Tanjiro adjusted his breathing and kept hinting to himself.
This ghost did not give him an invincible sense of oppression. No, it should be said that there was no ghost in this world that could give him a stronger sense of oppression than the teacher.
This is his advantage, allowing him to remain calm at all times to deal with the enemy.
"It's just that those threads, which are tougher and denser than steel, are too troublesome. Let's find a way to cut them off first..."
After thinking about this, Tanjiro stepped forward holding the broken half of the Nichirin Sword.
Although the Nichirin sword has been broken, with only about ten centimeters of blade left, it can still cut things as long as the distance is controlled.
Tanjiro knew that he couldn't lose, because if he lost, he wouldn't be able to protect Nezuko.
So you can't stop.
The breath of water, the ten shapes, flows from generation to generation.
This is his strongest sword skill. As long as you keep stacking it and don't stop, it will get stronger and stronger! It will always be strong enough to cut these annoying threads.
The sound of flowing water seemed to resound in the air, like a giant dragon tumbling in the water, making this space flow.
The broken blade swung in Tanjiro's hand with increasing force.
"Boom——"
The violent slash struck the incoming silk thread like a giant dragon waving its tail, and a crisp sound like a broken string sounded.
Cut off! Tanjiro breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as you can cut off these threads, there is nothing to be afraid of!
He was confident that as long as he rushed in front of this ghost with all his strength, this ghost would definitely not be his opponent.
"!?"
Lei Jing frowned and looked at the human boy in surprise who had not given up yet.
Even though the knife was broken, he still didn't give up. He even used the broken knife to cut off his thread and kept getting closer, which made him even more annoyed.
"Just go and die, can't you?"
Tanjiro roared and stepped closer.
"I want to protect my sister, how can I die here!?"
"younger sister?"
Tired and confused, "Are you the ghost behind you?"
He saw the wooden box that Tanjiro had thrown on the ground not far away, and a ghost poked its head out of the wooden box in confusion.
"How can humans and ghosts be brothers and sisters? It's ridiculous. You have no right to question the bond between me and my 'family'."
"It's really pitiful..."
A trace of pity flashed across Tanjiro's face.
He asked in confusion as he really smelled something from this ghost.
"We are different from you! It turns out that you... really don't understand anything!"
"what are you talking about?"
His tired face became extremely gloomy.
"Mere human beings can only talk big words!"
As he spoke, his tired hands crossed together, scarlet blood began to ooze out from his fingertips, and the blood began to spread crazily along the threads.
Vampire magic·Kesilao.
The dense threads were instantly dyed blood red, and the scarlet spider web completely enveloped Tanjiro's entire body, making him unable to escape.
Tanjiro's expression suddenly changed.
The taste of these threads is completely different from the previous ones, stronger and more dangerous!
His sword skills have not yet reached their peak, and it is impossible to cut these threads with his current strength.
"What to do? What to do? What to do?"
Facing the scarlet spider web that enveloped him, Tanjiro kept thinking.
But no matter how much he thought, there seemed to be no solution.
He couldn't cut through these threads, and he couldn't resist. His intuition told him that these threads, which were even more terrifying than before, would definitely be torn into pieces if he touched them with his physical body.
The gap between humans and ghosts was too obvious. Even when the opponent showed mercy, he could only keep dodging. Finally, he found an opportunity to get close, but now the opponent had murderous intentions.
"Is this the end of it..."
Watching the criss-crossing threads in front of him getting closer and closer, Tanjiro felt a little annoyed.
In a daze, he remembered what Miss Zhushi had given him.
It is said... that it is a potion that can make people stronger! It is in his arms at the moment.
"Want to use it?"
If you use it, you will escape death; if you don't use it, you will die immediately. You don't have to think about what to do!
Before he could think carefully, Tanjiro had already taken out the potion.
"What's this?"
Lei saw Tanjiro's movements, "It doesn't matter..."
Although he didn't know what the young man in front of him was taking out, he would not give the other party any chance.
He pulled the thread hard with both hands, and quickly gathered it towards the thread surrounding Tanjiro.
The sharp threads like a net tore through the air. In just one second, Tanjiro would be cut into pieces. No matter what he took out, it would be meaningless.
"It's over..."
Tanjiro, who was almost completely enveloped, had a look of despair on his face.
He didn't know the specific effect of this potion, but no matter how powerful it was, it couldn't take effect immediately.
Unless this potion can immediately give him a steel-like body or the same recovery ability as a ghost, there will only be a way to death even if he uses it.
This is the battle between humans and ghosts, which is always unfair and cruel.
Tanjiro realized that he seemed to be losing and would die, but he clearly had a reason why he couldn't lose.
Countless pictures flashed before his eyes, and time seemed to have stood still.
As for the reason why people see revolving lanterns before death, one theory is that the dying person is looking for a way to escape 'death' in his own experience and memory.
Tanjiro's brain was thinking rapidly at the moment, desperately looking for a way to break the situation.
Finally, in the deepest part of his memory, he recalled a thin figure.
"dad?"
"why?"
Tanjiro was a little confused.
He didn't understand why he recalled his frail father at this moment.
But his body moved on its own.
"Tanjiro, adjust your breathing... adjust your breathing... think about it..."
"Become...the god of fire..."
Tanjiro finally recalled the dance he had learned since he was a child.
This is kagura passed down from generation to generation in their family.
The Kamado clan has been engaged in fire-related work since a long time ago. It is said that in order to avoid injuries and disasters, they dance Kagura dance at the beginning of every new year and pray to the "God of Fire" to bless the safety of their families.
Tanjiro has been learning this dance for as long as he can remember.
He always thought that this was a very magical dance, because his father was so weak but he was able to dance like this in the snow until dawn.
He still remembered that his father told him that the secret lies in the breathing method. This is a breathing method that will not tire you no matter how strenuous exercise you do!
"Tanjiro, promise dad... you must pass on the Kagura dance and this earring from generation to generation..."
Recalling his father's instructions in his ears, Tanjiro suddenly understood.
"I see……"
It turns out that he has always been good at breathing techniques. Although he doesn’t know why, the Kagura dance passed down by his family from generation to generation is a type of breathing technique!
The air became restless, and the sword skills like a swimming dragon suddenly changed.
Tanjiro breathed hot breath from the air, and he felt like his lungs were about to explode.
The whole figure seemed to be burning, and the fire-dragon-like slash tore apart the scarlet cobwebs in front of him.
These extremely tough spider silks seemed to be burned by fire and annihilated in an instant.
Kagura, the God of Fire, Round Dance!
Tanjiro's figure rushed out of the encirclement like fire.
"..."
Tired of looking at the scene in front of him expressionlessly.
He really didn't expect that this young man could cut off the spider silk that he had strengthened with the vampire technique.
The aura on the young man's body was completely different from before, as hot as a burning fire, and for some reason it actually made him feel a little flustered.
"But that's where it ends."
A cold and ruthless voice reached Tanjiro's ears.
The next moment, Tanjiro's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hand holding the knife stopped forcibly against the backlash of strength.
The broken Sun Lun Knife rested on the delicate white neck.
"so close……"
Tanjiro finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then yelled, "You bastard! Cough...cough..."
"snort."
Lei looked indifferently at the boy who suddenly fell to his knees and coughed rapidly.
"What? No more cutting?"
"Well--"
Nezuko, who was bound by the spider silk, struggled desperately, and the sharp silk threads drew fine blood marks on her body.
"Ahem...you guy!!!"
Tanjiro roared angrily. He didn't expect this guy to be so mean and actually pulled Nezuko over to block the knife at the critical moment.
"you lose."
A ruthless voice came from above.
Tired expressionlessly looked down at the boy who was kneeling on the ground and having difficulty breathing.
At this moment, Tanjiro had difficulty breathing because he was forced to switch between two breathing methods.
"It's called breathing technique, right?"
Lei asked calmly, "You humans rely on this kind of thing to fight us, but now it looks like you have no choice, right?"
He waved his hand gently, and the spider silk wrapped around the broken Nichirin sword in Tanjiro's hand as if it was alive.
At this moment, Tanjiro is really defenseless, and his breathing method has been completely confused, and he will not be able to use it for a short time.
"You are brother and sister, right?"
Looking at Nezuko who was bound by the spider silk, and then looking at the angry expression on Tanjiro's face, he asked with a sneer.
"I have changed my mind now. You seem to treasure your sister very much... Then let's torture you two to death together. Oh no, your sister is a ghost. You seem to be unable to be with her.
It's such a pity to die."
"What did you say!?"
Tanjiro struggled to get up slowly.
"Ah--"
Lei looked at the struggling young man in front of him with disdain, "What can you do now? Without a knife and breathing skills, what is the difference between you and an ant?"
He raised his hands, and the spider silk formed a web between his hands, with a smile of victory on his face.
He won. How could humans understand the bond between him and his 'family'? Such a stupid human being would be fine if he died! Even that adult recognized his bond with his 'family'. What qualifications do humans have?
question?
"go to hell."
Vampire Technique·Killing Eye Cage.
The hemispherical spider web enveloped Tanjiro's entire body, and as long as it was closed, it could tear him into pieces.
But even when faced with a fatal threat, Tanjiro showed no fear on his face.
Because he is now in a rage.
"Only you...are absolutely unforgivable!"
tread--
The ground seemed to shake slightly.
Tanjiro's feet were firmly planted on the ground.
At this moment, he was extremely grateful that he had undergone hellish training.
His physical fitness far beyond that of ordinary people and his ability to endure pain allow him to continue to move even in his current state.
Although he couldn't use the breathing method because his breath was too chaotic, now he could just rely on his anger to blow away the bastard in front of him!
Tanjiro raised his clenched fists and faced the spider threads covering him and the evil ghost in front of him, with anger burning in his eyes.
"Are you eager to find death?"
He looked at the human in front of him in confusion.
What did he see? This ridiculous human being actually clenched his fist in front of a ghost? What use could a fist do to a ghost!?
It looked like he didn't have to wait for him to close the cobwebs before the idiot would hit him and be cut into pieces.
Tanjiro's clenched fists frantically struck at the tough threads that enveloped him.
Now he has no other choice.
But he remembered the teacher's last instruction.
Every inch of a weapon is short and every inch is dangerous.
The fist is the most dangerous weapon.
If you're afraid of death, don't punch.
The punch that the teacher taught him is called "Wu Er Strike".
At this moment, Tanjiro finally understood the meaning of this punch.
Are you afraid of death?
Facing the target in front of him, Tanjiro punched without any hesitation.
From the moment he stepped onto the battlefield to fight ghosts, he had already put life and death aside, and the only one he couldn't let go of was Nezuko.
Now this punch was the punch he put all his strength into.
He knew that he could not be as good as his teacher.
This punch can't kill the ghost, and it may not even be able to inflict serious damage, but even if it breaks into pieces, it still has to break through the cage and create a chance for Nezuko to escape!
"Foolishness."
Looking at Tanjiro punching at the spider web he had laid and trying to rush out, he taunted mercilessly.
But the next moment his expression changed.
"Get your filthy thing off Nezuko!"
Two identical words echoed in Tired's mind.
One is full of anger, while the other is the indifference of the soul.
Tanjiro looked at his fist in a daze.
Because before touching the spider web, those threads were strangely annihilated.
Although he was a little confused, his fists did not stop.
This is an opportunity, take advantage of this opportunity to blast away the evil spirit in front of you!
Before Lei Lei could realize what was happening, he only saw this young man inexplicably breaking through his 'cage', and a fist covered with calluses was enlarging in his eyes.
"boom--"
The head exploded in an instant, and the whole body flew backwards.
"Nezuko! Hurry..."
There was no time to care about what happened to the ghost that was knocked away. Tanjiro knew that he couldn't kill the ghost without the Nichirin Sword.
He could only turn around and shout at Nezuko immediately, hoping that she could leave now.
But when he turned around, he saw his sister lying quietly in the arms of an old man. She looked so peaceful that she must have fallen into a deep sleep.
The old man gently stroked Nezuko's head, his transparent eyes full of tenderness.