From one person to nine to five

Chapter 312 Wei Mingliu (1)

The warrior Wei Minggu is wearing a black warrior uniform, disheveled, brave and resolute. He carries a long bow on his shoulder and a shining samurai sword on his waist.

His eyes are as sharp as an eagle, revealing unfathomable wisdom and courage.

As he shuttled between dense trees, Wei Minggu's footsteps were light and decisive. He jumped over streams and passed through dense jungles skillfully, as if he was one with nature.

The sun shines on him through the gaps in the leaves, reflecting his resolute face and firm eyes.

Wei Minggu has a burly figure, taller than ordinary people, with strong muscles, revealing great strength and endurance.

His complexion was tanned, as if golden by the sun, showing the signs of long hours spent outdoors.

The sweaty face is covered with traces of time, and there are deep and shallow wrinkles, revealing the vicissitudes and wisdom of the years.

His eyes were deep and sharp, like two bright stars, shining in the gloomy mountain forest.

There was firmness and determination in his eyes, as if he could see through everything.

Under his thick eyebrows, he has a pair of bright eyes, always alert to all the movements around him.

His hair was messy and draped over his broad shoulders, exuding a wild flavor.

The long hair is mixed with some gray-white filaments, showing the ruthlessness of time.

Although his appearance has aged, his figure is still upright, and his actions reveal resoluteness and determination.

The corners of Wei Minggu's mouth were pursed tightly, as if he always had a hint of indifference.

His chin was sharp and chiseled, expressing strong character and decisive determination.

His neck showed hard muscles, giving it a sense of inviolability.

Suddenly, a golden light pierced the sky and flew towards Weiming Valley like lightning.

It was a golden spear, shining with cold light, like a threatening snake.

Wei Minggu's reaction was extremely fast. His eyes narrowed and he immediately sensed the approaching danger.

He swung the katana at his waist vigorously, and the blade made a sharp sound as it collided with the golden sword.

The golden light and the sword light intertwined, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated the surrounding mountains and forests.

At the moment of the confrontation, Wei Minggu's eyes flashed with firmness and determination.

He used all his strength to steadily block Golden Chang Ge's attack.

With the collision of forces, he felt threatened by the enemy, but he did not flinch at all.

His body shook slightly, blocked the golden Chang Ge, and then quickly counterattacked.

His katana danced like the wind, and the blade drew silver arcs, like shooting stars piercing the night sky.

His attacks were swift and precise, as if he had anticipated all the enemy's movements.

The holder of the Golden Changge was forced back by Wei Minggu's quick counterattack, and was forced to take a few steps back, trying to stabilize his body.

Wei Minggu stood there with a deep gaze.He knew that this battle was far from over.

So, he gripped the katana tightly and faced the enemy again, preparing for a more intense battle.

Xu Fu retracted the golden Changge, and as the sword flashed, he slowly put away his offensive.

Then, he danced in a circle, like a dancing god, looking extremely majestic and elegant in the mountains and forests.

Finally, he stopped steadily, his eyes as bright as stars, staring at Wei Minggu.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and the atmosphere was tense and solemn.

In this silent mountain forest, it seems that the sound of heartbeats can be heard, indicating that a more intense battle is coming.

The corners of Xu Fu's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a mocking smile. He seemed to despise Wei Minggu's strength.

Wei Minggu's eyes were as cold as ice and he showed no sign of weakness.

He held his katana tightly and stood upright, like an unshakable statue.

There was no fear on his face, only determination and determination.

There was an inviolable aura about him, standing there like a mountain.

The atmosphere of battle heated up between the two, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

The two powerful warriors stood face to face, the atmosphere tense and full of anticipation.

Wei Minggu held the katana tightly, his eyes as firm as a rock, and the aura exuding from his body made the surrounding air seem to freeze.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, was holding a golden Changge, with a cold smile on his lips, and a cunning light shining in his eyes.

The battle begins.

Xu Fu suddenly launched an offensive, and the golden Changge drew a gorgeous arc and made a sharp whistling sound.

His attack was swift and fierce, hitting Wei Minggu like a violent storm.

Wei Minggu immediately greeted him. As the samurai sword danced, the blade drew out pieces of silver light, intersecting with the golden sword, making a sonorous collision sound.

The battle was extremely fierce, and the figures of the two people intertwined in the air, flashing rapidly, like two lightning flashes across the mountain forest.

Xu Fu's offensive was like the claws of a ferocious beast, extremely ferocious; while Wei Minggu used his superb martial arts and agility to resolve every attack, remaining calm and composed at all times.

Every attack they make is fatal, and every dodge is a dance on the edge of life and death.

During the battle, the trees in the mountain forest were shaken, as if they felt the tremendous pressure between the two strong men.

The wind blew and the dust swirled around the two people, forming a blur of light and shadow.

Time seems to slow down in this struggle, and every moment is frozen in the air.

Their eyes sparkled with wisdom and determination. The battle was not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of wisdom and skill.

They observe each other, trying to find each other's flaws, and then seize the opportunity to launch a fatal blow.

In this battle, the figures of the two strong men intertwined, the swords were shining, and the fighting spirit was soaring.

Their breathing was rapid, sweat and blood intertwined, showing the fierceness and cruelty of the battle.

Their figures appeared and disappeared, wandering among the trees like ghosts.

Xu Fu was holding a golden ChangGe. Every time he waved it, it brought out a golden light. The blade was like a meteor streaking across the night sky. It was fast and accurate, and its power was astonishing.

Wei Minggu holds a samurai sword, leaving a silver arc as he dances. The blade is extremely sharp, accurate and sharp.

Xu Fu's offensive was extremely fierce. Chang Ge drew arcs in the air, and the buzzing sound of wind accompanied by golden light filled the entire mountain forest.

Each of his strikes carried the aura of destroying everything, striving to suppress Wei Minggu.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, is agile and agile. As his katana dances, it forms a shadow of the sword, defusing every attack skillfully.

His movement is nimble, sometimes he dodges quickly, and sometimes he approaches his opponent instantly, eliminating the danger invisible.

The moves of the two men intertwined to form an exquisite battle scene.

Golden light and silver light intersected in the air, and the blade and Chang Ge made a sharp metal collision sound when they touched.The rhythm of the battle is extremely fast, with sharp attacks in one moment and flexible dodges in the next, as if they are performing a gorgeous dance.

Xu Fu's attacks became more and more violent. He tried to force Wei Minggu to make mistakes through violent attacks, but Wei Minggu always remained calm.

He kept changing his posture, cleverly dodging every attack, and then quickly counterattacking.

His sword skills are accurate and vicious, and every swing carries a fatal threat.

The battle scene was extremely intense, and the two men's breath gradually became short, and sweat mixed with the smell of earth stuck to their bodies.

In this life-and-death struggle, wisdom and strength are clashing, and their eyes are shining with tenacious will.

This is a battle that transcends the physical body, a battle of wills, and a battle between two top warriors.

Deep in that mountain forest, the battle between the two warriors was like a wonderful dance. Every swing and every dodge was full of the intertwining of power and skill.

Xu Fu's golden sword flew through the air, making a low whistling sound.

His attacks were fast and sharp, each swing bringing up strong airflow and pushing away the surrounding air.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, was like flowing clouds and flowing water, lightly dodging Xu Fu's attacks.

His figure sometimes leans down, sometimes soars, and is extremely flexible, like a cunning fox, always able to find the most suitable time to avoid attacks.

Xu Fu's attacks became more and more fierce. He kept changing the direction of his attacks, trying to break Wei Minggu's defense line.

But Wei Minggu's reaction was extremely quick, and he was able to dodge the attack in time every time, and then quickly counterattack.

His samurai sword drew silver arcs, stabbing Xu Fu like lightning, forcing him to retreat continuously.

The pace of the battle was fast and tight, with the two figures intertwined, sometimes fighting in close quarters, and sometimes fighting from a distance.

Xu Fu's long sword cut through the air, causing a harsh whistling sound, while Wei Minggu's samurai sword danced in the air, its blade flashing with cold light.

Every attack they made was full of murderous intent, and every dodge showed their superb skills.

As the battle progressed, Xu Fu's offensive gradually became more fierce, and he tried to break Wei Minggu's defense line with more violent attacks.

Wei Minggu calmly defuses every attack and can always launch a sharp counterattack when the time is right.

There was a trace of determination in his eyes, and he was determined to defeat this powerful opponent.

In this fierce battle, the sweat of the two samurai penetrated their samurai uniforms, and their muscles trembled with tension.

Their breathing was rapid, and every attack and dodge cost them a huge amount of energy.

However, their will is strong and their determination cannot be shaken.

This is not only a physical confrontation, but also a battle of will and wisdom.

Their eyes shone with tenacity and determination, and they all knew that this battle would determine life and death, victory or defeat.

Xu Fu waved the golden Changge, and each wave was accompanied by a golden light. The blade cut through the air and made a sharp and harsh sound.

His attacks are swift and fierce, like thunder strikes, and their power cannot be underestimated.

Wei Minggu is holding a samurai sword, with the sword flashing, dancing like flowing clouds and flowing water, graceful and sharp.

His eyes shone with intelligence, as if he could understand every move of the other party.

The battle began, Xu Fu's Chang Ge cut through the air and went straight to Wei Minggu's throat.

Wei Minggu instantly jumped into the air, his body like a dancing swallow, easily dodging the fatal blow.

With one foot under his feet, he quickly approached Xu Fu like a cheetah. The samurai sword drew a silver-white arc and pierced the enemy's chest like lightning.

Xu Fu was not surprised at all. He relied on his excellent reflexes and skills to avoid the katana attack sideways, and at the same time hit Wei Minggu hard with his Chang Ge.

Wei Minggu dodged sideways, then spun around, turning the attack into a powerful horizontal slash.

Their weapons met with a deafening clang of metal and sparked sparks.

The battle is full of changes. The two warriors shuttle quickly in a small space, exchanging offense and defense. The speed and accuracy are staggering.

Xu Fu sometimes used Chang Ge's leverage effect to fend off Wei Minggu, and sometimes used rapid attacks to try to penetrate Wei Minggu's defense.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, used his flexible body skills and superb knife skills to constantly look for opportunities and try to find Xu Fu's flaws.

Their eyes shone with tenacious determination, and the battle became more intense.

Xu Fu's attacks became more fierce, while Wei Minggu became more calm.

Every move they made was full of power, as if they were going to defeat the opponent.

The battle between Xu Fu and Wei Minggu was like an epic confrontation, a shocking warrior showdown in the mountains and forests.

The clashing sound of the Changge and the katana echoed in the air, and the golden light and silver light intertwined into a dazzling brilliance.

Xu Fu launched a fierce attack, and Chang Ge drew a continuous arc, trying to suppress Wei Minggu.

Every attack he made carried great momentum, as if he was going to destroy everything around him.

However, Wei Minggu's skills were extraordinary. With his amazing reaction speed and superb swordsmanship, he neutralized every attack of Xu Fu and turned it into nothing.

Wei Minggu quickly dodged, avoiding Xu Fu's fierce Chang Ge, and then counterattacked quickly.

His katana is as nimble as a poisonous snake, and every swing carries a deadly threat.

In one moment, he transformed into a strong wind and approached Xu Fu instantly. His katana slashed through the air and stabbed Xu Fu in the chest.

Xu Fu barely dodged, but the blade still cut through his warrior uniform, leaving a bloody wound.

This seemed to inspire him to attack even more crazily.

He wielded his Chang Ge and launched continuous attacks, like a violent storm, coming overwhelmingly.

However, Wei Minggu still remained calm during this offensive. He used precise sword skills to deflect every attack and defuse Xu Fu's rage.

The rhythm of the battle became more and more intense, and the figures of the two people intertwined in the air and flashed rapidly.

Xu Fu's breathing became rapid, and he felt Wei Minggu's increasingly powerful counterattack.

Wei Minggu's eyes shone with determination, and he was determined to push this battle to the winning side.

Deep in this mountain forest, the battle between the two warriors was like a silent battle, full of the flavor of life and death.

Every attack they make is determined, and every dodge is full of wisdom.

This is a true samurai duel, a contest of strength, skill and wisdom.

In this battle, only the strong will survive, and both are determined to be that strong.

The battle lasted for a long time in the mountains and forests, and the contest between the two warriors became increasingly fierce.

Xu Fu's offensive became more and more fierce. Chang Ge drew a flame-like arc in the air, and every time he waved, it brought up howling wind.

His eyes flashed with determination and cruelty, as if he wanted to completely defeat Wei Minggu.

Wei Minggu responded calmly, sometimes leaping in the air, sometimes gliding quickly, and every movement was full of power and strength.

(End of this chapter)