Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The two of them were so busy that they had to face each other.

Kyojuro's eyes moved back and forth between Lin Heng and Akaza.

The strong warrior with blue demon patterns all over his body, the demon named Akaza, had "Upper String" and "Three" engraved in his pupils.

There was no mistake, it was him, the guy who had seriously injured his father and nearly killed him.

How could he suddenly appear here?

Kyojuro couldn't help but tighten the Nichirin Blade in his hand.

The boy in a black cloak who was confronting him next to him was holding a golden Nichirin Blade.

If I'm not mistaken, he just used the Breath of Flame.

And he looks like Chijuro, but he looks a little younger than me, and his hair and eye colors are exactly the same.

Identifying at a glance that it was pure blood of the Purgatory family, Kyojuro's pupils trembled.

What on earth is going on! ?

His father and mother have a good relationship, and he can guarantee that there are only him and his younger brother Chijuro in this generation.

Then who is this person in front of him?

Could it be that his father would not...

"Put away those bad thoughts in your mind, little friend."

Lin Heng landed gracefully and took off the flame feather webbing he was wearing with one hand at a speed that Kyojuro could not understand.

"The feather webbing that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Purgatory family, you are not qualified to wear it now."

Lin Heng folded the feather webbing carefully, then put it away with care, and whispered a little lonely.

I am not qualified now either...

Kyojuro has poor hearing and is a little lip-reader. At this moment, he read part of Lin Heng's lip shape, and his doubts in his heart became even greater.

On the opposite side, Akaza, who was already excited, was staring at Lin Heng with boiling fighting spirit.

"So far, among all the people I have fought, you are the strongest."

All the people I have fought...

people?

Lin Heng looked at the other person and did not reply. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

In fact, he was already laughing in his heart.

[The blood of Purgatory cannot be hidden! Everyone has indeed seen how handsome the swordsman who saved the world is, and how supermodel the bloodline of Purgatory is. Kyojuro recognized your bloodline, and the real value increased slightly. ]

[How lonely it is to be invincible. The first swordsman who can rival the upper strings in a hundred years, the upper string three Akaza recognized your existence, and the real value increased. ]

[Melancholy and powerful boy, no words are needed, your eyes are full of stories, and the imperfect image makes people believe it, and the real value increased slightly. ]

...

A series of prompt sounds directly made Lin Heng feel numb.

The blue tattooed prisoner opposite, you were able to fight me evenly just now, but if you stand there for a while and see if I can do it, you will be finished.

Lin Heng was still maintaining a calm expression, while Akaza on the opposite side had already begun to educate the autistic Peilang.

"Useless guy, you only know how to rely on external forces. As a ghost, have you even given up your courageous heart?

"Look carefully, this time your enemy is right in front of you. Hurry up and get revenge! "

Akoza slapped Peilang, whose faith collapsed.

Akoza, who was ambushed during his human period, always looked down on those who relied on external things and did not fight uprightly in his subconscious.

But what he looked down on more was the fragile guy who collapsed easily.

He didn't even dare to take revenge, and could only shrink like a turtle.

Although he couldn't explain the reason, Akaza knew it clearly from the beginning.

Doing so would only...

add to the regret.

Peilang fell to the ground weakly after being slapped away, and slowly climbed up with a trembling body.

For the first time, Peilang lost confidence in the advanced firearms in his hand.

He couldn't even solve the first purgatory, let alone the pervert who came later.

Clang, clang...

A series of guns kept coming out of the shadow cavity. Released, fell to the ground, and gradually piled up into a small mountain.

Peilang knelt in the middle of the pile of muskets, never looking up.

Finally, all the muskets in the shadow chamber were scattered on the ground, and some miscellaneous things that Peilang had put away began to be released.

Snap, snap...

This time the crisp sound of falling to the ground was slightly different from before.

Peilang was stunned, looked up, and it turned out to be a group of swords left behind by the swordsmen who had been killed before.

Subconsciously reaching out his hand, Peilang swept away the pile of swords.

An old samurai sword was inserted vertically in it, and the worn handle was exposed.

This knife... so familiar, where have I seen it...

My head hurts, as if something is chasing me...

Peilang covered his head in pain, and his brain was rolling wildly inside.

Scenes of memory

It was like a faded old film playing in my brain.

"Stop, it hurts, stop."

Pei Lang crawled into the pile of guns like crazy, pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his head.

However, the moment before pulling the trigger, Pei Lang's hand fell down again, and he finally understood-

The past was chasing him like a wolf in his mind.

Yes, I seemed to be a swordsman...

It seemed so long ago, so long ago that I can't remember it...

After that, all my confidence was destroyed by that nightmare man.

Purgatory? Purgatory! Purgatory...

Alas, Purgatory...

Shadows gathered from the ground and slowly wrapped around Pei Lang's body.

The thick darkness merged into his flesh and bones, and then deeply engraved into the rusty samurai sword along the palm of his hand holding the knife.

Then the long-lost cold light shone on the worn blade.

I don't know when Peilang stood up, his appearance has changed drastically, and he no longer looks like a human.

The shadows wrapped around his body turned into black hair, his legs were bent like a beast, his sharp teeth grew, his head was beast-like, and his scarlet eyes were wolf-like.

Peilang stood up again and showed a new werewolf form.

The vocal cords eroded by the shadow vibrated, and Peilang let out a hoarse voice and howled at the moon.

Blood Demon Art·Luhuoqiang·War Disaster Array Wolf.

When did I give up?

Who am I, what am I?

Not only the sword, but also many other things that have been lost...

But everything else is irreversible...

Now I can pick it up again...

Only the sword.

No longer entangled in consideration, Peilang's eyes are clear, and for the first time he looks at Kyojuro as a samurai.

"Human swordsman, as expected, you are not the Purgatory after all. But at this moment, I will give you the right to choose.

Pei Lang looked indifferent, as if everything he said had nothing to do with him.

Whether the result was life or death, he didn't care at all.

"Purgatory, right here, kill me, or be killed by me."

Akoza looked at the ferocious wolf shadow he transformed into, thinking.

Something extraordinary happened to Pei Lang, and this change attracted his attention.

"That's about your trial."

Lin Heng turned his head and said to Kyojuro who was on high alert, and pointed at Akaza.

"Don't think about anything else, I won't let anyone interfere, not even the upper strings."

Hearing this, Akaza laughed heartily.

"Hahahaha, that's how it should be, Pei Lang, well done, this is right. "

Patting Peilang's shoulder vigorously, Akaza responded confidently.

"The same applies to me, just go and get rid of the Flame Pillar."

After laughing, Akaza stretched out his body, got into position again, and then solemnly spoke to Lin Heng and gave his name.

"I am Upper Rank Three, Akaza, you are a worthy opponent, I have never met a strong man like you, so please tell me your name quickly, who are you, I don't want to kill an unknown person. "

All the people present looked at Lin Heng.

Who is this boy with a mysterious origin and suspected blood relationship with the Purgatory family?

Will the mystery finally be revealed here? At this moment, everyone is looking forward to the answer from a third party.

Ding! Ding!

[Does the Buddha really exist? The shock from the sad island Xingming...]

[Is it salvation or disaster? A scene similar to a hundred years ago, and the future that the Ubuyashiki family can hardly peek into...]

The sound of the continuous increase in the real value came to his ears, and the corners of Lin Heng's mouth curled up.

Just caught up, it seems to be just in time.

"About who I am? Are you so eager to know this?"

Under the gaze of everyone, the boy in the center looked up at the moon.

He lives in this moment, and his thoughts seem to fall into some kind of ancient phantom.

"Hundreds of years ago, I was called Heng Shoulang. ”

Hundred years?

Akuza’s face became heavy.

“At that time, people liked to call me a genius, and called me by the alias of the genius Rengoku Kōjuro.”

Genius…Purgatory?

Kyojuro’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“And now, I have transcended everything, and you can respect me as…”

After a pause, Lin Heng whispered the four words.

“Bishamonten.”