"Eh... this is worth a lot of money."
The blacksmith boss looked at the gold-containing ore in Zhenshan's hand in surprise. After reaching out to take it, he simply weighed it and determined the approximate amount of gold contained in it based on its weight.
"With this weight, it's more than enough to forge a sword with sapphire ore. I'll probably have to give you a hundred and fifty silver."
If this money were left in an ordinary civilian family, it would not be able to be spent in ten years. If it were replaced by it, the former Zhenjiang would undoubtedly not be able to calm down, but now she just smiled cutely and said: "Then please."
After seeing the swordsmanship, money could no longer move her.
"Good!"
The blacksmith boss immediately responded cheerfully.
Seeing that Zhen Shi was unmoved by so much money, he was convinced that Zhen Shi was a girl from a wealthy family. As for where Zhen Shi came from this gold mine, he knew that he shouldn't ask more.
"Just come and pick it up in five days. Please keep the money."
The blacksmith boss put away the gold mine, found another one hundred and fifty silver and handed it to Zhenshan.
Zhenji took the money, waved his hand and left the blacksmith shop.
"A wealthy family..."
The blacksmith boss sighed with emotion. This amount of money was almost his annual income, but Zhen Shang didn't seem to care and didn't even count it.
The more he didn't care, the less he dared to have other thoughts, and he honestly began to build a custom-made sword for Zhenshan according to Zhenshan's description.
Five days later.
Masaki got his first steel-forged sword.
The sword forged from sapphire ore had a blue luster all over its body and was heavier than she expected, but she could still swing it easily.
"It feels completely different from the wooden sword. It seems that I need to get used to it."
Makoto waved the sword in his hand, and then whispered thoughtfully.
She can already cut through steel by wielding a wooden sword. Now that she has a good sword, both the destructive power and the power of swordsmanship will be greatly improved, but before that she has to adapt to being much heavier than a wooden sword. of this weight.
Masaki left the blacksmith shop.
After a while.
She came to a small courtyard in the northwest corner of the town.
This is the place where she rented temporarily in recent days. She originally considered whether to buy it. The money was almost enough, but she thought that she would use up all the money and not know how to make money next, so she still saved some. Temporary rental.
"Master said that there are few people in this world who are better than me in swordsmanship, but... am I really that strong?"
Zhenji stood in the center of the small courtyard, stroking the blue jade sword in his hand and murmuring.
She originally believed that she was very strong, but after witnessing Feng Ye slashing out an abyss like a chasm with her broken wooden sword, she began to doubt herself a little.
But those words were said to her by Feng Ye. Feng Ye probably wouldn't deceive her. It would be great if she could have an opponent who could let her measure her strength now.
never mind.
Don't think so much, just get used to the new sword as soon as possible.
Zhenshen shook his head, threw all the messy thoughts behind him, and began to exercise.
that's all.
Five days passed in a flash, and Zhen Shi gradually adapted to the weight of the blue jade sword, and gradually integrated the training he had done in the past to carve out his own swordsmanship.
Once she enters a state of diligent practice, she hardly cares about the outside world and practices day and night.
The dim black mist shrouded the sky, even covering the dim moon. Zhenji was still standing alone in the small courtyard, waving the sword in his hand.
I don’t know when.
She stopped and looked up at the sky, frowning slightly.
"There seems to be a very uneasy atmosphere in the sky tonight."
Makoto murmured.
Having reached a certain level of swordsmanship, she could already sense the breathing of all things. In this state, she could faintly hear some unusual sounds and sense the oppressive atmosphere tonight.
This atmosphere was hidden under the night, so she couldn't tell the source for a while, but it gave her a very uncomfortable feeling, which she had never encountered before.
Sudden.
It was as if lightning flashed across my heart.
"This is... the smell of blood!"
Zhenjiu's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly turned his head and looked in one direction of the town.
Chapter 8 Winding·Three!
A corner of the town.
The smell of blood is pungent.
What can be seen is a huge hole in the courtyard wall that has been damaged. The courtyard is in a mess, and the front of the house has completely collapsed into wood chips.
Scarlet flesh was scattered everywhere.
A figure could be seen grabbing the indescribable bloody fragments with his hands, and kept putting them into his mouth, feasting on them.
Behind the cupboard of the house, a lonely young man was huddled there, with a pale face and frightened eyes. He covered his mouth desperately, trying not to make a sound.
But one cannot remain quiet under intense fear.
“The fresh ones are the most delicious.”
The ghost that was eating the corpse grinned and uttered inarticulate sounds while eating.
Of course, he had already discovered that there was another person hiding in the cupboard, but he regarded that person as a second dinner and was not in a hurry to kill him. It was more fresh when he was alive.
"Ah... ah..."
The boy hiding in the cupboard finally couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart, collapsed due to fear, let out a scream, and rushed out with a bang, trying to escape outside.
The ghost who was eating the corpse had bloodshot eyes in his scarlet eyes. He grinned, and suddenly burst out at a speed far exceeding that of a normal human, and grabbed the escaping boy.
The boy's heart was filled with fear, and he finally passed out with his eyes rolled.
And just at this time.
laugh!
A beam of blue light cut through the night sky.
The ghost who rushed towards the boy froze his whole body at the door. A line of blood appeared on his two arms. The blood line spread all the way to cover the entire arm, and finally broke into pieces of flesh and scattered.
Zhenji appeared in the small courtyard, holding his sword in his hand, staring at the man-eating evil ghost in front of him, his face was a little pale, and he was obviously a little uncomfortable with such a terrifying scene for a while.
"what are you?"
Holding back the discomfort, Zhenshen spoke in a deep voice to the other party.
Although the other person still looked like a human, she knew that the other person was definitely not a human due to his weird appearance, the horrific behavior of cannibalism, and his completely different feeling from a normal person!
"Such a strong swordsmanship, is he a member of the Demon Slayer Squad?"
The man-eating evil ghost moved his head little by little and turned his gaze to Zhen Xi. A pair of scarlet eyes showed a little bit of madness. He paused for a moment on the sword in Zhen Xi's hand and suddenly revealed a light.
"No!"
"You are not from the Demon Slayer Corps... This is not the Nichirin Sword!"
The previous sword attack by Maoshan made him feel a strong sense of oppression and threat. He was already ready to escape, but at this time he unexpectedly discovered that the sword in Maoshan's hand was not the demon-slaying Nichirin sword, but just an ordinary sword. , his face suddenly showed a ferocious joy.
Zhi!
At the next moment, his arm that had been cut into pieces by Zhen Lian regrown at an extremely fast speed, and then his whole body rushed towards Zhen Lian.
Without the Nichirin Sword, no matter how strong his swordsmanship is, he will not be afraid, because it is impossible to kill him!
“…”
Seeing the opponent's terrifying regeneration ability, Zhenji's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't panic at all. He held his sword in his little hand and swung it forward suddenly.
In an instant, the swords gleamed.
There seemed to be shining cherry blossoms flying under the dark night.
The man-eating evil ghost that rushed towards Zhenshi stopped in an area about three feet away from Zhenshi. Countless blood lines appeared on his body, and then his whole body collapsed with a crash and was split into countless pieces by Zhenshi.
However.
Because the sword that Maoshan was holding was not a Nichirin sword, even such a slash could still not cause fatal damage. The pieces of flesh scattered on the ground quickly gathered and squirmed toward the center, and in just a few seconds, they condensed into a human form.
"It's really terrifying swordsmanship, better than all the Demon Slayer guys I've ever encountered. If you had the Nichirin Sword, I would have been killed by you, but without the Nichirin Sword... you can't do anything to me at all. !”
"If I can eat you, my strength will definitely rise a lot. Maybe I can be favored by that adult and be promoted to the Twelve Ghost Moon..."
The man-eating evil spirit who had reorganized his body became more and more excited as he talked, and his whole face became distorted. He burst out laughing crazily, and ferociously pounced on Masaki again.
Uh-huh!
With an extremely nimble jump, Zhenji looked like a small fox in the dark night. He immediately jumped onto the wall outside the courtyard, avoiding the opponent's attack.
This was her first real fight since practicing swordsmanship, or in other words, it was her first fight, she had never fought before.
Now, for the first time, she has turned the swordsmanship she has mastered into actual combat power.
Uh-huh!
Zhen Xiang swung his sword again.
The sword light circulated, from top to bottom, turning into a criss-crossing cyan sword net, covering the entire courtyard. The earth suddenly criss-crossed and was cut into a grid shape, and the man-eating evil ghost once again He was cut into pieces without any resistance.
"it's useless!"
"Such an attack won't kill me, so just be obedient and become my food!"
The reorganized man-eating demons roared ferociously, and fiercely pounced on the real wild rice on the courtyard wall.
However.
Such a scene was completely unable to shake Maoshan's heart. She swung the sword in her hand again and again, each time more skillfully than before, and each blow was more powerful than before.
[There is nothing that cannot be defeated by swordsmanship. If there is, it is just practice that is not enough]
This was what Feng Ye once said to her, and it was something she kept in mind. It was constantly lingering in her ears, making her eyes more pure and calm.
Gradually.
Zhen Shi just waved her sword casually, and the man-eating evil ghost was broken over and over again under her sword, and was chopped into pieces by her over and over again.
The ghost with the powerful regeneration ability unexpectedly became an excellent 'whetstone' for her, allowing her to gradually master the swordsmanship and gradually develop some sword moves that were very suitable for her.
"It's useless... You can't be killed like this..."
"When your energy is exhausted..."
I don’t know how many times he was beheaded, but the man-eating evil ghost was still roaring, trying to destroy Zhen Shi’s fighting spirit.
Zhenshen, who had never responded, finally spoke softly after swinging her sword again. She asked a rhetorical question:
"Isn't your breathing getting weaker and weaker?"
"What breath?"
The man-eating evil ghost was startled for a moment, not understanding what Zhenshi said, but he soon discovered that after being chopped into pieces by Zhenshi again, he felt a sense of heaviness.
Every cell in the body seems to have become heavier. Although it is still reorganizing and regenerating, it has become very strenuous.
In the final analysis, the ghosts in this world are just some kind of cell mutation, a life that has undergone abnormal evolution. Even if it has strong regeneration ability, it is not infinite.
Mako doesn't have the Nichirin Sword, so he can't directly cause fatal injuries to the ghost, but countless slashes are enough to cause huge damage to the ghost's cells, pushing it to the limit of regeneration.
"Oops... Oops..."
"This woman..."
"Although I don't have a Sun Blade, I can't bear having my body chopped into pieces countless times. My recovery ability has its limits... Even if I can't die like this, I will completely lose the strength to move. When the sun comes out tomorrow, I will He's dead..."
After realizing that his regeneration was getting more and more difficult, the cannibal finally panicked.
Never encountered such a situation!
Either the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Team are stronger and kill the demon, or the opponent cannot kill the demon easily, and they use their regeneration ability to constantly replace the wounds and wear them down to death.