A hint of determination flashed in Wei Minggu's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up.

Xu Fu looked at him, a wave of respect swelled up in his heart, he did not choose to take advantage of the situation, but waited for Wei Minggu's decision.

Wei Minggu struggled to his feet, his eyes revealing an unyielding will.

He raised his head and looked directly at Xu Fu, as if declaring war on him.

The eyes of the two met in the air, like a thunderbolt, silently conveying challenge and respect.

The battle broke out again, and Wei Minggu let out a low roar, and his whole body exuded a powerful momentum.

Undeterred, he wielded his remaining katana and unleashed the final assault.

Xu Fu stepped forward, Changge danced, turned into a golden light, and collided with the katana of Wei Ming Valley.

Sword qi and sword light burst out in the air, stirring up sparks in the sky.

The moves of the two are entangled with each other, and the battle becomes more and more intense.

The offensive of Wei Ming Valley was like a storm, fast and sharp.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, is as calm as a mountain, and every swing is accurate and powerful.

In this life-and-death contest, their every move is full of determination and perseverance.

Xu Fu tries to find a flaw in Wei Minggu, and Wei Minggu tries to find an opportunity to fight back.

The battle became more and more stale, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Suddenly, a hint of cunning flashed in Wei Minggu's eyes.

His figure flickered, quickly dodging Xu Fu's attack, and then suddenly exerted his strength, stabbing Xu Fu in the chest with the tip of his sword.

Xu Fu frowned, and sideways dodged the fatal blow, but the blade slashed across his abdomen, leaving a bloody mark.

Xu Fu gritted his teeth, a flash of firmness flashed in his eyes, and his Changge turned into a golden light, stabbing at Wei Minggu's neck.

Wei Minggu endured the severe pain and dodged sideways, but he was still slashed by Changge's shoulder, and blood splattered.

Both of their bodies were scarred by the battle, but their eyes still sparkled with tenacity.

They know that this is the last moment, and that victory or defeat is about to be revealed at this moment.

The moves of the two became more and more aggressive, and the speed became more and more amazing.

Remyitu wields a katana, trying to find a chance to strike a fatal blow.

And Xu Fu incarnated as the god of war, wielding Changge, trying to completely defeat Wei Ming Valley.

In the mountains and forests, their figures are staggered, as if two strong winds meet in the air, setting off thousands of huge waves.

The sound of the battle echoed through the mountains, as if telling the legend of the two warriors.

Life and death, victory or defeat has nothing to do with it, at this moment, they are just fighting for the faith in their hearts, for the dignity of being a samurai, and for the glory of that land.

It's a true battle of heroes, with two top fighters pushing each other's limits to the limit in this moment.

Their will to fight is like two meteors, piercing the sky and lighting up this mountain forest.

The battle became more and more intense, and the sword light and long shadows were intertwined, reflecting the entire valley as if it were day.

At this life-and-death juncture, their strength seems to have increased endlessly.

The katana of the Reed Ming Valley shimmered with cold light, and every swing brought a piercing sound of wind.

Xu Fu's Changge is like a divine weapon, and every stab is accurate.

Suddenly, Xu Fu waved Changge and let out a roar that shook the sky.

His body rushed towards the Reed Ming Valley like a gale, and Changge stabbed him in the heart. Wei Minggu's eyes widened, and he felt the threat from death.

He tried his best to block Xu Fu's attack.

However, his body could no longer support him, and Changge stabbed him in the shoulder.

Wei Minggu let out a low roar, but there was not the slightest despair in his eyes, only firmness and unyieldingness.

His hand clenched his katana as he tried to launch a final counterattack.

Xu Fu saw that Wei Minggu still refused to give up easily, and he also had a sense of respect in his heart.

This is a true warrior who never gives in, even on the verge of despair.

He knew that this was the last tenacity of his opponents, and the strongest challenge he had ever faced.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, and a firm determination surged from the bottom of his heart.

His figure flickered suddenly, and he dodged Xu Fu's attack unexpectedly, and then used the last of his strength to rush towards Xu Fu like a wind.

His katana turned into a silver light and stabbed Xu Fu in the chest.

Xu Fu immediately responded, and Chang Ge blocked Wei Minggu's attack.

The moves of the two are staggered, and the speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to distinguish.

Their figures intertwine in the afterglow of the setting sun, forming a magnificent picture.

Wei Minggu's attacks became more and more fierce, and every swing of the knife carried a deadly threat.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, was steady and decisive, trying to block the opponent with every swing.

Their moves and steps are constantly sublimated in battle, as if they have been integrated into the extreme state of bushido.

Suddenly, a hint of fierceness flashed in Wei Minggu's eyes.

He suddenly changed his move, and the blade of the katana turned into dots of starlight, cutting through the space and forming a silver storm.

The sword was overflowing, and Wei Minggu was like a storm, wielding a katana, throwing countless sharp swords at Xu Fu.

Xu Fu's eyes flashed with a hint of solemnity, and he knew that this was an extremely dangerous attack.

With all his might, he swung Changge, trying to fend off the furious sword.

The sword flew in the air, emitting a sharp whistling.

Xu Fu's whole body was shrouded in a layer of golden light, and his Changge stabbed towards the source of the sword.

At this moment, their moves are intertwined, and the fight between life and death is becoming more and more thrilling.

The sword and Changge collided, making a piercing sound of metal colliding.

Both of them were hit with great physical shock, but neither of them stopped.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and used the last of his strength to try to push the sword forward.

And Xu Fu tensed his muscles all over his body, resisting without showing weakness.

There was a determined glint in his eyes, and he knew that only by defeating this sword could he win the victory.

The battle became more and more intense, and the sound of the collision of swords and Changge resounded through the valley.

Both fighters gave their all in the final battle.

The edge of the sword kept approaching Xu Fu, and Xu Fu was unwavering, trying to resist this pressure.

His Changge glowed golden under the impact of the sword, flashing with tenacious determination.

The strength of Wei Minggu's whole body seemed to have been exhausted, and his face was pale, but his eyes were still firm.

He doesn't want to throw in easily, especially in this decisive battle, where he has already given too much.

His katana emits its final flashes of sword, and his aim is Seo Fu's heart, and if he can hit, he can turn the tide.

Xu Fu felt the threat from death, and he knew that now was the decisive moment.

He concentrated all his strength, using Changge to resist the impact of the sword, while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

His eyes locked on the source of the sword, trying to find a weak point.

The collision between Jian Mang and Chang Ge became more and more intense, and the air around them seemed to freeze.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, two heroic warriors struggled on the brink of life and death, fighting for their faith and dignity, for everything in that land.

Suddenly, Xu Fu noticed a slight flaw, and the source of the sword was slightly weak.

He didn't hesitate to swing Changge as fast as he could, stabbing at the weakness of the sword.

Sensing the threat from death, Wei Minggu used his last strength to try to repair Jianmang's defenses.

But it was too late, Changge stabbed the weak spot of the sword, and a crack quickly spread.

The sword shattered, turned into a little starlight, and disappeared into the setting sun.

A trace of helplessness flashed in Wei Minggu's eyes, but there was also a hint of relief.

Xu Fu stood there, Changge still pointing forward, but he didn't attack again.

In that mountain forest, the confrontation between the two warriors became more and more intense.

Every attack from Wei Minggu seemed to carry a raging storm, and Xu Fu responded with solid defense and sharp counterattacks.

Their moves are like bright stars, piercing the night sky and turning into dazzling lights.

The sword light and the shadow intertwined, and the sound of the sword and the sword intersecting echoed in the mountains and forests.

Their figures flickered between the fighting skills, and the speed was dizzying.

Wei Minggu constantly changed the angle and rhythm of his attacks, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.

And Xu Fu used calmness and decisiveness to defuse every offensive, and at the same time looked for opportunities to counterattack.

In this life-and-death contest, every swing carries a sense of oppression of life and death.

Their breathing grew rapid, their muscles tensed, and every inch of their skin was filled with tension.

The battle has reached a fever pitch, and they are no longer two warriors, but two powerful forces facing each other, representing a clash of their respective beliefs and wills.

A sharp light flashed in Wei Minggu's eyes, and his attack was even more ferocious.

He suddenly dodged Xu Fu's attack, and then launched a fierce counterattack.

The katana turned into a silver light, slicing through the night sky and stabbing at Xu Fu's heart.

Xu Fu felt the threat from the Grim Reaper, and his instincts told him that it was a fatal attack.

He quickly retreated, and at the same time swung Changge, trying to block the attack of Wei Ming Valley.

The moves of the two are intertwined, and the speed is so fast that it is elusive.

Suddenly, a hint of cunning appeared on Wei Minggu's face.

His figure flickered, skillfully dodging Xu Fu's counterattack, and then turned in an instant and launched a surprise attack.

His katana sliced through the space and went straight for Seo Fu's neck.

Xu Fu's instincts caused him to react at the last moment, and he dodged sideways, but the blade slashed through his shoulder, and blood splattered.

He gasped and felt the pain.

This blow seemed to inspire Xu Fu's anger, and his eyes flashed with fiery battle intent.

Without hesitation, he launched a fierce attack, and Changge stabbed at Wei Minggu's chest.

Wei Minggu hurriedly responded, blocking it with a katana, but was still shaken back by Changge's power.

The battle between the two entered a climax, with more ferocious moves and more intense offense and defense.

Every encounter between them smacks of life and death, and the atmosphere of the battle becomes extremely tense.

Suddenly, the Valley of the Reeds unleashed a series of rapid attacks, and the katana danced like the wind, turning into a cloud of silver.

Xu Fu didn't dare to be careless, he concentrated all his attention and tried his best to defend, trying to resist this wave of fierce attacks.

The attack of Reed Minggu became more and more fierce, and the katana danced in his hand, the blade cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

His speed was so fast that Xu Fu almost didn't have time to react.

Xu Fu retreated repeatedly, trying to keep enough distance to avoid being weakened to the lowest point.

However, in this rapidly changing battle situation, Wei Minggu's offensive seemed to have no end, and every swing of the knife carried an infinite threat.

His eyes flashed with determination and determination, and he was determined to push the fight to the limit, determined to win.

Xu Fu's heart was cold, he knew that he had to find a breakthrough.

He concentrated, looking for the pattern of the opponent's offensive, trying to find a gap that could be drilled.

Wei Minggu's attack seemed to form an impregnable wall, but Xu Fu would not give up easily.

Suddenly, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he discovered the flaw in Wei Minggu's attack.

At the moment when the opponent swung the knife, he quickly moved his body and dodged, while stabbing the opponent's wrist with Changge.

Wei Minggu's attack was skillfully defused by Xu Fu, and his katana missed, almost flying out of his hand.

This was a rare opportunity, and Xu Fu did not hesitate to launch a fierce counterattack.

He swung Changge and stabbed at Wei Minggu's chest with lightning speed.

Wei Minggu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly blocked the frame, but was forced to retreat by Xu Fu's offensive.

The moves of the two were staggered, and the speed was so fast that onlookers could barely see their figures.

Wei Minggu kept retreating, trying to find an opportunity to fight back, while Xu Fu pressed forward step by step, not giving the other party a chance to breathe.

Wei Minggu's brow gradually furrowed, and he realized that he was in a difficult situation.

He unleashed a final decisive counterattack, his katana dancing like lightning and turning into a silver light in an attempt to turn the tide.

Xu Fu's heart froze, and he sensed the other party's determination.

He gathered the most powerful force in his whole body and tried to resist the blow.

Two powerful forces collided in the air, making a huge roar.

In the valley, the atmosphere of the battle became more and more tense, as if the whole world was immersed in this life-and-death struggle.

The power of this blow was amazing, and Xu Fu felt a huge pressure, but he did not waver.

With the last of his strength, he swung Changge in an attempt to block the opponent's attack.

There was a tenacious glint in his eyes, and he wanted to protect his faith, protect his honor, and not allow failure.

The battle entered a white-hot state, and the sword light and long shadows were entangled with each other, as if two huge waves were colliding.

Xu Fu's heartbeat seemed to resound throughout the valley, and he knew that victory or defeat was between this blow.

He wielded Changge, like a god of war descending, trying to completely block the attack of Wei Ming Valley.

The sword light and the shadow intertwined in the air, bursting into a dazzling light.

At this moment, an indescribable power ignited in Xu Fu's heart.

Wei Minggu's attack became more and more violent, but he also felt the tenacity from Xu Fu.

He knew that this opponent was by no means that easy to take down.

There was a fierce flash in his eyes, and he was determined to bring this battle to an end.

His katana danced even faster, with infinite power with each swing.

The blade of the sword cut a trail of light in the air, as if it was about to tear the entire valley apart.

Xu Fu responded with full attention, resisting every attack with all his might.

The battle scene became more and more intense, and the figures of the two men staggered in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Their moves are like bright meteors, piercing the night sky, leaving brilliant traces one after another.

The sword light and the shadow collided in the air, making a deafening sound.

(End of chapter)