Chapter 114: Encounter with Flame Pillar Rengoku Kyojuro

The headless body rushed towards Roya's position. Roya paused slightly with his hand holding the cherry cake, and looked at the lower string of the sword hanging on the tree next to him, with a look of disgust on his face.

After being looked at by Roya, Bingye got goose bumps all over his body. He subconsciously wanted to move his head back, but it was tied tightly with ropes.

Roya stood up, stuffed the newly opened cherry cake into the bag, and walked towards the headless corpse with an indifferent face.

Bingye was stunned, and his face showed ecstasy. The other party did not come to take the knife. What does this mean? Is this human really so conceited? There is a world of difference between the body of a ghost and the body of a human. Such a conceited guy must be made to know what the price is this time.

The next moment, the headless corpse was kicked into the ground, and Roya raised his fist and opened it left and right. It was still the project of Ola Ola.

Powerful force filled Bing Ye's trunkless body, dislocating bones, straining muscles, fractures, and even his liver was about to be hammered to pieces. The more fierce the opponent's attack, the happier Bing Ye was. Bing Ye thought to himself that such a fierce attack by the opponent would not be able to be sustained for a long time.

But in fact, Bing Ye was still too naive.

Normal humans may be like this, but who told him that the guy standing in front of him was a human?

The pure-blooded dragon boy understood that Luo Ya's red gold eyes were more brilliant under the moonlight. Every punch would make the ground tremble, and the powerful force made his whole body tremble constantly.

But even so, this lower string named Bing Ye was still hanging on.

Bing Ye thought that the opponent's high-intensity consumption could only last for ten minutes at most, or half an hour. At that time, he would quietly release the blood ghost technique, sneak a wave of the opponent, and complete the ultimate counter-kill.

Then, he wanted to hide, and the force of his fists never stopped. Luo Ya even changed his tricks, sometimes he shot left and right, sometimes he held the body that was about to fall apart with one hand, and hit him hard with the other hand.

But after almost half an hour of beating, the sick Ye's body that was about to fall apart could not be hammered, but that was it. Although it could not be hammered, the recovery speed was visibly reduced.

And the sick Ye was grinning in pain, but it was a pity that all the words were blocked in his mouth.

At the same time, the sick Ye stared at the head of the female ghost with hatred, and his expression was full of hatred.

The ferocious eyes seemed to say: It was you who brought the devils into the village?

The female ghost trembled, she wanted to defend herself at this time, but she didn't want to.

Luo Ya touched his head, you know what, every profession has its own specialty, if there is no breathing method and the sun wheel sword, it is indeed very troublesome to deal with.

After beating for a long time, Luo Ya felt a little bored. He thought about it and squatted on the ground looking at the messy skeleton.

Luo Ya tried to breathe in and out, trying to keep the energy regularly. The power in the air was probably the key to destroying the ghost.

But as before, the power could only stay in the blood of the body and could not be used.

Luo Ya frowned and thought. He tried to mobilize the little power in his body and punched the sick leaf.

The head of the sick leaf hanging on the tree whimpered a few times, but couldn't speak.

There was a struggle, but it was not very strong, which meant that the other party was not in much pain.

Luo Ya frowned, thinking about what was wrong.

The breathing method should be wrong, the rhythm is not like this.

Well, try another breathing method.

Oxygen was inhaled by Luo Ya again, flowing into the lungs along the blood, and then flowing from the lungs to the whole body.

This time, the strange power was mostly preserved.

Luo Ya frowned again, and the breathing method felt a bit strange.

Can so much energy be retained just by changing the breathing method?

It's a bit unscientific, but it's unscientific. This time, Luo Ya still hit the opponent with a hammer, and the opponent's expression became extremely wonderful.

Luo Ya smiled. It's good if it works, but I'm afraid it won't work.

Then Luo Ya began to try and make mistakes repeatedly, but the final result was that he had mastered a qualified breathing method at dawn.

There were some results, but the energy retention was only about 80% at most, and there was no more.

It seems necessary to learn the so-called breathing method. Luo Ya feels that he doesn't need to learn it specially. As long as the opponent stands in front of him and demonstrates it once, Luo Ya can probably understand the opponent's breathing method.

The sky just got up, and the morning light shone on the whole land. The sick leaf was bathing in the morning light with a peaceful and gentle expression.

"This is the breath of freedom." The sick leaf was so yearning for the sun at this time. The feeling of the sun burning the skin actually brought a hint of pleasure to the sick leaf.

The sick leaf turned into ashes with a smile on his face.

The female ghost also disappeared in the world, and the ghost blood on Roya's body gradually dissipated under the decomposition of the sun.

Roya stood up with a sense of unsatisfaction, picked up the sword and looked at it, and found that the surrounding of the sword had been corroded. Roya shook his head secretly, lamenting that his sword was probably scrapped again, threw it aside, and walked towards the road down the mountain.

After walking for a while, he met someone he didn't expect.

This is a boy with long yellow hair, part of the edge of his hair is red, with thick black sword eyebrows, his eyes are bright, wearing a coffee-colored Demon Slayer Corps uniform, and a feather with a flame pattern on the end.

Roja was slightly startled when he saw the other party. He had already guessed the other party's identity.

The only one who is so obvious is the Flame Pillar named Purgatory Xing Jurou.

The opponent's momentum was very strong, and Roja could feel that every time the opponent breathed, he would inhale a large amount of oxygen in the air.

Roja raised his eyebrows slightly. The other party's vitality was very strong and he had a strong momentum.

Purgatory Xingjuro paused when he saw Roja walking forward in a hurry. He frowned and looked at Roja and said: 'Young man, there is a strong smell on your body. Have you encountered it? where is it? ’

Purgatory Anjuro's voice is loud and powerful, and he seems to like talking like this.

Roja did not feel any malice from the other party. He pointed to the mountainside and said to Purgatory Xingjulang: "You came too late. One person was killed last night. Oh, no, there should be many people killed. Hmm. During this time.”

Purgatory Anjuro was stunned, showing a sad expression, and said with emotion: "Is it too late after all?"

Roja nodded. It is true that Purgatory Xingjuro came a little late. Even if there was no Roja on the mountain at this time, Purgatory Xingjuro would not be able to find him. Ghosts do not live in one place for a long time. According to that guy's character, He is probably planning to find another place to hide.

Feeling the long breath and long-lasting heartbeat of the other person, Roja tried to maintain the same breathing frequency with the other person.

Soon, Roja felt like a flame began to burn in his abdomen, and the power that could not be moved no matter how he used it began to transform into the flame in his abdomen.

Purgatory Xingjuro raised his thick black sword eyebrows and looked at Roja in surprise. Purgatory Xingjuro said bluntly: "The breathing rate is still too fast, slow down."

Roja nodded, took a breath, and continued to exhale again.

At this time, Purgatory Xingjulang nodded, swept away the previous grief, and said to Roja: "Okay, young man, you are very good. You have mastered the trick so quickly, which is worthy of praise. Oh, by the way, are you interested in joining the ghost team?" Kill the team?”

Roja thought for a moment and nodded.

Roja's appearance surprised Purgatory Xingjuro. Purgatory Xingjuro thought that the other party might shirk it, but he didn't expect Roja to agree so readily.

Purgatory Anjuro showed a big smile again and said to Roja: "Good-looking young man, what is your name? My name is Purgatory Anjuro. I like you very much. Are you interested in becoming my stepson?"

The so-called stepson is the so-called personal disciple. Each pillar will select some demon slayer team members with good talent and good strength to become his stepson. Infernal Anjuro asked Luo Ya to be his stepson as soon as he opened his mouth, which made Luo Ya Yadu was a little surprised.

After all, not just anyone can be a stepson.

Although the other party invited him, Roja still shook his head and smiled at Purgatory Anjuro: "Although I plan to join the Demon Slayer Corps, I don't know which breathing school I am suitable for yet. If I become your stepson rashly, It’s still a bit abrupt.”

Roja didn't say anything. Now his strength is almost equal to that of Purgatory Anjurou. If he really becomes the other party's stepson, he won't learn anything.

Purgatory Anjuro showed a look of regret and said to Roja: "Is that so? To be honest, I have been troubled by the harsh training methods and no one wants to be my "stepson". By the way, Do you know where that ghost is? I still want to kill this ghost as much as possible."

Roja said to Purgatory Xingjulang: "I have killed him on the mountainside, and now there is not even ashes left."

Purgatory Xingjuro's eyes suddenly shrank when he heard this. He looked at Roja excitedly, and murmured to Roja: "You killed the third string? No, haven't you mastered breathing yet? Moreover, you also There is no Nichirin sword, right, where is your weapon?"

Roja said casually: "Throw it away, it was damaged in a fight."

After saying that, he was about to leave. Who knew that at this time, Purgatory Xingjulang grabbed Roja's shoulders, showed a smile, and said to Roja: "Are you really not going to become my stepson?"

Roja waved his hand and interrupted the other party's words. Although Roja's behavior was a bit rude, Purgatory Anjuro was still not angry and looked at Roja with a smile.