From one person to nine to five

Chapter 313 Wei Mingliu (2)

Xu Fu's golden Chang Ge cut through the night sky like a shooting star, bringing up pieces of golden light.

His attack speed is so fast that it is almost difficult to catch. Chang Ge's blade is like the claws of an evil beast, and every swing carries the aura of destruction.

With his keen perception and superb sword skills, Wei Minggu tried his best to avoid every attack of Xu Fu while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Wei Minggu suddenly changed his moves, turned around, and avoided Xu Fu's Chang Ge offensive. Then he quickly approached, and the samurai sword drew a silver-white arc and went straight to Xu Fu's neck.

Xu Fu barely dodged, but was scratched by the blade, and a stream of blood flowed down his cheek.

His eyes became more fanatical, roaring angrily, and waved his Chang Ge again, intending to kill Wei Minggu completely.

Wei Minggu was as calm as water. He jumped into the air, dodged Xu Fu's attack, and then counterattacked quickly.

His katana drew an arc and accurately hit Xu Fu's arm, knocking Chang Ge away.

Xu Fu screamed in pain, Chang Ge fell to the ground, and his offensive was completely interrupted.

Wei Minggu showed no mercy and stabbed Xu Fu in the chest quickly and fiercely. His eyes were full of determination, and the sword was bound to be fatal.

The moment the blade touched Xu Fu's skin, a hint of cunning flashed in Xu Fu's eyes.

He suddenly jumped back, the blade passed by him, and a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand.

When Wei Minggu was caught off guard, Xu Fu struck back fiercely and pierced Wei Minggu's shoulder with his dagger.

Wei Minggu groaned, his body stiffened slightly, and Xu Fu took the opportunity to get out of Wei Minggu's attack range and jumped far away.

The two stood opposite each other, breathing heavily, and their eyes were filled with each other's murderous intent.

At this moment, they all understood that this battle was far from over, and life and death still hung in the balance.

In the depths of this mountain forest, the two warriors are preparing for the next round of more intense duel, risking their lives to fight to the death.

On Wei Minggu's shoulder, blood seeped out, making his warrior uniform red.

He lowered his head slightly, and a firm will flashed in his eyes, inspiring a stronger desire to fight.

At the same time, Xu Fu clenched the dagger in his hand, with a fierce light in his eyes. He knew that now was the chance to end all this.

The two people's eyes met, as if an electric current was surging in the air.

Wei Minggu pulled out the dagger forcefully, blood dripping down the blade and falling to the ground.

His posture remained upright, without any flinching.

Xu Fu was approaching step by step, his figure was like a tiger, fierce and powerful.

The battle broke out again, and the dagger cut through the air, making a harsh sound, and went straight to Wei Minggu's throat.

Wei Minggu quickly dodged and blocked Xu Fu's attack with his samurai sword.

His eyes flashed with wit, and the blade of the katana flicked left and right, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, sometimes attacked fiercely and sometimes defended solidly, forcing Wei Minggu to retreat.

Suddenly, Wei Minggu jumped hard into the air, avoiding Xu Fu's dagger attack, and swung the knife fiercely at the same time.

The sword flashed, and a silver arc cut through the night sky, piercing Xu Fu's heart.

Xu Fu tried his best to avoid it, but was still scratched by the blade, and a bloody streak extended from his chest.

The pain inspired Xu Fu to become even more crazy.

He roared and launched a fierce counterattack without mercy.

As the dagger danced, the blade drew arcs one after another. The speed was so fast that it was difficult to see clearly.

Wei Minggu tried his best to resist Xu Fu's attack, but his injuries worsened and his physical strength gradually declined.

Seeing the opportunity, Xu Fu launched a series of attacks, forcing Wei Minggu to retreat step by step.

Wei Minggu's samurai sword was almost knocked away. He dodged awkwardly, but was unable to withstand Xu Fu's fierce offensive.

In the end, Xu Fu's dagger stabbed Wei Minggu's shoulder. Wei Minggu roared in pain, his body collapsed and fell to the ground.

The joy of victory and exhaustion rushed into Xu Fu's heart.

He held the dagger tightly, breathing rapidly, and his eyes were full of victory.

In this life and death battle, he is the winner.

Wei Minggu was lying on the ground, his tortured body unable to support himself, and his eyes filled with endless regret and unwillingness.

He knew that the outcome of this battle was doomed to his failure and that he was doomed to sleep in this mountain forest.

The lingering sounds of the battle gradually dissipated, and the forest returned to tranquility.

Two warriors, one victorious and the other silent.

Their battle left a legend in this ancient mountain forest.

This is a cruel life and death struggle, but also a heroic struggle. The battle between the two is earth-shattering.

When the reverberations of the battle were still echoing in the valley, Wei Minggu still did not give up despite being seriously injured.

He struggled to his feet, blood seeping from the wound and staining his samurai uniform red.

His eyes were full of tenacious will, seeming to tell Xu Fu that even if he was seriously injured, he would not be easily defeated.

Xu Fu also understood that Wei Minggu was not an opponent who gave up easily.

He held the dagger tightly and stared at Wei Minggu warily, ready for the next round of impact at any time.

The atmosphere between the two became more tense, and the pressure of the battle seemed to tear the air apart.

Wei Minggu suddenly shouted loudly and pounced on Xu Fu like a tiger.

His speed was astonishing, and his injuries did nothing to slow down his offensive power.

Xu Fu was ready to greet him, his dagger flickering with cold light as he swung it towards Wei Minggu.

The weapons of the two collided in mid-air, making a harsh metallic sound.

The battle entered a fierce stage, and the two men's offense and defense were full of competition of wisdom and skill.

Wei Minggu's attacks became more cunning. He sometimes used his samurai sword to block Xu Fu's offensive, and sometimes quickly dodge to look for opportunities to counterattack.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, remained vigilant at all times and did not give Wei Minggu any opportunity to take advantage of him.

Wei Minggu's eyes flashed with wisdom, and he began to try to guide Xu Fu's attack and find flaws.

Xu Fu responded calmly and was not swayed by Wei Minggu's inducement.

He knew that now was a critical moment, and he might fall into Wei Minggu's trap if he was not careful.

Suddenly, Wei Minggu's figure swayed and quickly flashed behind Xu Fu.

He turned around suddenly, and the samurai sword sliced ​​through the air, hitting Xu Fu's carotid artery.

Xu Fu's intuition allowed him to avoid the fatal blow in time, but a bone-deep wound was opened on his shoulder, and severe pain came from it.

Xu Fu gritted his teeth, knowing that he would be forced into a desperate situation if he continued like this.

He fought back violently and stabbed Wei Minggu in the abdomen with the dagger.Wei Minggu tried his best to avoid it, but was still scratched by the tip of the knife, and blood spurted out.

At this moment, both of them used their last strength to launch the most violent attack.

The fighting scene almost exceeded the limits of human beings. The figures of the two warriors flashed rapidly like a storm, and countless attacks and evasions unfolded in an instant.

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

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.

In the depths of the mountain forest, the battle between the two warriors is like a silent symphony, interpreting a magnificent picture of life, death and glory.

Following Xu Fu's movements, the golden Changge appeared in his hand again.

Chang Ge cut through the night sky, bringing up golden light, like a divine soldier descending from the sky.

At this moment, Xu Fu's eyes flashed with determination, and he had decided to use his most powerful weapon to end this battle.

Wei Minggu looked at the katana in his hand, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

He knew that this was the last chance and the only chance.

He gripped the katana tightly, preparing to meet Xu Fu's attack.

The battle broke out again, the two figures quickly shuttled through the mountain forest, and the collision of the golden Changge and the silver samurai sword made a deafening metallic sound.

Xu Fu's attacks became more and more fierce, and Chang Ge made a whistling sound as he danced, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

Wei Minggu used superb swordsmanship to resolve every attack, sometimes avoiding sideways, sometimes using his samurai sword to ward off.

Wei Minggu suddenly stepped up his offensive. His katana turned into a silver whirlwind, and the blade flashed, stabbing Xu Fu like lightning.

Xu Fu remained calm and calm, and while dancing with Chang Ge, he defused this violent attack.

Then, he launched a counterattack with Chang Ge and stabbed Wei Minggu in the heart.

Wei Minggu managed to dodge, but Chang Ge scratched the samurai uniform on his chest, and blood immediately poured out.

He gritted his teeth and held on, swinging his samurai sword, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.

Xu Fu calmly defused every attack, and then launched a fierce counterattack with Chang Ge, forcing Wei Minggu to retreat.

Wei Minggu's face showed determination. He knew that he had reached a critical moment of life and death.

He risked his life and danced his samurai sword more fiercely, trying to resist Xu Fu's offensive.

However, Xu Fu's Chang Ge descended like a divine weapon. Every time he waved it, it brought up a storm-like wind, which Wei Minggu could not completely withstand.

Xu Fu's attacks became more and more fierce, and his power seemed to be endless. Chang Ge cut through the air and made a sharp scream.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and kept blocking Xu Fu's attacks, but his physical strength had reached its limit.

Seeing the opportunity, Xu Fu used all his strength to stab Wei Minggu in the chest with his long spear.

The battle between the two warriors entered a fierce stage.Xu Fu wielded the Golden Changge, and his attack was as sharp as thunder, and each wave brought a storm-like momentum.

Wei Minggu relied on his agility and superb samurai sword skills to skillfully dodge Xu Fu's attacks, sometimes counterattacking and sometimes dodging.

In the depths of this mountain forest, the figures of the two people were intertwined. The golden sword and the silver samurai sword collided in the air, making a metallic collision sound.

Every move they make is full of power and speed, and every attack is accurate, as if they predict the opponent's next move.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge cut through the night sky, and his fierce momentum made the surrounding trees seem to be applauding him.

His attacks were like a tiger descending from a mountain, each swing was accompanied by a roar, extremely fast and fierce.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, used surprise to win, sometimes transforming into a strong wind, sometimes like a spirit fox, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws one by one.

Wei Minggu suddenly jumped up, avoided Xu Fu's long sword, and then quickly approached.

His katana danced, cutting through the air, like a silver lightning bolt, piercing Xu Fu's chest.

Xu Fu managed to avoid it, but his chest was cut by the blade, and a stream of blood flowed down his chest.

The pain inspired Xu Fu to attack more violently.He roared angrily, waved his long sword, and launched a series of attacks, like a violent storm, coming overwhelmingly.

However, Wei Minggu still responded calmly, using his samurai sword to deflect every attack while trying to find opportunities to counterattack.

Wei Minggu suddenly changed his moves, turned around, and avoided Xu Fu's Chang Ge offensive, and then quickly approached.

His katana drew a silver arc and went straight to Xu Fu's face.

Xu Fu barely dodged, but was scratched by the blade, leaving a bloody wound.

A trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he waved Chang Ge again, trying to resist Wei Minggu's attack.

The battle became 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.

The continued fighting made the entire mountain forest seem to boil. The fighting between the warriors was like a thrilling dance, with every sword carrying the pressure of life and death.

In this brutal battle, the strength, speed and skill of the two warriors were displayed to the extreme. They are the top beings in the mountains and forests.

The battle between the two warriors entered a new climax.

Between their offense and defense, wisdom and strength are intertwined, and every swing contains their ultimate skills.

The collision between the golden Changge and the silver samurai sword produced a harsh metallic sound that echoed endlessly in the silence of the night.

Xu Fu's offensive became more fierce. His figure drew a golden light in the air, and every time he waved his Chang Ge, it brought out a storm of power.

His eyes were sharp, searching for Wei Minggu's flaws with all his concentration, trying to defeat him completely.

Wei Minggu remained calm, his eyes flashed with determination, and every time he waved the katana, he was full of threats.

Wei Minggu suddenly stepped up his offensive, and his katana danced even faster, with every swing carrying a fatal threat.

He tried to find Xu Fu's flaw and killed him with one blow.

Xu Fu used Chang Ge to neutralize every attack, and every counterattack was accurate, forcing Wei Minggu to retreat.

Suddenly, Wei Minggu's figure swayed, and he turned into a silver whirlwind and quickly flashed behind Xu Fu.

Xu Fu's intuition made him turn around in time and wave his Chang Ge to block the fatal blow.

Their weapons clashed in the air with sparks of light.

At this moment, the two people's eyes met, as if in this silent gaze, they conveyed endless fighting spirit.

As the battle progressed, the breaths of the two became more and more urgent, and each swing consumed a huge amount of their physical strength.

However, they still persisted, determined to fight this battle to the end.

Xu Fu blocked Wei Minggu's offensive with Chang Ge, and then launched a fierce counterattack.

His long sword cut through the night sky, bringing up the strong wind, and went straight to the heart of Weiming Valley.

(End of this chapter)