Invincible in the world, starting with the ghost curse

After decisively retreating a long distance, the burning sensation on his body finally disappeared. Part of his skin was already emitting a burnt smell. Looking at Rengoku Kyojuro, Tsugumi Yoriichi felt extremely relieved.

With so many outstanding people around, if Muzan doesn’t die, he will really have to open the coffin!

With a chilling smile, Rengoku Kyojuro turned into specks of white light and returned to the Throne of Heroes, carrying his memories with him.

Servants' memories cannot normally be brought back to the Throne of Heroes, but Swordsmen are special. While they may not have the same high popularity as other Heroic Spirits, their power is still considerable, precisely because they participate in battle with only their half-bodies.

Most of the power is injected into the Servant's body, and a small portion is left to the Holy Grail after death. The part that returns to the Throne of Heroes can carry the memory.

"We can communicate frequently in the Throne of Heroes."

"OK! But I believe Kamiya and Tanjiro will win, hahahahaha."

At this point, the only swordsmen left in the battle are Tanjiro and Yoriichi Tsugakuni!

boom!

The invisible long sword blocked the red spear, and with a flash of light, the long sword stabbed forward along the spear body. A line of blood spurted out, and Diarmuid, who was wounded, took a few steps back.

"Yeah, not being able to see the length and width of a sword is definitely a bit of a hassle when it comes to defense."

Diarmuid smiled helplessly. He ignored the scar on his chest. The space on his left hand side fluctuated, and he suddenly grasped the yellow spear that appeared. With a vibrating sound, he turned the gun a few times and pointed both guns at Artoria.

His Noble Phantasm—the Yellow Rose of Death (B+)—adds a damage debuff to the opponent. He had previously used this weapon to knock Gilgamesh down from the sky.

Holding her sword high, Altria stared at the opponent with her emerald crystal eyes, becoming more cautious about the battle.

boom!

An instant collision! Two hands, two guns, require higher skills and more treacherous attack paths. It can be said that the difficulty of dealing with it has more than doubled!

The only drawback is that the power is not as strong as before. After all, there is still a big difference between single wielding and dual wielding.

Kenpachi Zaraki gave a thumbs up.

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I suddenly realized that there is still a certain threshold for reading comprehensive anime, and the audience can be said to be a bit small. After this book is finished, I will write an original oriental martial arts novel, with the same exciting fighting scenes and a very low viewing threshold.

Please give me a good review!

The red spear was deflected, and the yellow light followed closely behind, one after another. It was very difficult to block it, let alone counterattack.

A drop of sweat trickled down Altria's forehead, but her expression remained firm and serious.

The two men fought for dozens of moves, and the forest suffered a lot. Pieces of wood chips flew into the sky, and thick trees were pierced. The storm-like shock waves uprooted them. In the distance, a red light illuminated the horizon, and smoke and dust rolled. That was the battlefield on the side of Tsugumi Yoshiichi.

Two swordsmen related to fire, and still hoping not to catch fire?

boom! ! !

Another fierce exchange of blows, Diarmuid retreated two steps, Artoria retreated one step, and suddenly! Both sides, concentrating their minds and energy, discovered the other's flaws.

Step! The ground cracks!

Blood splattered! The yellow spear instantly pierced Artoria's arm, and Diarmuid suffered another deep wound on his chest.

Once the Yellow Rose hits, the opponent's strength will be greatly reduced. I won this battle!

Diarmuid, confident of victory, smiled. He didn't care about his wounds, but took a few steps back and stared at the opponent who was about to be sealed.

Huh? No, why...

The crimson long sword appeared behind Diarmuid in the blink of an eye. The violent wind pressed the clothes on his back tightly. Feeling the crisis of life and death, Diarmuid quickly put his two guns behind his back!