At this moment, the two Tanjiros did not use any breathing techniques, but stared at Muzan, with the weak magic power in their bodies constantly surging. The sword wrapped in the scarlet holy cloth that was originally behind Tanjiro had appeared in his hand at some point. "Now is the moment to decide the outcome!" The scarlet holy shroud quickly spread out, and the breath of the sun emerged from it. That was not an ordinary weapon, nor was it a sword forged by Shirou Emiya. Instead, the hilt of the sword in the hand of Gawain, the Sun Knight, one of the Knights of the Round Table, contains the Solar Sword that resembles the sun. Tanjiro's body in the form of a servant instantly became illusory, and his magic power was completely absorbed by the sword in an instant. The flame-shaped mark on Tanjiro's forehead spread to half of his face in just an instant. When a magician does not have enough magic power but wants to use it forcibly, what he consumes is his own vitality. But Tanjiro has long understood what consequences using this treasure will bring to him.

But he only has this one chance, and he will never let it go. "This sword is the embodiment of the sun" "It is the sun flame that burns away all impurities" "Excalibur Gallatin!!!" Chapter 891: The So-called Swordsman The scarlet full moon still hung high in the night sky, and boundless darkness and blood shrouded the town. Perhaps it was less than an hour before dawn came, but for those on the battlefield, this period of time was a gap that was difficult to cross. In this war, the Twelve Demon Moons under Muzan were the first to die on the battlefield. Although they all grew up quickly with the help of Muzan's blood, they are not someone that ordinary people can deal with. Tanjiro and his men killed all of the Twelve Kizuki in the first place. As for why Muzan did not appear on the battlefield with the Twelve Kizuki, after all, there was someone he was afraid of in the town - Minamoto no Raikou. The purpose of the Twelve Kizuki is for Muzan to disperse the members of the Demon Slayer Corps and lure Minamoto no Raikou away to fight against Tsugumi Yoriichi. After that, Ibaraki Douji found Miyamoto Musashi, and Tanjiro in the form of a servant met Muzan Kibutsuji, and the two sides started fighting. Ibaraki Douji was the first to be killed by Miyamoto Musashi during the battle between the two sides. When Miyamoto Musashi was wearing the [Azure] Ring, the fire she possessed could not harm him at all. He can only rely on his own terrifying physical fitness as a servant and a demon to deal with the opponent. She didn't know whether the other party's ring could withstand the fire of her own treasure. But even if the ring cannot withstand the flames released by his own treasure, it can still resist most of the damage. This is also the reason why Ibaraki Douji chose to use the second Noble Phantasm instead of the first Noble Phantasm at the last moment. During the fight between Tanjiro and Muzan Kibutsuji, when Ibaraki Douji was killed by Miyamoto Musashi, Minamoto no Raikou met Alter Tsugikoku Yoshiichi and an extremely fierce collision began.

It was also during the time when Tanjiro and Kanao were fighting against Muzan Kibutsuji that Minamoto no Raikou released his treasure, allowing Miyamoto Musashi, who was fighting evil spirits on the street, to see the terrifying thunder and rush over there. Muzan, who was an evil spirit, also died at the hands of Tanjiro and his men at this moment. The Holy Grail in his body began to transform, resurrecting him as a heroic spirit. Before Muzan could be resurrected for long, in a razed forest somewhere far away, Shirou Emiya killed Shuten Douji and the Demon Pillar Antoshi and rushed towards the town as fast as he could. It is most appropriate to describe it as racing against time. The sooner he can return to the town, the sooner the battle will end and the more people he can save. "Bam—!" On the street where Minamoto no Raikou and Tsugukuni Yoshiichi were fighting, a bolt of lightning as thick as a pen exploded on the ground, causing a deafening explosion and bringing with it a terrifying impact storm that swept across and spread to all directions. The overwhelming waves of fire and the thunder that was powerful enough to shatter the ground mixed together, like a surging wave, sweeping in all directions. The entire street was affected and quickly annihilated under the terrible impact and waves of fire. The surrounding houses and solid ground were all shattered into pieces by this impact and submerged by the thunder. I don’t know how long this scene lasted. It was not until a long time later that the terrifying wind and waves and the intense flames gradually weakened and faded into the air. "call--!" Dust mixed with the sound of gravel falling from the air and hitting the ground filled the vast streets. "laugh--!" White smoke rose from the charred ground. "Pah! Pah! Pah!" The floor was still cracking, with cracks spreading everywhere. Stones, rubble, potholes and landslides are everywhere here, presenting an abandoned and desolate scene. During the battle between the two, this place has turned into ruins. "Zheng——!" In the red arc of light, a man named Yoshiichi Tsugakuni slowly put the bloody blade in his hand back into his body in a gesture of shelving a knife. The flame on the blade slowly went out. This is the flame produced by the magic power driven by the Breathing of the Sun. If you want to say, it is similar to the flame produced by Shirou Emiya when he faced Esdeath's Namokopatmo. The left half of his body seemed to have melted due to the high temperature, turning into a pool of blood, and he looked extremely miserable. But his expression was as calm as ever, and he slowly turned around. "Ha ha--!" Behind him, Minamoto no Raimitsu, whose clothes had become tattered, was kneeling on one knee on the ground. His body was covered with countless scars of varying sizes, and blood was flowing out of his mouth. He was gasping for breath, and blood was leaking out of his mouth involuntarily. "Zheng——!" Faint light particles began to emanate from the outline of Minamoto no Raikou's body, a sign that the Servant was about to dissipate.

“I lost—!” Minamoto no Raikou's expression was full of ferocity. She wanted to stand up again and attack the opponent, but no matter how she struggled, she could only watch her body begin to dissipate. "Since we haven't driven out all the evil spirits, we can only place our hopes on them—" After leaving these words, Minamoto no Raikou's figure slowly turned into mist and disappeared on the spot. "Minamoto no Yorimitsu-sama!" At this moment, Miyamoto Musashi, holding a pair of swords, one long and one short, his body soaked in blood, rushed here and looked at everything in front of him with shock. "You, are also a swordsman—" A sword made of blood appeared in Tsugikuni Yoshiichi's hand again. His eyes were fixed on Miyamoto Musashi who appeared here, and his tone was full of affirmation. "Are you Enichi Tsukuni?" Miyamoto Musashi quickly regained his composure, tightly gripped the two swords in his hands, and focused his whole heart on Tsugikuni Yoriichi, not daring to be lazy in the slightest. It's not just because of the name Tsugikuni Yoriichi, but also because of the aura that is as heavy as a mountain. I saw that the melted half of the body was constantly wriggling and gradually condensing into shape. The terrifying recovery ability of Yuichiro Tsugikoku, who is also a ghost king, was fully demonstrated at this moment. The wind blew continuously from the other side far away, brushing across the faces of the two men and cutting across their swords. The two men's auras, as sharp as swords, confronted each other on this land that had turned into ruins. Of course, the one at a disadvantage is Miyamoto Musashi. With her current level, she is qualified to be called a sword saint by the world. But the person in front of him is already at the top even among the sword saints. Miyamoto Musashi has learned countless times from Emiya Shirou's sword skills, which have already reached the divine level. "call--!" A steady breath came out from the corner of Miyamoto Musashi's mouth, the suppressed momentum rose again, and his hands clenched involuntarily. Is she scared? Scared. After all, the opponent is not someone I can defeat now. It is even possible that in a moment, I will die young, ending my life without experiencing anything. But if you don’t even have the courage to face it, then how can you become a true swordsman? Chapter 892 This is the Sword of Buddha "call--!" The noisy wind blew from afar again, sweeping across the ruins, as if something heavy was pressing down on the area, and the flames burning around were extinguished instantly. Miyamoto Musashi and Tsugumi Yoriichi looked at each other from a distance.

This distance is about twenty meters. The other party is Yoriichi Tsugikoku, the Demon King, who has arrived here as a servant. Whether in terms of sword skills, physical fitness, or even talent, Tsugaru Yoshiichi is stronger than Miyamoto Musashi. If we have to say the only thing that makes Tsugumi Yoshiichirō weaker than Miyamoto Musashi at this moment, it is that the injuries on his body that are still recovering after the fight with Minamoto no Raikou will greatly affect his performance. But it is almost certain that if the war turns into a protracted one, Miyamoto Musashi will definitely be the loser. Even if he wanted to win the battle quickly, the possibility of Miyamoto Musashi defeating Tsugikuni Yoriichi could only be described as pitifully low. But it's not impossible, is it? Miyamoto Musashi's body was trembling, but a smile appeared involuntarily at the corner of his mouth. Countless beads of sweat slid down his forehead. An unprecedented tension enveloped her, and an indescribable weight pressed on her body. Even though the opponent had not made any move yet, Miyamoto Musashi felt as if his feet were filled with lead and he could not move. This is a feeling that he will never experience no matter how many times he practices with Shirou Emiya. At this moment, it is a true life-and-death moment. Even the intersecting breaths within a microsecond could be the key to the success or failure of the battle. 【One knife】 [I only have one chance to strike! ] Miyamoto Musashi had never looked so serious. Because she knew that she had to devote her whole heart to the sword and not be distracted in the slightest. Only in this way could she have that tiny chance of winning. This is the way of the sword, and even more so the way of emptiness. “Have you adjusted it?” Tsugikoku Yoshiichi spoke lightly, as if he could fully see that Miyamoto Musashi was constantly adjusting his state at this moment. "certainly--!!" The response to Tsugakuni Yoshiichi was Miyamoto Musashi's unyielding and extremely affirmative words. "Bam—!" The earth was crushed in an instant, and an extremely terrifying flame exploded from the bloody sword of Tsugakuni Yoshiichi. The surrounding air seemed to be pressed down by a thousand pounds, and not even the slightest breeze could be raised. "choke--!" Under the shining of the scarlet moon, the sound of a blade that broke through the clouds and cut through space spread across the ruins. "!" Miyamoto Musashi's pupils suddenly shrank.

The world seemed to be deprived of its warmth, and the light of the world seemed to be shattered, leaving only darkness before my eyes. "Breathing of the Sun - Fourteen Types of Sun Destruction" A faint voice came out from Tsugukuni Yoriichi's mouth. The style is just as its name suggests - Sun Destruction. Even the sun must be extinguished by this slash. However, Miyamoto Musashi seems to have never heard the name of this move. The blade light seemed to have traveled through time and space, cutting through the sky and earth as it attacked her.