“Drink aa ... "Don't underestimate me!!!!!!!" Fushigawa Xuanya shouted loudly, and Muzan immediately felt an extremely familiar feeling from him. That is the breath of being an evil ghost, that is the breath of being a Hantengou evil ghost, that is my own breath. However, the other party is a human being. No matter from which perspective, the other party is a human being. "Blood Demon Art: The Infernal Karma Tree!!!" The gun in his hand became strange at this moment, and a wooden dragon stained with black blood emerged from it and roared at Muzan who was coming like a train. "Boom————!" The ugly flesh snake and the roaring wooden dragon collided fiercely with each other, and with a deafening roar, it was as if two mountains collided with each other and suddenly exploded. In an instant, a large amount of wood chips and flesh and blood exploded, like rain and meteors, falling in every corner.

In this situation, Kanao, Tanjiro and the other two stomped the ground suddenly and instantly appeared above Muzan. I saw that half of Busikawa Xuanya's body was lifted up by such a violent collision, and then fell heavily to the ground. The part below the waist is beginning to regenerate at an extremely terrifying speed. This is the extremely terrifying regenerative ability he gained from eating Muzan's flesh and blood. But such a horrific injury also made him unable to move for a short period of time. Even if he had eaten countless evil spirits, even if he had eaten some of Muzan's flesh and blood, Fushigi Genmiya was still unable to withstand Muzan's attack. Because no matter how many evil spirits he eats, those evil spirits are ultimately the power that fell off from Muzan, and can never be surpassed. However, he has already achieved what he wanted to do. "laugh----!" With a faint sound of breaking through the air, the swords in Kanao and Tanjiro's hands were like bullets fired from a gun, cutting through the air and slashing at the extremely huge, snake-like body of Lunch. "Flower Breathing Type 5 Fruitless Peony!!!" "Water Breathing Form 8 Takitsubo!!!" "Sun's Breathing II: Blue Sky!!!" At this moment, Muzan's snake-like body continued to grow whips and swung them towards the three people. However, the whips produced by crude production were no match for the original thorny whips. Even blocking it is impossible. “Puff——!” “Puff——!” “Puff——!”

With the sound of tearing cloth, three swords of different colors slashed into Muzan's body fiercely, causing blood foam to explode from it. Its last organ, its last heart, was chopped into pieces. Chapter 884 You are stronger now "Bam—!" In the bright red world, muffled blows rang out for who knows how many times. Miyamoto Musashi and Ibaraki Douji flew backwards at the same time and hit the ground heavily. They turned into gourds that rolled on the ground and kept rolling out. The distance between the two sides began to widen. Bright red blood continued to spill along the way. By the time both sides stopped, they had already opened up a considerable distance between them. "cough…!" Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood foam, causing a blood flower to bloom on the ground in front of him. "Well…!" Ibaraki Douji also let out a cry of pain, his entire body soaked in blood. "At this point, I really believe that you are the top-notch swordsman." With a look of great approval, Ibaraki Douji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the person in front of him, and then changed the subject. "But you can't beat me because you're only a human!" This is not because Ibaraki Douji is arrogant, but a fact that is difficult to refute. Miyamoto Musashi is a human. So when you are attacked, you will be injured, and when you launch an attack, your physical strength will be consumed, and fatigue will continue to accumulate until you fall down. Ibaraki Douji is not only a servant, but also an evil spirit with self-healing abilities. The sword forged by Shirou Emiya is aimed at the evil spirits created by Muzan. It has no effect on the likes of Ibaraki-douji and Shuten-douji. It is just a high-grade treasure. What's more, besides Ibaraki Douji, there are countless evil spirits around who are eyeing Miyamoto Musashi covetously. In the battle between Minamoto no Raikou and Tsugukuni Yoriichi, normal evil spirits had no way of getting close. If they got close, they would be hit by the violent divine thunder and turned into ashes. During the battle between Muzan and Tanjiro, when Zenitsu, Inosuke and others came to support, they killed the evil spirits that were constantly approaching Muzan. But on the other hand, Miyamoto Musashi had no one to provide support, and he did not have the power like Minamoto Raikou to easily annihilate the evil spirits around him. All she could rely on were the two swords in her hands that were stained with blood. “Puff, puff, puff!” The sound of a sharp blade piercing through kept ringing.

The double swords in Miyamoto Musashi's hands turned into a whirlwind, killing all the approaching evil spirits. This is not a sacred duel. Ibaraki Douji is also an evil ghost and she will not follow the so-called morality of humans. "You can't even see the enemy clearly now, how can you win this battle!" Ibaraki Douji continued to speak, constantly elaborating on Miyamoto Musashi's disadvantages in his words, trying to shake his heart. At this time, Miyamoto Musashi's posture was extremely miserable. "Crack...!" A large amount of blood seeped out of his body and soaked his clothes. A closer look revealed that Miyamoto Musashi's entire body was covered with various wounds. His left eye was even burned by the horrible flames. "Can't win? Why don't I understand?" Miyamoto Musashi raised his eyebrows and said with a slightly contemptuous smile: "It is you who are afraid, the leader of the Oeyama demons!" "Cho! Choke! Choke! Choke! Choke!" Amid the clear chanting sound that turned into an echo, several cold blade lights suddenly slashed out and tore into pieces the evil spirits that attacked again. "What a joke!? How could I possibly be afraid of a human like you!!!" At this moment, Ibaraki Douji's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at Miyamoto Musashi with great anger, and the hand holding the bone knife became even tighter. "Wow! What a joke! You know in your heart that your sword has exposed everything. It's not me who is at a disadvantage, but you!" As he spoke, a smile appeared on Miyamoto Musashi's lips. He stomped his right foot on the ground, turned into a whirlwind and rushed towards Ibaraki Douji again. Ibaraki Douji looked at Miyamoto Musashi who was rushing towards him without fear, and subconsciously bit his lip. why? Am I really the one who is at a disadvantage at this time? She is a servant, she is a demon, and there are other demons constantly attacking her around her. Miyamoto Musashi's physical strength will be exhausted sooner or later. As long as you keep fighting with your opponent, you will definitely be the winner. Then why is it that the opponent is so certain that he is at a disadvantage? And why did the sword in his hand reveal everything? My mind was disturbed at this moment. "Ding----!" The loud sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out and lasted for a long time. "clang----!"

Soon, another crisp sound of collision echoed. That was the sound caused by Miyamoto Musashi's sword, which swept across the enemy with overwhelming force, slashing at Ibaraki Douji's hastily raised bone knife. The moment his mind lost control, Ibaraki Douji was hit hard and was sent flying. He flew backwards again and hit the rock heavily. "Really? Being disturbed by a human like you really makes me extremely angry!" When Ibaraki Douji stood up again, her eyes were filled with anger. She no longer wanted to think about how to win. She wanted to destroy her opponent with her strongest blow. "You don't know how many times you've been angry. You talk as if being angry can win you." Miyamoto Musashi laughed, a merciless laugh. If anger alone could win the battle, Ibaraki Douji would have won it countless times. "Look carefully! This is a large bone knife that only ghosts like us can possess. It is a concentration of resentment and curse that a mere iron knife cannot resist at all!" "The strongest and most resilient thing on earth is not steel forged by hellfire, but the bones of us ghosts. This thing, forged over hundreds of days, is filled with demonic energy and is a powerful blade that can shake the moonlit night." Having said this, Ibaraki Douji suddenly raised the bone knife in his hand. Flames began to burn on Ibaraki Douji's body. Under the burning heat, the space around Ibaraki Douji began to distort, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to have encountered drought, becoming dry and cracked, turning into a wasteland. "I will burn you to ashes!" "Bang————!" As soon as he finished speaking, accompanied by a loud bang, the flames under Ibaraki Douji's feet exploded and turned into an extremely fierce thrust, causing Notsuki Douji's body to shoot out like a bullet in the true sense. "This is a technique to break mountains and pull out bones --- Great Flame Rising from the Great River Mountain!!!!" This is the unique fighting skill of Ibaraki Douji, a product of the specialized use of the Gyūgen Fire in human combat. A scorching ten-hit combo that can shatter and burn the target until nothing remains. The opponent is burned to ashes, leaving only charcoal-like bones. Faced with such a horrific attack, Miyamoto Musashi's expression did not waver in the slightest. He focused his whole heart and soul on the front, his mind as clear as a mirror and as calm as still water. Put everything on the sword in your hand. Namo the God of Heaven. The two are relative, and the two transcend. There are many choices, but things are defined. The line is narrowed to a limited extent, but there is a point at the end. Not leaving any way for others is the right thing to do. Only the zero one is Tianyuan, who answers both my sword and my heart. There is good in emptiness, but no evil; the wise have it.

There is reason, there is Tao, and there is emptiness in the heart. The ultimate goal is not swordsmanship. There is no room for anyone here, only his great enlightenment on swordsmanship is accepted. This is - no emptiness. The sword dances gently. At this moment, it seemed as if heaven and earth were divided.