In the middle of a barren mountain, an ancient and dilapidated earth temple lies quietly in the silence of nature.

The temple has been eroded by wind and rain for hundreds of years, and the traces of time have carved deep wrinkles on its stone brick walls.

The eaves are slanted, the tiles are broken, and the stone steps in front of the temple gate have been covered with moss, as if the earth has lovingly embraced it.

In this barren mountain land temple, a Japanese samurai sits in the center of the temple, as if time is frozen here, and his existence is a part of this barren mountain.

He wears a traditional samurai attire with a black kimono with bright red bands intertwined across his chest.

Two knives, one long and one short, hung from his waist, their blades flashing with cold light, revealing calmness and majesty.

The samurai's face was solemn and calm, and his eyes were deep, as if they could penetrate the layers of time.

His hands rested on his laps, and his fingertips tapped lightly against the hilt of the knife with a faint but regular sound.

He sat in the middle of the temple, as if waiting for someone to arrive, but in this tranquil mountain wilderness, there was only silence and the sound of the breeze.

The interior of the temple is dim and plain, but some of the old frescoes on the walls depict legends and myths from the past.

The faint scent of sandalwood from the incense burner and the flickering candlelight add a mystical atmosphere to the tranquility.

In the solemn silence of this barren mountain land temple, the Japanese samurai sat quietly, and at the foot of the mountain near the barren mountain land temple, a young Taoist priest slowly walked up the mountain.

He wore a shabby robe, and the patches and signs of wear on the robe indicated that it had accompanied him through a long time.

The color of the robe has faded, but it is still a symbol of solemnity in any case.

The young Taoist priest's face was delicate, and his eyebrows revealed tenacity and determination.

His hair fluttered in the wind, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was full of anticipation for the mountain road ahead.

He clenched a golden Changge in both hands, and the iron rod of Changge flashed with ancient ornaments, as if it possessed a mysterious power.

The young Taoist priest's footsteps are light, as if they are in harmony with the earth.

He ascended slowly, steady and firm with every step, as if he was chasing some kind of fate.

The barren mountain and land temple behind him gradually faded away in his eyes, but his eyes were always locked on the unknown on the top of the mountain.

Xu Fu slowly approached the temple, his golden Changge shimmering in the sunlight, like a golden light cutting through the tranquility of the temple.

Miyamoto Ichiro sat in the temple, his twin knives still hanging from his waist, his gaze turning to him the moment Xu Fu approached.

Miyamoto Ichiro's brow furrowed slightly, his hand gently gripping the hilt of the sword, and watching the strange Taoist priest warily.

Xu Fu stopped at the entrance of the temple, his eyes were deep, as if he could see everything.

The atmosphere between the two instantly became tense and full of gunpowder. The battle between Xu Fu and Miyamoto Ichiro is full of gunpowder, and the two are agile and skilled in martial arts.

Xu Fu waved the golden Changge, and the tip of the knife slashed out with silver light, attacking Miyamoto Ichiro's upper body.

Miyamoto Ichiro's short knife met with a short hand, defused this move, and then counterattacked, and the long knife cut a semicircle and attacked Xu Fu's waist.

Xu Fu quickly retreated, dodging Miyamoto Ichiro's attack, and then flew up and jumped, and Changge slashed down from top to bottom.

Ichiro Miyamoto dodged properly, moved his body to the side, and at the same time swept with a sword, defusing Xu Fu's attack.

The moves of the two men were swift and coherent, with staggered blades and sparks flying.

Ichiro Miyamoto's twin knives dance like the wind, sometimes defensive, sometimes onslaught.

And Xu Fu's Changge is unpredictable, spinning, swinging, bayonets, both offensive and defensive.

Their movements are like a gorgeous dance, and every move is full of deadly threats.

The pace of the battle was extremely fast, breathing was rapid, and the atmosphere in the temple was tense to the extreme.

The battle between Seo Fu and Miyamoto Ichiro escalated further, with the two men's moves becoming more aggressive, each move fraught with devastating threats.

Ichiro Miyamoto suddenly launched a series of attacks, swinging his twin blades like a whirlwind, the blades cutting through the air and launching fierce attacks on various parts of Seo Fu.

Xu Fu dodged like a fish swimming in water, and Changge formed a solid defense line in the air, blocking Miyamoto Ichiro's attacks one by one.

When Xu Fu's opportunity to fight back came, he let out a roar of rage, and Changge slashed down from top to bottom, like a thunderous blow.

Miyamoto Ichiro didn't dare to be careless, and met with two knives, and the moment the blades met, dazzling firelight and piercing metal collision broke out in the air.

The bodies of the two dodged one after another, dodging each other's attacks and quickly counterattacking.

Xu Fu's Changge dances like a dragon and is powerful, while Miyamoto Ichiro's twin knives are precise and cunning, each aimed at a deadly part.

During the battle, their muscles tensed and sweated, but their eyes were still as sharp as eagles.

It was a life-and-death struggle, and every moment was fraught with danger and determination.

Suddenly, Xu Fu unleashed a jaw-dropping stunt.

He lifted Chang Geping above his head, spun it around a few times, and then stabbed it down.

Ichiro Miyamoto didn't have time to react, and was hit by this move, and the whole person was bounced away and fell to the floor of the temple.

Ichiro Miyamoto quickly stood up, his forehead already soaked with a drop of sweat, and his eyes were full of tenacity.

He picked up his twin knives and re-prepared for the battle, the battle was not over, and both mortal enemies knew that it was a decisive matchup, that the winner would be the ultimate winner, and that the outcome of the battle was still up in the air.

Ichiro Miyamoto unleashed a barrage of swift attacks, his twin blades flashing in the air.

Xu Fu stabilized his body and quickly blocked every attack with Changge, but the pressure gradually increased.

Miyamoto Ichiro's attack speed was dazzling, and he seemed to turn into a gust of wind, slamming into Xu Fu's defense.

Xu Fu is worthy of being a master, his skills are extremely nimble, he dodges Miyamoto Ichiro's fierce attacks, and then quickly counterattacks.

Changge churned like a giant dragon and stabbed Miyamoto Ichiro in the chest.

Ichiro Miyamoto dodged sideways while countering with a short knife, the blade only inches away from Seo Fu's cheek.

Xu Fu's heart beat faster, and he could feel Miyamoto Ichiro's ferocity, but he was as calm as ice and held his ground.

The sound of the battle between Changge and Shuangdao continued to sound, and it seemed like a violent thunderstorm in the temple.

Suddenly, Xu Fu quickly stabbed out with his backhand with his golden Changge, and the attack speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch.

Miyamoto Ichiro could only urgently block it with a short knife, but Xu Fu's attack became more and more violent, and Changge's blade made a piercing grinding sound on the short knife.

Not to be outdone, Ichiro Miyamoto tensed his muscles, tried his best to resist Seo Fu's attack, and then fought back, trying to find Seo Fu's flaws.

Their battle is at a fever pitch, with both samurai giving it their all and fighting for victory.

Ichiro Miyamoto swung his twin knives fiercely, slashing at Seo Fu one after another, and Seo Fu kept retreating, skillfully dodging each deadly attack.

His skills are like a spiritual snake, sometimes jumping, sometimes sliding sideways, always resolving crises at the last moment.

Xu Fu was not to be outdone, his Changge burned like a flame in his hand.

He quickly stabbed Ichiro Miyamoto in the waist with the tip of his knife, and Ichiro Miyamoto urgently dodged sideways, but Changge cut a shallow mark on his side.

The battle intensified, and the atmosphere in the temple was intense, and the clothes of the two warriors were already in tatters, and sweat soaked their bodies.

But their eyes are still as sharp as swords, and they will never show weakness.

Suddenly, Ichiro Miyamoto unleashed a shocking trick.

His blades quickly crossed to form an impregnable line of defense, and then soared into the air.

Xu Fu instantly felt a huge pressure, and he had to use the golden long ge to meet the attack.

Changge and the twin knives collided in mid-air, making a huge impact sound.

Xu Fu felt that the strength of his whole body was oppressed, and he gritted his teeth and desperately resisted Miyamoto Ichiro's attack.

At this moment, the muscles of the two tensed, sparks flew everywhere, and the air in the temple seemed to be penetrated by electricity.

The battle continues, and the duel of this move is only a small climax in the battle.

They all know that this decisive battle is not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of will.

The battle returned to the temple floor in an instant, and the two samurai's moves became more aggressive and faster.

Ichiro Miyamoto unleashed a series of rapid slashes with his twin blades, and Xu Fu's golden Changge spun in the air, blocking these fierce attacks.

Xu Fu's physical strength was constantly depleted, but he did not let his guard down and continued to look for opportunities to fight back.

Xu Fu suddenly launched an unexpected change of move, his Changge suddenly flipped between Miyamoto Ichiro's double swords, and slashed a knife into Miyamoto's lower body, this move was surprisingly successful, almost causing Miyamoto Ichiro's leg to be hit.

Ichiro Miyamoto immediately bounced away and quickly rose into the air, his body like a meteor, rushing towards Xu Fu's sky.

Xu Fu tried to intercept Miyamoto Ichiro with Changge, but Miyamoto Ichiro was lightning fast, and he avoided Xu Fu's attack.

The two intertwined in the air of the temple hall and launched a series of stormy attacks.

Xu Fu's Changge and Miyamoto Ichiro's twin knives intertwined, the blades flickering, and the temple filled the temple with the sound of sparks and metal clashing.

Their breath was rapid, their muscles were full and tense, and the battle had left them bloodshot, but their determination never wavered.

This is an otherworldly martial arts duel, and both samurai are pursuing victory with their lives, unwilling to give up or show weakness.

The battle between Seo Fu and Ichiro Miyamoto entered a deeper realm, and it seemed that time itself was frozen in their moves.

Miyamoto's twin blades resemble a pair of ferocious ghosts, threatening to destroy with each swing.

His attacks were fast and accurate, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws, but Xu Fu's body was like flowing water, and he always maintained a surprising agility.

Seo Fu constantly tried to break through Miyamoto Ichiro's defenses, his golden long ge dancing in the air, the blade unusually sharp.

Each confrontation was accompanied by the roar of metallic sounds, as if a fierce symphony was playing in the temple.

Ichiro Miyamoto suddenly changed his move, and stabbed Xu Fu in the chest with two knives, and the speed was dazzling.

Xu Fu urgently shifted his body, barely avoiding it, and at the same time counterattacked with Changge, the tip of the knife slashed through Miyamoto Ichiro's arm, leaving a shallow mark.

Miyamoto's pupils constricted, and his attacks became more ferocious.

He suddenly soared into the air and swept with a knife, trying to cut off Xu Fu's head.

Xu Fu felt the threat of death, and he instantly lowered his head to dodge, the blade brushing his hair, making a terrifying screeching sound.

Then, Xu Fu's counterattack came, and he stabbed Changge into Miyamoto Ichiro's abdomen with incredible power.

Ichiro Miyamoto forced his sideways to dodge, but Choge's blade left a deep wound on his costume.

Both warriors were exhausted, sweat soaking through their costumes, but the battle continued.

Their strength and skills continue to burst out, showing the pinnacle of martial arts, every move is deadly, and every moment is the possibility of a decisive battle.

In the temple, the battle between Xu Fu and Miyamoto Ichiro entered a climax, and the figures of the two shuttled like lightning, swords and swords intertwined.

Ichiro Miyamoto unleashed a fierce series of attacks with twin blades, each accompanied by a whistling sound, in an attempt to break down Seofu's defenses.

Seo Fu kept retreating, dodging Miyamoto Ichiro's onslaught, and then quickly counterattacked.

His golden long song danced like a dragon, and the blade drew graceful arcs, trying to find Miyamoto Ichiro's flaws.

Miyamoto's body is extremely flexible, he sometimes rises in the air, sometimes dodges sideways, and he can dodge almost every fatal attack.

The rhythm of his attacks was like a tidal wave, hitting wave after wave, leaving Xu Fu with little respite.

Xu Fu was as calm as ice, and he waited for the right time while dodging.

Finally, he caught the moment when Ichiro Miyamoto's offensive was slightly relaxed.

In a moment of staggered blades, he quickly seized the opportunity and stabbed the golden long brother into Ichiro Miyamoto's waist.

Ichiro Miyamoto sensed the crisis, but before he could dodge it completely, the blade of the long blade slashed through his abdomen, leaving a deep wound.

The pain made him grit his teeth, but instead of flinching, he stepped up his attack.

The twin knives swung fiercely, and he tried to push Xu Fu into a corner.

And Xu Fu coped calmly, although his body was tired, his determination was still firm.

He swung his long go, trying to block Ichiro Miyamoto's twin knives and looking for the next chance to fight back.

The battle between Seo Fu and Miyamoto Ichiro has entered the white heat, and their movements are getting faster and faster, and their moves are becoming more ferocious.

Ichiro Miyamoto instantly launched several serial attacks, and the blades of the double blades were like a raging storm, impenetrable, trying to suppress Xu Fu.

Xu Fu had to retreat again and again, blocking every fierce attack with his golden Changge, and his body was covered with injuries, but he still held on to the battlefield.

Suddenly, Ichiro Miyamoto changed his move and stabbed Xu Fu in the heart with an unbelievable speed.

A sneer appeared on Xu Fu's face, and his golden Changge also caught up, and the two collided in the air, sparks flying everywhere.

Miyamoto Ichiro turned around again, and the two knives slashed a continuous knife light, straight to Xu Fu's neck.

Xu Fu lowered his head to dodge, and at the same time counterattacked with a move, Changge stabbed Miyamoto Ichiro in the abdomen.

Ichiro Miyamoto dodged back, but a wound was cut in his back by the tip of Changge's knife.

The battle burned like a flame, and the two of them had reached the limit of their physical strength, but their fighting spirit was not diminished in the slightest.

Xu Fu's golden Changge was like a ghost, slashing at one moment and stabbing at another, with infinite power.

Ichiro Miyamoto's twin blades were at a gallop, like a hurricane, constantly trying to crush his opponent.

The audience in the temple almost held their breath as they witnessed the superb skills and indomitable fighting spirit of the two samurai.

This is a life-and-death duel, every moment is full of suspense, and every knife and every move can be the difference between victory and defeat.

(End of chapter)