Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, feeling the sharp pain in his body, but his eyes still flashed with determination.

He knew that this battle had reached a critical moment, and victory or defeat would be determined by the decision of this moment.

The eyes of the two met in the air, as if there was a tacit understanding, and they both understood that this was the final decisive battle.

They fought again, with all their might, to put everything on top of that blow.

Although Wei Minggu was seriously injured, his perseverance was admirable.

He rolled as he drew his arrows and drew his bow, preparing to counter Xu Fu's attack. The arrow came out of the string with a rapid speed, aiming at Xu Fu's vital parts.

Xu Fu sensed the threat of archery from Wei Ming Valley, and he hurriedly swung it with Changge, trying to intercept the arrow with his weapon.

The arrows clashed with Ge with a piercing sound of metal clashing, and several arrows were blocked, but one more managed to penetrate Xu Fu's defenses and hit him in the shoulder.

Xu Fu snorted, feeling the sharp pain, but he didn't stop attacking.

Determined not to give Wei Minggu a chance to breathe, he continued to swing Changge and close in on his injured opponent.

Wei Minggu was not to be outdone, although his body no longer obeyed the call, he still held his position and tried to avoid Xu Fu's attack.

The clash of swords and arrows is staged in the mountains and forests, and a life-and-death duel has entered a white-hot stage.

Wei Minggu understands that if this battle is not ended soon, his life will not be saved.

He mobilized his last strength and aimed at Xu Fu's vital point as accurately as possible, hoping to hit it with one arrow.

Xu Fu did not show weakness, he was always vigilant, trying to find the flaws in Wei Ming Valley.

In the fierceness of the battle, Xu Fu danced the golden Changge, and each knife carried earth-shaking power.

He was athletic, pressing every step of the way, trying to find an opportunity in the exhaustion of the Reed Ming Valley.

His eyes shone with a sharp light, and he seemed ruthless, but in fact there was an unfathomable wisdom.

Although Wei Minggu's physical strength was close to the limit, he still stubbornly resisted Xu Fu's attack.

His katana danced, turning into a blurred sword shadow, and greeted every swing of the golden long ge.

There was firmness in his eyes, as if to tell Xu Fu that he would never admit defeat easily.

The atmosphere of the battle became more and more tense, and the sound of swords clashing in the mountains and forests filled the air.

Xu Fu constantly changed the angle and strength of his attacks, trying to break through the defense line of Wei Ming Valley.

And Wei Minggu seized every gap, trying to fight back, looking for Xu Fu's flaws.

Their strength is equal, and every collision inspires a spark.

The interplay of the golden long ge and the silver light katana outlines a magnificent battle picture.

The trees trembled under the impact of the battle, as if they felt a great force between the two strong men.

Xu Fu's heart beat faster, and he knew that this battle would decide the fate of the two.

He didn't dare to be careless, he was always vigilant, and he was engrossed in dealing with every attack of Wei Ming Valley.

While trying his best to make the last ounce of strength, Wei Minggu continued to look at his opponent with firm eyes, unwilling to give up the last hope.

Reedingu managed to pull away some distance, gasping for air, he knew he needed time to recharge.

He quickly set up his bow and used all his strength to pull the bowstring, his eyes locked on Xu Fu.

Every second seemed like a long time, but he knew it would be his last chance.

Xu Fu was also waiting, he knew that Wei Minggu was preparing a powerful shot.

He vigilantly held the golden Changge, trying to block the incoming arrows.

The atmosphere in the mountains and forests is tense and on the verge of exploding.

Finally, Wei Minggu's body tensed again, the bowstring reached its maximum charge, and his heartbeat seemed to be beating with the rhythm of the arrows.

He gathered all his strength and will, and then let go of the bowstring, and an arrow shot at Xu Fu like an arrow from the string.

The arrows roared in the air, with devastating power, and accurately aimed at Xu Fu's vital point.

Xu Fu's reaction was also quick, and he swung it with a golden long ge, trying to change the trajectory of the arrow as much as possible.

However, the speed and power of the arrow were too great for Xu Fu to completely block it, and the arrow pierced through his shoulder and shot in with the fragments of the golden Changge.

Xu Fu snorted and shook his body, but he was still standing in place, his eyes firm. He knew he was seriously injured as well, but that didn't stop him from giving up.

In the atmosphere of the battle, Xu Fu felt severe pain in his body, but his eyes still flashed with determination.

He knew he couldn't let pain affect his judgment and movements, because any momentary laxity could lead to a fatal mistake.

He clenched the golden Changge and faced a new round of attacks from Wei Ming Valley.

Wei Minggu didn't dare to be careless, although his body had already reached its limit, his will was still firm.

He knew that he couldn't delay any longer, and he had to do his best, otherwise he would be cornered by Xu Fu.

He gathered his mind and shot the arrow with a bow again, this time he chose a more precise angle, hoping to find Xu Fu's flaws.

The arrow flew out of the string, so fast that it was difficult to catch, and went straight to Xu Fu's heart.

Xu Fu's eyes were quick, and he swung it with his golden Changge, trying to shoot down the arrow.

However, Wei Minggu's archery skills were superb, and the arrow dodged Xu Fu's attack and hit his arm accurately.

Xu Fu gasped, and a sharp pain came, but his will was even stronger.

He knew that he could not stop now, and could only launch a more active counterattack.

He danced the golden long ge, and the attack became even more fierce, trying to push Wei Minggu into a corner.

Wei Minggu felt the pressure from Xu Fu, and he knew that he could no longer hold back.

He leaped sharply, dodging Xu Fu's Changge, and then stabbed Xu Fu in the abdomen with his katana.

Xu Fu dodged sideways, but the blade still cut a bloody mark on his abdomen.

At this time, a touch of fierceness flashed in Xu Fu's eyes. He knew that he couldn't delay any longer, and that he had to deliver a fatal blow, or Wei Minggu's insistence would put him in danger.

With all his strength, he swung the golden long ge, aimed at Wei Minggu's neck, and launched a fatal blow.

Wei Minggu sensed the danger of his life, and he desperately dodged, but Xu Fu's attack was like a shadow, and there were hardly any flaws to be found.

Eventually, after a brief hesitation, Xu Fu's Changge stabbed Wei Minggu in the shoulder, and blood gushed out.

Wei Minggu snorted, his body swaying, but his eyes were still firm.

He knew he had reached the edge of his life, but he didn't give up.

He drew the last arrow and, with all his strength, shot it at Xu Fu's chest.

Xu Fu sensed the threat of the arrow, and he tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The arrow hit him in the chest, the pain was severe, and he felt his life slip away. In the fierce battle, the two warriors are intertwined with pain and tenacity, and their figures are staggered, and every step is terrifying.

Wei Minggu and Xu Fu's eyes were full of determination, and each was fighting for their beliefs and honor.

Their bodies sometimes tumbled and sometimes moved in battle, sweat and blood intertwined, forming a picture of blood and fire.

Wei Minggu's breathing was rapid and heavy, and every time he seemed to be out of breath.

His muscles were sore, and his body could barely support them.

But there was an unyielding glint in his eyes, and he tried his best to refuse to fall.

He concentrated, and despite his physical exhaustion, his bow and arrows were still accurate, each arrow carrying the determination of life and death.

And Xu Fu was not to be outdone, although he was shot by an arrow, he still stood tall.

His breathing was a little rapid, and the wound on his shoulder was bleeding, but his gaze was sharper.

He knew that the time had come, and that if the battle did not end, both sides would fall into extreme weakness.

Xu Fu used his last strength, waved the golden Changge, and launched the final attack.

Every swing of the knife brought a strong wind, and the grass and trees in the mountains and forests trembled under his momentum.

He was determined to use his last strength to deliver a fatal blow to Wei Minggu.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wei Minggu managed to dodge Xu Fu's deadly attack.

He realized that he could no longer fight back, but his hand still clenched the bow, and although he trembled, he did not give up.

He tried to pull the bowstring again, and although his fingers were numb, his willpower drove him to keep going.

The battle entered the most critical moment, and the life-and-death struggle between Wei Minggu and Xu Fu reached its peak in this mountain forest.

With every movement they made, they were draining the last drop of strength, and their eyes were full of persistence.

This is not only a contest between physical bodies, but also a contest of will and faith, Wei Minggu and Xu Fu's bodies have reached their limits, but their fighting spirit is still firm.

Their breath was short, and each movement seemed to drain the last of their strength.

With the last of his strength, Wei Minggu pulled the bowstring and shot the last arrow.

The arrow shot at Xu Fu with incredible speed, with all his hope and determination.

Xu Fu gritted his teeth and dodged as best he could, but the arrow still slashed through his arm, bringing out a trail of blood.

He felt the pain, but he wasn't knocked out. He decided to use the last of his strength to launch a final offensive.

Waving the golden Changge, he rushed towards the Reed Ming Valley, his eyes flashing with an unyielding light.

Although Wei Minggu was exhausted, he still tried to resist and blocked Xu Fu's attack with a katana. The weapons of the two collided, making a sharp metal collision sound.

In this life-and-death contest, the strength of the two is equal, and there is no way to do anything.

Their forces are intertwined, as if a storm has been set off in this mountain forest.

Xu Fu's gaze revealed determination, and he knew that there would be no second chance.

Wei Minggu threw himself into the fight, and although his physical strength was almost exhausted, he still did his best.

Their movements became more and more aggressive, each swing carrying a devastating force.

The surrounding trees trembled in the breath of battle, as if in response to this magnificent contest.

In the last moment, the figures of Xu Fu and Wei Minggu were intertwined like ghosts.

Their moves are faster and faster, and their speed has surpassed the limits of humans.

The sound of the collision of the golden long ge and the silver light katana came and went, like a symphony of iron and stone impact.

Xu Fu's Changge slashed through the air, bringing up a golden light, like thunder breaking through the air, deafening.

And the katana of the Reed Ming Valley danced, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and every swing was accompanied by the sound of whistling wind.

The moves of the two were entangled with each other, extremely fast, and the scene was extremely intense.

Their eyes were full of determination, and there was no possibility of retreating.

This is no longer a simple physical confrontation, but a spiritual confrontation.

Their every move and every move contains their beliefs, and they are fighting for their mission and responsibility.

Xu Fu's Changge suddenly changed his move, and he swung at an extremely clever angle, trying to find the flaws in Wei Ming Valley.

Although Wei Minggu was exhausted, his reflexes were still sharp, dodging Xu Fu's attack in time, and then fighting back with his blade.

The pace of the battles is getting tighter and tighter, and every moment is full of unpredictable variables.

Their movements are so fast that they are barely visible to the naked eye, as if they are performing a delicate dance.

Their breaths intertwined, creating a strong atmosphere that made the air around them seem to freeze.

In this battle, they have lost track of time, forgotten everything around them, and are left with only undivided attention to the battle.

Every attack they attack is full of power, and every dodge is full of wisdom.

Their battle is no longer a simple martial arts, but a contest of wisdom and bravery, a perfect combination of mental and physical fitness.

The battle continued, and their figures looked even more intense and spectacular in the reflection of the setting sun.

Their moves follow each other, sometimes entwining, sometimes splitting, each collision eliciting a cacophony of metallic crashes.

The surrounding mountains and forests trembled in the atmosphere of battle, as if witnessing a great duel.

Xu Fu's Changge wielded with great speed, and each attack carried an overwhelming power.

Although his movements are calm, they contain a swift attack.

And the katana of the Reed Ming Valley danced like a silver snake, flexible and fierce.

His swordsmanship is swift, but every sword is accurate, and the blade contains deadly power.

Their eyes are firm, they no longer need words, and the tacit understanding between them makes them even more tacit.

In this battle, they are not only competing for victory or defeat, but also verifying their beliefs and cultivation among each other.

Every swing is a sign of respect for the martial artist, and every dodge is an acknowledgment of the opponent's strength.

Under the reflection of the setting sun, their figures are like two gods of war, showing an otherworldly temperament.

The battle bathed them in sweat, but it also made their souls more awake.

They felt the clash of power between each other, and it was not just a physical contest, but also a spiritual contest.

The battle has entered a tipping point, and every sword, every sword, has the potential to decide the winner.

Their breathing became rapid, but the determination in their eyes became more and more obvious.

Every move of Xu Fu and Wei Minggu is full of strength and wisdom.

Xu Fu's Changge drew a golden arc in the air, slashing towards the Reed Ming Valley with a whistling sound.

Wei Minggu gathered all his strength and used his katana to block Xu Fu's attack.

The golden long and silver katana staggered in a piercing sound of metal that shook the air around them.

(End of chapter)