Chapter 71: At this time, Akaza is still on his way here.
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Thump!
Gyokko's headless body fell weakly to the ground, Tanjuro didn't care, holding the Kusabimaru, he ran towards Hantengu again.
"Ah ah! How dare you, mere human!"
On the muddy ground.
Gyokko's head lay down, he stretched out his little hand, trying hard to support himself to get up, he looked at the night sky, two tongues came out of his mouth, shouting in panic:
"I won't die!"
Creak...
His pale head began to swell irregularly, the proliferating flesh buds gradually accumulated, forming lumps of flesh.
"That's right! That's right!!"
Gyokko twisted his head violently, new flesh buds on the broken neck struggled to bulge small bags, his pupils slid, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw:
"Kokushibo! Kokushibo-dono is nearby!"
—— Kokushibo-dono can still contact Muzan-sama!
"Just a bit of Muzan-sama's blood! I can survive!"
He who was dying had already lost his sanity, and began to shout frantically:
"Save me! Kokushibo-dono! Save..."
Before he could finish his sentence.
Whoosh!
Several small moon arcs passed by Gyokko's head in an instant.
Plop! Blood splattered, Gyokko, who was only left with a head, was directly shattered into several pieces of meat.
"Save..."
hoarse syllables came out of the split green lips.
Traces of ashes began to spread.
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Meanwhile.
Far away.
In a certain town.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
"Found it."
The figure in a peach-pink short shirt was constantly jumping and shuttling between the buildings, his golden eyes were paying attention to the porcelain pot left on the ground.
In his golden eyes, the black character of [Two] was engraved.
Drip.
Akaza fell from the sky, his toes touched the ground, landing in front of a pot, his body slightly tilted due to the fall, his eyes drooping, his fists clenched:
"...The thirty-fourth pot."
After he was sent out of the Infinite Castle, he rushed to Gyokko's residence for the first time.
And along the way, he found the pots left by Gyokko's progress.
However, after finding so many pots, he never found a trace of the "information" mentioned by Gyokko.
Just as he wanted to raise his head and continue along the trajectory of the pot.
Suddenly.
A wisp of charred ash rose from the bottom of his eyes.
"?! "Akaza's pupils shrank sharply, he quickly lowered his head to look at the porcelain pot, the patterned pot was currently showing signs of being scorched.
Plop...
He instinctively reached out to pick up the porcelain pot on the ground, holding the neck of the pot.
Different from the previous touch, this pot now has a porcelain wall as thin as paper.
Akaza knew Gyokko's personality, Gyokko, who prided himself as an artist, would never destroy the pots he made.
Even if leaving the pot would expose his whereabouts, he would put it on the ground openly as if showing off.
Now, the pot autonomously turns into ashes and gradually disappears, there is only one possibility.
"Is he dead?" His face gradually darkened.
Creak...
The blue veins spread on Akaza's back, hideously climbing up his neck, he looked angrily at the porcelain pot in his hand gradually turning into ashes:
"Tsk!"
Bang!
He punched angrily, hitting the building next to him, the stone wall
The wall was instantly covered with cracks like a spider web:
"Useless guy!"
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Swordsmith Village.
In the forest.
Taking advantage of Himejima Gyomei's constant consumption of Zohakuten.
Step step step!
Tanjuro held the Kusabimaru in his hand and rushed towards Hantengu's body.
Suddenly.
"Hiss——!" Tanjuro took a deep breath, he felt a blackness in front of him, a familiar feeling of weakness surged up.
——Used up!
The blood on his face quickly turned pale.
After experiencing the fight with Kokushibo, using Thunder Return, and then killing Gyokko.
The power of one resurrection that was burned last time was finally exhausted.
It was because of the memory of the last battle that the consumption of the power of resurrection was much smaller than Tanjuro imagined.
He opened his eyes, the two resurrections glowing in his body, and another one quickly burned to the bottom.
No wonder, he ran for a while just now but couldn't catch up with that guy.
"Huh..." After taking a slight breath, Tanjuro's complexion improved again.
After staggering for two steps.
Tanjuro refocused his vision and quickly found Hantengu's body fleeing to the distance.
This distance...
He felt the surging power in his body again.
Click...
Tanjuro spread his legs, pulled out the sword, aimed the sword at the front, and the whole person was as tense as an arrow on a bow.
The Kusabimaru in his hand clenched, the friction between the palm and the hilt of the fish skin, slightly accumulating strength.
——Zing!
A bright sword light condensed on the tip of the sword from the sword.
［Ultimate Technique·Giant Ninja Stab·Modified］
"Hiss——" He took a deep breath, a large amount of oxygen was instantly compressed into the lungs.
［Sun Breathing］
The sound of the soles of the feet grabbing the ground was clearly audible, he tilted sharply.
Whoosh——
The surrounding forest retreated rapidly!
He was like an arrow off the string, the sword broke the night, steam overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he rushed straight towards the fleeing "fear" demon!
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In the distance.
tap tap tap!!!
The coward demon was running in panic, his size as small as a mouse, but he was as agile as one.
"Gyokko is dead! I can't contact Muzan-sama!"
He was anxiously talking to himself, his red eyes were about to cry out: "What should I do! What should I do!"
At this moment, Hantengu deeply regretted coming to the Swordsmith Village with Gyokko.
That reckless and arrogant Gyokko, why couldn't he be a little more careful like him?!
And——
——Why! Why are there such powerful humans!
Having run a distance, the coward demon felt the aura behind him getting farther away.
"Did I shake them off, did I shake them off?"
He bit his lip, his voice was sharp and trembling, he carefully looked sideways while running.
However.
Whoosh!
Tanjuro, who had just been shaken off, rushed up in an instant!
"Keeeeek-ah-ah!!" The coward demon suddenly screamed in horror, he looked at the sword pointing straight at him, approaching his neck:
"Nooooo!"
The sound was so miserable that anyone who didn't know would think he was the victim.
Ding!
Sparks splashed where the sword touched the skin.
The Kusabimaru, which was thrusting, stabbed hard into the coward demon's neck, but the condensed skin was unusually hard.
With the blessing of the Bright Red Sword, the Kusabimaru slowly embedded into the coward demon's neck.
It seemed that the emotion of cowardly had reached its limit.
"Why!" The coward demon's voice gradually became indignant, he roared and shouted, his weak body suddenly arched.
Tanjuro held the sword in his hand tightly, he looked at the coward demon's appearance, and the last red assassination point on his head.
His eyebrows twitched.
——Is he going to turn into a 'Urami' demon?
The hateful demon is the last form of Hantengu to protect the main body.
Meanwhile.
"Kamado!"
Himejima's voice came from the other end of the forest, his deep voice echoed in the forest:
"The split body I was confronting has disappeared!"
"Be careful!"
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