Blazing Angel of Demon Slayer

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The man didn't answer, but led Komaji to a place in the back mountain.

What appeared in Komaji's eyes were two simple tombs, and the names of two people were engraved on the tombstones in front of them.

Qingzang Hirakawa, Qingzang Love Snow

Seeing this, Komaji's eyes were instantly bloodshot, wanting to eat.

"Impossible, why did you lie to me!"

"I've only been away for three days. When I come back this time, I'm going to marry Lianxue. After that, Master will travel with confidence."

"You're making such a joke at this time, do you want to die!"

Komaji shouted angrily, his face full of disbelief.

But his heart was already aching.

At your two tombs, he already felt the breath of Master Qingzang and Lianxue.

It's just that I don't want to believe it.

The man said with a bitter smile, "Komaji, stop talking, you should feel it, I didn't lie to you."

"On the day you left, your master and Lianxue suddenly felt unwell, and then kept vomiting blood, so they called the doctor."

"I also heard the wind and rushed over. At that time, Lianxue had passed away, and Master Qingzang was still breathing, and told me Lianxue's last words."

"Lianxue said, whether she is officially married or not, she is already your wife. She feels very happy to meet you, and I hope you will not be too sad, because, with her body, if it is not for your encouragement and encouragement, she will be your wife. Take care, maybe he died of illness a long time ago."

"After that I buried them here."

Komaji's body trembled unceasingly after hearing these words.

He stretched out a breath, feeling that something was burning deep in his brain.

"Who did it?"

The voice is calm, without any fluctuations.

However, anyone can tell that it is full of monstrous anger that wants to destroy the world.

"Sword Dojo, they have taken your Suliu Dojo."

"It is said that they poisoned it because they coveted the land of your ashram."

"Komaji, forget it, you can't deal with them alone."

"Leave here, live in another place, and forget about it."

Kendojo Komaji ignored the second half of the sentence, took a deep look at the grave, and left.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the afternoon sun is still warm, bringing vitality to everything.

In front of the Soryu Dojo, which was full of noise and fighting, Komaji stopped.

The Suliu plaque is gone, it was just removed.

And there are more than a dozen people in the kendo field wearing kendo uniforms and holding steel swords, who are training.

Seeing Komaji, a leader came over with a provocative face.

"Yo, isn't this Komaji-san?"

"What are you doing at our sword dojo? Do you want to join us?"

Click!Bang!

Like a watermelon being smashed by a hammer, red and white shoots burst out and scattered all over the ground.

Komaji withdrew his fist, shaking off the blood in disgust.

The headless corpse staggered, then fell to the ground with a plop.

Everyone was shocked, no one thought that Komaji would dare to kill people in broad daylight.

"You! How dare you!"

Komaji didn't speak, just rushed over, he was here to kill, no words needed.

Three minutes later, Komaji walked out of the Soryu Dojo, looked back, and strode away from the place where he had lived for three years, leaving behind a corpse full of broken bones and miserable death, with a strong smell of blood that was pungent and unpleasant .

At this moment, Komaji's state is not right, just like when his father died and wandered around, confused and unable to think.

Once again, important people die in their own absence.

The so-called oath to protect them with their lives is now like a joke.

Komaji's spirit collapsed, but there was a thought in his heart.

Most of the people in the kendo field are not here, they are still in the original kendo field, so they cannot be let go.

Everyone should be killed!Damn it all!

Thus, Komaji instinctively came to the location of the kendo hall.

collapse!

The gate of the kendo field shattered, and Komaji walked in silently with his head down.

Among them, there are 67 people, most of them are strong and energetic, and they are all swordsmen with good strength.

"You son of a bitch, you are so courageous!" the master of the sword field yelled loudly.

Komaji raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, with hatred in his eyes, and his expression was ferocious.

Everyone here must die!

At this time, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou was humming an unknown tune, traveling around, looking for good candidates to be his subordinates.

Suddenly, he frowned.

"The smell of blood is so strong, but there is no ghost I placed here, who did it?"

The figure flashed, and Guiwu Tsuji Wumi curiously came to the place where the smell of blood was the heaviest.

Here, he saw 67 corpses in a mess.