The sword light of the two intertwined with Goman, making a piercing sound of metal colliding.

Miyamoto Ichiro's short knife slashed quickly, each time full of deadly threats, but Xu Fu's Changge was always able to deftly dodge or defuse the attack with a combination of strength and softness.

His long brother followed him like a golden barrier, blocking Ichiro's blade.

During the battle, the figures of the two moved quickly, sometimes in one corner of the temple, sometimes in the other.

The dust of the ruined temple flew everywhere as the battle raged, as if witnessing a duel between the two swordsmen.

Their eyes were full of determination and determination, and they all knew that their opponents were strong and should not be underestimated.

The sunlight outside the window gradually appeared brighter, illuminating the battle scene in the temple, making the figures of the two more intense.

The sound of the sword blade and Chang Ge colliding became more and more intense, and the sword light and Gomang intertwined into a gorgeous light curtain.

The clash between the sword blade and Changge is in full swing, and the intensity of the battle is constantly escalating.

Ichiro Miyamoto's short knife danced like a storm, and each blow carried the determination to destroy everything.

His body is extremely nimble, sometimes moving on the ground, sometimes suspended in the air, like a ghost, elusive.

Xu Fu used the golden Changge as an extension of his body, like an indestructible pillar, calmly resisting Miyamoto Ichiro's attack.

His stride is precise, and each swing of the Changge is accompanied by a unique spin that makes it difficult for the blade to reach his body.

The gems on the golden Changge shimmered with mysterious runes as he swung them, exuding great power.

The eyes of both swordsmen were full of focus and determination.

In battle, they constantly test each other's limits and look for flaws, but each time they are skillfully defused by the other party.

The walls of the temple trembled slightly under the impact of the battle, as if to speak of the intensity of the duel.

The sword light and the Goman met in every corner of the temple, emitting dazzling sparks.

The two swordsmen's breathing grew heavier, sweat dripping from their foreheads, but neither of them flinched, confident that they could defeat their opponents.

The battle is like a dance, a symphony of life and death.

The battle continued, and the contradiction between Sword Blade and Changge intensified, and the battle entered a white-hot stage.

Miyamoto's assault was surging like thunder, and his twin blades swung even faster, each with a deadly threat.

His eyes flashed with determination and unyielding determination, and he knew that he would have to give his all to defeat this mysterious opponent.

And Xu Fu was still calm, and Chang Ge turned into a golden dragon shadow in his hands, skillfully resisting every attack of Ichiro.

His movements became more and more proficient, as if he had predicted every move of Ichiro.

The golden Changge danced in his hands like an exquisite painting, showing his superb swordsmanship skills.

The walls of the temple trembled slightly at the sound of the sword blades and Changge, as if to tell the strong shock of the battle.

Dust rises in the turmoil of the battle, creating a mysterious and ancient picture.

The breath of the two swordsmen grew more and more rapid, and the sweat was already soaking through their clothing, but neither of them was willing to show weakness, and both were convinced that they were victors.

In the battle of the broken temple, the figures of swordsmen Ichiro Miyamoto and Xu Fu are like ghosts, shuttling through every corner of the temple.

Their martial arts are so superb that every move and style is so extreme that every moment of the battle is accompanied by countless flashes of light and splashing sparks.

Ichiro Miyamoto's twin knives painted a magnificent picture, slicing through the air with a piercing sound of knives.

His attack was relentless, and every swing of the knife was accompanied by killing intent, but he could not escape Xu Fu's skillful dodging and counterattack.

Xu Fu's movements were smooth and efficient, and Changge's swing was like lightning, and every swing was like a fatal blow.

The walls of the temple had cracked under the violent collision of sword qi and Changge, and the ancient murals on the walls were also stimulated by the energy of battle, as if they were alive.

The wind poured in from inside and outside the temple, blowing dust and paper up to make the battle even more spectacular.

Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu's eyes met, and their eyes flashed with endless determination.

They have forgotten time, only battles, only opponents, only a passion for victory burning in their hearts.

The sparks of the blade and Changge flew everywhere, and the blade and Gomang were entangled, as if it were an endless battle.

Their breath was like a fierce storm, and their momentum was like a landslide, but both men were convinced that they were the victors in this duel.

It's a battle beyond words, a showdown of honor and respect. The dust in the temple floats in the air, as if waiting for the end of this battle.

The clash between Sword Blade and Changge has escalated further, and the battle has reached its peak intensity.

Miyamoto's attacks became even more frantic, his twin blades swinging like a storm, each blow seemingly tearing everything apart.

His movements were swift and almost beyond the limits of what was visible to the naked eye, but Xu Fu was still able to easily defuse his attacks with his superior sword skills.

The golden Changge danced in his hands, each swing full of power and precision.

The walls of the temple have been crumbled, and the ancient frescoes inside the temple have been greatly damaged, but the battle is even more spectacular.

The breath of the two swordsmen burned like a blazing fire, and their bodies were already surrounded by the enthusiasm of battle, forgetting the exhaustion and pain.

The sound of the collision between the sword light and Gomang was deafening, and sparks flew everywhere.

Their movements have surpassed the limits of ordinary people, and every swing carries a devastating power.

But the strange thing is that their swordsmanship seems to be imbued with an artistic beauty, and every attack is like a superb painting.

The eyes of Ichiro Miyamoto and Seo Fu are intertwined, conveying challenge and respect to each other.

They all understand that this battle will determine who is the ultimate winner and who will leave a legend in this ancient temple.

It was a duel that was destined to be celebrated through the ages.

The duel between the sword blade and Changge was further sublimated, as if two flames of anger collided in the center of the temple.

Every swing is like a life-and-death duel, with the skill and intuition of the two men reaching the extreme, and each encounter is filled with thrilling uncertainty.

Ichiro Miyamoto's twin knives slashed through the air, each of which seemed to tear the world apart.

His attacks are unpredictable, sometimes swift as lightning, sometimes slow as flowing water, sometimes sharp angles, sometimes soft as a breeze.

Every cell of his body is infused with the essence of swordsmanship, making him a true master swordsman.

Xu Fu continued to fend off Miyamoto's offensive with astonishing composure and skill.

The golden Changge danced in his hands, sometimes like a dragon tumbling, sometimes like dancing.

His defense seemed effortless, and every counterattack was calculated with precision, keeping Miyamoto's offensive invisible.

The temple was surrounded by the smell of dust and scorched earth, and the broken glass on the windows was shaken off by the impact of the battle.

The walls of the temple were even more precarious under the impact of the battle, but the two swordsmen seemed to have entered a realm of swordsmanship, beyond the limits of human beings, turning the entire temple into their battlefield.

The figures of the two men shuttled through the temple, sometimes at the top, sometimes on the ground, sometimes moving between the pillars.

Their eyes were still locked on each other, full of awe and challenge.

It's a life-and-death contest, the ultimate duel between two pinnacle swordsmen who will be the winner of the battle.

Each collision of the sword swing and Changge was accompanied by a splash of sparks, and the sound of the blade and Goman's voice pierced the silent temple.

Dust filled the air, as if telling the story of this magnificent duel.

And Ichiro Miyamoto and Seo Fuku, two top swordsmen, continue this epic battle without flinching.

The battle escalated further, and the fierce collision of the sword blade and Changge was full of breath of battle.

Each move showed the supreme skill of the two swordsmen, and the wind began to howl inside and outside the temple, as if nature itself was celebrating this wonderful contest.

Miyamoto's twin knives seemed to be at the center of the storm, and each of his blows was a life-and-death duel, each with an irresistible coercion.

His body is getting faster and faster, he seems to be able to dance in the blade, and the offensive is endless, like the rushing Nu River, turbulent and unstoppable.

Xu Fu's golden Changge was like a divine weapon, and his swing was like a divine help descending from the sky.

His counter-attacks became more precise, hitting Miyamoto's blades each time to defuse his attack.

The jewel on Changge exudes a mysterious energy in battle, providing him with inexhaustible strength.

The walls of the temple have crumbled more and more, and the ancient temple seems to be witnessing this epic battle.

The incense burner inside the temple has been smashed and filled with smoke, and the sky outside the temple is also shrouded in an atmosphere of battle.

The dust was blowing, and the floor of the temple had become bumpy, but all this was no longer important, and the two swordsmen had become immersed in their own world.

Miyamoto Ichiro and Seo Fuku's eyes met again, and they both understood that the battle had reached its peak.

At this moment, everything froze, only the tenacity and determination of the two swordsmen remained, and only the sound of the collision of the blade and Changge remained.

The collision between the sword blade and Changge in the battle roared like thunder, shaking the entire temple to the point of trembling.

Each encounter was accompanied by a sharp crash of sparks and metallic sounds.

Ichiro Miyamoto's twin blades danced in the air, drawing a flickering arc, and his attacks were like a storm, continuous.

His sword and sword contained extreme strength, and the blade shimmered with cold light, as if it was about to take all life.

Each swing was accompanied by a strong impact that tore the air apart.

Xu Fu's golden Changge turned into a golden barrier, skillfully resisting every attack of Miyamoto Ichiro.

His counter-attacks were full of skill and calculation, with every swing hitting Ichiro's blade with unmistakable accuracy.

The light of the metal and precious stones of the golden Changge shone brightly in battle, as if favored by the gods.

The movements of the two swordsmen were extremely fast, each swing was like thunder, and every collision was like the tremor of an earthquake.

The light of the sword and Goman intertwined, and the blade and the gem on Changge flickered, slicing through the air and reducing everything around them to pieces.

The dust inside and outside the temple flew under the strong impact of the battle, and shards of glass from the windows rained down.

The walls are in tatters and the structure of the temple is in a precarious position, but the two swordsmen seem to have melted into the battle, infusing their souls into their weapons.

This battle has transcended mortal comprehension, it is a perfect interweaving of sword and go, the supreme crystallization of skill and strength.

Ichiro Miyamoto and Seo Fuku, two great swordsmen, created a magnificent symphony with the sound of weapons colliding, which reverberated through the temple and left an indelible mark.

The collision between the sword blade and Chang Ge became more and more intense, as if two supernatural forces had erupted in the temple.

Each encounter is accompanied by a strong impact, making it impossible to ignore the magnificence of this life-and-death duel.

Ichiro Miyamoto's twin knives swung rapidly, emitting a high-frequency knife sound, and his attack was like a raging storm, with the determination to destroy.

The blade sliced through the air, and each swing seemed to change the air flow around it.

He's extremely nimble and every dodge is just right, keeping his opponent at arm's edge.

Xu Fu still used the golden Changge to defuse Ichiro's offensive.

His defence has grown stronger, and every counterattack is like a pinpoint strike.

Changge's swing was like a dance, like a golden dragon shadow, sometimes tumbling, sometimes circling, dissolving all of Ichiro's attacks.

There was an unfathomable wisdom in his eyes.

The interior and exterior of the temple are in chaos, dust and broken stones fill the air, and broken windows and broken frescoes bear witness to the fury of the battle.

The structure of the temple was already overwhelmed, but the two swordsmen didn't seem to care, their minds completely immersed in the battle.

The sound of the collision of the sword light and the Goman was like thunder, and the atmosphere inside and outside the temple was full of tension and magnificence.

This battle has gone beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, it is a clash of skill and strength between two great swordsmen, a contest of honor and dignity.

Whoever emerges victorious in the end, this magnificent duel will forever be sung and become an immortal legend that will forever shine in people's hearts.

In the sacred hall of the temple, the clash between the sword blade and Changge burned like a raging fire, reaching the peak of fierceness.

The two swordsmen had fully integrated into the duel, their weapons slicing through the air with a terrifying thrust, each collision sounding like the roar of thunder.

Ichiro Miyamoto's twin knives swung like a storm, each of his swords fraught with deadly threats.

His body movements are graceful and quick, every dodge is effortless, and he keeps his distance from his opponent just right.

His attacks continued to be unpredictable, sometimes like a raging wave, sometimes like a warm spring breeze.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, dealt with it skillfully with his golden Changge, and his defenses were as impregnable as an iron wall.

His counters were accurate and deadly, and every swing was a precise blow.

(End of chapter)