Wanted to chop off his head.

The heavy blade on the table, used for killing and removing bones, flew in the ghost’s hand as light as a feather. Even though it passed through the air, there was still no sound at all.

However, the knife missed.

I don’t know if the man in front of me was unsteady or what, but he suddenly leaned back and miraculously dodged the attack.

The handkerchief stained with coughed blood fell to the ground, and his drooping eyebrows gradually lifted up, his eyes were cold.

Looking at the ghost with a somewhat surprised expression.

At that moment just now, the demon’s arm automatically extended… It should be a kind of blood demon magic.

“what?”

The Upper Five were stunned. Before entering the door, this man had difficulty even walking in the aisle, but he was able to react to his attack.

Although he was wearing a samurai uniform under the black haori, the clothes were obviously just to highlight his status, and his personal mobility was obviously not as good as that of ordinary people.

According to normal logic, a weak body is incapable of such a quick reaction.

“Can not you see?”

Suddenly, Long asked with a smile, holding up a finger, “It’s the soul…”

“My soul.”

So make a fool of yourself.

Whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, the Upper Five attacked again. His right hand turned into a long snake that rushed and coiled wildly in the sealed space. He slashed madly with the blade. Suddenly, the small house was filled with dense silver light, all covering the darkness.

But… no matter how fast or sharp the blade is.

It still can’t hurt Long at all.

The man relied on his feet to move back and forth in the extreme gaps and the points of change of moves after the flash of the sword, like a ghost.

“It’s breathing…”

The ghost noticed Long’s breathing.

Breathing caused something to happen to his body.

“Are you from the Demon Slayer Corps?!”

The Upper Five was startled and abruptly put away their swords.

But it doesn’t seem like it, because the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps all wear uniform.

The most iconic one is the Sun Blade.

At this time, Long was unarmed and had no weapons.

Without a sword, the swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps, even if he is at the Pillar level, is no threat.

Being seriously ill only meant that Long’s attributes were useless, but it did not mean that his skills were gone… Low attributes meant that the damage he could cause was not high, but it was not completely gone. As for skills, as long as they could be supported by the existing power system in this world and could be used, they would still have their own effects.

In other words, at least in terms of “skills”, Long is still at the top of his game and has not regressed.

The experiences and growth he gained in the full-time world over the years are… nutrients that are deeply rooted in his soul.

The incomparable soul, that is, the spiritual will, makes Long extremely sensitive to all external perceptions.

Even though his disabled body could not support him to make some actions, he could temporarily break the shackles by relying on breathing techniques. The only trouble was that once he used overloaded breathing techniques, he had to act quickly and absorb blood as soon as possible to turn into a ghost.

Otherwise…when the time comes, he will definitely die.

The body will definitely be destroyed…

“Ok?”

At this time, the fight between the two people in the house had not yet ended.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside.

It was also accompanied by the villagers’ attempts to stop and make noise.

somebody is coming.

Two extraordinary scents…

From the Demon Slayer Corps!

Oboro’s ears twitched, and the Upper Five’s eyes also glanced towards the doors and windows.

When he looked at Oboro again, his eyes had become even more ferocious… It was obvious that he believed that Oboro was a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, and this level…

“It’s a pillar…”

The Upper Five muttered to themselves, and then took off the robe they were wearing.

At first glance, this coat looked like something he used to block the blood and filth that splashed when slaughtering corpses, but in fact it was used to cover up part of his body.

When he threw off his coat, Long saw a large human face on his belly, with tightly closed lips across his waist. When the skin split open, a huge mouth full of sharp teeth and covered with mucus was exposed.

“Three pillar-levels, I am really lucky… I didn’t go looking for you, but you came here to die.”

The Upper Five were not panicked, but seemed extremely excited.

As the inhuman big mouth on the belly opened, another kind of blood vampire magic was activated. The powerful suction force swallowed up all the blood and debris in the room. The room was affected and became chaotic.

The oil lamp went out and the light was dark.

The huge suction force even caused the wooden boards to crack.

I could hear some evil chewing sounds.

After the suction dissipated, he found that the ghost in front of him had a stomach that had more than doubled in size. When he opened his mouth again, he actually spit out a bunch of foreign objects made of pieces of meat. These objects retained some human features, but were even more bizarre.

For example, some have four legs, and some… the upper body is just seven or eight human heads mixed together.

At the same time, the Upper Five also picked up another item of his, which seemed to be one of his weapons.

Scales other than that knife.

The speed at which he vomited foreign objects from his stomach became faster and faster. In a short while, seven or eight objects fell to the ground, further reducing the area available for movement in the room.

“The number of pillars I’ve eaten… including the three of you, will soon exceed twenty. I think that master will be very happy.”

The Upper Five looked at Oboro, who was like a lamb to be slaughtered, and said coldly: “Your meat is still very valuable. It’s not as bad as you say. At least… I like it very much.”

“It starts with you.”

After saying that, he took action, fought quickly and decisively, and killed Long first.

The several flesh and blood monsters in front of him also made gestures to pounce.

“Ah… I wanted to play a little bit.”

Long smiled slightly, and his fingers were as sharp as swords. The breath from the corners of his mouth became long with the sound of breathing.

The villagers outside can’t stop the Pillar-level swordsman at all. If the Upper Moon is killed, it will be difficult for him to get his blood again.

In addition, he found that his combat thinking had some sequelae… When he saw the target’s ability, the first thing he thought of was not vampire magic.

Instead, the brain subconsciously emerged with the abilities of reproduction, close changes and release of thoughts.

If you want to defeat this kind of opponent, you must not delay.

Fighting a long-term war of attrition and positional warfare will be very troublesome…

“You don’t even have a knife, and you still want to…”

Looking at Oboro’s posture, the Upper Five felt a little bit of palpitations for no reason, but still pretended to be calm and sneered.

The main reason why he remained calm was… because Long had no weapon.

Moreover, the man’s posture was not that of drawing a sword.

Just standing there…

“Soul Breathing, Form Three, Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.”

The mist moved.

The muscles in his legs immediately burst into a cloud of blood mist, and even his leg bones made a crisp sound of breaking, but this did not hinder his sprinting speed, and he arrived in front of the ghost almost instantly.

Two fingers, like a dragonfly touching the water, tapped on the forehead of Upper Five.

As for the two monsters made of flesh and blood lying in the middle, they disintegrated instantly.

It seemed to be torn apart by brute force, as fragile as paper.

Due to his low physical attributes, even if Long can use breathing to forcibly increase the value, it is still within a limited range.

Although the ghost did not react in time, he still saw… As the man approached, he destroyed the flesh slave created by his blood ghost magic with his fingertips!

And while getting close, he pricked different parts of his body with his fingers, and finally touched his forehead…

The most astonishing thing is the “momentum” displayed by this human when attacking.

It was as if a group of eerie and terrifying ghosts suddenly rushed into the small room, hugged his body and began to eat it.

He had fought with many swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps and understood this kind of “momentum” very well.

This so-called momentum can only be used naturally by swordsmen after they coordinate their breathing techniques and pursue the coordination of sword skills and body movements.

During this process, if the angle of the blade is not right or the limbs fail to keep up with the rhythm, the momentum of the blade will be affected.

Not to mention the pressure created by the sword.

Breathing, sword skills, and the person, these three must be in sync to form the complete picture of the swordsman’s breathing method.

And now… this seriously ill man doesn’t even have a knife. He looks more like an unarmed warrior. How can he possibly use the “power of the knife”?

“It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t have a sword and relies purely on brute force. Even if he hits me, I can totally withstand it… As long as my head can be saved, he is not worth mentioning.” With this thought, looking at Oboro who was close at hand, the Upper Five opened his mouth wide and revealed a sarcastic smile.

When did such a fool appear in the Demon Slayer Corps? !

The explosive power of the body is terrifying.

It is not as fragile as it looks, as if it has suddenly transformed from a lamb into a tiger.

Or does he want to hold me back and wait for help from the two people outside the house?

Long’s attack was even lighter than he had imagined. It just looked scary, but in fact, when his fingertips touched his forehead, it felt like a mosquito bite.