Master Blacksmith in the Blade of Demon Slayer

But for this task, how much his own attachment?

Before seeing Tetsu no Cangsuke, or to say, before seeing Tetsu no Cangsuke's Sunwheel Sword, he had no interest in it.

Killing the pillar and killing the Cangsuke of Iron are all orders, and the order only needs to be executed.

However, when Tetsuzhi Cangsuke's Sunwheel Sword appeared in front of him, everything was different.

Breath of the sun!

That is the color that only the breath of the sun can have.

Why?

Having worked so hard, so hard, and exhausted all the breathing methods that could not be practiced, after so many years of dying, has it reappeared in the world?

That kind of breathing method should follow that guy's fall, and when that guy dies, it will be annihilated in the dust of history!

Why does it appear?

And... so weak!!!

The sword is completely wrong!

Weak and weak, even after passing a special method to adjust the speed of breathing and blood flow, it briefly reached a limit level... But it was still too far!

Damn bastard, you shame Hizhi Breath!!

Since it is so weak, why should you use it?

Cut it off!

This kind of existence has no meaning anymore, and time will eventually draw a successful conclusion to everything!

Persevering flames flickered crazily in his eyes, and his fierce murderous intent was vented on the pitch-black knife wheel.

Even if there is still a pillar behind you... just a pillar, what's the point?

Killed more than one?

At this moment, only the weaker generation in front of him, who dares to use the breath of the day, is the bane that must be cut.

Breath of the Moon-Three Types · Tired of the Moon · Erosion!!

During the rush, the knife wheel appeared, and the murderous intent spread in the void.

Tetsuzhi Cangsuke's body was flying back, not voluntarily, but because of an attack.

However, he didn't force his body to stop, just retreat, not death.

To stop it will waste one's energy.

When this force becomes smaller, changing again is the best choice!

In his eyes, there is still the kind of empty peace, as if his soul has died, only the body is still there.

Extremely fluid!

Of course not without limits.

When used, the consumption of the body will be huge.

It is even unimaginable!

The void in his eyes has already a little bit of lifelessness, it seems that if he keeps using such moves, even if the black death mo does not attack him, he will die!

However, at the moment he encountered the black death Mou, wasn't he already mentally prepared to die?

Knife wheel!

Tie Zhi Cangjie watched as the surrounding trees were cut off, and Hei Si Mou's attack had already arrived.

Suddenly smiled slightly.

Master!

However, all the sword shapes or tactics in this world are nothing more than offense and defense.

The visible sword shape is never terrible!

Suddenly he waved the Sun Wheel Knife in his hand, and the knife turned around like a heavy hammer!

The Breath of the Sun-Three Types · Comet Rondo!

The flying figure suddenly made a weird turn. In an instant, the blades of scattered sharp blades had been thrown under his feet. The next second, his figure suddenly rose, but after a turning point, he suddenly fell.

Under the light of the knife, within the expressionless eyes, there is a cold and fierce lore!

The 168th chapter is really trolling!

"ridiculous!"

The sternness of the lore is of no use to the black death Mou.

The anger formed a prairie fire in the heart field, and the blade reversed.

The breath of the moon-the shape of the land, the lonely moon in the long night, the infinite!

Waving both hands like the wind, the moon wheel that vents freely is flying horizontally.

The Tiezhi Cangjie figure has not yet fallen, and there are scars all over his body.

"Why do a humble fellow like you use this breathing method?"

Roared like thunder and carried it through.

In an instant, the blade light from the sudden slash in the air fell, and thousands of sparks were instantly rolled up between the two.

When everything dissipated, the Iron Cang agent was still in the air and never fell, and the power of the whole body had been reduced to a single sword.

The blood fell with the blade, and there was no emotion in the pupils on his face.

It's like a cold machine, venting the last power.

"Who is Zhu!?"

The black death Mou Wenyan suddenly turned his head, Lan Feng rises on the ground, and the light of the sword is wrapped in it, and then suddenly falls.

The simple one is also the ultimate one!