Chapter 265
With a crisp sound, blood stained the uniforms of the Tokito brothers, but it was the blood of Kiritani Sento.
Kiritani Sento blocked the attack in time, but the strong impact caused the wound that he had finally stopped bleeding to split again.
"Master!" Muichiro shouted, anger mixed with the flash of knife.
Yuichiro's face was livid, his anger value was already off the charts, so what about the ancestors, the graves were dug up for you.
The white clouds slowly turned red, as if the setting sun had rendered it.
In the end, the furious Tokito brothers successfully beheaded Kokushibo. Even with three transparent swordsmen, the Demon Slayer Corps still narrowly defeated the Upper Rank One.
After all, hundreds of years of experience is much more than everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps.
Tanjiro and Gyoumei Hiei hurriedly took Kiritani Sento and the other two to retreat to a safe distance.
Kokushibo's body stood in place, like an insurmountable mountain. Even after being beheaded, his body still exuded a strong pressure.
Did I...lose again?
Yoriichi, I actually lost to someone other than Yoriichi, how is this possible!
Kokushibo shouted, he was not convinced, he was unwilling to accept it.
Although Yoriichi, the strongest ghost hunter, has passed away, Kokushibo's idea of not losing to anyone and his obsession with winning are even stronger.
But he lost at this moment, Kokushibo was not convinced, his body was still waving the knife in his hand, and the majestic sword energy was spewing out.
Tanjiro and Gyoumei of Sadomasochism were like a solid barrier, blocking the attacks one by one.
Kokushibo's memory began to loosen, and an extremely familiar figure appeared in his mind.
It was Yoriichi Tsugikoku, his younger brother.
Young Yunichi carefully hid the wooden flute in his arms. His big eyes sparkled and his smile was innocent: "Brother, I will treasure this flute for the rest of my life!"
Tsukuni Yansheng turned his head with a proud look and said, "It's just a broken flute, no need to do that!"
In fact, this flute was made by Yansheng last night. He was afraid that his father would find out about the things he gave as a farewell gift, so he carved a wooden flute for his brother himself.
The two brothers were born in the samurai family Jiguo. Yunichi had a strange mark on his head when he was born. If his mother hadn't tried her best to stop him, Yunichi would have been strangled to death by his father.
In that era, twins represented bad luck, and Yunichi with the stripes was not accepted by the world.
Although Tsukuni Yansheng and Tsukuni Yunichi were twins, they were treated very differently. Yansheng was well-dressed, but Yunichi lived in a room similar to a warehouse, and the floor area of this room could only accommodate three tatami mats.
Yansheng thought it was unfair to his brother, but he was a child and could not change anything. Every time he came to see his brother, Yansheng brought delicious food and fun things. He just wanted to compensate his brother.
But if he was discovered, Yansheng would only be beaten by his father. Even if he was beaten black and blue, he would still secretly bring things to his brother.
This time, in order to prevent being discovered, he made something by himself.
Impossible, what is this!
I, I hate you, Tsugikoku Yoriichi!
You are born with transparent markings, but you are not affected by them. Why?
Why do we have to die after opening the markings? Why!
In order to surpass you, I did not hesitate to abandon my wife and children, gave up my identity as a samurai and became a demon.
I can't lose at such a high price!
Like Akaza, Kokushibo has an obsession in his heart. He doesn't want to lose.
[No, brother, you are wrong! ] Yoriichi's voice suddenly sounded, and Kokushibo was stunned for a moment.
"Yoriichi, I am not wrong!" Kokushibo roared, and his head grew back.
The reborn Kokushibo has completely turned into a monster. He has a green face and fangs, and the demon horns on his forehead are one big and one small.
Kokushibo waved the Hollow Crying God, and the blade wind came like a tide, and Tanjiro and Beimingyu Gyomei were forced to defend.
However, the two found that Kokushibo's attack had a flaw. The two looked at each other, Beimingyu Gyomei continued to defend, and Tanjiro seized the flaw and rushed out.
He swung his sword, and Kokushibo raised his hand and slashed, directly knocking Tanjiro out, but Tanjiro also left a long sword mark on his chest.
At this time, Kiritani Zhantu chopped over with his heavy body, and the rock pillar smashed down the broad axe and meteor hammer.
In the blink of an eye, Kokushibo's body was full of big holes, but these injuries were useless, he had overcome the demon's weakness.
[Brother, isn't your dream to become the strongest samurai in the world? ]
[Then I'll be the second strongest samurai in the world! ]
The innocent voice of Yoichiro from childhood rang in Kokushibo's ears. At this moment, Kokushibo caught a glimpse of his current appearance through Kiritani Sento's Nichirin Sword.
Monster!
Kokushibo was a little surprised. Is this who he is now?Is this the posture of a samurai? Is this really what I want in my heart?
Kokushibo's heart began to waver. Suddenly, the wound left by Tanjiro on his body began to collapse. No matter what, Kokushibo could not recover.
Suddenly, two pieces of wood fell out of Kokushibo's arms. It was the wooden flute he gave to Tsugikoku Yoriichi that year, but the wooden flute was cut off by him.
Kokushibo has been carrying the wooden flute close to his body for hundreds of years.
"Forget it, I lost!"
The Hollow Crying God in Kokushibo's hand turned into fragments, and he let the knives of Kiritani Zhantu and others pierce his body.
Kokushibo was in a trance. He didn't know how many years ago he had returned. At that time, he had become a ghost.
In front of him stood a white-haired old man. This was his younger brother, Tsugikoku Yoriichi, but Yoriichi's body was already exhausted.
With tears in his eyes, Yoshiichi stared at his brother with a sad face. He sighed, "You are so pitiful, brother!"
Kuroshibo didn't take the old man in front of him seriously, but the next second, Yoshiichi Tsugokuni burst out with the aura of his heyday.
Yoshiichi Tsugokuni had no regrets about his old age. He had only peak moments in his life and his strength had never declined.
He's dead!
Kokushibo even gave up the idea of escaping. No one could escape Yoshiichi's knife.
However, Yoshiichi didn't swing the second knife, and he died.
"Ahhh!" Kokushibo roared in humiliation and cut off his brother's body with a knife.
The wooden flute he carved by himself broke into two and slipped from Yoshiichi's arms.
For a moment, Kokushibo was stunned and moved.
Flute!
Kokushibo laughed at himself. What he had been pursuing was just a joke.
"Yuichi, I lost again!" Kokushibo, "Yuichi, what is the meaning of my coming to this world?"
Kiritani Sento sighed, and Tokito's brothers supported him. He had a complicated expression and said in a deep voice: "Kuroshibo, the moon is unique, why bother with the sun!"
"You have been wrong all along!"
"The barrier called talent should not block family affection!"
"Hahaha!"
"Kid, you make sense!"
"I didn't lose unfairly!"
"You are not Yuichi, and Yuichi is not you!"
Kokushibo suddenly laughed, and his eyes were fixed on the broken wooden flute until he disappeared completely.
Upper String One, Kokushibo, dead!
