The Wild Skeleton's attack became more and more fierce, and the huge katana continued to slash at Xu Fu with terrifying power, and every swing brought a great threat.

But Xu Fu was always calm, countless memories flashed in his heart, along with the longing for his homeland and the attachment to his relatives, he knew that he couldn't lose, let alone give up.

His every dodge was precise, every counterattack was sharp, and despite his heavy injuries, he didn't show weakness or flinch.

In his heart, there is only victory, only protection.

As the battle progressed, the tombstones in the cemetery were toppled, earth and stones were splashed everywhere, and corpses were rained down.

But both Xu Fu and Wild Skeleton seem to have been immersed in their own world, and their battles have transcended life and death, beyond everything.

The roar of the desolate skeleton echoed in the night sky, but Xu Fu only smiled indifferently. He knew that as long as he had the indomitable will and indomitable courage, he would be able to overcome everything.

He fought to the end, determined not to let anyone or anything stand in his way.

In his hand, Chang Ge turned into a streamer, and in his dance, he blocked a deadly attack from the Desolate Skeleton, and his eyes flashed with determination.

He knew that he had reached the point of life and death, but he did not flinch in the slightest, only battle, only victory.

As time passed, the battle entered a white-hot phase. The sword light was like electricity, the sword aura was permeated, and the figures of the two were staggered, like two fierce winds colliding fiercely in the dark night.

The air in the cemetery seemed to freeze, silent and tense.

Xu Fu's momentum burned like a flame, with determination and firmness, he did not flinch or fear.

Every swing of his hand is a fatal blow, every dodge is crucial, and he is determined to defeat the Skeleton once and for all and end this vicious battle.

In his heart, there is only one belief, and that is victory.

He fights against all odds, fighting the Skeleton mercilessly, knowing that only victory can protect everything he holds dear, and what he believes in.

The Skeleton's attack became more and more violent, but Xu Fu remained unmoved.

His eyes revealed an unshakable will, a courage that could not be defeated. In him, there was no longer any fear, only a strong and determined force.

The sword light flickered, the sword aura permeated, and the battle continued in the moonlight.

Every confrontation between Xu Fu and the Wild Skeleton is a life-and-death struggle, and their figures are intertwined in the cemetery into a magnificent picture, as if telling a legend.

Xu Fu knows that this battle will be the most difficult battle of his life, but he also believes that as long as he has the indomitable will and indomitable courage, he will be able to overcome everything.

He fought to the end, determined not to let anyone or anything stop him, because he knew that only in this way could he protect all that he held dear and what he believed in his heart.

Tombstones in the cemetery were toppled, earth and stones were splashed everywhere, and corpses were rained down. But in this desolate cemetery, there are only battle cries.

As the battle continued, the atmosphere of the cemetery grew more and more solemn.

The roar of the desolate skeleton was incessant, as if announcing the arrival of death, and Xu Fu was determined to face the threat from the darkness.

Xu Fu's body was shrouded in exhaustion and pain, but his will grew stronger. There was a sparkle in his eyes that he would not give in, and he knew that he had to persevere, not to be knocked down, let alone defeated.

The sword light is staggered, and the sword qi is raging. Xu Fu's Changge danced like the wind, defusing every attack of the Wild Skeleton, and the Wild Skeleton constantly let out a deafening roar, trying to completely crush Xu Fu.

The air in the cemetery was filled with blood, with corpses scattered on the ground and tombstones crumbling.

But none of this can stop the decisive battle between Xu Fu and the Desolate Skeleton, who have fallen into an irreparable fate.

Xu Fu's heart is full of longing for his homeland and attachment to his relatives. He knew he couldn't fail, and he couldn't let the skeletons continue to wreak havoc.

Every swing he made was meant to guard, to guard all that he held dear.

The Wild Skeleton's attack became more and more fierce, but Xu Fu did not flinch in the slightest.

His body was exhausted, but his will was still as strong as a rock, and he was determined to defeat the Skeleton and end the battle.

The scene of the battle became more and more intense, the sword light flickered, and the sword aura was permeated.

Every encounter between Xu Fu and the Wild Skeleton is a life-and-death struggle, and their figures fly like ghosts in the moonlight, showing a battle of despair and hope.

The wind howled in the cemetery, and in the moonlight, the two figures intertwined into a magnificent picture. The battle between Xu Fu and the Desolate Skeleton has transcended the will of the individual and has become a battle of life and death.

Xu Fu's heart burns with love for his homeland and longing for his loved ones.

He knew he couldn't fail, and he couldn't let the skeletons continue to wreak havoc. Every swing he made was meant to guard, to guard all that he held dear.

The Wild Skeleton's offensive became more and more violent, but Xu Fu remained unmoved. Skeleton, he was once a valiant samurai, but as the years passed, his body had been devoured by decay, leaving only the remains of a skeleton.

However, there was still an unyielding glint in his eyes, as if to speak of his former glory and tenacity.

The two face off in the barren land of the cemetery, preparing for a desperate struggle with great momentum.

A gust of wind blew and raised dead leaves, as if in preparation for the battle that was about to unfold.

Xu Fu's eyes were fixed on the Desolate Skeleton, his heart was full of determination, he knew that this battle would be inevitable, and victory was crucial to him.

The barren skeleton slowly swung the katana in his hand, and the blade glowed with a cold light, like a call to death.

His eyes were cold and determined, as if announcing the end of his opponent.

The battle began.

Xu Fu took the first step, and the golden Changge drew a graceful arc, bringing up a gust of wind, rolling up the dead leaves around him, like thousands of horses rushing towards the desolate skeletons.

His steps are light and swift, like an elegant cheetah, ready to strike a fatal blow at his prey.

The Desolate Skeleton didn't flinch, he stared at Xu Fu coldly, as if mocking his underestimating enemy. He suddenly leaped up, and the katana turned into a silver lightning bolt and slashed towards Xu Fu's head.

The sword wind whistled, with a ruthless killing intent, making the air seem to freeze.

Xu Fu was not afraid of danger, he dodged the attack of the desolate skeleton sideways, and at the same time used Changge to resist the silver sword light.

The golden Changge let out a piercing crashing sound, which sparked when it collided with the katana, and in an instant, the entire cemetery was shrouded in sword light.

The battle between the two was extremely fierce, Xu Fu's Changge dancing like the wind, each blow imbued with unparalleled power and speed, while the barren skeleton's katana was like a silver dragon, turning into lightning-like sword light, sweeping wantonly.

The air in the cemetery seemed to freeze because of the battle, and the sound of swords clashing echoed in the dead silence.

The moonlight sprinkled on the two bodies, reflecting a tragic scene, as if telling the battle between life and death.

The battle between Xu Fu and the Wild Skeleton became more and more intense, and every shot they made was a life-and-death blow, and the scene was extremely tragic.

Their figures are staggered in the moonlight, swords and swords, as if telling ancient grievances and immortal tenacity.

Xu Fu's forehead was oozing with sweat, but his eyes were still firm and undaunted. He knew that victory in this battle was crucial to him, and that he had to take down the Skeleton before he could continue his mission.

The Skeleton, on the other hand, is ruthless, his eyes full of longing for death, as if only through battle can he find peace of mind.

He kept wielding the katana in his hand, and the light of the sword slashed across the night sky like a meteor, forcing Xu Fu to be constantly vigilant to avoid being hit by his fatal blow.

Time seemed to stand still in the cemetery, and only the sounds of the battle between the two warriors continued to echo in the air.

Every collision of swords and shadows brings a biting chill, as if reminding of the fragility and transience of life.

The figures of Xu Fu and the Wild Skeleton staggered in the moonlight, and their battle seemed to tell an ancient legend.

The golden long ges and silver katanas weave together thrilling images, and every swing is a life-and-death contest.

Xu Fu's offensive was like a raging storm, as swift and fierce as a python, and each blow carried the power to destroy everything.

The Wild Skeleton, on the other hand, is ruthless, his body is extremely flexible, and every shot is an unmistakable fatal blow.

The sound of the wind in the cemetery became more and more chilling, as if adding a touch of desolation to this desperate struggle. The dead leaves flew in the struggle between the two, and the moss on the tombstones was stirred and splashed everywhere, as if witnessing this duel between life and death.

Xu Fu and Wild Skeleton's physical strength seemed to have reached the limit, but their fighting spirit was still undiminished, as if they wanted to defeat each other completely to prove their tenacity and courage.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and with a loud bang, the cemetery seemed to shake.

The lightning bolt seemed to add a touch of mystery to the battle between the two, as if announcing that the end of the showdown was imminent.

The figures of Xu Fu and the Wild Skull looked even more solemn and spectacular against the backdrop of lightning, and their eyes were full of determination to confront, as if telling an unspeakable story.

The battle in the cemetery became more and more intense, and the figures of Xu Fu and the desolate skeleton staggered in the moonlight, swords and swords intertwined, as if performing an epic legend.

Every shot they made was a life-and-death contest, and every swing carried unspeakable strength and courage.

The Arama Skeleton kept waving the katana in his hand, and the light of the sword slashed across the night sky like a meteor, carrying the aura of destruction.

His attacks were fast and vicious, and each shot was as fast as lightning and extremely powerful, as if he was about to completely crush Xu Fu and turn him into dust.

Xu Fu's footwork was agile, and his figure flickered, sometimes like a dragon soaring into the air, sometimes like a storm, flexibly dodging the attack of the desolate skeleton.

During his long dance, each blow contained great power and exquisite skill, trying to find the flaw of the barren skeleton and deliver a fatal blow.

The sword light and Changge were staggered, sparks flew everywhere, and the battle between the two was like a silent fierce battle, only the sound of swords colliding resounded in the silent cemetery.

Time seems to be blurred in this life-and-death contest, a quarter of an hour is like an eternity, but for Xu Fu and the Wild Skeleton, every second is a challenge to fate, a test of life.

Xu Fu's gaze became hotter and hotter, and a strong determination surged in his heart that he must defeat the Desolate Skeleton and continue his mission, otherwise everything would be ruined.

There was an unyielding glint in the Skeleton's eyes, and although he had lost his body, the will to fight in his soul remained indestructible, and he swore to defend his territory to the death, vowing to reduce all enemies to ashes.

The battle is getting hotter and hotter, and the duel between Xu Fu and the Wild Skull has transcended the boundaries of the physical body and turned into a contest of spiritual will.

Each of their shots contains a desire for survival, a thirst for victory, and a ruthless crushing of the enemy.

The air in the cemetery froze, and the moonlight was like a mirror, reflecting the tragic confrontation between the two.

The staggered sound of Changge and katana was endless, accompanied by a terrible shout, which resounded in the night sky.

The figures of Xu Fu and the barren skeleton intertwined in the moonlight, as if two intertwined destinies were destined to decide the winner in this barren land.

There is no end to their fighting, there is no way out, there is only a life-and-death struggle, only the unremitting pursuit of victory.

With the roar of the desolate skeleton, a black smoke erupted, quickly spreading throughout the cemetery. The smoke was filled with a strong smell of death, which was suffocating.

Xu Fu immediately sensed the danger coming, and he quickly dodged to dodge, but the black smoke seemed to have a strange power, constantly surging towards him, trying to envelop him.

Xu Fu took a deep breath, and his whole body emitted a layer of pale golden light, like a protective barrier, blocking in front of him.

He did his best to resist the onslaught of black smoke, but the evil power contained in the smoke made him feel unusually heavy and difficult to resist.

The roar of a desolate skeleton came from the black smoke, as if it was a whisper of death, and it was creepy. His voice was like the opening of the gates of hell, filled with endless fear and despair.

Xu Fu stared at the black smoke in front of him, his eyes flashing with determination.

He knew that he had to defeat the Skeletons and defuse this evil force, or the cemetery would be in darkness forever.

He used his Changge Dance, trying to pierce the black smoke with a golden glow and dispel the evil force.

His movements were graceful and sharp, and each swing contained great power, trying to crush the black smoke.

(End of chapter)