Wei Minggu's eyes were resolute, and he tried to launch a counterattack.

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

Xu Fu's figure flashed, and he skillfully avoided the fatal blow, but the blade still cut through his skin, bringing out a wisp of blood.

Xu Fu fought back even more violently, and he swung Changge in an attempt to cut through the defense line of Wei Ming Valley.

Wei Minggu struggled to resist, but his strength was close to the limit, and Changge's weight made him feel breathless.

However, under the pressure of life and death, his will remained strong.

Their battles become more intense, their moves unpredictable, and their speed is almost impossible to catch.

Xu Fu's Changge is like a whirlwind, and the katana of Reedming Valley is like lightning, and the collision between the two can cause sparks every time.

Their bodies dance to the rhythm of battle, every dodge, every swing is accurate.

In this mountain forest, the smell of battle fills the air.

Their sweat and blood blended to dye the land a colorful color.

Each breath seemed heavy and rapid, but there was no flinching in their eyes.

Their will has long been integrated into the battle, and this is not only a confrontation, but also a battle of hearts.

The battle between Xu Fu and Wei Minggu became more and more intense, as if they had turned into fierce beasts in the mountains, fighting for territory with the most primitive instincts.

There is a wonderful balance between attack and defense, and every swing of the blade contains a determination to destroy the world.

Xu Fu's Changge streaked through the air, bringing up a golden light, like a meteor piercing the night sky.

Each of his attacks was like a thunderbolt, making it difficult to resist.

And the katana of the Reed Ming Valley danced like a swimming dragon, flexible and fast.

His every counterattack was accurate, and his mind and determination were contained in the blade.

Their figures are staggered, and their speed has exceeded the limit of the naked eye.

Trees and rocks trembled around them, as if terrified of the might of this battle.

Each collision can cause a splash of earth and rock, kicking up a cloud of battle smoke.

Xu Fu's Changge stabbed into the heart of Wei Ming Valley, and the speed was dizzying.

However, Wei Minggu showed extraordinary reflexes in a life-and-death situation, and he used his katana to block Xu Fu's fatal blow.

The collision of the blade and Changge made a sharp metallic crash.

With the help of the power of the shock, Wei Minggu dodged Xu Fu's attack with a somersault, and at the same time, his katana did not pause, drawing a silver light, aiming at Xu Fu's throat.

Xu Fu dodged the blow sideways, but the blade cut through his robe, bringing out a wisp of blood.

The battle between the two is in a state of white heat.

Their attacks and defenses are swift and precise, as if they are performing a supreme martial arts feast.

Xu Fu's gaze revealed determination, and he was determined to achieve victory and win honor for himself.

And Wei Minggu's eyes flashed tenacity, he was not to be outdone, and he was unwilling to live up to his beliefs.

Every moment of the battle is a test, and every swing of the sword is a life-and-death decision.

Their breathing was rapid, and their sweat blended with blood, forming a unique aura that permeated the mountains and forests.

This is a battle beyond the limits of the body, a contest of will and wisdom, and the pursuit of the highest level of martial spirit by two heroic warriors.

As the battle progressed, the power of Xu Fu and Wei Minggu seemed to merge with the mountains and forests.

Every swing and every step they took brought a storm that made the surrounding vegetation tremble in the breath of battle.

Xu Fu's Changge danced in his hands, like a raging storm, swallowing mountains and rivers.

The katana of Wei Ming Valley swung in the air, and each swing of the sword brought a sword aura, and the cold light on the blade flickered, as if it was about to smash everything in heaven and earth.

Their eyes are firm, and every time they look at each other, it is a battle of hearts.

In this battle of life and death, they have surpassed the limits of ordinary people and entered a realm, which is the realm of the peak of martial artists.

Each of their attacks contains an understanding of martial arts, and every dodge reveals insight into the enemy.

This is a real battle of wisdom and bravery, not only a physical battle, but also a mental duel.

In this mountain forest, their figures sometimes flicker, sometimes intertwined, forming an ultimate beauty.

Their battle is like a masterful dance, and every movement is extremely rhythmic. Every swing is accurate, and every evasion is fluid.

Their cooperation is seamless, as if they have already predicted all the actions of the other party.

Xu Fu suddenly changed his move, and Chang Ge drew a perfect arc in the air, pointing directly at Wei Minggu's throat.

A hint of alertness flashed in Wei Minggu's eyes, and he dodged the blow sideways, but Xu Fu's Changge slashed through his shoulder, and blood splattered out.

He let out a low roar, a flash of fierceness flashed in his eyes, he knew that if he didn't strengthen his counterattack, he would be forced into a desperate situation by Xu Fu.

Reed Minggu exerted his strength violently, and the katana danced, forming a sword shadow.

He was lightning fast, slicing through the air with each slash, sending a whistling sound.

Xu Fu was forced to retreat again and again, and Changge waved it in his hand, trying to block the fierce attack.

The moves of the two are entangled with each other, interweaving a magnificent picture.

At this moment, the battle entered the most white-hot state.

Their power was unleashed in a violent collision, and each attack was enough to shake the mountains and forests, threatening the surrounding creatures with death.

Their will to fight, like two burning flames, illuminates the entire mountain forest and illuminates each other's way forward.

In this mountain forest, the battle between Xu Fu and Wei Minggu became a magnificent picture, an interpretation of the highest level of warriors, and also their defense of honor and faith.

The battle entered an extremely tense stage, and Xu Fu and Wei Minggu's movements became more and more aggressive, as if they were squeezing out the last drop of strength.

Their figures are like two meteors in the afterglow of the setting sun, piercing the sky and being unstoppable.

Wei Minggu suddenly changed his move, and his katana turned into a silver arc, cutting through the setting sun, bringing up countless sword rays.

Xu Fu was alert and dodged the fatal blow, but the sleeves of his robe had been torn, revealing strong muscles.

Seeing this, Reed Minggu continued to pursue, his katana like lightning, swinging continuously, sword shadows overlapping, filling the surrounding space.

Xu Fu was in danger, and he used his body to flexibly dodge every attack.

He felt the chill on his katana and knew that if he was hit, he would be seriously injured

Determined to turn defense into offense, he swung Changge in an attempt to break the offensive of the Reed Ming Valley.

Changge pierced the night sky and let out a piercing whistling.

Wei Minggu dodged sideways, but Xu Fu's Changge did not stop, and the continuous attacks seemed to have no end.

Wei Minggu felt the tremendous pressure from Xu Fu, and he knew that if he didn't fight back, he would be forced into a desperate situation by Xu Fu.

So, he resolutely decided to launch a stunt, and the katana danced, turning into thousands of silver rays of light, forming a gorgeous sword rain.

With a bitter cold air, the sword rain attacked Xu Fu intensively.

Xu Fu didn't dare to be careless in the face of such a sharp attack, he concentrated all his attention and tried to find the flaws in the sword rain.

The rain of swords covered the entire mountain forest. Xu Fu shuttled through the rain of swords, nimbly dodging every silver light, and then launched a counterattack.

He swung his Changge and stabbed him into the heart of Wei Minggu, trying to kill him with a single blow.

Wei Minggu sensed the threat from the Grim Reaper, and he tried his best to block Xu Fu's attack with the last of his strength.

However, his body could no longer keep up with the speed of swordsmanship, and Changge stabbed him in the body.

With a muffled snort, Wei Minggu's body flew backwards violently and fell heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up, his wounds dripping with blood, but there was still an unyielding flame burning in his eyes.

Although Wei Minggu was injured, he still gritted his teeth and persevered, he knew that there was no way back now, only to fight to the death.

And Xu Fu is also like a stone, his eyes are shining with determination, he has done his best, and he is determined to carry this battle to the end.

The battle broke out again, and their moves became sharper, each swing bringing a storm of storms.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and used his last strength to wield a katana in an attempt to force Xu Fu back.

And Xu Fu showed no weakness, Chang Ge cut a golden light in his hand, and intertwined with the katana of Wei Ming Valley in the air, making a deafening sound of metal impact.

Every attack they attack is a fight to the death, and every dodge is a test of life and death.

Xu Fu's Changge swung unusually calmly, and every attack was full of deterrence. Wei Minggu's physical strength was gradually exhausted, but his will was still strong.

With the last of his strength, he unleashed his stunt, and the katana danced and turned into thousands of silver rays of light, forming a gorgeous rain of swords.

This was his last struggle, and his last determination.

Xu Fu felt the sword aura coming from the katana, and he knew that this was the last blow from Wei Minggu, and if he was hit, it would be a fatal blow.

He concentrates all his attention and uses his most proficient swordsmanship to try to find a flaw in the rain of swords.

The rain of swords fell, and the mountains and forests were suddenly filled with a thick sword aura.

Xu Fu shuttled through the rain of swords, nimbly dodging every silver light, and then launched a counterattack.

He swung his Changge and stabbed him into the heart of Wei Minggu, trying to kill him with a single blow.

Wei Minggu sensed the threat from the Grim Reaper, and he tried his best to block Xu Fu's attack with the last of his strength.

However, his body could no longer keep up with the speed of swordsmanship, and Changge stabbed him in the body.

With a muffled snort, Wei Minggu's body flew backwards violently and fell heavily to the ground.

Even though every silver light in the rain of swords stung his skin, he still stubbornly stood.

He knew that this battle was not over, that he had to keep fighting, that he could not fall for the sake of honor, for the sake of faith, for the sake of everything in that land.

And Xu Fu didn't stop either, he knew that victory was coming, but he couldn't take it lightly.

He swung his Changge and rushed towards the Reed Ming Valley again, launching an even more fierce attack.

The battle intensified in the mountains and forests, and each of their encounters made the air around them vibrate, as if witnessing the birth of a legend.

It was an eternal battle, and in the light of the setting sun, two valiant warriors threw themselves all into it.

Their will to fight, like two immortal stars, shimmered with determination.

Two valiant warriors fought their way through the mountains and forests, their moves becoming more aggressive and their speed more and more impressive.

Xu Fu wielded Changge, and each attack carried a sound of breaking through the air, as if it was about to shatter the entire valley.

Wei Minggu used his katana to turn into a silver light, and as he danced, the sword aura overflowed, condensing the surrounding air into a blade.

Their eyes were determined, and the battle raised their perception to the extreme.

Xu Fu sensed the pattern of Wei Minggu's attack, and he began to dodge each blade in an orderly manner, and then quickly counterattacked.

Wei Minggu did not show weakness, and always maintained a high degree of vigilance, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.

The battle is getting hotter and hotter, and their moves are springing up one after another.

Xu Fu suddenly turned sideways, dodged Wei Minggu's blow, and then violently counterattacked, Changge stabbed Wei Minggu in the chest.

Wei Minggu tried his best to dodge, but he was still slashed by Changge's shoulder, and blood splattered.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, he knew that he had reached the point of life and death, and he could no longer hesitate.

With the last of his strength, he unleashed his stunt, his katana dancing like the wind, his sword shadow turning into a little starlight, drawing a beautiful and deadly arc in the air, and the silver light pierced the night sky like a meteor.

Xu Fu felt the threat from the sword rain, and he knew that this was the last decisive battle technique of Wei Ming Valley.

He concentrated all his attention and used the most brilliant swordsmanship to try to find the flaws in the rain of swords.

The sword rain carried the breath of death, and the silver light flickered, which seemed to freeze the entire mountain forest.

At this life-and-death moment, Xu Fu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw the weakness in the sword rain.

He quickly swung Changge and stabbed at the source of the sword rain.

Wei Minggu also sensed Xu Fu's movements, and he did not hesitate to adjust the trajectory of the sword rain in an attempt to stop Xu Fu's attack.

The battle reached its peak, and the figures of the two were intertwined in a rain of swords, and every collision could trigger sparks.

Xu Fu's Changge and Wei Ming Valley's katana collided with each other in a deafening sound of metal crashing.

At this critical moment, Xu Fu suddenly broke through the defense line of Sword Rain with lightning speed, and Chang Ge stabbed Wei Minggu in the shoulder.

Wei Minggu let out a muffled snort, and his body slammed to the ground.

His katana flew out as well, landing on the ground in the distance.

His eyes flashed with reluctance and determination, but his body could no longer support him to stand.

Xu Fu stood in place, his chest rising and falling violently, and he also felt the weight of the battle.

However, in his eyes, there was a flash of victory, but the next moment he instantly felt a violent force.

Xu Fu immediately stepped back with the golden Changge in his hand, his eyes were full of vigilance and vigilance, looking at the man in front of him who still had a breath left, but still did not choose to fall.

(End of chapter)