Wei Minggu's katana made a piercing grinding sound as it blocked Xu Fu's Changge, and the katana in his hand trembled slightly from overexertion.

However, in the midst of despair, there was a tenacious glint in his eyes, as if to swear that he would never admit defeat easily.

Xu Fu launched an offensive mercilessly, and Chang Ge drew a golden light in the air, oppressing Wei Ming Valley.

His eyes revealed indifference and determination, he no longer had any room for tolerance, and he must defeat his opponent completely.

Wei Minggu's body was pressed lower and lower, but he still held the katana in his hand, trying to resist Xu Fu's attack with the last of his strength.

His physical strength had reached its limit, and every swing made him feel severe pain.

Xu Fu's attack became more and more violent, and Chang Ge turned into a golden whirlwind, stirring up the air around him.

Every swing of his hand seemed to tell the cry of victory, and he knew that as long as it lasted for a moment, victory would be his.

Suddenly, Xu Fu unleashed the final blow.

His body soared into the air, and Changge drew a perfect arc in the air, heading straight for the top of Wei Minggu's head.

This blow condensed all his strength and determination, and was the deadliest move of his entire fight.

A trace of helplessness flashed in Wei Minggu's eyes, and his body could no longer make effective dodges.

The katana trembled slightly in his hand, as if it spoke of powerlessness for his struggles.

In that fatal moment, his life seemed destined to come to an end.

However, just as Xu Fu's Changge was about to touch the top of Wei Minggu's head, Wei Minggu's body suddenly twisted to the side, and the katana was swung out.

His move was not a counterattack, but a desperate struggle, a struggle to hope that the other party would be brought down with the last shred of strength.

Xu Fu's Changge stabbed through the air, and his body suddenly lost its balance and fell to the ground.

At this moment, with the last of his strength, Wei Minggu stabbed the katana into his heart.

However, just when the battle seemed to be over, suddenly, Xu Fu's body trembled slightly, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

His fingers moved slightly, and Changge made a faint sound on the ground.

Wei Minggu felt this slight movement, and a trace of alertness flashed in his eyes.

However, his body could no longer move, and he could only watch helplessly.

Suddenly, Xu Fu's fingers waved rapidly, and Changge drew an arc on the ground, and then stabbed at Wei Minggu.

Wei Minggu subconsciously used his last strength to try to dodge, but he was a step too late.

Changge stabbed him in the shoulder, and Wei Minggu let out a muffled snort, and the sharp pain spread throughout his body.

His body shuddered violently, but the firmness in his eyes did not disappear.

He gritted his teeth and used his last strength to try to break free from Xu Fu's attack.

A sneer flashed in Xu Fu's eyes, and he stabbed Chang Ge into Wei Minggu's body with greater force.

Wei Minggu's body trembled violently, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

However, his gaze remained steadfast, as if to tell that he would never give in.

At this moment, the katana in Wei Minggu's hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and a violent sword aura burst out.

With the last of his strength, he swung his katana at Xu Fu's throat.

A hint of surprise flashed in Xu Fu's eyes, he didn't have time to dodge, he could only resist this fatal blow.

Rei Minggu still held a katana in his hand, and his eyes revealed fortitude and determination, as if to speak of his indomitability.

And Xu Fu was still holding Changge tightly, his body was strong and powerful, but he became extremely tired in a short moment.

At this moment, the whole valley fell into silence. However, in the midst of this tranquility, Wei Minggu's body suddenly trembled.

There was a strange glint in his eyes, as if trying to stand up.

Although his body has reached its limit, his will is still strong.

And not far away, Xu Fu's body also trembled slightly.

His fingers clenched Changge gently, as if he still had any strength left.

There was a strange look in his eyes, as if he was feeling a challenge from the Reed Ming Valley.

Suddenly, Remyongya's body struggled to its feet, the katana still firmly held in his hand.

His gaze became more determined, as if he was about to launch a final challenge in this last moment.

This kind of persistence and persistence is impossible to ignore.

Xu Fu watched Wei Minggu stand up with difficulty, and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes.

These are two true samurai who are not willing to admit defeat even on the verge of life and death.

He put down Changge and motioned for Wei Minggu to stop, as if conveying a tacit understanding.

The eyes of the two samurai met in the air, as if at this moment, they conveyed countless messages to each other.

Suddenly, Remyonggu let out a low roar, waved the katana in his hand, and launched a fierce attack.

There was a determined glint in his eyes, as if to tell him that he would not give up easily.

The katana slashed through the night sky and went straight for Xu Fu's throat.

Xu Fu's gaze became even colder, and he quickly dodged Wei Minggu's attack before counterattacking.

He swung Changge and unleashed a series of attacks, each swing carrying infinite power. He was determined to defeat the Valley of Reeds once and for all and end the battle.

The muscles in Wei Minggu's whole body were tense, and his movements were extremely flexible.

He skillfully dodged Seo Fu's attack and then countered with a katana.

His swordsmanship was extremely skillful, and each slash stabbed at Xu Fu's vital parts.

Xu Fu felt the pressure from Wei Ming Valley, and his eyes flashed with determination.

He knew that now was his last chance to win, and he must not slack off.

He concentrated all his forces and launched a fierce attack, trying to push the Reed Ming Valley into a corner.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, the muscles in his whole body tensed, and he used all his strength to resist Xu Fu's attack.

His eyes revealed a firm, unyielding will to sustain him to continue fighting.

At the moment of life and death, he is not willing to admit defeat easily.

The battle entered a white-hot state, and the figures of the two flashed rapidly, staggered together.

The katana of the Valley of the Reeds danced like a rain shower, each blow carrying the power of destruction.

His eyes revealed unyielding resoluteness, and he wanted to do his best to defeat Xu Fu at this last moment.

Xu Fu was still calm and calm, and his Changge wave slashed out the battle intent in the sky. His attack was like a beast, and every blow carried the momentum of destruction and destruction.

He knew that this was his last chance to win, and he must not slack off.

The katana of the Reed Valley danced in the air, the blades piercing the night sky, bringing with them the harsh sound of the wind.

His attacks were like a storm, each swing carrying a devastating force, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.

Xu Fu was calm and decisive, his Changge turned into golden lightning and swung quickly to meet the attack of Wei Ming Valley.

There was a shrewd glint in his eyes, and he meticulously blocked every sword of his opponent.

The battle between the two grew fiercer, their weapons clashing and making a high-pitched metallic sound.

Wei Minggu's footwork was unusually flexible, sometimes moving, sometimes flashing sideways, trying to confuse Xu Fu's vision.

His attacks are like a storm, ever-changing and powerful.

Xu Fu remained calm, and his Changge turned into a solid barrier, firmly blocking Wei Minggu's attack.

Although his attacks were ferocious, they were precisely calculated every time, and the power was just right.

Suddenly, Wei Minggu's katana swung and struck a swift sweep in an attempt to knock Xu Fu down.

However, Xu Fu saw the opponent's movements and quickly moved his body to avoid the fatal blow.

Xu Fu seized the opportunity and counterattacked like lightning.

His long ge streaked across the night sky and pointed straight at the waist of Wei Minggu.

Wei Minggu tried his best to dodge, but he was still cut through his robe by Changge, leaving a shallow scar.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and felt the pain, but he still didn't stop attacking.

His eyes were full of tenacity, and he wanted to win this battle and not allow defeat.

Xu Fu felt Wei Minggu's tenacity, and he knew that his opponent would not give in easily.

He swung Changge again and launched a series of attacks, forcing the opponent to retreat. His offensive is like a flame, there is no doubt.

Wei Minggu tried to stabilize his figure, and the katana arced in his hand, blocking Xu Fu's attack.

Determination flashed in his eyes, he would not give up easily, and he was determined to fight to the end.

Although Wei Minggu's body was exhausted, his eyes still flashed with tenacious light.

He wielded the katana, swinging with persistence and determination, as if to squeeze out the last vestige of his body's strength.

Xu Fu was calm and decisive, and his Changge was like a golden dragon, dancing in the night sky.

His movements are like an artist's dance, and every attack is precise and ruthless. He knew it was time to decide the winner.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and felt the soreness in his body.

However, there was tenacity in his eyes. He suddenly stepped up his attack, and the katana swung even more rapidly.

He tried to force Xu Fu to make a mistake through a fierce attack.

Xu Fu saw through Wei Minggu's intentions, he dodged indifferently, and then stabbed with his backhand.

Chang Ge pierced the night sky and pointed straight at Wei Minggu's chest.

Wei Minggu hurriedly dodged, but he was still slashed by Changge's shoulder, and blood instantly stained his robe.

Wei Minggu snorted, but he didn't stop because of this, but increased the intensity of his attack.

A hint of frenzy flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to go all out in this last moment, leaving no regrets.

Xu Fu smiled coldly, his body dancing in the darkness, as if to merge with his surroundings.

His attacks are fast and accurate, and every swing carries a lethal threat.

He knew it was time to put an end to it all.

The battle between the two was like a raging fire, sparkling brilliantly.

Under the cover of the night, their movements became more rapid, and each collision carried a violent impact.

Their breathing became more and more rapid, and every muscle in their bodies was preparing for the final battle.

Their figures flickered rapidly in the night, and the sword light and Changge's shadow intertwined with each other, forming a fierce picture.

Wei Minggu suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar, and the katana danced, and the sword light was like water, turning into thousands of sharp blades.

His attacks were so fast and almost elusive that each stab carried a devastating force that seemed to split the entire forest.

Xu Fu stared closely at Wei Minggu's movements, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

He knew it was time to give it his all.

He quickly swung Changge and unleashed a series of attacks, each swing with the sound of whistling wind.

The weapons of the two collided in the night sky, making a sharp metallic crash.

The attack of Wei Ming Valley was like a raging storm, impermeable to the wind, and there was hardly a trace of flaw.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, was calm and composed, and his every swing was accurate and without wasting any effort.

Wei Minggu tried to force Xu Fu with speed and ferocious attacks, but Xu Fu remained as steady as Mount Tai, blocking out his every attack.

There was confidence in his eyes, as if he had seen through everything about his opponent.

The battle entered a white-hot state, and the figures of the two quickly shuttled through the night.

The attack of the Reed Ming Valley became more and more ferocious, and every stroke of his hand carried infinite power, as if it was about to destroy the entire valley.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, remained calm, and his every counterattack was extremely sharp, making it difficult for his opponent to deal with.

Suddenly, Wei Minggu unleashed a stunt move, his katana dancing into a curtain of knives, trying to trap Xu Fu in it.

However, Xu Fu had already been prepared, he nimbly dodged and then struck a backhand.

Chang Ge pierced the night sky with a whistling sound, pointing directly at Wei Minggu's chest.

Wei Minggu tried his best to dodge, but he was still grazed by Changge, leaving a bloody wound.

He gritted his teeth, a hint of fierceness flashing in his eyes, as if he was enraged.

Wei Minggu's attacks became even more violent, and his pace was unusually nimble, sometimes with high kicks, sometimes with low slashes, trying to break through Xu Fu's defenses.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, remained calm, his Changge dancing in the air, forming a solid line of defense, blocking all opponents' attacks.

Their figures flickered rapidly in the night, and the sword light and Changge's shadow intertwined with each other, forming a fierce picture.

Wei Minggu suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar, and the katana danced, and the sword light was like water, turning into thousands of sharp blades.

His attacks were so fast and almost elusive that each stab carried a devastating force that seemed to split the entire forest.

Xu Fu stared closely at Wei Minggu's movements, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

He knew it was time to give it his all.

He quickly swung Changge and unleashed a series of attacks, each swing with the sound of whistling wind.

The weapons of the two collided in the night sky, making a sharp metallic crash.

The attack of Wei Ming Valley was like a raging storm, impermeable to the wind, and there was hardly a trace of flaw.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, was calm and composed, and his every swing was accurate and without wasting any effort.

Wei Minggu tried to force Xu Fu with speed and ferocious attacks, but Xu Fu remained as steady as Mount Tai, blocking out his every attack.

There was confidence in his eyes, as if he had seen through everything about his opponent.

The battle entered a white-hot state, and the figures of the two quickly shuttled through the night.

The attack of the Reed Ming Valley became more and more ferocious, and every stroke of his hand carried infinite power, as if it was about to destroy the entire valley.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, remained calm, and his every counterattack was extremely sharp, making it difficult for his opponent to deal with.

(End of chapter)