Dressed in a black samurai uniform, the samurai Rei Minggu was brave and resolute, carrying a longbow on his shoulder and a glittering katana at his waist.

His gaze was as sharp as an eagle, revealing unfathomable wisdom and courage.

As he weaved through the dense trees, his steps were light and decisive, and he expertly leaped over the stream and through the dense jungle, as if he were at one with nature.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, reflecting his resolute face and determined eyes.

Wei Minggu is a burly figure, taller than ordinary people, with strong muscles, revealing great strength and endurance.

His complexion was bronzed, as if it had been sunburned golden, showing the traces of his long time outdoors.

The sweaty face is carved with traces of time, and there are deep and shallow wrinkles, revealing the vicissitudes of time and wisdom.

His eyes were deep and sharp, like two bright stars, shining in the gloomy mountain forest.

There is firmness and determination in his eyes, as if he can see through everything.

Under the thick eyebrows, a pair of piercing eyes are always vigilant against all movements around him.

His hair was disheveled, draped over his broad shoulders, and smelled wild.

The long hair is interspersed with some gray-white filaments, showing the ruthlessness of the years.

Although his appearance has aged, his posture is still upright, and his actions reveal fortitude and decisiveness.

The corners of Wei Minggu's mouth were tightly pursed, and it seemed as if there was a trace of indifference forever.

His chin is sharp and well-defined, showing a determined character and decisive determination.

His neck reveals hard muscles that give him a sense of inviolability.

Suddenly, a golden light pierced the sky and flew towards the Reed Valley like lightning.

It was a golden long, glowing with cold light, like a threatening viper.

Wei Minggu's reaction was extremely fast, his eyes stared, and he immediately sensed the danger coming.

He swung the katana at his waist vigorously, and the blade made a piercing sound and collided with the golden Changge.

The golden light and the sword light intertwined, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated the surrounding mountains and forests.

At the moment of the confrontation, Wei Minggu's eyes flashed with determination and determination.

With all his strength, he steadily blocked Jin Changge's attack.

With the clash of forces, he felt the threat of the enemy, but he did not flinch in the slightest.

His body shook slightly, blocking Jin Changge, and then quickly counterattacked.

His katana danced like the wind, its blades cutting silver arcs like meteors piercing the night sky.

His attacks were swift and accurate, as if he had anticipated all the enemy's movements.

The holder of the Golden Changge was forced back by Wei Minggu's rapid counterattack, and was forced to take a few steps back, struggling to stabilize his figure.

Wei Minggu stood in place, his eyes deep. He knew that the battle was far from over.

So, he gripped his katana and faced the enemy again, ready for a more intense battle.

Xu Fu retracted the golden Changge, and with the flickering of his sword, he slowly retracted his attack.

Then, he danced in a circle, like a dancing god, looking unusually majestic and graceful in the mountains and forests.

Eventually, he stopped steadily, his eyes as bright as the stars, staring at the Valley of Reeds.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and the atmosphere was tense and dignified.

In this silent mountain forest, the sound of a heartbeat can be heard, indicating that a more intense battle is coming.

The corners of Xu Fu's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a mocking smile, he seemed to despise Wei Minggu's strength.

Wei Minggu's eyes were like ice, and he did not show weakness.

He clutched his katana and straightened his posture like an unshakable statue.

There was not the slightest fear on his face, only firmness and determination.

On his body, there was an inviolable aura, standing there like a mountain.

The atmosphere of the battle heated up between the two, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

The two powerful fighters stood facing each other, and the atmosphere was tense and full of anticipation.

Remyitu clenched his katana tightly, his gaze as firm as a rock, and the aura emanating from his body made the air around him seem to freeze.

And Xu Fu was holding a golden Changge, with an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.

The battle began.

Xu Fu suddenly launched an attack, and the golden Changge drew a gorgeous arc and let out a sharp whistling sound.

His attacks were swift and fierce, like a raging storm towards the Valley of the Reeds.

Wei Minggu immediately greeted him, and when the katana danced, the blade cut out pieces of silver light, intersecting with the golden Changge, making a sonorous collision sound.

The battle was extremely fierce, and the figures of the two were staggered in the air, flashing rapidly, like two lightning bolts crossing the mountain forest.

Xu Fu's offensive was like the minions of a fierce beast, extremely fierce; Wei Minggu, on the other hand, defused every attack with superb martial arts and agility, always maintaining calm and composure.

Every attack they attack is deadly, and every dodge is a dance on the brink of life and death.

During the battle, the trees in the mountain forest were shaken, as if they also felt the huge pressure between the two strong men.

The wind blew, and the dust swirled around the two of them, forming a blur of light and shadow.

Time seems to slow down in this struggle, every moment frozen in the air.

Their eyes flashed with wisdom and determination, and the battle was not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of wisdom and skill.

They observe each other, try to find each other's flaws, and then seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

In this battle, the figures of the two strong men were staggered, swords and swords, and the fighting spirit was soaring.

Their breath was short, and their sweat and blood intertwined, revealing the fierceness and brutality of the battle.

Their figures flickered and flickered, wandering among the trees like ghosts.

Xu Fu held a golden Changge, and every swing brought up a piece of golden light, and the blade was like a meteor across the night sky, fast and accurate, and amazingly powerful.

And Wei Minggu held a katana in his hand, leaving a silver arc between the dances, and the blade was extremely sharp, accurate and sharp.

Xu Fu's offensive was extremely fierce, Chang Ge drew a volley arc, and the humming wind accompanied by golden light filled the entire mountain forest.

Each of his blows carried the momentum of destruction of everything, striving to suppress the Reed Ming Valley.

Reedingu, on the other hand, was agile and nimble, his katana dancing in a shadow that skillfully defused every attack.

He is agile, sometimes dodging quickly, sometimes approaching his opponent in an instant, and defusing danger into invisibility.

The moves of the two are intertwined to form a subtle battle picture.

The golden and silver lights staggered in the air, and the blade and Changge made a sharp metallic crash when they touched.

The pace of the battle is extremely fast, one moment it is a sharp attack, and the next second it is a flexible dodge, as if it is performing a gorgeous dance.

Xu Fu's attacks became more and more violent, and he tried to force Wei Minggu to make a mistake with a fierce attack, but Wei Minggu always kept his composure.

He constantly shifts his form, skillfully dodging each attack, and then quickly counterattacking.

His knife technique is precise and vicious, and every swing carries a deadly threat.

The scene of the battle was extremely intense, and the breath of the two gradually became rapid, and the sweat mixed with the smell of the earth stuck to their bodies.

In this life-and-death struggle, wisdom and strength clashed, and their eyes flashed with tenacious will.

It's a battle beyond the flesh, a battle of wills, a battle between two top samurai.

In the depths of that mountain forest, the battle between the two samurai was like a wonderful dance, and every swing and dodge was full of power and skill.

Xu Fu's golden Changge slashed through the air, letting out a low whistling sound.

His attacks were fast and aggressive, each swing creating a powerful airflow that pushed the air around him away.

Wei Ming Valley was like flowing water, lightly dodging Xu Fu's every attack.

His figure is sometimes leaning over, sometimes soaring into the air, and he is extremely nimble, like a cunning fox, always finding the most opportune moment to dodge attacks.

Xu Fu's attacks became more and more violent, and he kept changing the direction of his attacks, trying to break through the defense line of Wei Ming Valley.

However, Wei Minggu's reaction was extremely fast, and he was able to dodge the attack in time every time, and then quickly counterattacked.

His katana drew silver arcs like lightning at Xu Fu, forcing him to retreat.

The pace of the battle is fast and tight, and the figures of the two men are intertwined, sometimes hand-to-hand, sometimes long-distance fighting.

Xu Fu's Changge pierced the air with a piercing whistling sound, and the katana of the Reed Ming Valley danced in the air, the blades flashing with cold light.

Each of their attacks is full of murderous energy, and every dodge shows their superb skills.

As the battle progressed, Xu Fu's offensive gradually became fierce, and he tried to break the defense line of Wei Ming Valley with more fierce attacks.

Wei Minggu calmly defuses every attack, and when the time comes, he can always launch a sharp counterattack.

There was a hint of determination in his eyes, and he was determined to defeat this formidable opponent.

In the heat of this fierce battle, the sweat of the two samurai seeped through their samurai uniforms, and their muscles trembled in tension.

Their breath was short, and every attack and dodge was a drain on their physical strength.

However, they are strong-willed and unshakable in their determination.

This is not just a physical confrontation, but also a contest of will and wisdom.

Their eyes flashed with tenacity and determination, and they all knew that this battle would be the difference between life and death, victory or defeat.

Xu Fu swung his golden Changge, each swing was accompanied by a golden light, and the blade cut through the air, making a sharp piercing sound.

His attacks were swift and powerful, like thunderbolts, and their power was not to be underestimated.

Wei Minggu is holding a katana, the sword light flickering, and the dancing posture is like flowing water, graceful and fierce.

His eyes shone with intelligence, as if he could perceive the other party's every move.

The battle began, and Xu Fu's Changge slashed through the air and headed straight for Wei Minggu's throat.

Wei Minggu instantly rose into the air, his body like a dancing swallow, easily dodging the fatal blow.

A little at his feet, like a cheetah, quickly approached Xu Fu, and the katana drew a silvery-white arc, stabbing his enemy in the chest like lightning.

Xu Fu was not surprised at all, and with his excellent reflexes and skills, he sideways dodged the attack of the katana, and at the same time struck Wei Minggu fiercely with Changge.

Reedingu dodged sideways, then spun around to transform the attack into a powerful horizontal slash.

The weapons of the two converged, and there was a deafening sound of metal clashing, which provoked sparks.

The battle is full of variety, and the two samurai shuttle quickly in a small space, switching offense and defense, with a staggering speed and accuracy.

Xu Fu sometimes used Changge's leverage effect to block Wei Minggu, and sometimes tried to penetrate Wei Minggu's defense with quick attacks.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, is constantly looking for opportunities with flexible body skills and superb knife skills, trying to find out Xu Fu's flaws.

Their eyes flashed with stubborn determination, and the battle intensified.

Xu Fu's attacks became more and more violent, while Wei Minggu became more and more calm.

Each of their moves and moves was full of power, as if they were about to crush each other.

The battle between Xu Fu and Wei Minggu was like an epic encounter, and a shocking samurai duel was staged in the mountains and forests.

The clashing sound of Changge and katana echoed in the air, and the golden and silver light intertwined into a dazzling brilliance.

Xu Fu launched a fierce attack, and Chang Ge drew an endless arc, trying to suppress Wei Ming Valley.

Each of his attacks carried a huge momentum, as if it was about to destroy everything around him.

However, Wei Minggu's skills were extraordinary, and with his amazing reaction speed and superb swordsmanship, he defused every attack of Xu Fu and turned it into nothing.

Wei Minggu dodged quickly, avoiding Xu Fu's ferocious Changge, and then quickly counterattacked.

His katana is as nimble as a viper, and every swing carries a deadly threat.

In an instant, he turned into a blast wind and instantly approached Xu Fu, and the katana slashed through the air and stabbed Xu Fu in the chest.

Xu Fu barely dodged, but the blade still cut through his samurai suit, leaving a bloody wound.

This seemed to inspire him to attack even more frantically.

He wielded Changge and launched a continuous attack, like a raging storm, overwhelming the sky.

However, Wei Minggu remained calm in this attack, and he used precise sword techniques to block every attack, defusing Xu Fu's rage.

The pace of the battle became more and more intense, and the figures of the two staggered in the air, flashing rapidly.

Xu Fu's breathing became rapid, and he felt Wei Minggu's increasingly powerful counterattack.

There was a determined glint in Reedingu's eyes, and he was determined to push this battle to the winning side.

In the depths of this mountain forest, the battle between the two samurai was like a silent engagement, full of the flavor of life and death.

Every attack is resolute, and every dodge is full of wisdom.

This is a true samurai duel, a contest of strength, skill, and intelligence.

In this battle, only the strong will survive, and both are determined to become that strong one.

The battle lasted for a long time in the mountains and forests, and the battle between the two samurai became more and more intense.

Xu Fu's attack became more and more ferocious, and Chang Ge drew a flame-like arc in the air, each swing bringing a howling wind.

His gaze flashed with determination and cruelty, as if he was going to defeat Wei Minggu completely.

Wei Minggu calmly coped, his form sometimes flying in the air, sometimes gliding rapidly, every movement full of strength and force.

(End of chapter)