Fan Made Breathing Styles Demon Slayer นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Wilson sneered and once again attacked Andrius. This time, the ferocious palm wind scraped past Andrius’ face from several meters away. As soon as the true energy of the Nascent Soul stage appeared, the surrounding area was filled with strong winds, howling incessantly. “Mystic Dark Demon Palm!” He shouted, using the Dark Demon Sect’s signature skill. As soon as he did, a surging demonic aura suddenly rose all around, accompanied by the crying of ghosts and howling of wolves, making everyone shudder.

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.

With his energy unstable, however, his openings were easier to exploit. "Ahh, so boring." Ren yawned as he stepped forward. He weaved through the rocks and tapped them with his free hand. Each were destroyed as he moved. The area was covered in dust. 'Point Break!' Ren activated his Fan technique. *Chak!* When the fan closed and all his energy concentrated, Ren struck against the unstable silhouette. The weak point happened to be the head. *Crack!* With the manifestation broken, Ren continued his attack. The fan hitting against Lan Rai's forehead.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

The job requires targeted strategies and calculations, especially until to be dubbed a Legend in this volatile economic period, that person must have a sharp intuition like a Damascus sword "This fool begged me to be his partner in crime, even though he had impregnated another woman. If I hadn't known him for a long time and understood that he was so stupid, I would have slapped him back and forth on charges of abuse..." Ariesta folded her arms over her chest. As usual in all sentences he spoke softly. But this one is really satire "Help friends don't be angry..." Edzar muttered. "If you had a little guts, you would have stayed in the aokigahara forest with Ayumi to avoid your father, rather

He stalked stealthily closer to his sleeping wife, eyes staring intensely at her unconscious form. He blew on her and her brows scrunched cutely. He lifted a hand, lightly cascading his fingers through her scarlet crown. His wife might not have noticed it but he didn’t need to breathe. That was also why he had no issue swimming in the lake that day. His Lycan breathed, his demon didn’t. He drew his face close to her and breathed in her hypnotizing scent. She began to stir, before blinking blearily at him. “Laylin,” He whispered, leaning closer as he bent further down to her level, letting the name flow in a whisper over her cheeks.

The old man gritted his teeth, enduring his pain, and forced himself to get up. He then called the others to charge at Fane. “Grahh!” The group drew out their fine swords, one by one, and rushed toward Fane. “Since you guys want to dance with death so badly, I’ll grant your wish!” Fane flipped his palm, and the black-metal sword appeared in his hand. Fwoosh! Fane flicked his wrist as slashes from the sword formed terrifying pressurized wind blades that flew toward the group. Just like that, the men fell to the floor, lifeless.

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The blade whistled away, its glowing blue blade faded to nonexistence, and the brat crash landed near the crack. He stalked over, his fingers curling, and he eyed the tendrils of hell energy latch onto demon son. It kept the struggling, snarling, white-blonde brat in place and he was pleased to see both fear and exhaustion bleed into the black eyes. A soft sigh left Dean lips and he stretched his whole body; rolled his shoulders and neck, and twisted his wrists and ankles in anticipation.

The heatwave burnt a big hole out of the void around it. Faizan sneered with hatred. "It's time for you to die!" The Seven Bird Feather Flame Fan shimmered in divine light with numerous streaks of philosophy on it. Next, Faizan waved the fan. Several flames flew toward Carson and Severin. The flames were a blend of red and yellow color just like the color of a sunset. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth became unstable and active. Carson took out his black sword. It vibrated and created a humming sound. The swordwill shot to the sky and pierced through many layers of dark clouds.