Ichiro Miyamoto held his Japanese sword in both hands, the blade of which shimmered with cold light, and his black clothes swayed gently in the breeze.

His brow tightened, and sweat dripped onto the hilt of his knife with a crisp ticking sound.

He knew he was on the losing side, but he wasn't going to throw in the towel easily, because he was a true samurai.

Xu Fu stood opposite Ichiro Miyamoto and re-positioned at this time, his eyes revealing a wave of indifference and mockery, as if he was laughing at Ichiro Miyamoto's predicament.

The battle began again, and Ichiro Miyamoto quickly rushed towards Xu Fu, leaving arcs in the swing of his blade.

Xu Fushan dodged attack after attack, and Chang Ge danced in his hand, drawing a golden light.

His body was extremely flexible, and he seemed to easily dodge Miyamoto Ichiro's blade.

Miyamoto's offensive became more and more intense, and he constantly tried to find Xu Fu's flaws, but Xu Fu always skillfully avoided and then counterattacked.

Changge stabbed Ichiro Miyamoto and almost stabbed him in the chest, but Ichiro Miyamoto narrowly dodged the fatal blow.

The battle between the two is full of dynamic and static contrasts.

Miyamoto's attacks were swift and powerful, with each swing carrying an aura of destruction.

Xu Fu's movements are like the flow of water, soft and rigid, like a dancer dancing a gorgeous dance.

The atmosphere inside the temple became tense, and stones were splashed everywhere in the fierce battle between the two, and the dust was filled.

Miyamoto's breathing became rapid, and sweat was already soaking through his clothes. He knew that he had to give it his all and couldn't hesitate any longer.

However, Xu Fu seemed to have seen through his weakness, and his attacks became more and more vicious, each strike accompanied by a sharp metal crash.

Miyamoto Ichiro felt his physical strength gradually exhausted, and his sword skills gradually slowed down, and he couldn't dodge.

In the mysterious atmosphere of that ruined temple, the life-and-death duel between the two swordsmen entered a white-hot stage.

The sound of the sword and Ge clashing kept ringing, and Miyamoto Ichiro was already in trouble, and his strength was gradually exhausted.

Ichiro Miyamoto felt his strength gradually depleted, but his will never wavered. He gritted his teeth and did everything possible to stay alert and look for opportunities to fight back.

Xu Fu's offensive became more and more violent, and he seemed to have found a way to break through Ichiro Miyamoto, driving him into a desperate situation again and again.

Suddenly, Seo Fu stabbed Miyamoto in the throat with a sharp long ge, but Miyamoto dodged the fatal blow sideways with amazing reflexes.

Although he avoided death, Changge still cut his neck, and blood flowed from a shallow wound.

Miyamoto Ichiro coughed in pain, the knife in his hand loosened slightly, Xu Fu saw the opportunity, he jumped up sharply, and Changge stabbed Miyamoto Ichiro in the chest.

Miyamoto Ichiro only had time to raise his knife to parry, but he had already fallen into a disadvantageous position and was forced to retreat.

Nagago slid across Miyamoto Ichiro's blade, making a sharp grinding sound.

Ichiro Miyamoto felt a tremendous amount of pressure, and his steps stepped back step by step, and the space inside the temple became more and more narrow.

Seo Fu's eyes flashed with victory, and he continued to exert pressure relentlessly, trying to push Ichiro Miyamoto into a corner.

Ichiro Miyamoto understands that he must find a way out, otherwise he will not be able to escape the fatal blow of Seo Fuk.

At that moment, Miyamoto Ichiro's thoughts were like lightning, and he suddenly thought of a way.

Using the last of his strength, he suddenly threw his knife at Xu Fu, and then dodged Changge's attack with a roll.

Taken aback by Miyamoto Ichiro's actions, Seo Fu hurriedly dodged, but the blade slashed across his shoulder, leaving a shallow wound.

Ichiro Miyamoto took the opportunity to stand up, drew a knife, and prepared to return to the fight.

This life-and-death duel is still not over, Ichiro Miyamoto has defused the crisis, and Xu Fu also feels a trace of anxiety.

The two swordsmen continue to clash in the ruins of the temple, their fate remains uncertain, and only time will reveal who will emerge victorious.

The swordsman Ichiro Miyamoto and the golden Changge Xu Fu continue to fight desperately in that ruined temple.

Miyamoto Ichiro's gaze was firm, and despite his body having been injured many times, he did not show weakness, holding a knife in his hand, to meet Xu Fu's attack.

Xu Fu felt uneasy, he didn't expect Miyamoto Ichiro to have such a tenacious will to survive.

The golden long gle flashed in his hand, trying to find an opportunity to break through Miyamoto Ichiro's defenses.

He knew that if he missed the opportunity, the situation could be reversed.

The figures of the two intertwined in the ruins of the ruined temple, the sword light and the golden light of Changge reflected each other in the dim environment.

Ichiro Miyamoto's knife skills are steady and accurate, and the knife is like the last hope for the continuation of life in his hands.

Xu Fu's Changge danced like a dragon, and the offensive was swift and merciless.

Suddenly, a bright light slashed, and Xu Fu's Changge was shot down by Miyamoto Ichiro's knife, and the golden Changge drew an arc in the air, and then landed heavily on the stone floor of the temple.

A hint of triumphant joy flashed in Miyamoto's eyes.

Xu Fu felt a pang of despair, but he didn't rest on his laurels.

He quickly bent down, picked up the fragments of Changge on the ground, and then quickly retreated, keeping his distance.

He knew that he was already at a disadvantage and that the situation needed to be reassessed.

Ichiro Miyamoto didn't rush into pursuit, he knew that Xu Fu was still a dangerous opponent.

The two stood between the ruins of the temple, breathing rapidly, and the experience of pain was still clear.

Their eyes intertwined, and they both understood that this duel was far from over.

Inside the ruined temple, the two swordsmen continued to wait for the next round of the decisive battle.

Their swords and ge, full of determination and tenacity, will continue to dance in the moonlight until the final victory is decided.

In that ruined temple, Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu stood on the edge of confrontation, both swordsmen covered in scars, but their eyes still burned with unyielding determination.

Xu Fu lifted the fragment of the golden Changge, the weapon that was no longer complete still emitting a mysterious light.

His eyes were cold, showing no slackness.

He knew that the duel would continue, and victory could still be his.

Ichiro Miyamoto picked up his knife, the blade was already a little blunt, but he didn't flinch.

His lips were closed and his expression was resolute, convinced that he could turn the tide of battle.

He was a true samurai and never gave up.

The battle broke out again, and the figures of the two were intertwined in the ruins, the sword light and golden light changing in an instant.

Miyamoto's attacks became more ruthless, and he no longer limited himself to defense, but took the initiative to try to break down Seofu's defense.

Xu Fu responded calmly, and the fragments of Changge turned into a golden whirlwind, blocking Miyamoto Ichiro's attacks one by one.

Then, he suddenly counterattacked, and Changge stabbed Miyamoto Ichiro in the abdomen, Miyamoto Ichiro barely dodged, but was still cut by Changge with a wound.

Ichiro Miyamoto felt pain, but he didn't stop, he knew that only by constantly pressing, he could maintain the advantage.

His knife skills became sharper, and every swing carried a deadly threat.

Xu Fu didn't show weakness either, and the fragments of his Changge danced in the air like golden flames.

He tries to find a flaw in Ichiro Miyamoto, but the latter desperately tries to stay on his toes and not give him a chance.

Time passed in this life-and-death duel, and the physical strength of the two swordsmen gradually dried up, but their fighting spirit remained firm.

They fought in this ruin, for honor and dignity, in order to be the last victor.

It was a desperate duel of samurai warriors that decided their future fate.

In the ruins of that ruined temple, the fight between the swordsman Ichiro Miyamoto and the golden Changge Xu Fu continued to escalate.

Their bodies were already covered in pain, but their unwavering determination still burned in their hearts.

Miyamoto's knife skills became more subtle, and he aimed at every flaw in Seo Fuk in an attempt to find the fatal blow.

His knife danced like water, and every swing carried a deadly threat.

He knew it was his last chance, and he couldn't hesitate any longer.

Xu Fu did not show weakness either, and his Changge fragments danced like a golden dragon, meeting Miyamoto Ichiro's attack.

His eyes were still cold, showing not the slightest hint of panic.

He knew he had to stay calm and look for opportunities.

Suddenly, a piercing metal crash sounded, and Miyamoto Ichiro's knife and Xu Fu's Changge fragment converged, stirring up sparks.

The eyes of the two swordsmen met, as if to convey a wordless challenge in this instant.

Their bodies were like a whirlwind in battle, swords and golden lights intertwined, and the ruins of the temple became witnesses of their battle.

Sweat had soaked their clothes, but their resolve remained unbreakable.

Both Ichiro Miyamoto and Seo Fu understand that this duel is not only a physical contest, but also a spiritual contest.

They are willing to give everything for their honor, for the victory of that moment.

The battle in the ruins continues, and no one knows who the final winner will be, but this duel will become a legend, passed down and forever remembered in the hearts of the people.

In this abandoned and ruined temple, the fierce battle between Ichiro Miyamoto and Seo Fu continues. Their swordsmanship has reached its peak, and every move and style contains a profound martial arts essence.

Miyamoto Ichiro's sword skills were like a storm, and his knife swung at an incredibly fast speed, trying to penetrate Xu Fu's defenses.

His eyes were focused, his mind was undivided, and he was hell-bent on breaking his opponent's hold.

Xu Fu's body is also extremely flexible, and his golden long ge dances like a dragon out to sea, meeting the challenge of Miyamoto Ichiro.

His defense is impregnable, and every attack is skillfully defused.

The ruins of the temple had become the backdrop for the duel, and the stones were scattered everywhere in the collision of the two swords, filling the dust.

Their breath was short, their sweat was dripping, but no one was willing to throw in the towel.

Suddenly, with an unforeseen attack, Miyamoto Ichiro's knife was slammed down by Xu Fu's Changge, and the blade drew an arc in the air, and then landed on the ground of the temple.

Ichiro Miyamoto was armed with an empty knife, shocked and desperate.

Xu Fu saw an opportunity, and his long ge stabbed Miyamoto Ichiro in the chest.

But just at the last moment, Miyamoto Ichiro turned around with incredible speed to dodge the fatal blow, and then took off into the air, rolling backwards, dodging Xu Fu's pursuit.

Both swordsmen were exhausted at the moment, but their resolve remained strong.

The atmosphere inside the temple became even more tense as the duel had entered its most critical moment.

They knew that victory or defeat would be decided in an instant, and that the honor of the samurai depended on their choice.

In this abandoned ruined temple, the battle between Ichiro Miyamoto and Seo Fu entered a decisive phase.

The two swordsmen's breath was short, sweat had blurred their vision, but their resolve remained unbreakable.

Ichiro Miyamoto's knife was shot down, but he didn't give up.

He dodged Xu Fu's fatal blow, then quickly drew the short knife at his waist and prepared to fight again. His eyes flashed with a strong will, and he would never admit defeat easily.

Xu Fu didn't stop either, his Changge fragment still flickering in the golden light.

He knew that now was the last chance and that he had to take advantage of this opportunity to defeat Ichiro Miyamoto. His attacks became more vicious, and each strike was accompanied by a roar.

The swordsmanship of the two men intertwined, and the blades and Changge fragments clashed in the air, making a sharp metal crash.

Their bodies were like a storm in battle, and the light of swords and gold intertwined into a spectacular picture.

Suddenly, with a swift attack, Ichiro Miyamoto's short knife stabbed Seo Fu in the abdomen, but Seo Fu dodged the fatal blow with amazing reaction speed.

The fragment of his long ge swung towards Miyamoto Ichiro's cheek, nearly cutting his skin.

Miyamoto Ichiro and Seo Fu's bodies are getting closer and closer, and they can almost feel each other's breathing.

It's the culmination of a life-and-death duel, and every move and style can be the difference between victory and defeat.

The atmosphere inside the temple was tense to the extreme, and the people watching held their breath.

Two swordsmen face off in a final battle in this ruined ruined temple, and their fate depends on the last moment.

Ichiro Miyamoto snatched back his dual swords in an instant, and instantly set up his stance, ready to launch a counterattack.

His movements are swift and precise, and his knives and daggers are like mountains and rivers in his hands.

Seeing this, Xu Fu's cold expression changed slightly, he knew that he couldn't be careless.

The fragment of his Changge waved again, and golden light flickered in the ruins of the ruined temple.

This matchup will be the final battle that will decide the fate of the two.

Ichiro Miyamoto was determined to pour all the power of his body into the blade, and his attacks became more ferocious.

He rushed forward, his sword light piercing the night sky like a meteor, aiming at Xu Fu's body.

Not to be outdone, Xu Fu was still nimble in his body and skillfully dodged Ichiro Miyamoto's fatal blow.

With a loud bang, Xu Fu's Changge fragment collided with Miyamoto Ichiro's knife again, making a deafening metal impact.

The forces of the two swordsmen converged in that instant, and the walls of the temple trembled.

Their eyes flashed with determination and unyielding determination, and they knew that only this moment, only this duel, could decide the outcome of the battle.

In the ruined ruined temple, the sword light of the two swordsmen continues to flicker, and they will devote themselves to this decisive battle that will decide their fate.

(End of chapter)