From one person to nine to five

Chapter 297 Miyamoto’s Two-Sword Style ([-])
The dance of the golden Changge is full of mysterious magic, like an ancient god of war descending into the world.

The structure of the temple was already in danger, the windows were broken, and dust filled the air, but all this was overshadowed by the bloody battle between the two swordsmen.

Their figures shuttled through the temple like lightning, and every wave was like a life-and-death duel, deciding the fate of victory or defeat.

The collision between the sword blade and the Changge was like a loud noise between heaven and earth, and the conflict between the weapons became a peak showdown between body and will.

Each swing was accompanied by harsh metal friction and air tearing sounds, and the temple seemed to be shaking for this magnificent battle.

The blades of Ichiro Miyamoto's swords flashed with cold light, and every blow seemed to tear reality apart. His offensive was like a torrential downpour, leaving no room for chance.

His swordsmanship is unpredictable, sometimes as sharp as a dragon, sometimes as gentle as the wind.

Every swing contained absolute determination and deadly threat.

Xu Fu's golden Chang Ge was like a divine weapon descending, and his swings were as precise and swift as a god's.

His defense was impenetrable, and every counterattack was accurate, hitting Ichiro Miyamoto's blade and neutralizing his attack.

The light of the golden Changge is like a flame, flashing with incredible power.

In this magnificent duel, the structure of the temple was shattered, broken glass was flying from the windows, and dust filled the air, but the two swordsmen showed no scruples.

Their figures shuttled around every corner of the temple, and the collision of sword light and Gomang formed an intoxicating picture.

The impact of the blade and Chang Ge seemed to exceed the limits of human beings, and every collision was like a shock to the world.

This is a duel of honor and courage. Two great swordsmen fight for victory and dignity. Their fates are intertwined, creating this legend that belongs to them.

The collision between the sword blade and Chang Ge became more and more fierce, and the impact between the weapons created a violent and beautiful picture.

Each swing was accompanied by a harsh metal collision sound and strong air vibrations.

Ichiro Miyamoto's swords danced like hurricanes, his attacks were merciless, and the swings of the blades were filled with destructive power.

His body movements are extremely flexible, and every dodge is like a gorgeous dance, while maintaining a distance from his opponent, allowing him to launch fatal attacks at any time.

His swordsmanship has reached its peak, and every swing is filled with determination and superb skill.

Xu Fu used the Golden Changge to neutralize Ichiro's offensive. His defense was impenetrable, and every counterattack hit Miyamoto Ichiro's blade accurately.

The golden Chang Ge danced in his hands, emitting a mysterious light, like the incarnation of an ancient divine weapon.

There was an unfathomable intelligence and determination in his eyes.

The scene inside and outside the temple became increasingly chaotic, dust filled the air, the windows were all broken, and the structure of the temple was crumbling.

However, the two swordsmen seemed to ignore all this, and their consciousness was completely immersed in the battle.

The impact sounds of the blade and Changge converged into a magnificent symphony, sparks flew everywhere, and the gems on the blade and Changge shone like stars.

At the climax of this life-and-death battle, the collision between the sword blade and Chang Ge became more and more thrilling, as if a huge battle in the universe was unfolding between the two swordsmen.

Ichiro Miyamoto's two swords were swung in the air, and each swing seemed to tear apart time itself.

His attacks are unpredictable, sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes like the vast ocean. Every swing of the sword is accompanied by bright sparks when the blade collides with Chang Ge.

His body movements are extremely smooth and can almost transcend the limitations of the material world. Every dodge is breathtaking. He can break free from critical crises in an instant.

And Xu Fu skillfully resisted every attack of Miyamoto Ichiro with his golden long sword.

His defense is like a solid wall, impregnable.

Every counterattack was extremely precise, and every swing accurately hit Miyamoto Ichiro's blade, defusing his offensive.

The golden Chang Ge was like a living thing in his hands, sometimes hovering, sometimes rolling, and sometimes like a flying golden eagle, silently resolving the opponent's attacks.

The scene inside and outside the temple became increasingly chaotic. Broken glass from the windows was scattered in the wind, dust filled the air, and the structure of the temple was in danger.

But the two swordsmen were completely immersed in this battle. The world around them had become like a collapsed world, with only the clash of weapons and the firm looks in each other's eyes.

Every impact of the blade and Chang Ge was like a collision of stars, and the air was filled with static electricity.

In this battle, time seemed to slow down, and every moment was stretched out, making the collision between the sword blade and Chang Ge more dramatic and decisive.

The temple was filled with thick energy, as if the entire universe had stopped for this magnificent duel.

Ichiro Miyamoto's swords were like a violent storm, the blades streaking through the air, each blow carrying the determination to destroy everything.

His attacks are as fast as lightning and as slow as running water. No matter how the speed changes, every swing is without hesitation and full of deadly power.

His body movements reached the extreme, and every dodge was like an ultimate dance, controlling the distance between him and his opponent with extreme precision.

Xu Fu responded to Ichiro's offensive with his golden Changge, and his defense was like an impenetrable wall.

Every counterattack is like the eyes of a condor, precise and deadly.

The golden Changge was like life in his hands, and every wave was full of mysterious magic, like the arrival of an ancient god.

There was an unfathomable intelligence and determination in his eyes.

The walls of the temple collapsed even more seriously, the glass of the windows was completely broken, and dust was flying in the air.

The structure of the temple was in danger, but this was ignored by the two swordsmen, whose minds were completely immersed in the battle.

The collision of the blade and Chang Ge was like the roar of gods, full of mysterious magic.

Sparks flew between the two, rays of light piercing the silence of the temple like stars.

Just as this magnificent battle reached its climax, Xu Fu suddenly launched a crazy offensive, and his golden sword struck at Ichiro Miyamoto like a violent storm.

Chang Ge's swing speed became more and more fierce, like a golden lightning, which was almost impossible to follow.

Every swing was like a mountain falling apart, and every blow carried destructive power.

His attacks were unpredictable, sometimes violent thunder blows, sometimes deft phantom thrusts. Every move he made was accompanied by the collision of blades and Changge, as if it was the most violent confrontation in the universe.

Ichiro Miyamoto couldn't help but feel the terror of Xu Fu's offensive. He could no longer resolve his opponent's attacks as easily as before.

His figure kept flashing, barely dodging one fatal blow after another, but he still continued to feel the pressure of the golden Chang Ge.Xu Fu's attacks were accurate and precise, each swing targeting Ichiro's weak points in an attempt to break down his defenses.

The scene inside and outside the temple became more chaotic, dusty and electric light filled the air, as if the whole world was shaken by this crazy duel.

The structure of the temple has reached its limit, but the two swordsmen don't seem to care. Their consciousness is completely immersed in this battle.

The collision of the blade and Chang Ge was like thunder, sparks flew everywhere, and the space inside the temple seemed to be shaking.

Xu Fu's crazy offensive was like a violent storm, and the golden Changge's swing speed had reached an incredible level.

Every swing he made was accompanied by the roar of the wind, and the collision between the blade and Chang Ge was like a series of explosions, shaking the entire temple.

Ichiro Miyamoto tried hard to resist Xu Fu's attack. His body movements were more flexible and he could almost dodge the fatal blow, but Xu Fu's crazy offensive almost never stopped.

The sharp edge of the golden Changge approached quickly, sometimes stabbing Ichiro's chest, sometimes hitting his head. Ichiro had to concentrate on staying vigilant.

The scene inside the temple became increasingly chaotic, dust and debris filled the air, and the structure of the temple was already crumbling.

However, the battle between the two swordsmen has transcended the limitations of the material world, and their consciousness is completely immersed in this magnificent contest.

The collision of the blade and Chang Ge sounded like the bells of the end of the world, sparks exploded between the two, and the light flashed across the night sky like two meteors.

This is a battle that goes beyond words and understanding. It is a battle of honor and dignity. One swordsman's crazy offensive attempts to destroy the other swordsman's will.

Miyamoto Ichiro felt the pressure of Xu Fu's crazy offensive, and began to adopt a more cautious strategy, trying to avoid the fierce blow of the golden Changge.

His figure flashed like a gust of wind, dangerously avoiding Xu Fu's attacks. Every dodge made people's hearts beat faster.

Xu Fu's golden long sword kept stabbing at Ichiro Miyamoto, but Ichiro's body was extremely flexible and he was almost able to avoid the fatal blow.

Every dodge he made was filled with danger and determination, sometimes ducking to one side or leaping into the air, making himself an elusive target.

Despite this, Xu Fu's attacks were still chasing him like a devil, not giving him a chance to breathe.

The scene inside and outside the temple became more chaotic, filled with dust, and the structure of the temple was in danger, but all of this was ignored by the two swordsmen.

Their consciousness has been completely integrated into the battle, forgetting the world around them.

The collision of the blade and Chang Ge was like the bell of doomsday, and every spark flying seemed to be the end of time.

This is a battle of strength and skill, one swordsman's mad pursuit of another swordsman's life and death.

Ichiro Miyamoto's evasive strategy caused his body to move through the temple halls like a phantom.

His steps were light and fast, sometimes bending down and sometimes jumping up, making it impossible for Xu Fu's golden Changge to easily lock his position.

Xu Fu's attacks became more and more violent. He kept chasing Ichiro, and the golden Chang Ge stabbed like a sudden storm.

Every swing was accompanied by the sound of cracking air and the blade whizzing, but Miyamoto Ichiro seemed to have infinite wisdom and could always avoid fatal blows at the critical moment.

The scene inside and outside the temple has fallen into complete chaos, with fragments of windows, dust and stones flying in the air.

The structure of the temple is in danger, but the two swordsmen seem to have transcended the constraints of the material world and are fully committed to this life and death contest.

The clashing sounds of the blade and the Changge came one after another, and the light was like a flame, cutting through the darkness in the temple.

This is a battle that transcends words, where one swordsman's courage and wisdom enable him to dodge the other's frenzied attacks.

No matter who is the winner in the end, this moment will always remain in people's memory and become a magnificent legend, witnessing the glory and dignity of the two great swordsmen.

As time passed, Miyamoto Ichiro's body seemed to be filled with incredible power, and he began to show strong potential and prepared to fight back.

Xu Fu's crazy offensive continued, and the golden Changge was swung extremely fast, but at the critical moment, Miyamoto Ichiro's double swords made a harsh buzzing sound.

His body instantly burst out with powerful momentum, like a tiger emerging from its cage, and his attacks began to quickly become powerful and fierce.

The speed of Ichiro's sword swing became astonishing, and every swing was accompanied by the sound of the blade cutting through the air.

His attacks became extremely fierce, and every swing of his sword was filled with the determination to destroy everything, trying to destroy Xu Fu's golden Changge.

Sparks flew between them, and the clash of blades and Changge was like the fury of thunder.

Xu Fu felt the strong pressure from Miyamoto Ichiro, and his attacks began to be hindered and were no longer as violent as before.

He had to deal with Ichiro's counterattack with all his heart, and the golden sword danced to resolve the fierce attack from the double sword.

At this moment, the fate of the two swordsmen was intertwined again, and the battle became more intense.

The scene inside and outside the temple has completely collapsed, the windows are broken, dust is everywhere, and the structure of the temple is almost in pieces.

However, all this was ignored by the two swordsmen, who were completely immersed in this life and death battle.

The collision of the blade and the Changge was like the bell of doomsday, sparks flew, and the light pierced the darkness of the temple.

This is an ultimate battle, where the explosive potential of one swordsman is intertwined with the crazy offensive of another swordsman. No matter who the final winner is, this moment will always be praised by people and become an immortal legend.

Miyamoto Ichiro's counterattack was like a violent storm, and the swings of his swords were like thunder and lightning.

His attacks were full of determination, and every swing of his sword was accompanied by strong momentum, trying to break Xu Fu's defense.

His swordsmanship was unpredictable, sometimes like a tiger swooping down, sometimes like flowing water, and every swing accurately aimed at Xu Fu's weakness.

Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure, and he had to concentrate on defense. The golden Changge kept waving, trying to resist the fierce attack from Miyamoto Ichiro.

Chang Ge was like an indestructible shield in his hands, and his body continued to dodge and resolve every attack.

However, Ichiro's swordsmanship is unpredictable, making him elusive.

The scene inside and outside the temple has completely collapsed. Pieces of windows, dust and stones are flying in the air. The structure of the temple is almost in pieces.

But none of this could shake the determination of the two swordsmen, and they continued to fight hard in this life-and-death contest.

The collision of the blade and Chang Ge was like the end of the world, sparks flew everywhere, and the light was like two meteors streaking across the dark night.

(End of this chapter)