The sun was sinking in the west, and the yellow afterglow was sprinkled among the desolate valleys.

In this deep place, a monk in a robe stood alone, his face gloomy, and his eyes revealed an evil light.

His robe was ragged, like the decay of his mind.

The atmosphere around was solemn, as if to herald a terrible catastrophe to come.

The monk is a burly man, but there is an evil power hidden under his muscles.

His face was wrinkled, as if it had been marked by time, and a handful of messy white hair could not hide his distorted face.

His brow was full of coldness and cunning, and he seemed to be full of anger and malice towards the whole world.

The surroundings are also in line with the atmosphere of this monk.

The rustling of dead tree branches in the breeze is like a mournful elegy.

The valley is filled with a stench of fishy and rotting smell that suffocates people.

Dark clouds drifted in the sky, blocking out the sun's rays, and the whole valley was shrouded in darkness.

In the distance, an enemy contingent is rapidly approaching on the mountain path.

Their steps were firm, and their eyes flashed with the spirit of battle and the determination to win.

They didn't know that the monk they were about to face was a vow-breaker, a man of unscrupulous intentions and extreme evil.

The monk sneered, a sly glint in his eyes.

He crept up the stone steps of the valley, a sharp dagger in his hand.

His steps are light and cunning, like a lurking viper, ready to strike at any moment.

The enemy soon reached the bottom of the valley.

Their eyes fell on the evil monk and they felt an indescribable fear.

However, instead of flinching, they gripped their weapons tightly and prepared to fight to the death against this evil enemy.

A grim smile tugged at the corner of the monk's mouth, and the dagger in his hand shimmered with cold light.

He didn't hesitate to attack, so fast that it was impossible to react.

A fierce battle broke out in the valley, the light of the sword flickering, the blades intertwined, and the blood stained the desolate land red.

In this life-and-death contest, the evil monk shows shocking combat prowess.

His vicious attacks caused the enemy to retreat one after another, killing and wounding him.

There was not the slightest mercy in his eyes, only indifference and ruthlessness.

In the end, the evil monk triumphed over the enemy, but there was not the slightest joy in his heart.

On the contrary, his eyes were even more gloomy, as if to show disdain for the fight.

He turned and walked away, leaving behind a trail of corpses and blood, and the valley smelled of death.

The monk who had broken his vows had now degenerated into a complete demon, and his presence made people feel real fear.

Xu Fu carried the golden Changge and walked into the valley step by step.

His eyes were deep, revealing a sharp aura that was both calm and sharp.

His gaze fell on the burly crack monk, the monk who had once fallen into a demon was standing in the depths of the valley at this moment, as if he was a soul consumed by darkness.

Xu Fu did not make a move immediately, but quietly observed.

He looked at the back of the cracking monk, the robe on his back fluttering in the wind like black wings.

The corpses everywhere at his feet formed a bloody picture.

Blood soaked the land, filling the entire valley with a strong fishy smell.

The Cracking Monk's shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was cheering for his victory.

His gaze was cold and bloodthirsty, and he seemed to have forgotten that he had once been a monk, a man who spread the faith of compassion and goodness.

At the moment, he is just a fallen criminal, a demon with a heart like a devil.

Xu Fu's fingers clenched Changge, and the cold light flickered. His heart was filled with anger, and he showed no mercy for this man who had betrayed his faith.

He walked slowly towards the cracking monk, his steps steady and firm.

The air in the valley was filled with tension and oppression, as if the whole world was trembling for the impending battle.

The cracking monk seemed to sense the threat behind him, and he suddenly turned his head with a frenzy and madness in his eyes.

A twisted smile curled into the corners of his mouth, as if mocking Xu Fu's stupidity.

However, Xu Fu only had determination in his eyes, and he did not hesitate to swing Changge and unleash a fatal blow.

Changge streaked across the air, whistling.

Xu Fu felt the evil aura behind him, and his eyes flashed with determination and vigilance.

He knew that the battle against this former monk would not be easy.

The battle between the two was about to begin, and the atmosphere in the valley became tense and heavy.

The cracking monk suddenly pounced on Xu Fu, so fast that people couldn't react. The dagger in his hand flickered with cold light and made a piercing whistling sound.

Xu Fu dodged immediately, but the attack of the cracking monk seemed to be pervasive, slashing with a knife, and the power was amazing.

Xu Fu used all his strength to skillfully dodge every attack, but he also knew that he could not continue and had to find an opportunity to fight back.

Xu Fu suddenly turned sideways and dodged the fatal knife of the cracking monk.

He shot back, and Changge stabbed at the waist of the cracking monk.

Although the cracking monk dodged in time, he was still scratched by Changge with a blood mark.

The pain made him scream, and the madness in his eyes became even more apparent.

The battle between the two entered a white-hot phase. The cracking monk brandished his dagger frantically, each attack carrying endless killing intent.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, is calm and witty, always looking for ways to crack the monk's flaws.

His Changge was as nimble as a poisonous snake, and with every swing he stabbed at the vital point of the cracking monk.

During the battle, the figures of the two were staggered, and the sword light and dagger shadows intersected.

The corpses in the valley have been enveloped in the aura of battle, as if witnessing this life-and-death struggle.

The attack of the cracking monk became more and more fierce, but Xu Fu was always as stable as a mountain and did not give him any chance.

Suddenly, Xu Fu saw a flaw, and he quickly made a move, and Changge stabbed at the chest of the cracking monk.

The cracking monk's eyes widened, he wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

Changge stabbed him in the chest, blood gushing out. The cracking monk let out a terrible roar, and his body crumbled.

However, just when Xu Fu thought that he had the chance to win, the cracking monk suddenly struggled to stand up, his eyes were full of madness and despair.

He let out a roar, and his whole body emitted a strange black aura, and the air around him seemed to be sucked into his body.

Xu Fu felt a powerful force pouring into the body of the cracking monk, and his attack actually did not cause fatal damage.

The Crack Monk's figure became even taller, and his face was distorted like a demon.

He brandished his dagger and launched an even more fierce attack.

Xu Fu's face was solemn, and he understood that he had met a real opponent. He concentrated his energy and tried his best to deal with the crazy attack of the cracking monk.

Chang Ge drew a ray of brilliance in the air, and his figure was like a whirlwind, sometimes flashing to the left of the cracking monk, and sometimes appearing on his right side.

The battle between the two entered a white-hot phase, and the valley echoed with the sound of staggered weapons colliding and the wheezing of the two.

This life-and-death struggle lasted for a long time, and both men were doing their best.

The madness of the cracking monk and the calmness of Xu Fu are in stark contrast. At the most critical moment, Xu Fu finally found the flaw to crack the monk.

He aimed at the heart of the cracking monk, and Changge stabbed out, hitting the target with unmistakable accuracy.

The cracking monk let out a scream, his body trembling violently, and he fell to the ground.

A black aura emanated from his body, eventually dissipating into a wisp of black smoke into the air.

Xu Fu also felt exhausted of his physical strength, and he struggled to stand still, gasping for breath.

The battle cost him dearly, but he knew that he had defended the land and won a victory for the faith.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up at the sky. As night falls, the light of the stars twinkles in the sky.

In this valley, the battle between life and death fell to the ground at nightfall, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.

However, even when he was dying, he still refused to admit defeat.

The Cracking Monk struggled violently, trying to attack again.

Seeing this, Xu Fu's heart tightened, he knew that he had to fight quickly, otherwise, this evil monk might launch the final blow.

Xu Fu used all his strength, wielding Changge, trying to crush the last resistance of the cracking monk.

The cracking monk desperately dodged, however, his movements became more and more sluggish, and his physical strength had reached its limit.

Changge finally stabbed the crack monk in the chest, and he let out a terrible howl, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.

Despite his severe injuries, the Cracking Monk's eyes still burned with hatred.

He suddenly spewed out a black miasma from his mouth and attacked Xu Fu.

Xu Fu hurriedly dodged, but black lesions immediately appeared in the place where he was touched by the miasma.

He knew that something was wrong, and he had to subdue this cracking monk as soon as possible, otherwise this evil force would spread.

Xu Fu did not hesitate to launch a fierce attack, and Chang Ge turned into a streamer of light and stabbed at the head of the cracking monk.

Although the corner of the crack monk's mouth was bleeding, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.

He leaped hard, dodging the fatal blow.

At the moment of jumping, a dagger flashing with a faint light flashed in his hand, stabbing towards Xu Fu's heart.

Xu Fu saw that the cracking monk's dagger was about to be stabbed, and he subconsciously raised Changge, trying to block the fatal blow.

The moment the dagger and Changge collided, there was a piercing sound of metal impact.

Xu Fu felt his entire body tremble, and his strength was gradually weakened.

However, at the critical moment of life and death, Xu Fu suddenly burst out with great power, and he used his last strength to shake the cracking monk away.

With a determined glint in his eyes, he knew that this was the last and only chance.

Changge stabbed at the cracking monk, who tried to dodge, but his movements became sluggish and he no longer had the agility he used to have.

Changge stabbed him in the abdomen, blood gushing out.

The crack monk let out a howl of despair, and his body collapsed to the ground, unable to move anymore.

Xu Fu stood in place panting, his body could no longer support it, and he held on with difficulty.

The battle was still raging in the valley, and the battle between the two men became more and more intense.

Crazy flames burned in the eyes of the cracking monk, and he attacked recklessly, each swing of the dagger accompanied by the breath of death.

And Xu Fu, with his tenacious will and keen reflexes, has always maintained his calm and composed.

The sound of the collision between Changge and the dagger constantly echoed in the valley, as if it was a symphony of a life-and-death duel.

The figures of the two are staggered, and the speed is so fast that it is difficult to capture.

Between their offense and defense, every move and style contains great killing power and wisdom.

The cracking monk suddenly changed his moves, and a vicious hidden weapon attacked.

Xu Fu's eyes were quick, and he dodged the fatal blow sideways, but a large piece of his sleeve was cut off.

He felt the horror of cracking the monk, but he didn't back down, but instead aroused his stronger fighting spirit.

The battle between the two entered a white-hot phase. Xu Fu began to take the initiative to attack, and his Changge dance was like a storm, and every blow was like a thunderbolt.

The cracking monk was forced to retreat, but he still resisted desperately, unwilling to admit defeat easily.

Blood spilled from the corner of the monk's mouth, and the frenzy in his eyes became more obvious.

He let out a wild laugh and jerked up his attack in an attempt to end the fight with a devastating blow.

Xu Fu felt the pressure like never before, and he knew that if he didn't make a decisive counterattack, the situation would be reversed.

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he gathered the last of the strength in his body and unleashed a stunt.

Chang Ge slashed through the air, turned into a streamer, and went straight to the heart of the cracking monk.

The wild laughter on the corner of the monk's mouth gradually froze, and he felt the breath of death.

Just as Changge was about to stab the heart of the cracking monk, the cracking monk suddenly burst out with shocking power.

His body swelled violently, and the black aura blew away everything around him like a violent wind.

Xu Fu was shocked out by a huge force and fell heavily to the ground.

The cracking monk stood there, his body exuding a suffocating black aura.

His eyes were filled with madness and despair, as if he was no longer human, but the embodiment of a devil.

He raised his dagger, ready to deliver the final fatal blow.

Xu Fu struggled to stand up, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He knew that this was the last and only chance.

He concentrated the strength of his whole body, waved Changge, and let out a final roar.

The battle reached its climax, the brink of life and death was at hand, and the hope of victory and the shadow of death were intertwined.

In this valley, the two figures seem so insignificant, but their battle determines the fate of the entire valley.

Xu Fu's body seemed to turn into a bolt of lightning, and his attack speed became extremely fast.

He wielded Changge and unleashed fierce attacks, each blow carrying the power of destruction.

Although the cracking monk was powerful, under Xu Fu's onslaught, it gradually began to be precarious.

The cracking monk desperately resisted, and the dagger danced in the air, trying to block every attack of Xu Fu.

However, Xu Fu's attacks were unpredictable, sometimes striking from above, sometimes stabbing at the throat of the cracking monk from below.

The figures of the two intersect in the night sky, forming a thrilling picture.

(End of chapter)