Without surprise, the Ridge Knife hit Akaza in the neck.

But an unexpected scene happened.

It seemed as if I had hit the steel, no, it was harder than steel. The ordinary steel Apricot Kazuno could even cut it off directly, but now, the Hiroshi Knife suddenly stopped, and it was not enough to move forward after just entering Akaza's neck, and was completely suppressed by the tight muscles.

"Bastard, is it too hard?"

Gripping his teeth, Akasara wanted to continue to use force to cut Akaza's head off.

But this short moment also gave Akaza the rest of his strength to fight back.

No, it should not be a counterattack, but a retreat.

Destruction and killing·The final style·The blue silver chaotic light!

Hundreds of missiles exploded towards the surroundings with Akaza as the center, with extremely fast speed and great power.

Subconsciously, Akatsura mobilized all senses to avoid them.

Puchi-!

Pad —!

Two different sounds, the sound of body tearing and the sound of steel breaking sounded at the same time.

Akarasu and Relf were forced to take a few steps back by Akaza's counterattack.

When the two were attracted by attention, Akaza, with the determination of a hero to cut off his arm, tear his arm apart, got rid of Relf's attack, and then broke the Hiroki Knife, leaving the blade still in his neck. Even so, he couldn't take long, and he retreated back and opened the distance.

He didn't look good at this moment. His right hand broke from his shoulders and a blade was pierced straight into his neck. If it weren't for the fact that his whole body had been burned by flames in the battle just now, the blood would turn into nothingness in the moment it splashed out, and Akatsura might have been splashed by Hora's blood, which would not be a good result.

"Damn it, it can't be cut down like this."

Seeing that there was only one-quarter of the Hiroshi Knife left in his hand, Akatsura felt a little regretful.

However, his regret did not last long.

A brand new Sun Wheel Knife appeared in front of him.

"Um?"

When I looked up, I saw a pair of pupils that looked like rubies.

"We don't have much time left, we have to solve him within one minute. Can we do it? Akatsura."

"certainly!"

Akarika smiled slightly and reached out to hold Relf's Hibiscus.

The breath of flames started again.

"You can't be splashed on your body by his blood. You must always maintain the maximum output, use this."

A green magic fire burned on the tooth wolf sword. Looking at the green flame, Akatsura immediately understood what Relf meant.

The Sun Wheel Knife stretched out, and the flames flowed along the blade on the Sun Wheel Knife.

Every sword and every sword are now covered by the flames that destroy the demon.

"Use the breath of flame to control it."

"clear!"

The two of them adjusted their breathing at the same time, and the mystery of the maximum output will be used soon.

Puchi-!

Akaza pulled out the blade from his neck with force, staring at the two people in front of him with blue eyes.

Under his perception, the fighting spirit of the two seemed to resonate with each other.

He knew that if this blow could not be taken, he would die.

Thinking of this, Akazu half-squatted down and his right hand, which had just recovered, poked forward.

The huge technique appeared again, but this time, it was not the blue before, but the crimson red like blood.

He placed all his power on this blow.

Flame Breath·Nine Type-Purgatory!

The golden knight and the red ghost hunter used the same trick.

Two meteors, like fast lightning, intertwined together, and two blue lights merged into a larger fire dragon.

No one can describe what that blow was, even if it was compared with the epic battle in mythology.

Destruction and killing!

Faced with this blow, Akaza's energy and spirit reached its peak.

There was no other move, just a punch.

This punch condenses all his strength, and this punch will succeed if it fails.

However, just as he attacked, he suddenly discovered something that scared him - the distant horizon, the red rising sun was slowly rising.

The breath was disordered at this moment.

This is definitely a taboo on such a battlefield.

But by the time he realized it was too late.

The Fire Dragon proved that he had defeated his fist strength, and two swords wrapped around the blue flame came to him and stroked his neck.

Whoosh-!

The line of sight fell with gravity.

A familiar but somewhat unfamiliar back appeared in Akaza's sight.

That was his body.

"Am I dead..."

This thought flashed through Akaza's mind.

There is no doubt that this is the truth.

The head was cut off by the Ridge Sword and the Yalang Sword at the same time. It was impossible for him to survive either as Hora or as a ghost.

"Damn it, if I can be stronger, if I can become stronger, I can survive, I can... wait, why should I become stronger?"

It seems that even the chaotic thoughts begin to become clear because of death.

Akaza suddenly realized that he had been chasing for power, but he didn't know what this power was for.

What's going on?

It was also true when fighting with that monster, and it seemed that someone had called my name.

Who is it?

yes····

The memories buried deep in the soul seem to have awakened.

The girl who was sick and weak but still as gentle as snowflakes, the snow-shaped hairpin, the pink kimono, and the fireworks she had seen together.

There is also the old man who beat him to death, who knew he was a sinner but still asked him to take care of her daughter.

"I have already cleaned up you, as a sinner, no problem!"

He finally understood that he had been getting stronger and destroying all the time, but what he really wanted to destroy was the self who failed to keep his promise to his father and lover, and used blood to defile the most important Suliu boxing technique used by the master to protect rather than kill.

“····Love Snow·····"

In the hollow darkness, Akaza whispered this name.

There wouldn't be any response.

but--

"Welcome back, husband."

A familiar figure appeared in front of him, and his hands gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

———————

The golden armor was lifted, and Relf looked at Akaza, who slowly turned into ashes in the sunlight, and breathed a sigh of relief.

This battle is finally over.

Turning his head and looking over, Akatsura also showed the same expression.

A confident smile returned to his face again.

The news of the defeat of the Wind String Third spread throughout the entire Demon Slayer Team a few days later.

With an unprecedented victory, and no teammates died, all the Demon Killing players fell into joy.

But in this atmosphere, Relf came to the pier to the sea alone.

He did not alarm anyone. Although this matter was not related to him, the familiar history was still flashing in his mind.

Taking a deep breath, he walked onto the ferry across the sea.

In his hands was the ticket to the great power on the other side of the sea.

ps: The Demon Slayer Blade is temporarily over, a new journey is about to begin, and my relationship with Akaza is very complicated. I believe that anyone who has read the original work is similar. Teacher Crocodile's emotional description is really well-established.

The next volume is a pitch-black bullet. Why hasn't this one signed yet? The first two books went smoothly. Could it be that I missed the classification before?
Chapter completed!