From Demon Slayer, the sword is invincible

In the forest with only a little sunlight, a man and a cat are chasing each other.

The black cat turned back from time to time and showed a human-like expression, as if mocking Feng Xiaodao who was feeling a little weak behind him, "You bad thing, I can't even bear to eat your sausages. I, the cat, don't believe you."

Although Feng Xiaodao was a little tired, he tried his best to follow the black cat. Looking at its attributes, he knew that his agility was not low, otherwise he would not have caught the black cat in the previous sausage battle.

However, because there were many obstructions in the woods, the black cat was no match for its small and agile body, so it could only follow behind it from a distance.

However, as time goes on, his physical weakness will be exposed, so Feng Xiaodao is actually quite anxious now.

"Other people's time travel is done in one step, but my system is not only rudimentary, but there are also shuttles that can escape. It's really worrying. If there is a complaint channel, I will definitely file a complaint with my real name."

Slowly, Feng Xiaodao found that the vision became brighter and brighter, and at the same time, the unusual smell in the air became stronger and stronger.

A cabin in the woods appeared before their eyes. The running black cat also stopped in front of the cabin, staring into the cabin with desire and fear.

The sudden situation made Feng Xiaodao feel nervous and a bad premonition began to emerge.

Originally Feng Xiaodao planned to grab the black cat and run away, but the black cat's strange reaction made him hesitant. No matter what, the cat was an important point of travel and would not stare at a place for no reason.

"Is anyone there?" Feng Xiaodao came to the cabin and knocked on the door and called tentatively, but there was no response.

Feng Xiaodao looked at the pile of firewood in front of the house, the hatchet used to chop a tree stump, and the increasingly strong abnormal smell in the air, and thought to himself:

"This house doesn't look like a modern one. There's not even a plastic enamel basin. It should be the home of a woodcutter or hunter in ancient times. But it's impossible for a person to go out without a knife. After all, iron tools were quite precious in ancient times."

Feng Xiaodao, who had a bad feeling in his heart, bravely picked up the hatchet. Although it was just an ordinary knife, the feel of the cold metal made him feel more at ease. Is this the talent of a natural swordsman?

The wooden door was pushed open with a little force, and a large pool of blood appeared in front of me. I finally understood what the abnormal smell was before, it was the smell of blood.

Feng Xiaodao immediately became alert, tightly gripped the hatchet in his hand and walked into the house carefully.

As he scanned the room, he saw the body of a woodcutter in his 50s or 60s appear in the corner of the room. Strictly speaking, it was a partial body. Only the head and shoulders were left of the body, and the rest of the limbs and internal organs were scattered all around.

The strong smell of blood and the tragic scene made Feng Xiaodao's stomach churn and he felt a strong urge to vomit, but the knife in his hand seemed to give him strength to suppress the nausea.

Suddenly, a sound came from the room next door, and a burly black shadow appeared in front of him.

"The familiar and delicious taste is really exciting. You meat eater holding a hatchet, do you think you are a member of the Demon Slayer Corps? Just let me taste your flesh and feel your desperate soul... huhuhaha."

Lou Feng's hoarse, teasing voice, along with the appearance of a disgusting ghost, immediately made Feng Xiaodao's heartbeat accelerate.

Feng Xiaodao finally understood what kind of world he had come to. It was the popular Japanese anime "Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba" that he had watched in real life, and the legendary demon appeared in front of him.

But then I felt bitter in my heart. Of all the bad worlds, it had to be this world. Although it seemed not difficult, this world was a bit restrained for a novice like me.

Feng Xiaodao had almost forgotten the plot, but he vaguely remembered that the world was plagued by a boss ghost, and many ghosts were born. A charcoal selling boy brought his sister who turned into a ghost to join the righteous Demon Slayer Corps and kept killing ghosts.

I remember the settings of these ghosts very clearly. Powerful ghosts can use the supernatural power "blood ghost magic", and even ordinary ghosts have powerful strength, extremely fast speed, and super regenerative recovery ability.

They can only be killed by Sunlight and the special swords of the Demon Slayer Corps. Even if you have the skill of invincible sword, you can't kill them. They will recover, but you will be weak after one sword. What the hell!

Looking at the cannibal who was drooling over him, Feng Xiaodao thought quickly about what to do. He only had the power of one sword, and if he couldn't kill this bastard, he would be the one to die.

"Well, I was just passing by. I didn't know you were having a party here! How about I find some more people for you?"

While hesitating, Feng Xiaodao began to move towards the gate, preparing to escape, thinking that as soon as I get out of this door, I will tear down this house and let you feel the sunshine.

"Patti? Human, are you talking nonsense? Don't be afraid, it will pass soon. Let me see where to start eating!"

The cannibal couldn't wait and felt that today was really his lucky day.

"Eat shit!"

Feng Xiaodao knew that he couldn't fool people, so he left a word and prepared to run out the door. But just as he took two steps, he saw a black shadow passing by his eyes, and with a bang, the room became dark again.

"So you humans are so cunning and hypocritical! You still want to escape? You underestimate the power of us ghosts!" The cannibal said sarcastically while standing behind the door.

The dark environment and the bloody fangs make it look even more terrifying.

Feng Xiaodao's eyes were determined, and there was no expression on his face. Since he couldn't run away, he had to fight. After all, he still had the strength of one sword, and if he used it well, he would still have a chance.

"Become my meat!" The cannibal roared and rushed towards Feng Xiaodao.

Faced with the fierce attack of the cannibal, Feng Xiaodao did not dare to attack rashly. He desperately used the only hatchet in his hand to block the cannibal's attack.

Ding ding! The ghost's attacks made crisp sounds when they hit the hatchet, but the miraculous thing was that Feng Xiaodao was able to block all the attacks with the hatchet.

"Feng Xiaodao, you must stay calm, concentrate, and see every attack clearly. As long as you block it, there is hope!" Feng Xiaodao kept reminding himself in his heart.

Perhaps it was the psychological suggestion that worked, or perhaps it was the knife in his hand that gave him information. Feng Xiaodao felt that his mind was extremely clear, and he swung the knife faster and faster.

The cannibal was very angry. He didn't expect that a human holding a hatchet could block all his attacks, so he increased the speed and strength of his attack.

Feng Xiaodao's fighting skills became smoother and smoother, and the knife in his hand always appeared before the attack arrived. Seeing that the evil ghost's long attack could not hurt him, Feng Xiaodao began to try to attack the cannibal.

He began to concentrate more, still thinking about the basic use of the knife, how to strike each time with the knife. Gradually, the number of attacks increased from one, two, three times, and before he knew it, the stroke knife had changed from passive defense to offense.

With a "puff", the cannibal was finally hit hard by Feng Xiaodao's selfless attack, and a black claw fell to the ground. Feng Xiaodao looked at the knife in his hand and the ghost hand on the ground in disbelief.

Feng Xiaodao quickly looked around and said secretly.

"This ghost isn't that powerful! Let's try another skill."

Feng Xiaodao raised the sword above his head, and then silently recited the skill "Invincible Sword".

In an instant, all the muscles in his body tensed up, and all the strength rushed to his hands like a river and then to the cold handle of the hatchet.

The speed of his hands was increasing crazily, and the hatchet seemed to be on the verge of collapse as it could not withstand the surge in force.

The cannibal's keen vision suddenly sensed something was wrong. The human opposite him suddenly changed his aura completely, as if an extremely sharp knife was cutting him.

A feeling of fear quickly spread throughout his entire powerful body, becoming increasingly stronger, but he was unable to react at all.

The knife flashed and the world became quiet.