife with both hands, propped his shoulder against the handle, and tried to chop the opponent's neck upwards!

Wuyilang fell and flew out, without time to wipe the blood. He held the knife in both hands and slashed at it crosswise on the cloud and mist!

Sparks fly between the knife and the flesh!

"Is that all?!"

Even with the blade on his body, Su Beixun just smiled.

He held the blade protruding from the front with his left hand to stop it from cutting further. His other hand protected the side of his neck and grabbed Wuyilang's knife.

With a creaking sound, all the long knives that were cutting flesh were forced to stop.

Feeling the huge resistance from the sound of the knife, Rengoku Kyojuro and Tokito Muichiro gritted their teeth.

Two roars!

Flames and clouds are flying!
Rengoku Kyojuro and Tokito Muichiro's veins bulged as they tried their best to chop the Nichirin Sword down as they wished!
"Useless effort." Su Beixun sneered.

He raised his knee and kicked! The movement was so fast that only the afterimage was left!

Muichiro in front of him flew out instantly!
As his feet landed on the ground, Su Beixun leaned back suddenly!
The blade thrust out more, but he also used this to close the distance with Kyojuro.

Raise your elbow and hit back!

There was a cracking sound in Rengoku Kyojuro's chest.

He forced himself not to retreat, gritted his teeth and continued to raise the knife!

Su Beixun raised his eyebrows and had to turn his body to the side, letting the blade avoid his neck and cut his body from the shoulder.

Blood splattered everywhere!

The Sun Blade cut his body in half, and one of his arms was thrown away.

But he hit Kyojuro with another solid elbow.

The huge impact force caused the opponent to retreat several meters, and his feet left a long mark on the ground.

Su Beixun calmly caught the broken arm and roughly pressed it towards the cross section.

The nerves reconnected, the flesh and blood squirmed and connected, and after pulling out thin red fibers, the broken arm grew back into the body like a magnet.

[Although I was prepared, this kind of strength...]

Wuyilang looked at the evil ghost swinging his arms, took a deep breath, used breathing techniques to suppress the injuries, straightened up and looked at the other party.

"You knew we were coming?"

"of course."

Su Beixun said bluntly: "After Urokodaki Sakonji goes back to report, the Demon Slayer Corps will definitely send someone to investigate... Although I didn't expect that two Pillar-level people would come, it doesn't matter."

Su Beixun held the Sun Blade that he had snatched from some unlucky guy two years ago, with an indifferent expression on his face.

Rengoku Kyojuro and Muichiro regulated their breathing and held him at the midpoint, one in front and one behind.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while.

The sky was covered with red clouds and snow was falling.

The three of them kept adjusting their positions in a straight line, and their breathing became longer and longer.

Suddenly, the wind started to surge!

Three black shadows intertwined and collided, bouncing up and then sticking together again!
Su Beixun swung his sword and opened the long sword, raised the other blade with his wrist, and sank his body slightly.

Muichiro and Kyojuro kicked at the same time in tacit understanding!

Su Beixun's body floated in the air and fell on his back. Facing two crossed blades, he flipped over and dodged while kicking Kyojuro in the chin.

He squatted and jumped up, and while Kyojuro was flying away, he went straight up with the knife.

He kept hitting Muichiro closely, using his strength to force him to retreat and defend.

The blades collided with each other, shaking more and more violently!
Facing the continuous slashing, Muichiro jumped back several meters with the recoil force. He took a step back diagonally, and extended the blade back to stop the retreating body.

Taking advantage of the elastic force of the curved blade, he switched from forehand to backhand, quickly striking with the base of the knife facing upwards.

The sound is loud, like the cracking of metal and stone!

Su Beixun's left hand, which was chopped, was knocked back and flew up!
But he let out a sinister grin, loosened his hand, and when the blade fell from behind, he changed his right hand to hold the knife, turned around and stabbed out!

Muichiro couldn't react in time!
His pupils drifted downwards, he sucked in his abdomen and leaned back, but the tip of the knife still bypassed his block and pierced his lower abdomen!

Bayonet followed by horizontal slash!
The snow on the ground turns red!

Wuyilang frowned slightly, feeling the injuries that were still within his range, and pushed himself forward with his feet to step back.

But fierce!
He suddenly felt a pain in his calf!
Wuyilang subconsciously lowered his head—the black dog was biting his flesh tightly!
[Oh no...I can't escape.]

Eyes covered with white light!

Looking at the silver-white lines drawing towards his neck, Muichiro did not show any panic.

call!
A fiery red knife fell from the sky and collided with it!
Rengoku Kyojuro pressed down with both hands, pressing Su Beixun's knife down firmly.

Wuyilang quickly turned the knife tip upside down and took the opportunity to pierce the black dog's head! The black dog whimpered, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and died.

Muichiro swept his sword across the row of teeth marks on his calf.

Su Beixun avoided it calmly.

"...You actually let the dog bite people. You are even more childish than I thought! You really have the temper of a child."

Muichiro spoke venomously in a calm tone.

Su Beixun smiled back.

"It's still cuter than a kid who doesn't love cats and dogs."

Clang!
The three knives collided violently!

The cold light rolled up the falling snow, shattering the darkness into pieces!

Su Beixun swung his sword and retreated. The scars on his chest healed quickly, but the two people opposite him were breathing rapidly and bleeding.

The difference between humans and ghosts couldn't be more obvious at this moment!

Rengoku Kyojuro took a step forward and protected Muichiro, who was half-kneeling on the ground, behind him.

The leg injury greatly affected Muichiro's speed, and the loss of his agility, [Breath of Kasumi], was also suppressed in the confrontation.

"Muichiro, I'll cover you! Go back now and tell our lord everything that happened here!" Rengoku Kyojuro said solemnly.

The opponent's strength is beyond imagination. If this continues, they may all die here! In this case, it is better to sacrifice only him.

"Eh? Me?"

Wuyilang tilted his head in confusion: "But I am more seriously injured than you now, and my value is lower. Shouldn't I, who has a lower priority, be the one to cover you?"

His mint-colored pupils were still so empty, and there was no fluctuation even when he was asked to stay.

Divide everything you encounter into different priorities, and then start from the highest priority and abandon the lower priority ones... This is what Muichiro is thinking now. But Rengoku Kyojuro disagrees!

"The strong should protect the weak! Whether in terms of age or injuries, I have an advantage over you... So, I must be the one who stays!"

The flames gradually wrapped around the blade, burning the flying snow around into mist. Rengoku Kyojuro stared at the other side with a scorching gaze.

[Kyojuro, do you know why you were born stronger than others? ]

He suddenly remembered the words his mother said before her death.

[It is to help the weak! ]

[Those who are gifted with extraordinary talents, far superior to ordinary people, must use their powers for the sake of the world and others, and must never use the abilities bestowed by heaven to harm others or seek personal gain.]

[Helping the weak is the duty of the strong. This is your responsibility and your lifelong mission. You must never forget this! ]

Rengoku Kyojuro turned his head to the side, revealing a half face without any shadow, bright and sunny.

"I won't let you die!"

Wuyilang's indifferent pupils trembled slightly.

But before he could say anything, there was a sparse applause from not far away.

Su Beixun simply tore off his tattered jacket, leaving his upper body bare, and said with a cold look, "Your determination to sacrifice for each other is really touching... But today, no one can escape."

Rengoku Kyojuro said nothing.

He raised his red eyebrows, held the knife in both hands as his clothes fluttered, and leaned forward.

But suddenly, he stumbled!
Wuyilang, who was half-kneeling behind him, grabbed the corner of his clothes, pulled him backwards and rushed out at the same time!

[Mr. Purgatory's injuries are lighter, and he can exert greater strength. ]

[So, I must find out the opponent's weakness and create a chance for Mr. Purgatory to kill him.]

His black hair fluttered as Wuyilang stared indifferently ahead. As they hurried along, almost touching the ground, his figure faded little by little, and was blown away by the wind.

In the thick fog, he regrouped behind Su Beixun like a ghost, turned his wrist, and swung out eight consecutive slashes!
But suddenly, Wuyilang's pupils shrank and he stopped.

He subconsciously looked back.

The surroundings became empty, with only tree trunks and falling snow.

——The evil ghost under the knife disappeared without a trace!
It was like a character was suddenly cut out of a picture book, disappearing abruptly without any warning!

[What's going on? Is it blood vampire magic? ]

Wuyilang frowned, hid himself in the fog, and carefully captured the movements around him.

The woods are silent late at night.

Even the wind and the falling snow cannot change the tranquility.

laugh--!
A strange sound was heard faintly.

Like torn paper.

Or a broken bone...

The smell of blood at the tip of my nose suddenly became strong!

Wuyilang's face changed slightly and he quickly turned his head towards the direction of the sound!
……

The first thing that caught my eye... was a huge column of blood rising into the sky!
Su Beixun stood there with his head slightly tilted back, his entire body stained red by the spilled blood.

The blood mist gathered into streams, winding down his skin.

He chuckled and stood with his hands hanging down, looking at Wuyilang, who was holding in his hand... the head of a man with bright hair and wide-open eyes!
"Mr. Purgatory!!"

Wuyilang widened his eyes in disbelief, unable to believe the ridiculous scene he saw!
Rengoku Kyojuro, who was standing next to him just now, had his head chopped off so easily? !
--In the end what happened?
——When did he get there?

——Why was Mr. Purgatory killed silently?
……

All kinds of questions kept popping up in Wuichiro's mind.

The anger in his heart kept rising, but he did not act impulsively. He stared at the other person carefully and began to think about what was going on.

[Is the speed too fast? ]

[No...that's not right!]

His ears moved slightly, and his exposed skin felt the moist and cool air.

[There was no sound, and the airflow was not stirred...]

[This is definitely not a simple movement... Is it teleportation? ]

"Are you curious?"

Su Beixun lay on Wuyilang's shoulder and whispered softly into his ear.

The sudden breath made Wuyilang's hair stand on end, and he quickly leaped forward!

He stared with wide eyes at the figure that suddenly appeared beside him, without his noticing. His pupils swept over the place where the other person had been before, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart!

"It seems that my blood infection was very successful."

Su Beixun tilted his head and curved his eyebrows, like a child who had obtained a favorite toy.

"What did you do?" Wuyilang tightened his grip on the knife handle again and again, and it felt slippery because of sweat.

Su Beixun did not answer, but just rubbed his fingers gently.

Wuyilang quickly became alert, but the evil ghost still stood there without moving.

However, everything that happened around him was even more terrifying than the other party disappearing——

On the land covered with white snow, fresh green grass sprouted one by one! They swayed, and when the wind blew, they turned into gorgeous flowers of various colors.

The snowflakes in the sky slowly disappeared, and nine bright suns appeared from behind the clouds. The scorching light spread all over the sky and earth, making Muichiro sweat a lot!

"This is..." Wuyilang showed an expression of disbelief.

"It's an illusion." Su Beixun answered with a smile.

He stretched out his hand, and a sun transformed into a three-legged golden crow and landed on his palm.

"From the beginning, you were all in an illusion I created. Whether it was the village or the black dog, none of them existed in reality."

"All your five senses are controlled by me. What you see, hear, and feel is all determined by me."

The Golden Crow opened its mouth and spewed out a ball of flame.

Muichiro felt his skin being burned and quickly took off his burning coat.

He looked at the coat in surprise as it twisted and burned in the flames, and finally turned completely into flying ashes, and then focused his eyes on Su Beixun's face.

"Is this your [Blood Demon Art]? When did I get hit by it?" A hint of interest rose in his empty mint-colored pupils.

Su Beixun raised his hand and let the Golden Crow fly back to become the sun. He smiled and said, "It's been a long time, right? At least more than a year?"

"……what?"

"My blood demon technique can only be activated if you swallow my blood unconsciously."

"blood……"

Muichiro thought for a moment, "Is that the prescription? But they didn't use your blood, did they?"

Su Beixun did not answer directly, but asked back: "What do you think is the healing ingredient in the prescription?"

"Those mixed herbs?"

He said this and shook his head.

"No, that's just a trick. The only thing that can really provide vitality is the blood of a demon."

Wuyilang frowned: "So? What do you want to say?"

Su Beixun chuckled.

"Aren't you curious? Ghosts have been around for thousands of years, why haven't other people discovered this?"

He still didn't give Wuyilang a chance to answer, and continued to speak on his own.

"Because Kibutsuji Muzan!"

"From a social perspective, he is a complete monopolist. He hopes that there will be fewer and fewer ghosts in the world, and it would be best if he were the only one left."

"He is so stingy towards his own kind, so naturally he won't let humans use his blood."

Su Beixun looked proud.

“And I’m different from him.”

"I deliberately suppressed those parts of the blood that are harmful to humans and amplified the vitality and healing effects."

"And all the ghosts that I transformed into have my blood flowing in their bodies, so it can naturally be used as medicine for treatment."

(End of this chapter)