The moonlight is like silver, sprinkled in the deep valley, rendering a mysterious and quiet night.

In this silent valley, a man in a kimono stands in the moonlight, as if it were a moment frozen in time.

He was dressed in a dark blue kimono with a delicate strap wrapped around his thin waist that gently swayed in the wind.

The patterns on the kimono are delicate and delicate, like the flowers of the mountains stretching and fragrant in the moonlight.

At the cuffs, there are faint cherry blossoms embroidered, with a slight silver glow, as if quietly blooming in the breeze.

His gaze is deep and distant, as if he can see through the tunnel of time and see the past and the future.

His face was as delicate as an ink painting, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on his slightly sideways face, outlining a faint outline.

A strand of flowing black hair brushed gently across his forehead, like a filament in the night.

The man is holding an ancient iron umbrella, the umbrella bones are vicissitudes, and the surface of the umbrella is faintly mottled with traces of time.

The top of the umbrella is adorned with silver-white tassels, like twinkling stars in the night sky, reflecting the moonlight.

He held the umbrella with a firm and calm attitude, as if he was guarding the secret of a period of time and resisting the invasion of the wind and frost of the years.

The valley is quiet and deep, and the distant peaks loom in the moonlight, like a dream.

The breeze blows, with a faint scent of flowers, and gently brushes his kimono, making the whole scene like a dreamlike picture, merging the man in the kimono with the valley under the moonlight.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of wind in the moonlit valley, as if it were the murmur of time.

Yue Lang raised his head vigilantly, a sharp light flashed in his deep eyes, as cold as the stars in the night sky.

The iron umbrella shook violently in his hand, and there was a low roar, and the tip of the umbrella shimmered with a cold light.

The moonlight shone on him, outlining his tall figure, like a guardian standing in the valley.

The iron umbrella danced in his hand like a meteor in the night sky, piercing the silent night sky.

Suddenly, there was a hidden movement. In the valley under the moonlight, Xu Fu's figure gradually appeared in a shadow.

He was originally hiding in the shadows, trying to sneak up on Yuelang. However, he didn't expect that Yuelang was already alert.

Yuelang's eyes were cold, and he waved the iron umbrella in his hand vigorously, and the iron umbrella stabbed somewhere in the valley like a bolt of lightning.

The tip of the umbrella left a trail of light in the air, like a silver-white meteor that instantly crossed the night sky. At the moment when the tip of the umbrella broke through the air, Xu Fu's figure was undoubtedly revealed.

The iron umbrella slammed into Xu Fu, making a deafening crash.

Xu Fu was knocked away by the iron umbrella, and his body crossed the night sky like a meteor, and finally landed heavily on a corner of the valley.

He struggled to get up, his face shocked and shocked, he didn't expect Yuelang to discover his existence in such a short time.

Yue Lang stared at Xu Fu indifferently, the iron umbrella in his hand still swaying in the breeze.

He didn't speak, but his cold eyes conveyed a warning to Xu Fu.

In this silent valley, in the moonlight, the confrontation between a Guardian and a Lurker makes the night even more mysterious and tense.

Xu Fu held the golden Changge tightly, and the battle intent flickered in his eyes.

His body is as nimble as a cheetah, ready for a showdown with Tsukiro.

The golden light shimmered in the moonlight, like a streamer flying.

Yuelang still stood steadily in place, the iron umbrella swaying gently in his hand, and his eyes revealed a touch of determination.

The valley seemed to fall silent, save for the rustle of the breeze through the treetops.

Suddenly, Xu Fu took a step, and Chang Ge slashed through a golden light, heading straight for Yuelang.

Yuelang responded calmly, and the iron umbrella danced, blocking Changge's attack.

The brilliance of the intersection of gold and silver exploded in the valley, and in an instant, the two were already locked in a fierce battle.

Changge intersected with the iron umbrella, making a crisp collision sound.

The figures of the two samurai intertwined in the moonlight, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult to capture the moment of each swing.

Their figures follow like shadows, flashing rapidly for a while, and still as still as water for a while.

Yuelang's movements were resolute and steady, and each blow carried a painful power.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, is flexible and agile, and Changge's light dancing seems to have a wonderful rhythm.

The confrontation between the two, mixed with the light of gold and silver and the shadow of the iron umbrella, makes for a beautiful and ferocious battle.

The battle intensified in the moonlight, and the air in the valley seemed to freeze, filled with an atmosphere of swords and swords.

The figures of Yuelang and Xu Fu are staggered, and every swing carries an irreparable determination.

The sound of the iron umbrella and Jin Ge clashing echoed throughout the valley, like the beating of war drums, making the night even more tense.

The moonlight casts down, outlining the figures of two samurai, one calm and determined, the other flexible and cunning.

Yuelang's movements were still calm, and the iron umbrella was like an impregnable barrier in his hands.

He sometimes turns defense into offense, sometimes defense is like a mountain, and every shot is accurate and decisive.

The iron umbrella carries a gust of wind, as if it is a melodious melody in the night wind, and the gold and silver light colliding with Changge are intertwined into a samurai song.

Xu Fu's figure was unusually agile in the moonlight, and Changge's dancing was full of changes.

He dodged Yuelang's attacks with ease, and then quickly counterattacked.

With a swift momentum, Chang Ge drew a beautiful arc in the air, like a meteor in the night sky, instantly cutting through the darkness.

The eyes of the two samurai were full of respect from their opponents, and every encounter was a battle of wits and strength.

Their battle was like a gorgeous dance, with virtual and real steps, attacking and defending.

In the night, the two figures intersect in the moonlight, like a motif on a canvas.

As the battle progressed, Yue Lang gradually gained insight into Xu Fu's moves, and his eyes became deeper.

After a brief pause, Yuelang's movements suddenly became sharper.

He rushed towards Xu Fu like a gale, and the iron umbrella turned into a piece of silver light while dancing, forcing Xu Fu into a predicament.

Although Xu Fu was nimble, he seemed a little tired under Yuelang's powerful offensive.

He kept changing his body and tried to dodge Yuelang's attacks, but Yuelang's every step was pressing, so he had almost no time to fight back.

At this fierce moment, Xu Fu suddenly rose into the air, his figure followed him, and a golden light pierced the night sky.

He narrowly escaped the fatal blow by bypassing Moonlight's attack at an almost supernatural speed.

Yue Lang was slightly stunned, but he did not stop the offensive.

Xu Fu rolled in the air and landed, a faint smile on his face.

At this moment, his Changge exuded a golden light in his hand, which seemed to contain a mysterious power.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became even more tense, and both Yue Lang and Xu Fu understood that the battle had entered a white-hot stage.

Neither side had any intention of backing down, and they were determined to fight to the end for the sake of honor and faith.

The moonlit battlefield seems to be a stage for a tacit understanding between the samurai, and the figures of the two warriors flicker in the night, light and shadow intertwined.

The duel between Yuelang and Xu Fu became more and more intense, and every movement carried determination and strength, and the tension of the battle spread in the air.

Xu Fu's smile looked even more mysterious in the moonlight.

He stared at Yuelang, and the golden Changge in his hand was like a flexible dragon, dancing rapidly.

A gust of wind rose suddenly, and the clouds in the night sky seemed to be tumbling and stirring with the battle, indicating that the battle was about to enter a more climactic phase.

Yuelang did not relax in the slightest because of Xu Fu's brief dodge.

His eyes flashed with determination, and the iron umbrella in his hand was like thunder, swinging in the direction of Xu Fu.

His attack was like a raging storm, with a thunderous momentum, making the entire valley seem to tremble.

Xu Fu dodged Yuelang's fatal blow, but the battle continued.

His figure wandered like a ghost in the moonlight, and Changge pierced the night sky like a golden lightning.

There was a fighting intent in his eyes, as if to tell Yuelang that this was far from the end of the moment.

Suddenly, Xu Fu's figure turned into a golden light, and it flashed to Yuelang's side in an instant.

The Changge in his hand swept out like a gale, aiming directly at Yuelang's vital point.

Yuelang hurriedly raised the iron umbrella and tried to block the blow.

The gold and silver light converged in the moonlight, bursting with blinding brilliance.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became extremely tense, and it seemed that the whole world was frozen in this moment.

The moment Changge and the iron umbrella met, the power of the two stirred in the air, causing bursts of strong air currents.

Yue Lang felt the powerful power from Xu Fu, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

However, he did not flinch, and used the ingenious skills of the iron umbrella to resist Xu Fu's fierce attack.

The figures of the two are like lightning in an instant, intertwined in the night sky.

The pace of the battle became more and more intense, and Xu Fu's offensive became more and more fierce.

He changed his tactics, trying to find the flaws in Yuelang.

And Yuelang has always remained calm and calm, and every shot is thoughtful.

In this day and night battle, every move and style of the two samurai contains a profound martial arts foundation.

The sound of the collision between the iron umbrella and Changge was like a war drum, stirring in the night sky.

Their battle has transcended physical confrontation and has become a battle of hearts, and each move is a challenge to the opponent's resourcefulness.

The battle lasted for a long time, and both Yuelang and Xu Fu's bodies began to gradually show fatigue.

However, the eyes of the two were still full of fighting intent and determination.

The battle between Yuelang and Xu Fu is like a symphony of time, playing a passionate melody of confrontation.

In the moonlit duel, they showed extraordinary martial arts and wisdom, and every move was full of challenge and respect.

On the battlefield, the moonlight shone on the two samurai, reflecting their sweaty figures.

Although the fatigue gradually appeared, the determination in his eyes became more and more determined.

Xu Fu swung Jin Ge, and each blow seemed to split the night sky; And Yuelang guarded with an iron umbrella, revealing calmness and perseverance in the counterattack.

As time passed, Yue Lang gradually gained insight into Xu Fu's moves, and his counterattacks became sharper and sharper.

In the confrontation again and again, the iron umbrella danced like a galaxy, resolving Xu Fu's offensive cleanly.

However, Xu Fu was not discouraged, his smile became more mysterious in the moonlight, and Changge emitted a determined light as he danced.

Suddenly, Xu Fu's offensive became more aggressive, and his body was like lightning, moving uncertainly.

Chang Ge crossed a beautiful arc in his hand, like a golden streamer, quickly approaching Yuelang.

Yuelang immediately adjusted his posture, and the iron umbrella stood in front of him to meet this powerful blow.

Gold and silver light burst out in the air, and an earth-shattering crash sounded.

Xu Fu's Changge and Yuelang's iron umbrella collided in an instant, stirring up layers of qi waves. The entire valley seemed to tremble at this moment, as if echoing with the determination of the two samurai to fight for their lives.

However, Yue Lang's iron umbrella sent out a slightly trembling signal in this encounter, and he felt Xu Fu's infinite strength.

Xu Fu's offensive was like a raging storm, not giving Yuelang a chance to breathe.

His series of attacks made Yuelang gradually passive.

Xu Fu saw that the opportunity could not be missed, his figure quickly approached Yuelang, and Jin Ge stabbed straight into the other party's chest.

Yue Lang tried his best to dodge, but Xu Fu's attack was like a magic arrow, making it impossible for him to completely dodge.

Changge stabbed Yuelang in the shoulder, and a muffled sound resounded through the valley.

Yue Lang snorted, but he didn't stop, but instead increased the intensity of the counterattack.

The iron umbrella danced in the air, and although his shoulder was injured, his gaze still burned with tenacity and determination.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became more tense, and the duel between Xu Fu and Yuelang became more and more intense.

Both felt the resilience and indomitability in each other, and every moment of the fight gave them a deeper understanding of each other's strength.

The moonlight shone on them, watching the battle like witnesses.

Yuelang felt the pain in his shoulder, but there was not the slightest flinch in his eyes.

On the contrary, his heart seemed to burn with a stronger fighting spirit.

He knew that it was a life-and-death struggle and there was no room for backing down.

He clutched the iron umbrella tightly and stared at his opponent in front of him.

Xu Fu saw that Yuelang was still tenacious, and there was a trace of respect in his heart.

However, he did not intend to stop the offensive.

Jin Ge danced and launched a fierce attack on Yue Lang again.

Each of Xu Fu's blows contained infinite power, as if it was about to crush Yuelang.

Moon Lang sometimes dodge, sometimes with an iron umbrella to resist, although his movements are injured, he still maintains a high degree of flexibility.

His eyes revealed a deep contemplation of life and death, and seemed to convey a kind of unwavering faith in the silence.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the valley under the moonlight seemed to become a stage for a life-and-death struggle between two samurai.

Each swing elicited a crackling sound in the air, and the battle intentions of the two samurai converged in the night sky.

The sound of the collision between the iron umbrella and Jin Ge was like a war drum, stirring up the tense atmosphere of the battlefield.

Xu Fu's offensive was like an endless storm, and Yue Lang was stubbornly resisting.

The iron umbrella danced in his hand like an invisible barrier against the fierce attacks from Jingo.

His figure flashes at times, sometimes as steady as a mountain, showing the samurai's superb fighting skills.

Suddenly, a gleam flashed in Yuelang's eyes.

He grasped the flaw in Xu Fu's offensive, and with a clever turn, the iron umbrella swung violently, aiming directly at Xu Fu's abdomen.

This move is fast and accurate, and it is full of deadly threats.

Xu Fu felt the danger, and his figure froze slightly.

However, he didn't rest on his laurels, and on the side of his body, Jin Ge turned into a golden light, skillfully avoiding Yuelang's fatal blow.

His reflexes were astonishingly fast, lightning swift.

(End of chapter)