Ichiro Miyamoto moved quickly, swinging his blades in a staggered manner, the blades cutting through the air and making a piercing sound of knives.

With the speed and agility of a ninja, he tries to defeat his opponents quickly. Every swing of the knife contains deadly power.

Xu Fu is as steady as Mount Tai, and between the long dances, an indestructible golden barrier is formed.

With each swing of his hand, he condensed a heavy force, and Changge's blade roared like a golden dragon, tearing the air apart.

He used it to block Miyamoto's attacks while fighting back.

The battle was fierce, with dust in the ruined temple, stones on the walls shattered, and the surrounding atmosphere filled with the sound of swords and swords and metal clashing.

The movements of the two were like a raging storm, moving instantly, reacting quickly, without the slightest slackness.

Ichiro Miyamoto tried to get through Xu Fu's golden Changge defense, and each time he skillfully found the right time to try to find a gap in the attack.

Seo Fu, on the other hand, remained tenacious and kept swinging Changge in an attempt to defeat Miyamoto Ichiro's attack.

The battle was tense and intense, and the skills of the two fighters were perfect, and every attack and defense took your breath away.

The battle in the broken temple seems to have transcended the confrontation between flesh and weapon, and has become a contest of spirit and will.

For the sake of their beliefs and missions, they did their best and were determined not to give in.

Xu Fu, his golden Changge danced in his hand, and the blade was still as dazzling as a golden dragon.

Xu Fu's aura was extremely powerful, and it seemed to exude a mysterious power, and his eyes were still firm, ready to meet Miyamoto Ichiro's challenge wholeheartedly.

The battle continues, and Miyamoto, with ronin wit and cunning, tries to break through Seofuku's defenses.

The blade of his blade is like a burning flame, drawing a gorgeous arc in the air.

Ichiro constantly tests the opponent's defense, looking for opportunities, and tries to attack.

Xu Fu's Changge still waved mercilessly, each time with a thunderous power.

His body was like a strong fortress, always resisting the fierce attacks of Miyamoto Ichiro.

Xu Fu's attack also became more and more violent, as if there was endless power hidden in the golden Changge, forcing Miyamoto Ichiro into a desperate situation again and again.

The tension of the battle intensified, and the air inside the temple was filled with tension.

In the ruined temple, the duel between Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu became more and more thrilling.

The ronin's flexible body and samurai's sword skills are intertwined, and every swing is full of the flavor of life and death games.

Changge and the katana collided in the air, making a deafening sound of metal striking.

Ichiro Miyamoto constantly tried to find a gap in an attempt to cut through Seofuku's defense, but Seofuk's counterattacks were always timely and powerful.

His golden longgo was like a metal wall, impregnable.

Miyamoto's clothes had been ravaged by Changge's edge, but his determination had not wavered, and his twin blades still shone with determination in his hands.

Xu Fu's offensive became more and more violent, and his Changge seemed to be alive, turning into a roaring golden dragon, threatening Miyamoto Ichiro's life.

But Ronin is just as good at it, with his quick dodges and precise attacks making Xu Fu elusive.

The cracks in the walls of the temple widened, stones were splashed everywhere, and the battle between the two warriors had caused turmoil throughout the temple.

However, they seem to have entered a state beyond the flesh, and each encounter is like between the stars of the universe, and everything has become small and insignificant.

The battle between Ichiro Miyamoto and Xu Fu escalated further in the ruined temple, and time seemed to freeze in this life-and-death duel.

Their every movement is a subtle art, and every swing carries their honor and determination.

Ronin Ichiro Miyamoto suddenly dodged a quick sideways dodge and deftly dodged a deadly stab.

Then, he quickly counterattacked and slashed at Xu Fu's waist.

However, Xu Fu did not show weakness, he used Changge Sweep to intercept Ichiro's attack, and the weapons of the two converged, and sparks flew everywhere.

The atmosphere inside the temple was extremely tense, like a tense string, and everyone held their breath and watched intently at this life-and-death struggle.

Both Miyamoto Ichiro and Seo Fu know that only one person will survive, and this battle will decide the fate of the winner.

Miyamoto Ichiro's face was drenched in sweat, but his gaze was still firm, and his heart was full of loyalty to his home country.

Xu Fuze's expression was calm and unwavering, and he was willing to give everything for his beliefs.

The bodies of the two fighters had begun to get tired, but their fighting spirit was still strong.

They continued to dance in the halls of the temple, and the sound of the collision of sword lights and Changge's blades came and went, as if they were playing a thrilling symphony.

The battle between Ichiro Miyamoto and Seo Fu intensified in the temple.

The two warriors were like a storm, and each swing of the sword was accompanied by strong wind pressure and the sparkle of the sword.

Ichiro Miyamoto lunged forward quickly, his twin blades slicing through the night sky like lightning, and his target was Xu Fu's left side.

Xu Fu reacted quickly and swept over with Changge, trying to knock Ichiro back.

But Miyamoto Ichiro's body was agile, and he dodged Changge's attack with a quick sideslip, and then launched a fierce combo at Xu Fu.

Xu Fu did not show weakness either, he used Changge to defuse Miyamoto Ichiro's attack, and then violently raised Changge in an attempt to pierce Ichiro.

Ichiro Miyamoto's twin blades defused the deadly attack, but he felt that Xu Fu's power was getting stronger.

The air in the temple seemed to freeze, and every swing of the knife and every step became the key to determining the victory.

Both fighters were sweating and breathing heavily, but their determination remained unbreakable.

Combat has transcended the physical body and has become a battle of mind and will.

Miyamoto Ichiro quickly stepped back, quickly drew a knife, and threw it at Xu Fu's face.

Xu Fu's reaction was just as fast, he used Changge to block the knife, but by this time Ichiro had already taken the opportunity to launch a fatal slash, and the blade stabbed Xu Fu in the chest.

Xu Fu dodged backwards violently, and was only nearly pierced by the blade.

His long ge resisted Miyamoto Ichiro's sword, and the eyes of the two looked at each other, both exuding firmness and respect.

In the battle at the temple, the movements of the two warriors became more and more breathtaking.

Miyamoto Ichiro's figure flickered, his twin knives swinging like phantoms, and the slashes of one knife were as dense as raindrops.

His movements are full of ninja dexterity and agility, and every attack is fierce and precise.

Xu Fu was as steady as a mountain, and between his golden long ge's swings, there was an astonishing power every time.

The stormy air currents from Changge's blade caused stones to fly in the temple's hall.

His movements are full of power and majesty, like a mysterious warrior.

Ichiro Miyamoto tried to get close to Xu Fu quickly, but Changge's blade seemed to expand his territory and kept a safe distance at all times.

Ichiro constantly changed the angle of attack and tried to find a flaw, but Seo's defense was always indestructible.

Like a golden dragon, his blade danced, defusing Ichiro's every attack.

The fighting inside the temple intensified, and the smell of gunpowder and metal filled the air.

Miyamoto Ichiro and Seo Fuk's gaze was as resolute as iron, they were already immersed in the realm of battle, and it seemed that only the two of them were left in the world.

Suddenly, Ichiro Miyamoto unleashed a swift combo, and his twin blades swung rapidly, forming a whirlwind of blade storms that struck at Xu Fu.

Xu Fu had to defend with all his might, and Changge's blades kept dancing in an attempt to block Ichiro's attack.

At this moment, the battle inside the temple reached its peak, and the strength and skill of the two warriors seemed to be at their peak.

The battle escalated further, the space inside the temple seemed to be distorted, and time seemed to stand still.

Miyamoto Ichiro's twin knives flew, and the blades cut a trail of light in the air, emitting a piercing knife sound.

Xu Fu's golden Changge waved, the blade like a golden dragon flickered, and the sword light was like electricity.

Ichiro Miyamoto leaped to his feet and swooped down from the air at breakneck speed, his twin blades slicing through the night sky, and the blades went straight for Seo Fu's head.

Xu Fu's reaction was just as swift, and his Changge seemed to have a spirit of his own, sweeping up, the blade stabbing at Ichiro's throat.

In the final moments, Miyamoto's body spun in mid-air, dodging the fatal blow while slashing Xu Fu's Changge with his twin swords.

Changge was cut off, the golden blade made a beautiful arc in the air, and Xu Fu lost his weapon.

Xu Fu took a few steps back, his face solemn, but he didn't give up.

He drew the dagger behind him and continued the fight with the last of his courage determination.

Ichiro Miyamoto also put away his double sword and pulled out his short sword as a sign of respect.

The two fighters faced each other again, this time more deliberately, with every move full of power and precision.

Daggers and daggers fight each other, metal collides, and the loyalty and courage between the two become more apparent.

The battle between the two warriors is further sublimated, their movements become more delicate and dangerous, every swing of the sword is deadly, and every dodge is a life-or-death decision.

Miyamoto's short sword flew in the air, and his movements were lightning fast as he tried to defeat Seofuku's defenses.

Xu Fu responded with a dagger, and although his movements were calm, his attack was resolute.

The blades of the two sometimes intersect and sometimes mismatch, and the blades seem to contain a confrontation of fire and frost.

In this life-and-death struggle, the cracks in the walls of the temple widen, and the stones fell in all directions, as if the temple was also trembling for this epic showdown.

The dust was thick and the intensity of the battle was beyond words, and could only be expressed through swordsmanship and movements.

Miyamoto Ichiro and Seo Fuk's faces were dripping with sweat, but their eyes remained steadfast.

It's no longer just a fight, it's a true respect for martial arts and a commitment to honor.

They continued to wield their swords, trying to find their opponents' weaknesses while also protecting their own lives.

Suddenly, Ichiro's short sword flashed with a strange light, and he stabbed Seo Fu's chest with extremely fast movements.

Xu Fu narrowly escaped, but Miyamoto Ichiro's sword blade cut through his robe, leaving a shallow scar.

Xu Fu's dagger also fought back like a poisonous snake, but Miyamoto Ichiro dodged it wittily, only to have his shoulder cut and blood oozing out.

The battle had entered its final phase, and the two warriors had been depleted in strength, but their resolve was growing stronger.

This is not only a physical battle, but also a duel of will and spirit.

Ichiro Miyamoto gripped his long and short knives tightly, his movements becoming more resolute, and he was determined to end the fierce battle with this pair of weapons.

His long knife swung like lightning, its blade piercing the night sky, while the short knife turned into a ball of fire in his other hand, the blade scraping in the air to create sparks.

Not to be outdone, Xu Fu used his dagger to intercept Ichiro's attack, and the golden blade and the silver-white blade converged, making a piercing sound of gold and silver.

The halls of the temple are filled with the interweaving of swords and sparks, and the smell of caramel fills the air with a heat wave.

Miyamoto's attack speed became more and more alarming, and his long and short knives were like two-headed snakes, sometimes intertwined and sometimes separated, trying to bypass Xu Fu's defenses.

Xu Fu fought back with a dagger, and every swing was full of tenacity and determination.

Their eyes were locked on each other, as if they wanted to see through each other's minds.

It was a battle of despair and hope, and the strength and will of the two warriors continued to burn.

The frescoes of the temple seem to witness this legendary duel, and the idol seems to be silently blessing the two warriors.

Miyamoto's attacks became more and more intense, his twin blades flashing with cold light, and he tried to find Seo Fu's weakness.

Xu Fu held his ground and met him with a dagger, his brows furrowed, and his strength was gradually exhausted.

At the last moment of this battle, everything will decide the fate of the winner.

The battle inside the temple reached its peak, and Miyamoto Ichiro and Seofuku's movements became more and more subtle, and their determination became more and more unbreakable.

The clashing of the twin knives and daggers resounded in the sky, accompanied by the glow of gold and silver and flames, and the blades cut through the air with a sharp knife sound.

Ichiro Miyamoto's long knife stabbed Seo Fu in the chest like lightning, but Seo Fu quickly dodged with a dagger and was almost slashed by the blade.

Then, suddenly, he turned around and struck a cunning counterattack with a dagger, the blade almost touching Miyamoto's cheek and cutting through a strand of his hair.

A hint of vigilance appeared on Ichiro's face, and he knew that Xu Fu was still fighting back with all his might, and this was their last chance.

Ichiro Miyamoto suddenly launched a series of slashes, his long and short knives one after the other, the blades of which were churning like twin dragons, and attacked Xu Fu with deadly power.

Xu Fu was exhausted all over his body, but he quickly dodged with the last of his strength, and his dagger made an astonishing arc, almost stabbing Miyamoto Ichiro in the neck.

The blades of the two warriors intertwined, making a piercing sound of gold and silver.

With a loud bang, the blades of the two warriors met, but eventually separated.

Ichiro Miyamoto and Seo Fu retreated at the same time, their bodies crumbling, supporting each other, and they didn't fall for a while.

The atmosphere inside the temple seemed to be like smoke dissipating, and the two began to permeate towards a more dangerous atmosphere.

The two resumed their confrontation after a brief stalemate, at which point the smell of gunpowder soon began to permeate, and the sound of swords clashing could be heard in the air.

(End of chapter)