From Demon Slayer, the sword is invincible

On a sunny afternoon, the sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, and the sky was as blue as a gem.

A black cat was looking at two figures in the distance like a referee, one tall and one short, one big and one small.

Feng Xiaodao and the old man stood quietly on an empty meadow. The meadow seemed to be their battlefield. There was silence all around except for the rustling of the grass leaves in the breeze. The figures of the master and the apprentice were particularly clear in the sun. They each held a sword, the blade flashing with cold light, reflecting their serious and eager faces.

Feng Xiaodao has a tall and straight figure, dressed in a black robe, with short hair fluttering in the wind. The knife in his hand is heavy, as if it contains endless power, and his eyes reveal a captivating sword light.

Although the old man was a little smaller, he was imposing, and his small body seemed to contain countless energies waiting to be released, his eyes were full of passion and satisfaction. He tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, and the veins on his dry arms bulged, showing his inner desire and expectation.

The showdown was about to begin, and the air around them seemed to freeze, as if time had stopped flowing.

The master and disciple stared at each other, the sparks in their eyes meeting in the air, as if they could see through each other.

The old man was the first to break the silence, and his expected voice rang out: "Xiaodao, you must go all out! Dying in battle would be my greatest honor, don't hesitate."

Feng Xiaodao nodded vigorously and replied, "Teacher, please teach me!"

But I felt helpless and sighed in my heart that it is really difficult to lead a passionate old man. It seems that I have to work harder and act better.

Before he finished speaking, the old man moved like lightning and launched an attack in an instant. His steps were like a gust of wind and rain, and the knife in his hand drew a sharp arc. The knife flashed as fast as lightning and chopped towards the apprentice.

Feng Xiaodao dodged the attack with a swift movement, his movements were quick and agile, like leaping lightning, showing the greatest results of his recent training.

Then, the old man began to attack. He took a step forward, and his prosthetic limbs dug deep into the ground, sheathing his sword and making a power-gathering posture.

Feng Xiaodao's eyes were stern, knowing that this move was the first form of Thunder Breathing: Thunderbolt Flash, which was characterized by rapid accumulation of power, steady, accurate and ruthless, and unexpected, and instantly killing the enemy. Although this move was so simple, it was extremely powerful in the hands of the old man.

But Feng Xiaodao was not afraid. He took a deep breath and concentrated all his energy on his breathing. Countless forces began to gather.

The old man shouted loudly, and a rapid flash of lightning came rushing over, followed by an unstoppable sword energy that seemed to split the earth in half.

"Thunder Breathing Form 5: Rice Soul" was right in front of the sword light. Feng Xiaodao chopped out five consecutive swords at a faster speed, and finally two of the swords hit the old man's Thunderbolt Flash, deflecting the attack.

"I knew you weren't that simple, but that's fine, just fight as hard as you can! Take this move from me."

Seeing that his moves did not work, the old man changed his tactics again. He used the remaining power of Thunderbolt Flash to get behind Feng Xiaodao and used the Thunder Breathing Form 4 Far Thunder Move. A bolt of lightning suddenly shot forward, like thunder rolling in from afar.

"Old man, this move of yours is too weak."

Feng Xiaodao also greeted it with distant thunder, and the distant thunder collided with each other, emitting dazzling light.

The two fought back and forth, with swords flashing and shadows interlaced, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner. Their bodies moved quickly on the grass, leaving a trail of afterimages. Every confrontation was a thrilling contest, with both sides going all out and showing their strongest strength.

Feng Xiaodao felt the blood in his body boiling as he continued to fight. He seemed to have turned into a knife, slashing forward continuously, as if he wanted to cut off all obstacles with ease.

The blade flashed, and each strike was so sharp, carrying unparalleled power.

Countless sword moves were performed without thinking, chopping, stabbing, cutting, stabbing... These moves were as natural and smooth as flowing water, and each sword move contained his deep understanding and comprehension of the swordsmanship.

In the eyes of the old man, his talented disciple was getting stronger and stronger as the battle went on. His sword moves were faster than lightning, one sword after another, continuously. The old man could only resist continuously and could not even fight back. At this moment, he was concentrating on breathing.

I was both happy and helpless to see that the knife's force was as powerful as thunder, with an overwhelming force that made people unable to resist; the knife light was like a dragon emerging from the sea, with a smart and changeable aura that made people unable to defend against; the knife energy that was slashed was like a rainbow piercing the sun, with an indestructible force that made people difficult to resist; the knife light that was stabbed was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, with a sinister and cunning aura that caught people off guard.

Suddenly, there was a "Puff!" sound.

A bright flash of blood appeared in front of Feng Xiaodao's eyes, and the old man finally couldn't resist his attack and spat out blood.

Feng Xiaodao suddenly became nervous, and at the same time his mind became clear, and his movements stopped involuntarily.

Seeing this, the old man pretended to be angry and cursed: "Asshole, why did you stop? If you were on the battlefield, you would have been killed countless times by the ghost.

As long as your enemy has not fallen dead, you must not stop attacking, do you hear me? "

Feng Xiaodao came back to his senses and smiled bitterly at the old man's roar. Then he quickly said, "Thank you for your teaching, Master. I was careless. Next, I will use my strongest move. Master, you must receive it. I'm afraid I can't control it."

The old man remained silent. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, tensed his whole body, and stared at Feng Xiaodao's every move with a serious expression.

Feng Xiaodao looked at the old man quietly, a trace of admiration and gratitude flashed in his eyes. Then he made the sword-drawing posture and chanted the first form of Thunder Breathing: Thunderbolt Flashes at a rapid speed.

All I saw was a light so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it suddenly appeared, like a bright streak of light, cutting through the space at an astonishing speed and going straight through the old man's body.

The old man was stunned. He had not expected such an attack at all. Even before he realized the danger was coming, he had already felt himself being hit. The powerful force made his body tremble involuntarily.

His eyes widened with an expression of disbelief on his face. He had never thought that someone could launch an attack so quickly and with such great power. He realized that this was the true speed of thunder, beyond the limit of his imagination.

His body began to fall backwards involuntarily. At this time, the old man's eyes were already filled with tears. Seeing Feng Xiaodao coming in front of him, he asked tremblingly:

"Xiaodao, will you be my pride?"

Feng Xiaodao looked at the old man who was so expectant, thought about what happened in the past month, and thought about the old man's future, and answered solemnly:

"Old man, I can't promise to be your pride, but I will never let you down!"

"That's fine! I'm really happy today. I saw a sword that can cut through the sky and the earth."