Xu Fu's golden Changge pierced the night sky like a meteor, bringing up pieces of golden light.

His attacks were so fast that they were almost impossible to catch, and Changge's blades were like the claws of a vicious beast, each swing carrying the aura of destruction that destroyed everything.

With his keen perception and superb sword skills, Wei Minggu tried his best to dodge Xu Fu's every attack while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Wei Minggu suddenly changed his move, turned over, avoided Xu Fu's Changge attack, and then quickly approached, and the katana drew a silver-white arc, heading straight for Xu Fu's neck.

Xu Fu barely dodged, but was scratched by the blade, and a wisp of blood flowed down his cheek.

His eyes became even more fanatical, roaring angrily, and he swung Changge again, intending to completely kill Wei Minggu.

Wei Minggu was as calm as water, he soared into the air, dodged Xu Fu's attack, and then quickly counterattacked.

His katana arced and accurately hit Xu Fu's arm, knocking Changge into the air.

Xu Fu let out a painful cry, Chang Ge landed, and his offensive was completely interrupted.

Wei Minggu was merciless, and quickly stabbed at Xu Fu's chest, his eyes were full of determination, this knife was bound to be fatal.

At the moment when the blade touched Xu Fu's skin, a trace of cunning flashed in Xu Fu's eyes.

He suddenly leaped backwards, the blade brushing by, and a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand.

When Wei Minggu was caught off guard, Xu Fu fought back violently, and the dagger stabbed into Wei Minggu's shoulder.

Wei Minggu snorted, his body stiffened slightly, and Xu Fu took the opportunity to break away from Wei Minggu's attack range and jump into the distance.

The two stood opposite each other, their breath was rapid, and their eyes were full of each other's killing intent.

At this moment, they all understood that this battle was far from over, and life and death were still in the balance.

In the depths of this mountain forest, the two samurai prepare for the next round of even more fierce duels, risking their lives to fight to the death.

On Reed's shoulder, blood oozed out, reflecting his samurai uniform.

He bowed his head slightly, and a firm will flashed in his eyes, inspiring an even stronger desire to fight.

At the same time, Xu Fu clenched the dagger in his hand, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, he knew that now was the opportunity to end it all.

The eyes of the two met, as if an electric current was stirring in the air.

Wei Minggu pulled out the dagger with force, and blood dripped down the blade to the ground.

His posture remained straight, without flinching.

Xu Fu approached step by step, his body was like a tiger, fierce and powerful.

The battle broke out again, and the dagger sliced through the air, sending a piercing sound straight to the throat of the reed valley.

Wei Minggu quickly dodged and used his katana to block Xu Fu's attack.

His eyes flashed with wit, and the blade of his katana flickered left and right, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.

And Xu Fu was sometimes aggressive, sometimes defensive, and forced Wei Minggu to retreat.

Suddenly, Wei Minggu jumped hard and soared into the air, dodging Xu Fu's dagger attack while swinging his knife fiercely.

The sword light flickered, and a silver arc pierced the night sky, piercing Xu Fu's heart.

Xu Fu tried his best to dodge, but he was still scratched by the blade, and a blood mark extended from his chest.

The pain inspired Xu Fu to be even more crazy.

He roared and unleashed a fierce counterattack without mercy.

As the dagger danced, the blade drew arcs in such a fast way that it was hard to see.

Wei Minggu tried his best to resist Xu Fu's attack with difficulty, but his injuries worsened and his physical strength gradually exhausted.

Xu Fu saw that the opportunity could not be missed, and he unleashed a continuous attack, forcing Wei Minggu to retreat one after another.

Wei Minggu's katana was almost knocked away, and he dodged in confusion, but could not withstand Xu Fu's fierce onslaught.

In the end, Xu Fu's dagger stabbed Wei Minggu in the shoulder, and Wei Minggu roared in pain, his body collapsed, and he fell to the ground.

The joy of victory and exhaustion surged into Xu Fu's heart.

He clenched his dagger, his breath was short, and his eyes were full of triumphant light.

In this life-and-death contest, he is the winner.

And Wei Minggu was lying on the ground, his tortured body unable to support it, and his eyes were full of endless regret and unwillingness.

He knew that the outcome of this battle was doomed to his defeat and destined him to sleep in this mountain forest.

The aftermath of the battle faded away, and the mountains and forests returned to tranquility.

Two samurai, one victorious, one silent.

Their battles have left a legend in this ancient mountain forest.

It was a brutal life-and-death struggle, but also a heroic one, and the battle between the two was earth-shattering.

While the aftermath of the battle was still echoing in the valley, Wei Minggu was seriously wounded, but he still did not give up.

He struggled to his feet, blood oozing from the wound, staining his samurai suit red.

His gaze was full of tenacious will, as if to tell Xu Fu that even if he was seriously injured, he would not be easily defeated.

Xu Fu also understood that Wei Minggu was not an opponent to give up so easily.

He clenched his dagger and stared vigilantly at Wei Minggu, ready to meet the next round of onslaught.

The atmosphere between the two became even more tense, and the pressure of the battle seemed to be able to tear through the air.

Wei Minggu suddenly shouted, and his body pounced on Xu Fu like a tiger.

His speed was astonishing, and the injuries didn't slow down his attack in the slightest.

Xu Fu was ready to greet him, his dagger flashing with cold light, and swung towards Wei Ming Valley.

The weapons of the two collided in mid-air, emitting a piercing metallic sound.

The battle has entered a white-hot stage, and the battle between the two is full of wisdom and skill.

Wei Minggu's attacks became more cunning, sometimes using his katana to block Xu Fu's attacks, and sometimes dodging quickly, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

And Xu Fu was always vigilant and did not give Wei Minggu any chance to take advantage of.

Wei Minggu's eyes flashed with wisdom, and he began to try to channel Xu Fu's attack, looking for a flaw.

Xu Fu responded calmly and was not swayed by Wei Minggu's inducement.

He knew that now was a critical moment, and if he was not careful, he might fall into the trap of Wei Ming Valley.

Suddenly, Wei Minggu's figure flickered and quickly flashed behind Xu Fu.

He jerked back, his katana slicing through the air, straight into Seo Fu's carotid artery.

Xu Fu's instincts allowed him to dodge the fatal blow in time, but a deep wound was cut on his shoulder, and sharp pain came.

Xu Fu gritted his teeth, he knew that if he continued like this, he would be forced into a desperate situation.

He slammed back, dagger stabbing into Reed Minggu's abdomen.

Wei Minggu tried to dodge, but he was still cut by the tip of the knife, and blood gushed out.

Both of them used their last strength at this moment to launch the most violent attack.

The scene of the battle was almost beyond the limits of human beings, and the figures of the two samurai flashed like a storm, flashing rapidly, and countless attacks and dodges unfolded in an instant.

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

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.

Deep in the mountains, the battle between the two warriors is like a silent symphony, a magnificent picture of life, death and glory.

With Xu Fu's movements, the golden Changge appeared in his hand again.

Chang Ge pierced the night sky, bringing up golden light, like a divine soldier descending from the sky.

At this moment, Xu Fu's eyes flashed with determination, and he had already decided to end this battle with his most powerful weapon.

Wei Minggu looked at the katana in his hand, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He knew that this was the last and only chance.

He gripped his katana tightly, ready to meet Xu Fu's attack.

The battle broke out again, and the figures of the two quickly shuttled through the mountains and forests, and the collision of the golden long brother and the silver katana made a deafening metallic sound.

Xu Fu's attack became more and more fierce, and Changge danced, making a whistling sound, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

Remyonggu defuses every attack with superb swordsmanship, sometimes dodging sideways and sometimes blocking with a katana.

Wei Minggu suddenly stepped up his attack, his katana turned into a silver whirlwind, the blade flickering, stabbing at Xu Fu like lightning.

Xu Fu was calm and composed, and Changge danced to defuse this fierce attack.

Then, he launched a counterattack with Changge, stabbing at the heart of Wei Minggu.

Wei Minggu tried his best to dodge, but Chang Ge cut the samurai uniform on his chest, and blood suddenly gushed out.

He gritted his teeth and held on, his katana swinging, trying to find Seo Fu's flaws.

Xu Fu calmly defused each attack, and then used Changge to launch a fierce counterattack, forcing Wei Minggu into defeat.

Wei Minggu's face showed a look of determination, he knew that he had reached the point of life and death.

He let go, and the katana danced more fiercely, trying to fend off Xu Fu's onslaught.

However, Xu Fu's Changge was like a divine soldier descending, and every swing brought a storm-like wind, and Wei Minggu couldn't completely resist it.

Xu Fu's attack became more and more violent, his power seemed endless, and Changge pierced the air with a sharp hissing sound.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and kept blocking Xu Fu's offsets, but his physical strength had reached its limit.

Xu Fu saw that the opportunity could not be missed, and with all his strength, Changge stabbed Wei Minggu's chest.

The battle between the two samurai entered a white-hot phase. Xu Fu wielded the golden Changge, and his attack was as fierce as thunder, and every swing brought a storm-like momentum.

With the help of his agile body and superb katana skills, Wei Minggu skillfully dodged Xu Fu's attacks, sometimes counterattacking, sometimes dodging.

In the depths of this mountain forest, the figures of the two staggered and shuttled, and the golden long ge and the silver katana collided in the air, making a metal crashing sound.

Each of their movements is full of power and speed, and every attack is accurate, as if predicting the opponent's next move.

Xu Fu's long ges pierced the night sky, and his fierce momentum made the surrounding trees seem to applaud him.

His attacks were like a tiger descending from a mountain, and every swing was accompanied by a roar, and it was extremely fast.

And Wei Minggu won by surprise, sometimes turning into a blast wind, sometimes like a spirit fox, trying to find out Xu Fu's flaws one by one.

Wei Minggu suddenly jumped over, avoided Xu Fu's Changge, and then quickly approached.

His katana danced, slicing through the air like a silver lightning bolt that stabbed Xu Fu in the chest.

Xu Fu tried his best to dodge, but the blade slashed through his chest, and a wisp of blood flowed down his chest.

The pain spurred Xu Fu to attack even more violently. He roared angrily, swung his Changge, and launched a continuous attack, like a raging storm, overwhelming the sky.

However, Remyitu remained calm, blocking every attack with his katana while trying to find an opportunity to fight back.

Wei Minggu suddenly changed his moves, turned around, dodged Xu Fu's Changge attack, and then quickly approached.

His katana drew a silver arc and went straight for Xu Fu's front door.

Xu Fu barely dodged, but was grazed by the blade, leaving a bloody wound.

A hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he swung Changge again, trying to fend off Wei Minggu's attack.

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.

The battle continued to make the entire mountain forest seem to boil, and the battle between the samurai was like a thrilling dance, and every sword carried the pressure of life and death.

In this brutal battle, the strength, speed, and skill of the two samurai were displayed to the extreme, and they were the best beings in the mountains and forests.

The battle between the two samurai entered a new climax.

Between their offense and defense, wisdom and strength are intertwined, and every swing contains their ultimate skill.

The clash of the golden long ges and the silver katana emitted a piercing metallic sound that echoed in the silence of the night.

Xu Fu's offensive became more aggressive, his figure slashed a golden light in the air, and every swing of Changge brought a storm-like power.

His eyes were sharp, and he was engrossed in looking for the flaws in Wei Minggu, trying to defeat him completely.

Remyitani, on the other hand, remained calm, his eyes shining with determination, and every swing of his katana was full of threat.

Suddenly, Remyung Valley stepped up his attack, his katana dancing even faster, each swing carrying a deadly threat.

He tried to find Xu Fu's flaw and killed him with one blow.

Xu Fu used Changge to defuse every attack, and every counterattack was accurate, forcing Wei Minggu to retreat.

Suddenly, Wei Minggu's figure flickered, and he turned into a silver whirlwind, quickly flashing behind Xu Fu.

Xu Fu's instincts made him turn around in time and swung Changge to block the fatal blow.

Their weapons collided in the air, sending out sparks of light.

At this moment, the eyes of the two were facing each other, as if in this silent gaze, there was an endless battle intent.

As the battle progressed, the breath of the two became more and more rapid, and each swing consumed their tremendous physical strength.

However, they persevered, determined to carry the fight to the end.

Xu Fu used Changge to block Wei Minggu's attack, and then launched a fierce counterattack.

His long song pierced the night sky, brought a strong wind, and went straight to the heart of the Reed Ming Valley.

(End of chapter)