"Click!"
Large amounts of blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and even his ears showed signs of bleeding.
Tanjiro felt a little dizzy and his mind was somewhat dazed.
Despite glancing at his severed leg, Urogi's face remained full of smiles.
"Hmph, not bad."
"I really like this style too."
Tanjiro, who was falling, crashed into the forest.
"Bang bang bang bang."
His body kept slamming into the tree branches, and the impact caused the branches to break off with a crash, then crash down to the next section.
"We must grab onto this branch!"
Stimulated by the intense pain, Tanjiro, barely regaining consciousness, grabbed hard.
He grabbed a thick tree branch, ignoring the tearing sensation in his arm muscles, and swung his entire body around.
He crashed heavily into a tree, and the impact finally slowed him down.
After repeating the process two or three times, Tanjiro finally landed successfully.
However, he also paid a considerable price.
He broke two ribs, and his right foot also broke five tree branches during the fall.
Most importantly, he can no longer feel his body.
Because of that shockwave, my whole body was paralyzed, and I couldn't hear anything.
As Tanjiro struggled to get up, he suddenly felt a weight on his feet.
Looking back, it turned out to be the severed lower leg of Urogi.
In just a few seconds, the flesh and blood on that severed leg transformed into a head.
"Urogi?!"
The transformed Urogi did not speak, but opened its mouth wide and once again condensed a ball of light.
This time, Tanjiro could no longer use his previous methods to dodge.
On the other side, Muiichiro, who had been blasted away by the Karaku, was speeding through the forest.
"I've been thrown too far; I need to get back quickly."
As he moved about, he spotted a familiar figure.
"The Mister Scribe?"
With a leap, he landed on a tree branch and shouted loudly.
What are you doing here?
Hearing someone call his name, the Scribe turned his head to look.
"Oh, it's Muiichiro. I'm cleaning."
It was only then that Muiichiro noticed that the Scribe's back was littered with corpses.
The place is full of ghost corpses!
Even though they were all dead, Muiichiro could still sense that these demons were not weak.
In a one-on-one situation, it would take me some time to kill him.
Behind the Scribe were more than twenty corpses in various shapes and sizes!
What are you doing here?
Chapter 471 Predecessor Upper Rank Three
After telling the Scribe what had happened in the village, Muiichiro then shared his own opinion.
"The village is no longer safe; the ghosts here have far exceeded the limits of what we can defend against."
As he moved, he sensed at least five powerful auras.
That sense of oppression was at least at the level of Upper Rank.
In other words, there are at least five Upper Rank swordsmen in the Swordsmith Village right now!
Although he was powerful, he was no match for the five Upper Rank.
Even with Kanroji Mitsuri and the others, there's not much hope.
Not to mention, the village also has quite a few Lower Rank- level demons.
"Let's save some skilled swordsmiths, especially the village chief and the other swordsmiths, and then leave this place."
Muiichiro's idea was not without merit, and it was a superior solution under these circumstances.
However, he overlooked one point.
"No, we must destroy all these ghosts."
"But..."
Muiichiro was about to retort, he saw the Scribe slash with his sword.
A slash flew out, passing by him and landing directly in the grass behind him.
"Ah!"
Immediately afterwards, a scream came from the bushes, and a large amount of blood splattered in the air.
Looking back, Muiichiro saw a demon that looked exactly like a rat lying on the ground.
His wide eyes were filled with confusion, as if he didn't know how he had been discovered.
Judging from his expression, it seemed he was preparing to ambush him.
Although their raw strength may not be as good as mine, their ability to conceal their presence is truly exceptional.
If they launch a sneak attack, they might actually succeed.
"Never underestimate any ghost. No matter how weak it may seem on the surface, it may still have the ability to kill you."
The Scribe's words reminded Muiichiro Hantengu, a seemingly weak old demon who was able to split into such powerful individuals.
"I understand, sir."
Just as Muiichiro lowered his head, two figures ran out of the forest.
"Help!"
Running in the lead was Kotetsu, and behind him was a Muscle Goldfish.
"A ghost created by magic?"
With a raised eyebrow, Muiichiro immediately realized that the demon was not the real one.
"Save people."
As soon as the Scribe's voice rang out, Muiichiro drew his sword and rushed over.
After chopping off the head of the Muscle Goldfish, the fish did not stop as he had expected.
The enormous fist swung out and slammed heavily towards Muiichiro.
In the critical moment, the Scribe swung his sword and shattered the pot on the Muscle Goldfish.
"This is Upper Rank Five, Gyokko's Blood Demon Art."
"The monsters summoned through the spell are powered by the pot."
"Therefore, what you need to do is not behead, but smash the pot."
Having narrowly escaped death, the still-shaken Kotetsu jumped directly onto Muiichiro.
"Oh my god, thank you so much, thank you so much!"
"I thought I was going to die, it was terrifying!"
While shedding tears, Kotetsu's hands and feet kept flailing about uncontrollably.
"I shouldn't have called you 'Seaweed Head,' I'm sorry..."
With his head tilted to the side, Muiichiro asked with some confusion.
"Seaweed head, are you referring to me?"
"Uh, no, no, you misheard."
Realizing something, Kotetsu quickly waved his hand and said.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing I need to ask you."
"It must be Tetsuana Mori and Haganezuka."
Before Kotetsu could finish speaking, Scribe interrupted.
"I couldn't find them in the village, so they must have come out."
"That's right, it's those two!"
Kotetsu was a little excited, and his words were somewhat incoherent.
As a close friend of Haganezuka, Tetsuana Mori always stayed by his side.
Even after such an incident, he still protected Haganezuka and prevented him from being disturbed.
Because Tetsuana Mori knew very well that if he stopped sharpening the knife, all his previous efforts would be wasted.
"What's the location?"
Grabbing Kotetsu by the collar, Scribe threw him into Muiichiro's arms.
"It's over there..."
He paused for a moment, but Kotetsu quickly recovered and pointed in a direction.
"Then you can leave."
As he spoke, the Scribe patted Muiichiro on the back.
"As a Pillar, is Muiichiro this what you should do, Muichiro?"
"Moreover, both Tetsuana Mori and Haganezuka are highly skilled swordsmiths."
"Leave the village to me."
Muiichiro opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more.
But he also knew that what the Scribe said was not wrong.
"I see."
After sighing, Muiichiro carried Kotetsu on his back and ran in the direction Kotetsu had pointed.
After watching the two leave, the Scribe's lips curled up slightly.
In the Swordsmith Village, too many demons that shouldn't have appeared have already appeared.
Besides Muzan, Scribe also remembers another guy who could lead so many demons out at once.
"Dichai is here too?"
With a cold smile, a hint of murderous intent flashed in the Scribe's eyes.
"Interesting fellow. I wonder if you'll give me another surprise this time."
On the other side, Dichai seemed to have noticed something and looked up in one direction.
After frowning, the inexplicable feeling in my heart disappeared.
Left with no other choice, he had to return to what he was doing now.
"So, this swordsmith, how much fresh 'knowledge' can you offer me?"
In his hands, a swordsmith was tightly strangling a neck.