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One punch!
Rengoku Shinjuro was thrown flying with his whole body. He rolled on the ground several times before he regained his balance and stood up.
Subconsciously, he relied on his own fighting skills to swing his sword directly, and the Nichirin Sword cut into the flesh and blood. Akaza was already within reach.
"My answer is still the same. No matter what the reason, I will never become a ghost."
"Oh, what a pity!"
With another swing of the punch, Rengoku Shinjuro flew out again.
"You are already at the end of your rope, Shinjuro."
Akaza said, "You are almost thirty years old. Years of high-intensity fighting must have exhausted your body. Has your physical fitness begun to decline?"
"What a shame. I really wanted to witness your strength in your prime. What a shame!"
Rengoku Shinjuro did not answer the other party because his mouth was full of his own blood.
The opponent seized the only two flaws and successfully hit him. He was hit in the abdomen, in the same place twice, and his internal organs should have started bleeding. Rengoku Shinjuro adjusted his breathing to control the bleeding of his internal organs.
He deeply understood that he was completely at a disadvantage.
"Waist Three", Akaza.
Very strong!
——The ability to restore a severed hand in an instant!
——A force strong enough to split mountains and crush rocks!
——Exquisite martial arts that complement blood and ghost arts!
I am no match for it.
The haori representing the "pillars" was stained with blood. Was it the blood of a demon? No, it was his own blood. Akaza's strong recovery ability made it impossible for him to spill blood.
During the short respite, the opponent did not attack. Was it arrogance? I think so. When I was not injured, the situation with the opponent was just a stalemate. Now that I was injured, it was normal for the opponent to become arrogant.
"I'll say this one last time, Shinjuro, are you really unwilling to become a ghost? Your fighting spirit has already begun to weaken."
A look of pity appeared in Akaza's eyes. The two of them had been fighting for about an hour or two.
It has been a long time since it encountered a strong man who could fight with it for such a long time.
Even among the "Pillars", the man in front of him could be ranked among the top.
It is waiting for the answer from Rengoku Shinjuro. It is always tolerant to the strong. Akaza is such a person. His purity of martial arts has brought him to where he is today.
It was precisely because of this purity that even after it launched a bloody battle with Kokushibo, it was still not killed by the other party.
During this precious period, Rengoku Shinjuro adjusted his breathing.
His lungs felt a bit painful. This was something he had never experienced since completing "Full Concentration Breathing·Changzhong".
He recalled the hardships he had to endure when he was young in order to normalize his full concentration breathing, and at that time, Ruka was by his side.
——We can’t let Ruka down. We must set a good example for Kyojuro and Chijuro!
The tip of the Nichirin Sword gently pointed downwards, and Rengoku Shinjuro said, "My answer is always the same, I will never become a ghost no matter what!"
"I respect your opinion, so I want to..."
"Beat him to death!"
As soon as the last word was uttered, Akaza rushed in front of Rengoku Shinjuro. His right fist was cut off by the Nichirin Sword, but his left fist felt like it hit the flesh.
puff--
A mouthful of blood spit out from Rengoku Shinjuro's mouth, Akaza took advantage of the victory and continued to attack, punching Rengoku Shinjuro like raindrops. Even so, the opponent could still fight back, but Rengoku Shinjuro's counterattack was more like a last struggle.
If the situation continues like this, the other party will be killed by himself.
Became the first Flame Pillar to be killed by himself.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Akaza heard a sound of breaking air, and he subconsciously did a backflip away from Rengoku Shinjuro, and saw that the source of the breaking air sound was - a Nichirin Sword.
It paused for a moment, and in that instant a figure wearing a white haori grasped the Sun Sword.
"Breathing of the Sun, Form of One."
"Round dance!"
Chapter 62: Pillars and Strings Part 3
A sharp knife light flashed, flames spread across the blade, and a brilliant light like fireworks appeared under the summer night.
Akaza did several backflips to distance himself from the enemy. He looked at the uninvited guest with an obvious smile on his face. The other party was very bold.
"How dare you let the Nichirin Sword slip from your hand? And then you grabbed the hilt again in an instant. If I hadn't dodged in time, your sword would have pierced my brain. And then you would have held the hilt and cut me into pieces?"
"You are very strong, hahaha! Interesting, I didn't expect that someone stronger would come! You are even stronger than Shinjuro next to you! Your fighting spirit, your fighting spirit, is only one step away from the highest realm.
Human, my name is Akaza, what about you? What is your name?"
The world in Akaza's eyes is completely different from the world in the eyes of normal people.
Animals are still animals, plants are still plants, and stones are still stones. But in its eyes, people are different.
Dou Qi is a mysterious thing. In Akaza's eyes, everyone exudes Dou Qi to a certain extent, just like a flame covering people's bodies. However, the Dou Qi of ordinary people is very weak, like a flame that is about to go out, shaky.
The fighting spirit of the strong is like a bonfire in winter, soaring into the sky.
Akaza looked at this uninvited guest, and became more and more excited. In his world, the other party's fighting spirit was very high. How high was it? It was as high as several floors.
Rengoku Shinjuro's fighting spirit is only one person's. This person's fighting spirit is far higher than his.
The other party is completely at the critical point of the supreme realm.
"I am the Sun Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, Li Mo. Are you the Upper Three, Akaza?"
Li Mo held the knife and faced the opponent. The one who attacked Rengoku Shinjuro this time was Akaza. He had thought about this possibility. But when Akaza really appeared in front of him, he had endless fantasies in his mind.
Purgatory, Akaza.
Originally it was Rengoku Kyojuro, but now it's Rengoku Shinjuro... Akaza, are you in conflict with the Rengoku family?
There were thousands of emotions in my heart. But I knew rationally that this was a low probability event. Besides, the reality was right in front of me, Akaza was right in front of me.
"Yes, I am Upper Three. Were you thinking about something just now?" Akaza said.
After performing that sword move, the opponent seemed a little careless, as if he was in a trance. If it weren't for the opponent's fighting spirit being too dazzling, Akaza would have immediately killed this careless enemy.
But the other party is strong.
The strong have privileges here in Akaza.
not to mention……
The opponent looks relaxed, but his hands are always holding the hilt of the knife. He looks relaxed, but he can launch a fierce attack at any time and anywhere.
"Yeah, thinking about something. Mr. Purgatory, can you move?"
"It's okay, be careful."
"Yeah, I know. It looks like I'm not late.
Next, Mr. Purgatory, just take a good rest, I will take care of this matter. "
On the way here, Li Mo kept thinking, what if he was too late and saw Shinjuro's body when he arrived?
Fortunately, I was not late.
There is no need to be so troubled.
Rengoku Shinjuro distanced himself, knowing that staying here in his current state would only disturb Li Mo.
Xiao Li, this junior, is better than me.
Just like Beimingyu Xingming, he is no longer the strongest one among the current nine pillars.
Lying on the ground, Rengoku Shinjuro adjusted his breathing and controlled the bleeding in his body.
"Hey, Li Mo, you are not from this country, right?" Akaza did not stop Li Mo's actions. Even though Shinjuro has become a weak man now, in his eyes, the strong man in front of him is more worthy of attention.
——Li Mo, this name doesn’t sound like a Japanese name.
"I'm not Japanese, but it doesn't matter. The only one standing here is the Japanese leader of the Demon Slayer Corps. Akaza, do you want to persuade me to become a demon?" Li Mo said calmly.
The sound of the heartbeat is very fast. The blood circulation speed of the swordsman who has mastered "Full Concentration Breathing and Constant Hitting" is very fast.
Will this shorten my life?
On second thought, the swordsmen probably wouldn't consider this. They are the ones who are risking their future battles.
"Yeah, what's your opinion?"
"My opinion is, of course, reject it! Akaza, I think you've completely forgotten one thing, we are the Demon Slayer Corps."
Akaza said, "What do you mean?"
"Of course it is..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Mo moved, holding the Sun Wheel Sword with both hands and waving it. The blade slid out a perfect curve in the air. In an instant, the Sun Wheel Sword had drawn traces of firework-like flames in the air.
Akaza's reaction was not slow. Its fist, which could recover at a high speed, was its best weapon. The opponent's sudden attack could not hurt it at all.
"To launch a surprise attack without saying a word, is that really what a strong person does?" Akaza questioned.
Li Mo smiled and said, "When dealing with evil heretics like you, what kind of loyalty is needed? Moreover, the essence of the so-called battle is life and death, a zero-sum game. Can you choose not to kill me?"
During the conversation, the two had fought for dozens of rounds. Li Mo's Nichirin Sword was very fast, and Akaza's fists were also very fast!
Even though he was mentally prepared, Akaza's performance was beyond Li Mo's expectations. The opponent's fist was the most powerful weapon in the world, with his body fighting against the sword and halberd, and his super high recovery speed.
"If you can become a ghost, I can consider it."
"Akoza, don't you understand?"
"Understand what?"
Akaza felt the pressure from Li Mo, which was the pressure that Rengoku Shinjuro had not brought to it. The opponent was much stronger than Shinjuro, both in strength and agility.
Although both of them have been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations, the difference is so obvious.