Xu Fu's physical strength was gradually exhausted, but his will was still strong.

Every time he swung Changge, he did his best and did not relax in the slightest.

His breathing became rapid, sweat dripping from his forehead, but he didn't flinch.

The same is true of Wei Minggu, his eyes are full of determination and determination.

He knew that only by defeating this formidable adversary would he be able to protect their homeland and all that he cherished.

At this moment, the two seemed to be incarnated as fierce beasts in the mountains and forests, fighting each other and fighting for survival.

Their offense and defense are like the waves of the sea, surging.

Xu Fu's Changge drew a beautiful arc in the air and stabbed at Wei Minggu's chest.

Not to be outdone, Reedingugu blocked Changge's front with his katana.

The power of the two intertwined, making a loud sound that shook the sky.

In such a fight, all that is left in their eyes is the desire for victory, the hope for the future.

The battle entered its most intense phase, with every swing being the last determination and every defense being the last hope.

Their bodies danced in the air, turning into lightning bolts that intertwined and shrouded the entire valley in the shadow of battle.

Xu Fu suddenly put away his attack, and there was a hint of trickery in his eyes.

Wei Minggu breathed a sigh of relief, but then noticed something unusual.

Just as he was about to attack, Xu Fu swung Changge again and stabbed him in the abdomen by surprise.

Wei Minggu's eyes widened, he felt the sharp pain, but it was too late to dodge.

Changge pierced his body, bringing out a puddle of blood, and his body trembled for a moment, and then slowly fell.

Xu Fu stood firmly in place, and Chang Ge was still pointing forward.

Xu Fu's offensive was like a raging storm, continuous, and each blow condensed endless power.

As he danced, his long song turned into golden light, piercing the air and making a sharp whistling.

At the same time, Remyongya showed no signs of weakness, his katana wielding like the wind, each sword carrying a deadly threat.

The two of them made a flurry of moves, each collision inspiring a cacophony of metal. Their eyes flashed with stubborn will, determined to defeat each other.

Wei Minggu's body style is unpredictable, sometimes fast as electricity, sometimes stable as a mountain.

Each of his attacks was accurate, like a precise blade, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, responded with calmness and decisiveness, and every swing was extremely firm.

His Changge turned into a sturdy shield, blocking every attack of Wei Ming Valley.

There was a decisive glint in his eyes, and he knew that now was the decisive moment, and there could be no hesitation.

In the course of the battle, their bodies were working tirelessly, and every inch of muscle exuded great strength.

Their breathing became rapid, but their hearts were unusually calm.

It was a life-and-death struggle, and they had long since put life and death aside and threw themselves into the fight.

Reedminggu's attacks intensified, and his katana swung even faster.

He aimed at Xu Fu's chest and unleashed a deadly stabbing blow.

Xu Fu's instincts told him that danger was coming, and he quickly dodged sideways, but the blade still cut through his breastplate, leaving a shallow scar.

Xu Fu gritted his teeth, he felt a sharp pain, but he didn't stop attacking.

He swung violently with Changge, trying to push Wei Minggu back.

Wei Minggu dodged, but launched a fierce counterattack in the next moment.

His katana turned into silver lightning and went straight for Xu Fu's throat.

Xu Fu's eyes widened, and he could feel the shadow of death approaching.

With all his might, he blocked in front of him with Changge, making a dull crashing sound.

The battle was to the extreme, and the moves of the two became more and more aggressive, and every collision was like a landslide.

Their figures look extremely heroic against the backdrop of the setting sun.

In this mountain forest, they are the last warriors, the last guardians, and the hope of the entire tribe.

Xu Fu's eyes flashed with determination, and he knew that if he held on for a few more moments, he would be able to achieve victory.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, felt the limits of his body, but his eyes were full of tenacity.

He was unwilling to lose, unwilling to give in, and when the battle entered the final climax, Xu Fu's offensive became more and more fierce.

His long song danced, leaving a golden trail, like a gust of wind across the valley.

Every swing carries the momentum of thunder, and the power is endless.

Wei Minggu felt the pressure increase, and he couldn't help but feel a tightening in his heart. His attack became hesitant and slightly sluggish, but Xu Fu clung to the opportunity.

He quickly approached, and Chang Ge attacked the vital point of Wei Ming Valley like a poisonous snake.

Wei Minggu tried his best to resist, but under Xu Fu's fierce offensive, he was defeated and retreated.

Each collision made him feel a powerful impact, which made his arm numb and his body in sharp pain.

His breathing became rapid, his face contorted, but he held on.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the figures of the two are like heroes in mythology, and they start the final struggle.

Xu Fu's gaze was firm, and his attacks became sharper and sharper, each blow as if it was about to completely crush the enemy.

And Wei Minggu showed extraordinary tenacity under the threat of life and death.

Suddenly, Xu Fu's Changge turned into a bolt of lightning and stabbed into Wei Minggu's heart.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, raised his katana, and tried his best to block it.

However, at this moment, his body could no longer withstand such a blow.

Changge stabbed Wei Minggu in the shoulder, sending out a splash of blood.

He snorted, shook his body, and almost fell.

However, even with his injuries, he remained indomitable and gritted his teeth to persevere.

Seeing this, a trace of determination flashed in Xu Fu's eyes.

He knew that this was the moment to end the fight.

He swung Changge, and with all his strength, he hit Wei Minggu in the chest with one blow.

Wei Minggu snorted, and his body fell like a kite with a broken string.

Although Wei Minggu was seriously injured and fell to the ground, he still did not lose the will to fight.

He desperately tried to stand up, and although his body was full of pain, his tenacity made him refuse to give in.

Xu Fu immediately understood that his opponent was still a tough enemy.

He held Changge tightly and stared at Wei Minggu vigilantly.

The fight is not over, and although he has the upper hand, it does not mean that he can take it lightly.

Wei Minggu propped up his body with one hand and struggled to stand up.

Blood flowed from his wounds, but he didn't give up.

There was a tenacious glint in his eyes, and he was determined to keep fighting, no matter what the cost.

Xu Fu also felt the tenacity of his opponent, and he knew that this battle was not over yet.

He no longer takes the initiative to attack, but waits for his opponent's move.

His muscles tensed, ready to react at any moment.

Wei Minggu coughed up a mouthful of blood, his breathing was still rapid, but he took a stumbling step.

He picked up his katana, and despite the weakness in his hands, he tried to continue the fight.

Xu Fu took a step slowly, and instead of attacking immediately, he waited for his opponent's decision.

Remyitsu swung the katana in his hand with difficulty, and although his movements were slow, the determination in his eyes still flickered.

He knew that this was the last moment and the last chance.

He vows to fight for his family and glory, even if only the last shred of strength remains.

Xu Fu watched him quietly and did not attack, as if waiting for the other party's decision.

His eyes were full of respect, because he knew that the warrior in front of him was a true brave man.

Suddenly, Wei Minggu let out a roar, gathered the remaining strength, and charged at Xu Fu with all his strength.

Despite his faltering steps, his will was unusually strong.

The katana slashed out rays of light in the air, like a storm, striking Xu Fu with the residual power.

Xu Fu didn't dodge, he stepped forward, and Changge drew a beautiful arc in the air, intersecting with the katana of Wei Ming Valley.

The forces of the two collided violently in the air, making a deafening sound.

Although Wei Minggu's attack was ferocious, Xu Fu was not repulsed.

He stood firmly in place and used his powerful power to defuse his opponent's momentum.

Then, he swung Changge and launched a fierce counterattack.

This time, Xu Fu's offensive was even more aggressive, and Changge danced in the air, with the sound of the whistling wind, drawing out golden rays of light.

Wei Minggu tried his best to resist, but his body had reached its limit.

Under strong pressure, he was again forced back a few steps.

The atmosphere of the battle became extremely tense, and the valley was filled with a thick murderous aura.

Xu Fu stared at Wei Minggu, there was not the slightest contempt in his eyes, only endless respect.

And Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and insisted, although his body couldn't support it, there was still a tenacious fire burning in his eyes.

At this moment, Wei Minggu suddenly burst out with the last of his strength, and his body was like an angry dragon soaring into the air, letting out an earth-shattering roar.

His katana turned into a bolt of lightning and slashed at Xu Fu's head.

Xu Fu's eyes widened, and he felt the shadow of death.

The muscles in his whole body tensed, and he swung Changge without hesitation, using his last strength to resist the blow.

The forces of the two collided violently in the air again, making a huge roar.

The battle entered the most critical moment, and the eyes of both men were full of determination.

Their moves are staggered and so fast that it's almost hard to catch.

At this moment, they have gone beyond the limits of ordinary people and reached the pinnacle of warriors.

Xu Fu's body trembled violently, but his gaze was extremely determined.

He knew that as long as he could withstand the blow, the victory would be his.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, tried to defeat his opponent with the last of his strength, even if it was to exhaust his last breath.

The outcome of the battle was decided at this moment. The attack and defense of the two were staggered, and the scene was extremely intense.

Their blades and Changge entwined with each other, making a piercing sound of metal grinding. The air in the valley seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stand still.

The battle reached an unprecedented level of intensity.

The figures of the two are staggered in the afterglow of the setting sun, like fierce beasts in the mountains and forests, fighting with each other and refusing to give in to each other.

Xu Fu swung Changge, his movements sharp and sharp, and each blow contained devastating power.

His eyes flashed with determination, and he knew that only by defeating Wei Ming Valley could he defend his homeland and protect his people.

The katana of the Reed Ming Valley danced, emitting bursts of sword sounds.

His gaze betrayed his unyielding will, and despite his extreme exhaustion, he desperately tried to block every attack.

The katana in his hand glowed with a faint light, turning into a silver arc, dissolving each of Xu Fu's attacks without a trace.

The embers of the battle filled the valley, the afterglow of the setting sun fading, but their battle continued.

Their breathing was rapid, their chests heaving violently, but their wills were stronger.

Xu Fu's Changge swung more frequently, each attack trying to break through the defense line of Wei Ming Valley.

His body is agile, like a mountain ape, and every dodge is just right.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, is always vigilant and ready to deal with the opponent's offensive.

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

He deliberately created a flaw to lure Xu Fu to attack.

Seeing this, Xu Fu couldn't help but increase the intensity of his attack, trying to defeat the other party in one fell swoop.

However, at this moment, Wei Minggu suddenly counterattacked.

His katana drew a perfect arc and went straight to Xu Fu's lower plate.

Although Xu Fu sensed the danger, he didn't have time to dodge, so he could only resist the blow.

With a snap, Wei Minggu's katana slashed heavily at Xu Fu's Changge.

Xu Fu's arm shook, and severe pain came, but he gritted his teeth and forcibly resisted the blow.

The battle entered a stalemate stage, and the moves of the two came one after another, and the scene was extremely intense.

Their eyes all gleam with tenacity, not to be outdone, unwilling to give in.

This is not just a battle, but also a contest of wills, an arena of courage.

Wei Minggu suddenly roared, and his body was like a fierce beast, and suddenly burst out with more powerful power.

His katana turned into a meteor, slicing through the night sky and heading straight for Xu Fu's chest.

A hint of vigilance flashed in Xu Fu's eyes, and he knew that this blow was not trivial.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, and although his body was already extremely tired, the tenacious color in his eyes became thicker and thicker.

He knew that this was a life-and-death contest, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, he let out a low roar, used the last trace of strength, and launched a final charge towards Xu Fu.

His katana whistled in the wind, stabbing at Xu Fu's heart like a ghost.

Xu Fu saw that the other party launched the final attack, and his body quickly rose into the air, and while avoiding Wei Minggu's attack, he swung Changge violently.

Syllable!

With a loud bang, Changge slammed into Wei Minggu's katana, completely blocking his attack.

Xu Fu immediately stabbed with his backhand, and Changge stabbed into Wei Minggu's chest.

A trace of consternation flashed in Wei Minggu's eyes, but it was more determined.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

But soon, his body began to tremble, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

With the last of his strength, he raised his head and looked at the sunset, the orange-red afterglow reflected on his face, and at this moment, he was like a heroic warrior, desperate for his life.

As the last trace of breath disappeared, Wei Minggu's body hung down and fell to the ground, bathed in the light of the setting sun.

The whole valley fell into a deathly silence, except for the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves.

(End of chapter)