Xu Fu didn't give Wei Minggu a chance to breathe, and his figure suddenly rose into the air, turning into a bolt of lightning.

With the power of destruction, his fist slammed into Wei Minggu's chest.

Wei Minggu was hit by a fierce blow and flew out, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the whole person rolled in the air like a kite with a broken string.

Xu Fu landed in the air and took back Changge in his hand again.

There was a glint of victory in his eyes, and he knew that victory was already in sight.

Wei Minggu struggled to get up, his body was covered with scars, but his eyes were full of determination.

He gritted his teeth and stood up again, raising his katana and vowing to fight to the end for his dignity.

The eyes of the two met in the air, as if there was some kind of tacit understanding.

They met again, and the battle entered its final phase.

It was a real life-and-death contest, with every move of the two men being extremely threatening, and every attack carrying the determination of a decisive battle.

Every moment of the battle is full of tension and shock, as if time has been frozen in this battle.

Their fists collided with a dull thud.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength, trying to suppress Xu Fu.

But Xu Fu responded calmly, his eyes revealed a smart light, and he knew that now was the time.

Suddenly, Xu Fu's figure flickered, and he hit Wei Minggu's cheek with a surprise move.

The battle was not over, Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and took off the longbow on his back.

He expertly pulled the bowstring, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

No longer fighting in close quarters, he decided to fight back with a bow and arrow, closing the distance and trying to find Xu Fu's weakness.

At the same time, Xu Fu still held Changge in his hand steadily, his eyes firm.

He knew that he couldn't take it lightly now, Wei Minggu's bow and arrow attack was deadly, and he had to be vigilant at all times.

Wei Minggu aimed at Xu Fu and released an arrow.

The arrows whizzed past, aiming precisely at Xu Fu's heart.

Xu Fu's eyes were quick, and he used Changge to block the arrows violently, but Wei Minggu did not stop and continued to shoot an arrow.

Xu Fu dodged nimbly, and the bow and arrow flew over his shoulder.

A flash of wariness flashed in his eyes, realizing that he had to end the fight as soon as possible, otherwise the long tug-of-war would pose a great threat to him.

The archery skills of the Reed Ming Valley are superb, and the arrows rain down like a torrential rain.

Xu Fu kept turning his body, skillfully dodging each arrow, but the pressure was getting more and more intense.

He decided to launch a final onslaught, trying to force the Reeding Valley to stop shooting.

Xu Fu stepped forward, and Chang Ge turned into a bolt of lightning and went straight to the Reed Ming Valley.

Wei Minggu threw away the bow and arrow in his hand, drew his katana, and greeted Xu Fu's Changge.

The weapons of the two clashed again, making a sound of metal clashing.

Wei Minggu calmly coped with Xu Fu's onslaught, his sword technique was as smooth as flowing water, and every swing was a combination of rigidity and softness, both attacking and defending.

Xu Fu tried his best, and Changge danced with the sound of whistling wind.

His attacks became more intense, each blow carrying an unstoppable momentum.

The battle between the two entered a white-hot state, and the air around them seemed to freeze, and it seemed that even time had stopped flowing.

In this desperate fight, the forces of the two face each other against each other, and their moves are unpredictable.

The battlefield was filled with a strong sword aura, and the figures of the two samurai were staggered, as if they had blended into this night, becoming the brightest stars in the night sky.

The battle continues, and the scales of victory, have not yet tilted.

The battle between the two samurai entered a white-hot phase, and their moves became more aggressive, and there was no mercy between attack and defense.

The katana of the Reed Ming Valley danced in the air, and each swing brought a piece of sword light, forming a brilliant arc.

And Xu Fu's Changge is like a giant dragon, and his offensive is like a flash flood, and his power is endless.

Wei Minggu suddenly changed his move, and a quick sweep slashed towards Xu Fu's waist.

Xu Fu immediately jumped up to dodge, but Wei Minggu's attack did not stop, he quickly changed direction and slashed at Xu Fu's face.

Xu Fu dodged urgently, but he was still cut by the blade, and blood suddenly splattered.

Xu Fu gritted his teeth to endure the pain, and a trace of resoluteness flashed in his eyes.

The long ge, who fought back, roared, like a sharp arrow in a storm, stabbing towards Wei Minggu's chest.

Wei Minggu hurriedly blocked, but Xu Fu's offensive did not stop, his footwork was unpredictable, and he quickly circled to Wei Minggu's side and launched a fierce sweep.

Wei Minggu struggled to resist, but was grazed by Xu Fu's Changge, leaving a deep scratch.

He gritted his teeth and swung his katana, trying to fight back. The weapons of the two collided in the air, making a metallic crash.

Their eyes were full of determination, and they were both determined to bring each other down.

Xu Fu suddenly turned into a whirlwind and quickly bypassed the Reed Ming Valley, and Chang Ge smashed towards his back with a whistling sound.

Wei Minggu sensed the danger, and he hurriedly turned around to dodge, but Xu Fu's attack was too fast, and Changge hit him the shoulder, making a dull crashing sound.

Wei Minggu roared in pain, but his eyes still sparkled with tenacity.

With all his might, he launched another fierce attack on Xu Fu in an attempt to turn the situation back.

Xu Fu responded calmly, and his Changge drew a silver light in the air, blocking all of Wei Minggu's attacks from the outside.

His eyes were determined, and he knew that victory was coming, and he only needed to hold on for a few more moments to win this life-and-death contest.

As the battle continued, the two men's moves became more and more intense, and each collision brought a violent impact.

The atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense, and the people watching the battle held their breath and watched the life-and-death battle.

In this dark night, the figures of the two samurai intertwined, and their fighting spirit had long transcended physical exhaustion and became a tenacious faith.

Wei Minggu rolled over and dodged Xu Fu's attack and quickly gained a foothold.

He grabbed the longbow from the ground and pulled the string without hesitation. The arrows rained down with a dizzying speed.

Xu Fu's brows furrowed slightly, he reacted quickly, and his figure flashed instantly.

In a rain of arrows, he nimbly dodged, sometimes bending over, sometimes sideways, just to dodge deadly arrows with every movement.

His eyes were filled with calmness and decisiveness, and he knew that he had to find a breakthrough, or this rain of arrows would be a mortal threat.

Wei Minggu's archery skills are superb, and the arrows are endless, surrounding Xu Futuan.

Xu Fu picked up Changge, swung it constantly, and shot down the arrows one by one.

His movements are precise and swift, like an agile cheetah, weaving through the rain of arrows.

However, it was not easy for Wei Minggu to let him go. His arrows are unpredictable, sometimes reaching the ground, sometimes aiming at the air.

Xu Fu's dodge became more difficult, his robe was torn through in a rain of arrows, but he still held on, his eyes shining with an unyielding light.

In the rain of arrows, Xu Fu suddenly saw a glimmer of life.

He quickly found the rhythm of Wei Minggu's archery and waited for an excellent opportunity.

When an arrow came, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he swung Changge violently, picking the arrow away.

Immediately, he quickly rushed towards the Reed Ming Valley, and Changge stabbed at the other party.

Wei Minggu immediately threw down his longbow and stepped forward to meet the battle. The weapons of the two men intersected again, and there was a crisp crashing sound.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and found that Xu Fu was not so easily suppressed by the rain of arrows.

And Xu Fu turned into a blast, and his offensive was like a storm, with infinite momentum, and launched a fierce attack towards Wei Ming Valley.

The battle is heating up again, and the two men's moves become more ferocious, with each collision bringing earth-shattering power.

In the rain of arrows, the figures of the two warriors were like lightning and flint, intertwined, and the fighting spirit was surging.

The battle between Xu Fu and Wei Minggu was like a storm between heaven and earth, gathering endless power.

Their moves are swift and aggressive, each encounter inspiring a cacophony of metal clashing.

Under the shroud of arrows, they were like two fierce beasts, sometimes fighting, sometimes entangled.

Wei Minggu was engrossed in shooting arrows, each one extremely sharp.

Xu Fu turned into a phantom, quickly dodging the arrows, and then quickly counterattacked.

His Changge drew a path of light in the air, threatening the Reed Ming Valley at all times.

Suddenly, the density of the arrow rain in the Weiming Valley increased, forming a dense curtain of arrows.

Xu Fu was in danger, the arrows were menacing, and there was almost no room to dodge.

He had to do everything he could, wielding Changge, trying to shoot down all the arrows.

The arrows and Changge collided violently in the air, emitting a series of piercing metal crashes.

Dense beads of sweat oozed from Xu Fu's forehead, and he felt the threat of life and death, but his eyes flashed with tenacious light, and he was unwilling to fall down.

At this critical moment, he used Changge to block an arrow, and then leaped sharply and rushed towards the Reed Ming Valley.

Wei Minggu showed a hint of hesitation, but then he calmed down and stepped forward to meet the battle. The weapons of the two collided again, and a blinding spark erupted.

Xu Fu's offensive was like a raging storm, and Changge stabbed towards Weiming Valley with a whistling sound.

Rei Minggu's whole body tensed, and he met it with a katana.

He knew that if he didn't block the blow, he would face a deadly threat.

The battle is at its peak, and the forces of the two are pitted against each other, and the moves are unpredictable.

Reed Minggu's eyes flashed with determination, and he vowed to protect his homeland and never allow anyone to shake his will.

And Xu Fu threw himself into the battle for the unattainable ideal, for the oath he once made.

He knew that the time had come and victory was in sight.

Under the cover of night, the battle spirit of the two samurai became more and more intense, their moves became more rapid, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

The people watching the battle also held their breath, waiting for the outcome of this decisive battle.

The battle continued, the rain of arrows like flying meteors, and the electric light of Changge like ghosts.

In this life-and-death struggle, time seems to have frozen.

The figures of Wei Minggu and Xu Fu staggered in the moonlight, and their weapons made a burst of metal impact, as if they were playing a symphony that shook the heart.

Xu Fu's offensive became more and more violent, and his Changge turned into a whirlwind, each blow carrying the power of destruction.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, skillfully dodged Xu Fu's attacks with extremely high archery skills and flexible body skills, and sometimes counterattacked, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.

The katana of the Reed Ming Valley danced in the air like a storm, and the attack was extremely fierce.

There was a sparkle of determination in his eyes, determined to turn the battle around.

And Xu Fu was calm and calm, his eyes were deep and seemed calm, but his heart was full of burning battle intent.

Suddenly, Wei Minggu changed his move, and his figure was like lightning, and he suddenly flashed to Xu Fu's side and launched a fatal slash.

Xu Fu's eyes widened, but his reaction was just as swift, and he used Changge to block the fatal blow.

As Changge and Katana collided, a loud bang echoed in the night sky.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, and the strength of his whole body was invested in the katana, trying to overwhelm Xu Fu.

And Xu Fu is as stable as a mountain, his steps are firm and he does not flinch.

At this moment, Xu Fu suddenly made a move, resisting Wei Minggu's katana with Changge, and then quickly retreated, widening the distance.

Wei Minggu looked at him in surprise, he didn't expect Xu Fu to be able to escape in such a dangerous situation.

Xu Fu gasped, and there was a hint of battle intent in his eyes.

He knew that the time was now. He stepped forward, and Chang Ge stabbed towards the Reed Ming Valley with the momentum of thunder.

Wei Minggu tried his best to dodge, but he was still scratched by Changge.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, and he felt the breath of despair.

He knew he was in trouble, but he would never give up easily.

With a roar, he swung his katana again and unleashed the final frenzied assault.

The battle entered its most intense phase. The moves of the two became more and more aggressive, and each collision brought earth-shattering power.

Under the cover of the night, the figures of the two warriors staggered, and their fighting spirit became more and more determined.

Reed Minggu launched a final frantic offensive, his katana dancing like the wind and flashing blade light in an attempt to suppress Xu Fu in it.

And Xu Fu showed no weakness, his Changge dance with the sound of whistling wind, firmly blocking every attack.

Every collision was like a thunderbolt, and the battlefield was filled with a thick smell of gunsmoke.

Dense beads of sweat oozed from Xu Fu's forehead, and he felt the limits of his body, but his eyes still flashed with tenacious light, and he would never allow himself to fall down easily.

Wei Minggu was fully engaged in the battle, his breathing was rapid and powerful, and his eyes flashed with a frenzied light.

His attacks became more and more violent, and each swing carried a devastating force, as if it was about to crush Xu Fu to the ground.

In one of the encounters, Wei Minggu skillfully used his body's flexibility to dodge Xu Fu's Changge attack, and then stabbed Xu Fu in the chest with a stab.

Xu Fu tried his best to dodge, but the blade still cut through the clothes on his chest, leaving a shallow scar.

Wei Minggu got his chance, and he stepped up his offensive and tried to take advantage of the victory to pursue it.

Xu Fu sensed the crisis, and he quickly moved and skillfully dodged the attack of Wei Ming Valley.

Then, with a backhand blow, Changge went straight to Wei Minggu's neck with a strong wind.

Wei Minggu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly raised his knife to parry, but Xu Fu's attack was like a storm, ruthlessly breaking through his defense, and Changge stabbed him in the shoulder, bringing a sharp pain.

(End of chapter)