The dance of the golden Changge is full of mysterious magic, like an ancient god of war descending into the mortal world.

The structure of the temple was already precarious, the windows were shattered, and the dust was filled, but all this was overshadowed by the bloody battle between the two swordsmen.

Their figures shuttled through the temple like lightning, and each wave was like a life-and-death duel, deciding the fate of victory or defeat.

The sound of the collision between the sword blade and Changge was like a loud noise between heaven and earth, and the conflict between weapons became a pinnacle duel of flesh and will.

Each swing was accompanied by a harsh metal grinding and a tearing sound of air, and the temple seemed to tremble for this magnificent battle.

Miyamoto Ichiro's twin blades flickered with cold light, each blow as if it was about to tear reality apart, and his offensive was pouring like a torrential rain, leaving no room for anything.

His swordsmanship is unpredictable, sometimes as fierce as a dragon, sometimes as soft as the wind.

Every swing contains absolute determination, with a deadly threat.

Xu Fu's golden Changge was like a divine soldier descending, and his swing was as precise and swift as that of a god.

His defense was impregnable, and every counterattack was accurate, hitting Ichiro Miyamoto's blade and defusing his offensive.

The light of the golden Changge was like a flame, flashing with incredible power.

In this magnificent duel, the structure of the temple has been shattered, the windows are covered with broken glass, and the dust is filled, but both swordsmen have no scruples.

Their figures shuttle through every corner of the temple, and the collision of sword light and Gomang forms an intoxicating picture.

The impact of the blade and Changge seemed to surpass the limits of human beings, and every collision was like a shock of heaven and earth.

It was a duel of honor and courage, where two great swordsmen fought for victory and dignity, and their fates intertwined to create this legend that belongs to them.

The collision between the blade and Changge became more and more violent, and the impact between the weapons created a violent and beautiful picture.

Each swing was accompanied by a piercing sound of metal crashing, as well as a strong air shock.

Miyamoto's twin blades danced like a hurricane, his attacks were relentless, and the swing of the blade was filled with the power of destruction.

His body movements are extremely flexible, and every dodge is like a gorgeous dance, while maintaining distance from his opponents, allowing him to unleash deadly attacks at any time.

His swordsmanship has reached its peak, and every swing is carried with determination and exquisite skill.

Seo Fu, on the other hand, defuses Ichiro's attack with a golden long ge, his defenses are impregnable, and every counterattack hits Miyamoto Ichiro's blade with unmistakable accuracy.

The golden Changge danced in his hands, emitting a mysterious light, like the embodiment of an ancient divine soldier.

There was an unfathomable intelligence and determination in his eyes.

The scene inside and outside the temple is becoming more and more chaotic, the dust is filled, the windows are all broken, and the structure of the temple is crumbling.

However, the two swordsmen seem to ignore all this, and their minds are completely immersed in the battle.

The impact of the blade and Changge converged into a magnificent symphony, sparks flew everywhere, and the blade and the gems on Changge flickered like stars.

At the climax of this life-and-death battle, the collision between the sword blade and Changge became more and more thrilling, as if a huge battle of the universe was unfolding between the two swordsmen.

Ichiro Miyamoto's twin knives swung in the air, each swing as if to tear apart time itself.

His attacks were unpredictable, sometimes lightning fast, sometimes oceans, each swing accompanied by a sparkle of sparkling blades colliding with Changge.

His body movements are extremely fluid, he is able to almost transcend the confines of the material world, and every dodge is breathtaking, and he is able to break free from a crisis in an instant.

And Xu Fu skillfully resisted every attack of Miyamoto Ichiro with his golden long ge.

His defenses were like a solid wall, impregnable.

Each counterattack was unprecedentedly accurate, and every swing accurately hit Miyamoto's blade, defusing his attack.

The golden Changge was like a living creature in his hands, sometimes circling, sometimes tumbling, sometimes like a flying golden eagle, silently defusing the opponent's attack.

The scene inside and outside the temple became more and more chaotic, with broken glass from the windows drifting in the wind and dust, and the structure of the temple was precarious.

But the two swordsmen were completely immersed in the battle, and their surroundings had become like a world of collapse, with only the clashing of weapons and the unwavering glances of each other.

Each impact of the blade and Changge was like a star-like collision, and the air was filled with static electricity.

In this battle, time seemed to slow down, and each moment was stretched out, making the collision between the blade and Changge more dramatic and decisive.

There was a thick energy inside the temple, as if the entire universe had come to a standstill for this magnificent duel.

Miyamoto's twin blades were like a storm, blades slicing through the air, each blow carrying the determination to destroy everything.

His attacks are as fast as lightning and as slow as water, and no matter how the speed changes, every swing is unhesitating, full of deadly power.

His body movements are extreme, and every dodge is like an extreme dance, mastering the distance between him and his opponent with extreme precision.

Xu Fu responded to Ichiro's attack with a golden long ge, and his defense was like an impregnable wall.

Every counterattack is like the eye of a condor, precise and deadly.

The golden Changge was like life in his hands, and every swing was filled with mysterious magic, like the arrival of an ancient god.

There was an unfathomable intelligence and determination in his eyes.

The walls of the temple crumbled even more, the glass of the windows was completely shattered, and dust was wafting in the air.

The structure of the temple was precarious, but all this was ignored by the two swordsmen, whose consciousness was completely immersed in the battle.

The sound of the blade and Changge colliding is like the roar of a god, full of mysterious magic.

Sparks burst out between the two, and the light pierced the silence of the temple like stars.

Just as this magnificent battle reached its climax, Xu Fu suddenly launched a wave of crazy offensive, and his golden long ge attacked Miyamoto Ichiro like a raging storm.

Changge's swing speed became faster and faster, like a golden lightning bolt, almost impossible to follow.

Every swing is like a landslide, and every blow carries a devastating force.

His attacks were unpredictable, sometimes furious thunder strikes, sometimes dexterous phantom stabs, and each of his moves was accompanied by the sound of blades and Changge colliding, as if they were the fiercest confrontation in the universe.

Ichiro Miyamoto couldn't help but feel the horror of Xu Fu's attack, and he was no longer able to defuse his opponent's attack as easily as before.

His figure kept flashing, barely dodging one fatal blow after another, but he still kept feeling the pressure of the golden Changge.

Seo Fu's attacks were precise and precise, and each swing targeted Ichiro's weakness in an attempt to break down his defenses.

The scene inside and outside the temple became even more chaotic, dusty, and the air was filled with electric light, as if the whole world was shaken by this crazy duel.

The structure of the temple had reached its limit, but the two swordsmen didn't seem to care, their minds completely immersed in the battle.

The sound of the blade and Changge colliding was like thunder, sparks flew everywhere, and the space inside the temple seemed to tremble.

Xu Fu's crazy offensive was like a storm, and the speed of the golden Changge's swing had reached an incredible level.

Each of his swings was accompanied by the howling of the wind, and the collision between the blade and Changge was like a series of explosions, shaking the entire temple.

Miyamoto struggled to fend off Seo's attacks, his body movements were more agile and he could almost dodge the fatal blow, but Seo's frantic attacks barely stopped.

The sharp edge of the golden long ge, which quickly approached, sometimes stabbed at Ichiro's chest, sometimes slashed at his head, and Ichiro had to be fully focused on his vigilance.

The scene inside the temple became more and more chaotic, dust and debris filled the air, and the structure of the temple was already crumbling.

However, the battle between the two swordsmen has transcended the confines of the material world, and their minds are completely immersed in this magnificent contest.

The sound of the blade and Changge colliding was like the bell of the end of the world, sparks burst between the two, and the light was like two meteors streaked across the night sky.

It is a battle that transcends words and understanding, a contest of honor and dignity, and the frenzied offensive of one swordsman seeks to break the will of another.

Ichiro Miyamoto felt the pressure of Xu Fu's frantic offensive and began to adopt a more cautious strategy, trying to dodge the onslaught of Jin Changge.

His figure flickered, like a gust of wind, thrillingly dodging Xu Fu's attack, and every dodge made people's hearts beat.

Xu Fu's golden long ge kept stabbing at Miyamoto Ichiro, but Ichiro's body was extremely agile and could almost avoid the fatal blow.

Each of his dodges is fraught with danger and determination, and he ducks to the side, leaping into the air to make himself an elusive target.

Despite this, Xu Fu's attack still chased him like a devil, not giving him a chance to breathe.

The scene inside and outside the temple was even more chaotic, dusty, and the structure of the temple was precarious, but all this was ignored by the two swordsmen.

Their consciousness has become completely absorbed in the battle, forgetting about the world around them.

The sound of the collision between the blade and Changge was like the bell of doom, and every spark seemed to be the end of time.

It is a clash of strength and skill, the madness of one swordsman chasing the life and death of another.

Miyamoto's evasion strategy causes his body to move through the temple's halls like a phantom.

His steps were light and swift, sometimes bending down, sometimes leaping into the air, making it impossible for Xu Fu's golden Changge to easily lock on to his position.

Xu Fu's attacks became more and more violent, and he kept chasing Ichiro, and the golden Changge stabbed like a storm.

Each swing was accompanied by the cracking of the air and the whizzing of blades, but Miyamoto seemed to have infinite wisdom and was always able to dodge a fatal blow at the last moment.

The scene inside and outside the temple has been completely thrown into chaos, with fragments of windows, dust, and stones flying in the air.

The structure of the temple is precarious, but the two swordsmen seem to have transcended the constraints of the material world, and they are fully engaged in this life-and-death struggle.

The sound of the blade and Changge clashing one after another, and the light was like a flame, cutting through the darkness inside the temple.

It was a battle that transcended words, and the courage and wisdom of one swordsman allowed him to dodge the frantic attacks of another.

Whoever emerges victorious in the end, this moment will forever remain in people's memories as a magnificent legend that bears witness to the glory and dignity of two great swordsmen.

As time went on, Miyamoto's body seemed to be filled with an incredible force, and he began to show great potential and was ready to fight back.

Xu Fu's frantic offensive continued, and the swing speed of the golden Changge was extremely fast, but at the critical moment, Miyamoto Ichiro's double knives emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

His body instantly erupted with a powerful momentum, like a tiger coming out of a cage, and his attacks began to quickly become powerful and aggressive.

Ichiro's swing became astonishingly fast, and each swing was accompanied by the sound of the blade cutting through the air.

His attacks became extremely ferocious, and with each swing of the knife there was a determination to destroy everything, trying to destroy Xu Fu's golden Changge.

Sparks flew between them, and the clashing of blades and Changge was like a thunderous fury.

Seo Fu felt the strong pressure from Ichiro Miyamoto, and his attacks began to be hindered, no longer as fierce as before.

He had to deal with Ichiro's counterattack with all his heart, and the golden long dance defused the fierce attack from the twin blades.

At this moment, the fates of the two swordsmen were once again intertwined, and the battle became more intense.

The scene inside and outside the temple has completely collapsed, the windows are shattered, the dust is filled, and the structure of the temple is almost in pieces.

However, all this is ignored by the two swordsmen, who are fully immersed in this life-and-death struggle.

The sound of the blade and Changge colliding was like the sound of a doomsday bell, sparks flying, and the light pierced the darkness of the temple.

It's the ultimate battle, where the explosive potential of one swordsman is intertwined with the frantic onslaught of another, and no matter who emerges victorious, this moment will forever be celebrated and become an immortal legend.

Miyamoto's counterattack was like a raging storm, and his twin blades swung like thunder and lightning.

His attacks were imbued with resolute determination, and each swing was accompanied by a strong momentum, trying to break down Xu Fu's defense.

His swordsmanship was unpredictable, sometimes like a tiger pounced, sometimes like flowing water, and every swing was aimed at Xu Fu's weakness with unmistakable accuracy.

Xu Fu felt the pressure like never before, and he had to concentrate on his defense, and the golden Changge kept swinging, trying to fend off the onslaught from Miyamoto Ichiro.

Chang Ge was like an indestructible shield in his hands, and his body kept dodging, defusing every attack.

However, Ichiro's swordsmanship is unpredictable, making him elusive.

The scene inside and outside the temple had completely collapsed, with fragments of windows, dust, and stones flying in the air, and the structure of the temple almost in pieces.

But none of this can shake the determination of the two swordsmen, who continue to fight hard in this life-and-death contest.

The sound of the blade and Changge colliding was like the end of the world, sparks flew everywhere, and the light was like two meteors passing through the night.

(End of chapter)