Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The fire breath that belongs exclusively to Rengoku Hengjuro.

What does this mean?

Makijuro was stunned, and his mind was a little confused.

Without giving him time to think carefully, Lin Heng's low voice sounded.

"Flame Breath, my style, one form, unknown fire."

Swish——!

The exploding golden flames burst out from the bottom of his feet, and Lin Heng's figure disappeared in an instant.

Looking down from the night sky, a red-gold line of fire passed through the center of the courtyard of the Rengoku family, and the flames dissipated. When Lin Heng appeared again, he had already arrived above Makijuro.

"My style, the third form, the air flames of all things."

A powerful blow penetrated from top to bottom, and the golden flames on the Sun Wheel Sword almost burned Makijuro's face!

In the shrinking pupils of the decadent uncle, only the red gold blade was constantly expanding.

Was he so fast before! ?

The sword skills switched so smoothly, was the restriction lifted?

Can I block it? I'm afraid it's too late...

Will I... die here?

Ruka...

At this moment, time seemed to be stretched, and it started to play frame by frame in slow motion. Countless thoughts rolled through Makijuro's mind.

Although he was still a little dazed, his body, which had experienced many battles, was still making subconscious judgments. The Sun Wheel Sword blocked his chest, and Makijuro jumped to the side with all his strength.

"You can't react now? I'll let you go for now."

Lin Heng, who was in mid-air, shook his head when he saw that he almost chopped off Makijuro's revolving lantern with one sword, and the ruthless sun wheel sword in his hand changed from slashing to slashing.

Dang——!

Makijuro, who barely parried, was blown away in an instant, and he stopped after knocking down two small trees in a row.

"Ahem, the opponent just held back and changed his tactics, otherwise the previous attack would have been easy to finish."

Spitting out a mouthful of turbid blood, Makijuro's brain cleared up and straightened his body.

"You can still stand up, so keep fighting."

Golden flames wrapped around his feet, Lin Heng appeared like a ghost, and a series of continuous slashes pressed towards Makijuro.

"Seventh Form, Dancing Scorching Fangs!"

Makijuro fought back fiercely, slashing out interlaced Flame Wolf Fangs, hoping to suppress Lin Heng's activity space by covering a wide area with the Seventh Form.

"Land form, Fierce Falcon."

With extreme speed and penetration, Lin Heng leaped into the air and turned into a Flame Eagle. He pierced all the wolf fangs with a sharp knife and then rushed forward.

The two figures, one gold and one red, were tightly biting each other again, and Lin Heng kept chasing Shinjuro.

Damn, it was completely different from before. How could the sword skills be transformed so smoothly, and the power was much greater than normal.

How did he do this! ?

In close combat, this time Makijuro was defeated and completely suppressed.

"Flame Tiger, Flame Tiger, Flame Tiger, damn it!"

Makijuro, who was continuously suppressed, roared.

However, the Five Form, which required a short period of power before use, could not be used at all. Makijuro was like a small boat swaying in the wind and rain, allowing Lin Heng to rub him at will, and could only support himself.

As if seeing through Makijuro's weakness, Lin Heng casually slashed down with a side knife.

It's time to end.

A majestic tiger roar sounded, and golden flames entangled Lin Heng's body.

"Five-type, Flame Tiger!"

"Damn it, where is his power?"

In Makijuro's dull and puzzled eyes, the golden flames took on the shape of a tiger, roaring and brushing past from the side, blasting him far away.

Huge dust flew up in balls, and Makijuro, who had knocked down a group of trees again, stood up and walked out of the smoke.

Although he looked embarrassed, the decadent uncle who stood up had a light in his eyes again.

"How did you do it? This kind of flame breath is abnormally strong."

Lin Heng raised his eyebrows and did not explain immediately.

"There is still one last move that has not been tried, right."

"Ahem, yes, this confrontation is not complete enough."

Makijuro smiled slightly, not frustrated.

"I think I think too highly of myself when I say it's a fight. It should be education, but there is indeed one move left."

Reaching out and stroking his chest, Makijuro's posture of gathering strength was perfect.

The scorching flames began to pump out from his heart, igniting his entire body. The flames spread from the inside out, rapidly expanding into a dragon-like shape that wrapped around his entire body.

In the raging dragon of flames, Makijuro's voice came clearly.

"Breathing of Flame, Secret, Nine Forms, Purgatory!"

As the words fell, the flaming dragon opened its eyes and roared over, burning the ground wherever it passed.

A dark charred line appeared.

"The momentum is good, but unfortunately, it belongs to someone else."

He tapped his chest lightly, and golden flames rose. Without waiting for the wings of the divine bird behind him to fully open, Lin Heng rushed down to meet the fire dragon from top to bottom.

The divine bird cried, the dragon roared, and the two phantoms formed by the flames collided fiercely.

A huge twisted fire tornado erupted at the center, and the two-color flames, one gold and one red, spiraled up continuously.

The rocky ground was opened up inch by inch by the huge power of the collision. The broken stone slabs were swept into the air and turned into powder by the terrifying power. The thick black smoke obscured the figures of the two.

Bang——!

A figure popped out from the center, rolled back and forth in the air and fell to the ground. He was charred all over, and struggled a few times, but couldn't get up again.

Rengoku Makijuro, get out.

"Ahem, such a big smoke. I've gone a little too far this time."

Lin Heng swung his sword and slashed. The thick black smoke was dispersed by the explosive air pressure. The moonlight illuminated the figures of the two people in the martial arts field, one standing and the other kneeling.

Makijuro barely raised his head, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable luster, and said weakly but expectantly.

"What on earth is going on? How did you achieve that level of fire breathing?"

Lin Heng smiled slightly.

It's not the fire breathing you remember, but the degree of fatality is no different...

"Want to know? Sure."

After spinning a few sword flowers and sheathing the Sun Wheel Sword, Lin Heng walked forward with a smile and extended a hand to Makijuro to support him.

"Get up, call the ancestors first."