Master Blacksmith in the Blade of Demon Slayer

"We should have digested all the gains from the battle with Hei Si Mou, as well as the meditation guide and sword skill guide."

Some things are always brewing deep inside, and will not change as time passes.

Concentrating on sandalwood, Tie Zhi Cangjie changed into a Taoist suit and sat in the dojo, meditating.

The content in the meditation guide is more useful than what Tie Zhi Cangsuke himself has figured out. It teaches in detail how to adjust breathing, how to relax thinking, and how to settle the original mind, such as holding the state!

With the passage of time, Tie Zhi Cangsuke felt that his mind became more and more empty.

It was like emptying a pool of muddy water, but it also made the treasures that were originally immersed in the pool more clearly presented in front of you.

The various theories of the Sword Skill Guide become clearer. Although they are all basic, they are very systematic. A simple and accurate description is also of great benefit to Tetsu no Sangsuke!

At the same time, the content of every moment in the battle of life and death began to be staged in my mind.

It was like a slow-motion playback, letting his mind recall everything that happened that day.

Every move change, every power collision, every shot, every back...

Even the thoughts when I made the move were clearly presented.

At the same time, he faintly felt that something faintly had begun to take root in the depths of his soul!

This should be the kind of intuition that can see flaws.

This is not the power of the eyes, so it is not a blood wheel eye, nor is it a dead eye.

This is a feeling that comes from my instinct, but under that feeling, the eyes provide myself with the ability to distinguish!

There were more and more things in his mind, but Tie Zhi Cangsuke's breathing became more and more stable.

The scene of the battle with Hei Si Mou became more and more pure, he began to try to change his performance in that battle, and at the same time began to deduced the possible changes of Hei Si Mou.

At the same time, he tried to interact with the rooting things in his body to a certain extent, trying to stimulate its growth or stimulate its power.

The sword skill guide was used for the first time, and Tie Zhi Cangsuke carried it into his mind, his body who was fighting the black death mou.

The moves have become more pure, with fewer and fewer redundant moves.

However, Hei Si Mou's moves are still fierce and domineering, often as long as he can't continue to use Ji Liu Yi, he will be killed by Hei Si Mou!

Tetsuki Cangsuke tried to load the things that had taken root in the depths of his mind on his body in the memory, and at the same time began to fully deduced the feasibility of the move.

The fighting time began to lengthen.

The extreme flow faded, Tie Zhi Cangsuke insisted on the third move, and died under the sword of Hei Si Mou.

Frown slightly: "Come again!"

The deduction in his mind is not a fantasizing, Tie Zhi Cangsuke can only perform deductions based on what he has been able to master at present, or the true extent of his own strength advancement.

Everything is subject to reality!

And the black death mo he deduced could only be weaker than the real black death mo. Therefore, if he persisted to the three swords, if he really encountered the black death mo, he would still die by one move.

Do it again, another cut!

Come again!

Until Tiezhi Cangjie's spirit was almost withered, he opened his eyes palely.

He died under the knife of Hei Si Mou one after another, making his brows furrowed, but time and time again, he found the possibility.

"Perhaps, this is the benefit of real meditation?"

Tie Zhi Cangsuke raised his head and looked at the roof. Well, after all, there is no magic element in this world, so he wouldn't think that in the end, he would become a great magician. It was already an amazing ability to be able to deduct it in his mind.

Chapter One Hundred Ninety Eight

Under the dark night, heavy snow is flying!

Outside the town, a siege is underway.

The low roar of extreme anger and bloodthirsty floated in the snow, blood splashed in the light of the knife, and screams came and went!

"Persevere, persevere!!!"

A young man roared, rolled over to the ground, and the moment his feet stepped on the ground, he had already taken advantage of his strength, and while rushing forward, he roared: "As long as you hold on for a while, the hammer will..."

Before the words fell, it had already risen to the sky, but the moment the sword fell, a thick arm directly broke through the obstruction of his sword in an unreasonable manner, and pinched his head.

bump!!

A dull explosion sounded, red and white, accompanied by snow falling.

"Asshole!!!"

The roar was high at the same time with the light of the sword, and the Sunwheel Sword severely slashed on the thick arm of the evil spirit.

However, the light of the knife fell, only breaking the skin.

"How come?" The ghost hunters with knives were full of disbelief. This was already an attack made with hard work. Why, even one arm of the opponent could not be cut off?

The howling wind swept across, the bones crackled and cracked, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the ghost hunter's body flew upside down, like a rag pocket!

Seeing that he was about to be mounted on a big tree not far away, his shoulders suddenly tightened. It seemed that he was grabbed by someone, followed by a big circle of three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, and then removed it. With the force of flying upside down, it landed on the ground.

He raised his head blankly, his eyes were a little blurry under the serious injury.

I can faintly see the butterfly on the cuffs of the person who is holding him, and a sledgehammer with flames on his back!

"Hammer..."

He spoke, but with blood spurting out, a sentence was incomplete at all.

"rest well."

A soft voice came from the mouth of the'hammerpost', and after that, the ghost hunter saw the snow flying under his feet. When he raised his head again, he saw the evil spirit that he could not cut with all his strength. The arm, in an instant, has fallen apart!

The huge iron hammer was red like a sky-fire, and the thunderous blow made the body of the tall evil spirit tremble constantly, and the cold light of the knife flashed away while the blood was flying.

The head flew up and fell to the ground, the blood stained the white snow.

"ended?"

He looked at this scene in disbelief...Is this Zhu?

In the midnight of the fierce battle, they were deadly wounded and they were completely helpless evil spirits, just like that, they were easily killed?