Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

The power and coverage of this move are even more terrifying than the Breath of the Sun.

This is a strike that no human could possibly make.

Has the Blood Demon Art been incorporated into swordsmanship?

Yuko looked at the blade in Kokushibo's hand, which had somehow transformed into a strange demon blade, with several thin blades extending horizontally along its body, resembling tree branches.

Although Kokushibo showed no anger at this moment, his expression was extremely cold.

His appearance actually made Yu Zi laugh out loud, tilting her head and slightly raising the corners of her mouth.

"Angry?"

“I know, Iwakatsu…”

"From childhood to adulthood, you've always been jealous of Yuan..."

"Shut up!" A hint of anger flashed across Kokushibo's sullen face, and the blade in his hand rose uncontrollably.

"Breath of the Moon - Seventh Form - Mirror of Calamity - Moon Reflection!"

Several massive purple shockwaves shot out along the ground, interspersed with smaller shockwaves, almost completely covering the attack range.

"Snow Breathing - Land Form - Snowflakes Falling for Thousands of Miles".

A wave of snow-white sword energy ripped through a shockwave, and Yuko tilted her body at a subtle angle to avoid the other sharp edges.

Invincible.

This was Yuko's first impression after facing the Breath of the Moon.

Although she constantly mocked Yan Sheng, it is undeniable that...

The Moon Breathing sword form created by Iwakatsu after becoming a demon is probably a combination of Blood Demon Art and is no longer a sword form that humans can learn.

Judging by its sheer power, it even far surpasses Yoriichi's Sun Breathing.

Of course, this does not mean that he has surpassed Yoriichi; it simply means that with the enhancement of Blood Demon Art, he can unleash moves that humans cannot.

Iwakatsu narrowed his eyes slightly. Had Ikuko already mastered the technique of penetrating?

Given that both sides have a clear understanding of the world, the competition essentially boils down to the hard factors.

That is, speed and power.

Putting aside the inherent differences between men and women, just considering the enhancement of his physical attributes after becoming a demon, whether in terms of strength or speed, he far surpasses that of humans.

"Yuko, I'll ask you one last time." Kokushibo looked up. "Do you... want to become a demon?"

His response was a flash of white, moving with incredible speed.

Yuko's figure blurred, and the snow-white blade drew a thin line of snow in mid-air.

"Snow Breathing - Seventh Form - Snow - A Line of Sky".

This move is a sword technique that combines Snow Breathing and Thunder Breathing, and it is the fastest advancing technique among the Snow Breathing sword techniques.

However, this also makes the application of breathing techniques more demanding and places higher requirements on the lungs.

The proper use of breathing techniques is beneficial to the human body and is a skill that can regulate the body.

However, the full concentration breathing used in battle, and the subsequent constant breathing, while effectively improving the swordsmen's physical abilities, also put a real strain on their bodies.

Yuko's forehead was covered in cold sweat. She endured the pain in her lungs and gripped the knife even tighter.

So fast!

Faster than the Breath of Thunder!

Kokushibo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt a slight stinging sensation on his neck, as if a needle were being pressed against it.

That's the trick!

That was the move that allowed Yuko to sever his arm in an instant.

The snow line converged into a dot in Kokushibo's eyes, and surprisingly, it made him want to avoid it.

Yuko's swordplay did surprise Kokushibo for a moment, but the gap between them remained.

Kokushibo assumed a fighting stance, raised his sword to parry, his muscles tense, and forcefully stopped the attack.

stare!

A crisp sound.

The two blades clashed.

The long sword in Kokushibo's hand seemed to shatter, cracking open with several lines.

Kokushibo was not surprised. The Hollow Cry God was formed from his flesh and blood, while the Nichirin Blade was a blade specifically designed to slay demons. It was normal that it couldn't withstand a swordsman of considerable strength.

Yuko had a fine layer of cold sweat on her forehead, and her lips were starting to turn pale.

Under Kokushibo's clear vision, Ikuko was already at her last gasp.

The shattered patterns on the Hollow Cry God's body quickly recovered as flesh and blood surged, and Kokushibo drew his Nichirin Blade and unleashed a slash.

Yuko ducked and moved behind Kokushibo.

sucker Punch.

Kokushibo hadn't used his full strength. He turned around slowly and saw that Yuko was exhaling a crimson aura, and the blade was also covered with crimson flames.

Breath of the Sun?

Are they planning a desperate last stand?

Kokushibo knew very well that Ikuko could not perfectly utilize the Breath of the Sun.

As for understanding the Breath of the Sun, if he claims to be second, then Muzan would dare to claim to be first.

This gesture of raising his hand is Lu Zhi's...

Ok?

Just as Kokushibo was about to raise his sword to deflect the attack, his pupils suddenly contracted.

It's not Sun Breathing!

Yuko's crimson breath was mixed with snow-white.

On the snow-white blade, red and white flames burned fiercely.

"Snow Breathing - Ninth Form - Blazing Snow!"

Yuko gritted her teeth, forcing herself to concentrate, to hold on a little longer... my body.

The Nichirin Blade in his hand drew a dazzling arc of red and white flames in mid-air.

not good!

The way he raised his hand in this move was almost identical to the sixth form of Sun Breathing. Kokushibo's understanding of Sun Breathing led him to make a preconceived notion and misjudge Yuuko's attack.

By the time Kokushibo reacted, the scorching blade was already close to his neck.

There's no way to avoid this angle!

In haste, Kokushibo could only raise his sword to his side, his hands forming a cross to firmly hold the long sword.

Ding!

Bear!!!

The raging flames severed Kokushibo's longsword, and the veins on his hands bulged as he clenched his arm muscles in an attempt to slow the blade's speed.

nothing!

Yu Zi was already at her limit; her strength couldn't last. As long as he focused on maintaining the regeneration of flesh and blood in his arms, she would be the first to give out!

But just as he was trying to mobilize his energy to accelerate the regeneration of his arm, he noticed that the regeneration of his arm was slowed down again... no, it can't be said to be slowed down, it can almost be said to be blocked.

Suddenly, Kokushibo realized something and looked in astonishment at the red-hot blade in Yuko's hand.

He knife!

With this kind of physical condition?!

The awakening of a transparent world can be described as a gift, and the markings can be described as achieving something beyond the limits of life and death.

So, if you don't have enough grip strength, you simply can't control the katana.

Even he only mastered the Crimson Blade after awakening his markings.

Although he abandoned this technique long after he became a demon, it is undeniable that...

The Crimson Blade is definitely not a skill that can be mastered through talent alone!

This is a necessity due to physical limitations!

What Kokushibo couldn't understand was that the strong will of humanity possessed the ability to turn the impossible into the possible.

Even a dying body can unleash power beyond its limits in an instant.

Kokushibo's arms were gradually sliced ​​off, and a burning pain shot through his neck.

Kokushibo's eyes were filled with anger and panic as he looked at Yuuko.

why!

Why is it that whether it's Yoriichi or Ikuko...

He abandoned his wife and children, even relinquishing his human identity, so why is he still...?

Yuko could no longer answer the question in Yansheng's eyes. Every cell in her body was tense, and her spirit was as if it were about to collapse under the weight of a thousand pounds. Any slight deviation of her thoughts would cause it to crumble.

This thin and weak figure seemed to overlap with another figure in a daze.

……

Do not!

He can't die yet!

He hasn't surpassed Yoriichi yet!

Kokushibo could only watch helplessly as his neck was sliced ​​off bit by bit, the anxiety of waiting for defeat making him feel like he was dying.

Just as Kokushibo's neck had been cut off by two-thirds and he was about to be beheaded.

Suddenly, Yuko's expression changed as her tense, thread-like spirit changed, and the strained breathing caused the thread that held her mental strength to snap.

"Ugh~" Yu Zi suddenly lost all strength and knelt on the ground, vomiting mouthfuls of blood, as if her internal organs were about to be expelled as well.