I, Manye's best friend, face General Raiden at the beginning

Two unclear human figures intertwined together!

"Thunder Breathing·First Form·Thunderbolt Flash·Seven Consecutive Times!"

"Breathing of the Moon·Form 5·Moon Disaster Vortex!"

A yellow and purple lightning flashed rapidly.

A wave of multiple slashes mixed with moon marks also appeared in vain.

The collision of lightning and moon marks made the members of the Demon Slayer Corps feel a stinging pain in their eyes just by looking at it.

My eyes couldn't even keep up with the speed of the two people fighting.

Just now, at the moment when Tartaglia killed Inadama Inoyue, Fujiwara, holding the Sword of Dawn, had already taken action instantly.

Directly use the power of the Evil Eye to superimpose the Breath of Thunder.

This is to stop Kokushibo who is about to rescue Gion.

Facing this upper-rank master, she had no intention of being careless at all.

Even though Ganyu and Mr. Zhongli are standing behind her, she can still be resurrected even if she dies.

But death and injury are very painful, and she doesn't want to experience it again!

With the collision of sword skills.

Fujiwara's eyes narrowed, and he could see the moon-mark-like slash accompanied by many tiny sharp blades.

And there are no rules for the sizes!

As the sharp blade approached, countless cherry blossoms seemed to bloom and fly above the sword blade that was like the rising sun.

The yellow and purple cherry blossom petals exploded in the air as if they came into contact with tiny sharp blades.

Under this night sky, it's like fireworks blooming in a dream.

However, Kokushibo seemed to still have some strength left during the fight, and he was generous in his praise.

"Seventh Company? It's amazing that they can use the Ichi-no-kata of Thunder Call to this extent."

"With this self-created fighting technique, you can be considered the strongest in the current Demon Slayer Corps."

Regarding the beheading of Inadama Gyoyue.

He didn't seem to care too much.

He didn't like the character displayed by Xiyue in the first place.

If you die, you will die.

The two figures in the fight separated briefly.

Fujiwara held the sacred sword and was not hurt.

However, the corner of Kokushibo's clothes seemed to be charred by lightning.

"You can still brag like that, but now you are surrounded," said Fujiwara.

"Surrounded? Apart from you and that man, the others are nothing to be afraid of."

As he spoke, the Sun Blade in his hand changed.

The sword blade covered with eyes was like the trunk of a tree, with many "branches" growing on it.

It made the already weird knife look even weirder.

"You should be able to do it, right? Like that man."

"Why don't you use all your strength? If you two come together, maybe you will have the strength to fight me."

Fujiwara spread his hands and said disdainfully, "I don't need to liberate you to deal with you."

"Sir, he looks down on you, just use all your strength to crush him!"

"Right on my mind."

There was a somewhat amusing expression on Tartaglia's face beneath the mask.

It’s good that his evil eye can be released, and the secretary does have an evil eye.

But the secretary has never met Her Majesty the Queen, and her evil eye does not have the ability to liberate.

"Just watch, I'm enough."

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara obediently stepped aside and prepared to watch Tartaglia's performance quietly.

This made Kokushibo frown.

But the next moment, Tartaglia changed again after releasing the evil eye.

Water gushed out from under his feet and turned into a tornado that wrapped around him.

Intertwined with the purple lightning on his body.

The clothes on his body gradually changed into armor, which echoed the scary mask.

The aura it exuded suddenly became deeper, as if it had come down to the human world from the abyss.

Compared to the six-eyed Kokushibo, he looks more like a demon.

"He's still so handsome indeed."

Fujiwara's eyes lit up, as if there were little stars in them.

This is just like "Romantic Fort Pumpkin Cannon", both of which are girlish romance.

When watching the plot, I felt a sense of oppression when I saw the young master's "Devil's Armor".

The look of him falling from the sky was very similar to when Madang faced Hera.

Thinking of this, she retreated to Ganyu's side.

Then I heard Ganyu say, "This transformation must be very taxing on his body."

"Yeah, this is called the Demon King Armor. You need to rest for a long time every time you use it."

She winked at Ganyu and said, "So, I'll have to trouble Ganyu then."

"Well, I will."

"Is it just that Qianhua won't join in the action?"

"This ghost shouldn't be that simple."

Fujiwara shook his head, "Let the young master fight for a while. After all, this is the battle he is looking forward to."

"Um, can Ganyu give me a buff?"

"what?"

Ganyu was stunned.

I didn't understand what BUFF was for a while.

"Well, is there any of that kind? Give it to me in advance."

"Then, if I get hurt in battle, I will be able to recover automatically?"

"Yes, I did that during the Demon War."

After saying that, Ganyu reached out and grabbed Qianhua's hand.

I felt my hand being held by another slightly cool little hand.

Fujiwara was stunned.

She was someone who was willing to fight to the death even when facing General Lei Dian, but now she was a little panicked, as if her brain was suddenly shutting down.

Instinctively, his fingers closed and held Ganyu's small hand.

There is absolutely no idea that Ganyu’s wife’s hands are soft.

At this moment, Fujiwara's mind was blank.

exe. Fujiwara Chika stopped running

Ganyu was slightly stunned when she felt the touch of her palm, then she smiled slightly.

A bit of "Qilin blood" was passed through the clenched hands.

It gave Fujiwara the ability to recover quickly even if he was injured in battle.

"Chika?"

Ganyu called out softly.

In fact, it only takes a moment to transmit this ability.

But Qianhua still held her hand, which made her feel a little strange.

Hmm, Qianhua's palms seem to be sweating.

It shouldn't be a big deal, right?

"Ah ah ah."

Fujiwara came back to his senses, his face slightly flushed.

He turned his head away embarrassedly and wanted to whistle.

But, for some reason, the whistle just wouldn’t work.

Fortunately, the members of the Demon Slayer Corps didn’t look here, otherwise it would have been so embarrassing.

But what she didn't notice was.

Zhongli behind him watched silently.

Even though he knows a thing or two about many things.

I was also a little confused when I saw the girl's behavior.

Chapter 5: Little Jio in the Cold Winter

"Why did my mind go blank just now?"

"Shouldn't we just feel Ganyu's softness?"

“It feels like a loss of 100 million!”

Fujiwara was anxious.

But he still looked like he was whistling and watching the young master's performance.

Well, the whistle just doesn't make any sound, which seems a bit flawed.

His left hand naturally grabbed his right hand holding the sword.

"It seems like there's nothing wrong with touching a beautiful girl's hand."

"My brain just crashed. It must be because of the [Blood of the Qilin]."

she thought.

After all, she = beautiful girl, Ganyu = beautiful girl.

Then being held by Ganyu's hand equals being held by one's own hand.

In this Ganges River.

Just when Fujiwara was daydreaming.

Tartaglia has already started fighting with Kokushibo.

The members of the Demon Slayer Corps were so overwhelmed by the scene that they felt like it was a fight between gods.

The young man wore a mask and armor on his face, with his feet hanging in the air like a demon descending to the earth.

With every move, the two elements of thunder and water are released freely.

Every movement he made was like teleportation, and he would cut or hack at various tricky places.

Purple lightning, water arrows and the moon-marked sharp blades all over the sky intertwined.