Fan Made Breathing Styles Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Her eyes- sharp and glinting like polished obsidian, locked onto mine, and the temperature in the room plummeted. She raised a slender hand with deliberate, almost hypnotic precision, revealing an ornate fan. Its frame was crafted from blackened steel, delicate etchings of intricate runes glimmering faintly with an ethereal light. The fabric of the fan shimmered like woven moonlight, sharp edges glinting menacingly. This was no ordinary fan- it was a weapon, elegant yet deadly, exuding an aura of cold lethality.

A vague figure hidden in the dark green Demon Aura with a little cold air stabbed toward Ding Hao's forehead. "Damed demons, have no idea about death. Piss off!" Zhang Fan shouted and lifted up his feet. With a boom, the ground under his feet was crushed into the pattern of a spider web by a great force. The counter-force made him shoot out like a cannonball. He wielded his saber in the air. Although there was no Qi fluctuation, the powerful force directly shattered the air. The saber radiance instantly cut through the dark green Demon Qi and cut on the cold light.

"Ant, don't be arrogant!" The Son of God roared. He was the Son of God and had a high status, but he was knocked back by Chu Xun's fist. With a roar, his Internal Breath became violent. The long spear in his hand whistled and stabbed toward Chu Xun as fast as lightning. Chu Xun sneered and used his skill in his heart. Demon-slain Finger -- Killing the living by the first finger! Demon-slain Finger -- Smashing the mountain and river with the second finger!

That was the real difference. "Are you ready?" Damian asked quietly. Skylar nodded. Words weren't needed. In the next instant, she moved. Sky darted forward like lightning, her sword moving in perfect rhythm with her body, a flawless harmony of the ancient battle dance. Yet this time, there was more: the air itself began to vibrate around her as wind and fire intertwined with her steps. For a brief moment, her blade caught fire, her elemental power becoming one with her movements. The ground trembled faintly beneath her feet, and droplets of moisture from the humid air of the training hall seemed to swirl around her, guided by an invisible current.

"Boom!" Zephyr Khan stood there without dodging. He was hit hard by the divine fan. "Great!" "This guy is courting death. In this Demon-subduing Divine Fan Formation, gravity is constrained, and his body can't stand it at all. He can't even move at all. This guy is doomed!" "Yes, this guy is courting death!" In the dust, a group of people from the Divine Fan Gang looked at the location of Zephyr Khan with ecstasy and kept shouting.

“...Then show me the Strength of Tier 6 existence!..Thousand Cherry Blossoms..Scatter!..” Unlike in the manga where I copied the technique, mine was much more brutal and even more savages then anything that a swords skill should do in the world of Fantasma. The entire area of 500 meter radius around me, suddenly filled with a flowing, raining and dancing beautiful pink sakura flower petals, and in the sky there were countless blazing pink samurai swords hovering around, hanged on the sky only waiting for me to enacted my will for any of it to move at my beckon will. “...Flowers?…for a King you do have a niche taste for an attack…!!!…DON’T TOUCHED THE FLOWER PETALS!!…”. (Kulak)

"GO!" Caden didn't need to be told for the third time as he grabbed the fairy's hand and took off. Skylar groaned as her back made contact with the wall as she was thrown off, her head hitting the wall harshly. She growled, instantly getting on her four, her eyes screaming murder as she glared at the demon that was now on his feet. "you stupid piece of shit!" With a flash of dark purple orbs, Skylar tackled him to the floor once more, throwing punches on his masked face, her fingers vanished and sharp claws appeared and with another growl, she dug them deep into his chest and heaved out his heart, black blood everywhere. The man screamed and right before her eyes, he turned into dust and fad

The gusts of wind spun around her, tearing at the edges of the dust cloud, slowing the ram down. It bought us a second or two, just enough for the vortex to diverted his path. Aries veered right, his fiery horns carving a molten trench into the air that evaporated and made it more difficult to see. I tried to stand, but my legs felt like lead. The demon’s mark on my chest was burning, a rhythmic pulsing that synchronized with my heartbeat. It felt like a hot coal was buried under my skin. “You okay?” Pelin panted, dropping her stance as the wind died down.

Within a second, that powerful breeze was gone; but Asherah knew that it wasn’t really gone. “It entered the sword,” Asherah’s eyes narrowed as she continued her charge, undaunted by the new variable. As a Wind Demon, traces of wind would never evade her senses. She saw the wind rushing into Old Fan’s blade like a comet, and she couldn’t help but acknowledge that the power she felt was one that could cut though anything. “Then I too will respond as such,” Asherah mumbled to herself before drawing her own sword technique from the depths of her heart.

I begin to gasp for air. “What’s wrong, Damian? Can’t seem to breathe? Think of this as a vortex that can simply take your breath away! Just like that girl of yours seems to do. Soon you will run out of air and choke on your last breath! Your lungs have to be burning by now! Not only will Raiden be happy that you’re dead but I get a prize as well! That girl will be mine! I hope she can breathe once my dick is inside her!” He taunts. My fists clench as something takes a hold of me. My breathing evens out as I start to shift into my demon form. A deep roar escapes my chest and the tornado suddenly catches on fire.