Xu Fu held the golden Changge, and the gold edge swayed in the wind. His gaze was deep, staring at Ichiro Miyamoto as if he had seen through everything about him.

In this abandoned and ruined temple, his existence is like a faith.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air of the ruined temple, and both Ichiro and Xu Fu knew that this battle would determine the direction of fate.

They all took steps at the same time, and their bodies disappeared into the ruined hall almost simultaneously.

Ichiro's sword slashed through the air with a piercing whistling sound.

His assault was like a rainstorm, swinging his blades in succession, each time as if to cut the enemy in half.

Xu Fu's skills are equally flexible, and the Changge in his hand is swinging like a dragon, and the golden light is flashing.

The swords of the two met in the air, making a sonorous collision.

Every collision was accompanied by sparks flying and dizzying, Miyamoto Ichiro's black knife struck like lightning, and Xu Fu's Changge was like a swimming dragon, defusing every attack.

Their figures weave through the temple, sometimes appearing and disappearing in an instant.

Ichiro's sword skills were like a storm, while Xu Fu remained calm, and every move was accurate and powerful.

The walls of the ruined temple were destroyed by their battle, and stones were splashed everywhere.

Sweat dripped from the two men's foreheads, but their gazes remained sharp, and their battle was like a gorgeous dance, full of strength and skill.

Their battle escalated further, each move and style more intricate and intricate, Miyamoto Ichiro's twin swords swung like a storm, his body was extremely flexible, sometimes leaping into the air, sometimes leaping far away, and using his strength to maximize his attack.

His black knife was like a shadow, cutting through the air, as if it had the might of thousands of troops.

And Xu Fu is as steady as Mount Tai, his Changge slices a graceful trajectory in the air, and every swing contains amazing power.

His gaze was always locked on Ichiro Miyamoto, as if he could penetrate his opponent's mind.

The statues and frescoes of the ruined temple were burned in their battle, and the dust flew and the wreckage was scattered.

Their battles are not only a contest of physically, but also of mind and skill.

Every confrontation is accompanied by the whistling sound of sword qi and Changge's strong wind, making people feel as if they are in a myth and legend.

Time seemed to stand still, the walls of the ruined temple crumbling, and the flames burned around them, but the two swordsmen didn't seem to care.

Their eyes were unwavering and determined, and they knew that only the victors could get out of this ruin.

The battle continued, and the swordsmanship and Changge skills of the two became more and more sophisticated, and the intensity of the battle continued to escalate.

In this abandoned and ruined temple, they weave a thrilling picture scroll, destined to become a legendary classic battle.

In this ruined temple, the two swordsmen's breathing became more and more rapid, and sweat was dripping like rain, but their determination did not waver in the slightest.

Ichiro's black knife and Xu Fu's golden Changge seem to be alive, and every touch is a matter of life and death.

Suddenly, Ichiro's figure was like electricity, and he swung a knife at Xu Fu's waist.

But Xu Fu dodged the fatal blow with a blistering quick reaction, and Chang Ge shook and knocked Ichiro's twin knives flying.

The black knife arced through the air, embedded in the walls of the ruins, emitting a deep, piercing sound.

After Ichiro was knocked away, he quickly rolled over and re-unsheathed his twin blades.

A determined smile appeared on his face, as if he had been inspired by this defeat to be even more powerful.

His offensive became more ferocious, each knife carrying endless determination, as if to cut Xu Fu in half.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, remained calm, and Chang Ge spun like a dragon in his hand.

His body was extremely nimble, and he accurately defused every attack of Ichiro without the slightest superfluous movement.

His eyes were always locked on Ichiro, and he seemed to have seen everything about him.

The battle continued to escalate, the flames reflected on the two swordsmen, and the bricks and tiles in the ruins continued to crumble.

Their breathing was getting heavier and their muscles were sore, but they all knew that victory was getting closer to them.

It was a magnificent duel, and the two swordsmen were equal in strength and skill, and neither side had any intention of backing down.

The battle entered a new climax, and the collision of swords and Ge was deafening.

The bricks and stones of the ruins were splashed everywhere, and the smoke and dust filled the air, as if it was a battle of heaven and earth upside down.

The two swordsmen's bodies were already scarred, but they did not flinch and pursued victory more resolutely.

Ichiro's black knife emitted a dazzling sword aura, and Xu Fu's Changge danced in the air, overflowing with golden light.

Each encounter was accompanied by lightning speed and incredible strength, and the walls in the ruins almost completely collapsed in their battle.

Their movements are unpredictable, sometimes swift as a wind, sometimes as slow as flowing water.

Ichiro's offensive is like a frenzy, while Xu Fu is like mountains and rivers, stable and unshakable.

Their swordsmanship and gejutsu reached their peak, and every move was accurate, as if they had predicted each other's movements.

As time passed, the two swordsmen's breathing became more and more rapid, and they were drenched in sweat.

But their eyes were still sharp and determined.

It was an unshakable faith, victory was close at hand, and they could all feel it.

The battles in the ruins intensified, as if the whole world existed around their battles.

Every knife and halberd carries endless strength and determination.

This battle is not only a contest between two swordsmen, but also a spiritual duel, a challenge to life and death.

In the midst of this ruin, two swordsmen continue to engage in the greatest battle of their lives, destined to become a page of legend.

The battle entered its final phase, and the air in the ruins froze, as if the whole world had stood still for their battle.

Ichiro and Seo Fuk's eyes met in the air, conveying wordless challenge and determination.

Ichiro's twin knives swung faster and faster, each one filled with endless power, as if it was about to tear everything apart.

His body was like electricity, flashing rapidly, trying to find Xu Fu's flaw, and the black knife cut through the air, making a sharp sound.

And Xu Fu was as still as water, calmly defusing Ichiro's attack.

Chang Ge drew an arc in his hand, like a divine dragon churning, and his eyes were always locked on Ichiro, without the slightest distraction.

Suddenly, Ichiro's sword momentum became more violent, and the black knife made a lightning-like arc, heading straight for Xu Fu's heart.

But Xu Fu dodged and skillfully dodged the fatal blow, and Chang Ge shook and knocked Ichiro's double knives away.

After Ichiro was knocked into the air, he rolled over, but his black knife was no longer in his hand.

There was a sparkle of determination in his eyes, and he was determined to not give in. Desperate, he quickly pulled out the knife at his waist and rushed towards Xu Fu again.

Xu Fu didn't panic at all, his long song danced like the wind, facing Ichiro's knife.

The swords and halberds of the two men staggered, sparks flew everywhere, and the bricks and tiles in the ruins collapsed.

The battle heats up, and both swordsmen are wounded, but their resolve is stronger.

At this last moment, they are no longer individuals, but symbols representing two faiths and two spirits.

Ichiro Miyamoto waved his hand and retracted his twin swords, his eyes flashing with determination, his body full of tenacious strength. This time, he is ready to continue the fight with even greater force.

His twin swords danced in his hands, each sword and halberd accompanied by a huge sword aura.

His attack speed and power seemed to reach new heights, and the air in the ruins seemed to be torn apart by his sword skills.

Xu Fu calmly met Ichiro's challenge, and his Changge was still like a swimming dragon, accurately defusing Ichiro's every attack.

The two swordsmen's movements were as fast as lightning, and the sound of the collision of the sword halberds was as shocking as thunder.

The battle in the ruins intensified, the flames reflected the two swordsmen, and dust and rubble flew everywhere.

Their breathing was getting quicker and their muscles were full, but their determination was unwavering.

It was a life-and-death contest, and the two swordsmen had gone beyond the limits of their bodies and entered a realm beyond humans.

Their swordsmanship and martial arts have reached their peak, and every move is full of determination and tenacity.

In the midst of the ruins, the two swordsmen continued their magnificent battles, their swords and swords dancing in the air and intertwining with each other as if they were fighting for victory.

The battle between Ichiro Miyamoto and Seo Fu reached its final peak, and their figures flickered like ghosts in the ruins.

The sound of the collision between the twin swords and Chang Ge was like heaven and earth shattering, and the firelight reflected their sword halberds.

Ichiro's twin swords swung like a raging wind, and dark sword aura surged from the blades. His attacks became more ferocious, each slash like a torrential rain, trying to overwhelm Xu Fu.

His body was filled with determination to persevere to the end, and everything was condensed in his swordsmanship.

Xu Fu is like a mountain and a river, steady and unshakable, his Changge dancing in the air, emitting a golden light.

His eyes were calm and determined, accurately defusing every attack of Ichiro without the slightest waste.

The battle between the two swordsmen has reached an unimaginable realm, their swordsmanship and gejutsu have reached the extreme, and every move contains the determination of life and death.

The bricks and stones in the ruins continue to crumble as they fight, but they seem to have transcended the constraints of reality.

As time passed, the two swordsmen's breathing became more and more rapid, but their eyes remained sharp and determined.

It is a life-and-death duel, the winner will become a legend, and the loser will leave a strong mark on history.

The battle in the ruins entered the final moments, and Ichiro and Seo Fu's swordsmanship and gejutsu reached unprecedented heights, their attack speed and strength reached their peak, and each sword and halberd contained an invincible will.

Ichiro's twin swords pierced the air, emitting a sharp sword roar, and his gaze was as firm as steel, unyielding.

His offensive was like a raging storm, trying to overwhelm Xu Fu with sheer speed and power.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, remained calm, and his Changge formed a golden barrier in the air, blocking Ichiro's attacks one by one.

His eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he could see through Ichiro's every movement, and his reaction was extremely accurate.

Suddenly, Ichiro unleashed an earth-shattering blow, and the two swords converged, and the sword qi surged like a tornado, attacking Xu Fu.

Xu Fu's expression was still firm in the face of this blow, and his Changge drew a beautiful arc in an instant, defusing Ichiro's attack cleanly.

Then, Xu Fu's counterattack was menacing, Changge slashed through the air, and instantly reached Ichiro's body, Ichiro had to retreat and was almost stabbed by Changge, but he used his last strength to dodge this deadly attack.

The two swordsmen's bodies had reached their limits, and the sweat and pain almost made them breathless.

However, their will is unbreakable, and the battle continues.

In the midst of this ruin, the two swordsmen continue to weave a magnificent picture, the confrontation of two faiths and two lives.

As the battle entered its final moments, the air in the ruins was solemn and oppressive, as if the whole world had come to a standstill for this duel.

Both Ichiro and Seo Fu had a determined glint in their eyes, they knew that victory was only in sight, and defeat would be unbearable.

Ichiro's twin swords swung more and more fiercely, each sword and halberd carried endless power, the sword aura was like thunder, the blade cut through the air, his body was full of determination, he wanted to fight for his faith and honor.

Xu Fu was as immobile as a mountain, and his Changge was like a dragon in the air, with golden light flashing.

His eyes were deep and calm, accurately dodging Ichiro's every attack, and his counterattacks were swift and swift.

Suddenly, Ichiro's attack became even more violent, the sword qi roared, and a powerful force emerged, as if it was about to tear everything apart.

Xu Fu did not flinch in the face of this blow, and his long dance dissolved Ichiro's offensive.

Then, Xu Fu unleashed a fatal blow, and Changge swung a perfect arc that cut through the air and struck at Ichiro.

Ichiro had to use the last of his strength to dodge the deadly attack.

The bodies of the two swordsmen had reached their limits, and the sweat and pain were almost unbearable.

But their determination is unbreakable, they fight for their faith, honor and dignity, and they will not give in easily.

Finally, the battle in the ruins has reached its peak, and Ichiro and Seo Fu's swordsmanship and gejutsu have surpassed the limits of mortals.

Their attacks were like thunder and lightning, and the flames and sword qi were intertwined into a brilliant scene.

The walls around the ruins crumbled, and the dust and smoke filled the air, as if the end of the world had fallen.

Ichiro's twin swords swung more and more violently, each sword like a deadly judgment, the blade piercing the air with the determination to shatter everything.

His body danced in the swordplay, full of determination and persistence.

And Xu Fu was still as still as still as water, his Changge drew a gorgeous arc in the air, shining with golden light.

His gaze was deep and serene, accurately defusing each of Ichiro's attacks, and his counterattacks were exquisite.

Suddenly, Ichiro's sword qi exploded, and the blade swung out an incomparably powerful momentum, attacking Xu Fu.

Xu Fu was in danger, and his Changge took off like a dragon, defusing Ichiro's offensive one by one.

Then, Xu Fu's counterattack was menacing, and Changge waved, like a master of heaven and earth, attacking towards Ichiro's vital point.

Ichiro could only dodge the fatal blow with his last strength, but it was too late to fight back.

The bodies of the two swordsmen were already extremely exhausted, their breathing was rapid and heavy, and their muscles ached.

However, in this last moment, their eyes flashed with endless tenacity, and they would never give in.

(End of chapter)