From one person to nine to five

Chapter 316 Wei Mingliu (5)

Suddenly, Wei Minggu launched a unique move. His samurai sword danced into a curtain of swords, trying to trap Xu Fu in it.

However, Xu Fu was already prepared. He nimbly dodged and then struck back with a backhand.

Chang Ge cut through the night sky with a whistling sound, pointing directly at Wei Minggu's chest.

Wei Minggu tried his best to dodge, but was still brushed by Chang Ge, leaving a bloody wound.

He gritted his teeth, and there was a fierce look in his eyes, as if he was irritated.

Wei Minggu's attacks became more violent. His steps were extremely flexible, sometimes sweeping high and sometimes slashing low, trying to break Xu Fu's defense.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, remained calm and composed. His Chang Ge danced in the air, forming a solid line of defense that blocked all attacks from his opponents.

Xu Fu concentrated his attention, his eyes showing determination and calmness.

Every fierce attack by Wei Minggu was skillfully resolved by him, and Chang Ge danced like an indestructible wall.

Wei Minggu kept trying to find opportunities, but Xu Fu's defense was always solid.

As the battle progressed, Xu Fu began to gradually notice the pattern of Wei Minggu's attacks.

He began to discern his opponent's movements and predict his next move.

This allows him to dodge Wei Minggu's attacks more accurately and find the opportunity to counterattack.

Suddenly, Wei Minggu used a unique move. His figure quickly rotated, and the samurai sword drew a lightning-like arc and struck Xu Fu's head.

Xu Fu reacted instantly. He blocked the blow with Chang Ge and made a muffled sound.

The distance between the two people instantly shortened, and they fell into a white-hot fight.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge drew light trails in the air, like lightning.

Wei Minggu rushed towards Xu Fu like a strong wind, trying to find a breakthrough.

His eyes were full of determination and determination, as if he was determined to win.

The battle entered a fierce stage, and every collision triggered a harsh metal collision.

The crowd watching the battle held their breath. They could see that this was not just an ordinary battle, but a life and death duel.

Xu Fu's whole body exuded a firm fighting spirit, and his eyes were deep and calm, as if everything was under his control.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, exudes a fanatical desire to fight, and every attack he makes carries the aura of destroying everything.

In the fierce duel, Xu Fu gradually gained the upper hand.

When his Chang Ge dances, he is as flexible as a swimming dragon, sometimes sweeping swiftly and fiercely, sometimes cunningly probing.

Wei Minggu gradually showed signs of fatigue, and his attacks gradually became slower and less powerful.

Finally, in a sharp attack, Xu Fu seized the opportunity.

He hit Wei Minggu's samurai sword hard with his Chang Ge, making a metallic clang sound.

Wei Minggu suddenly felt a powerful force coming from him. His arm went numb and his samurai sword flew away.

Xu Fu saw the right opportunity and rushed forward, pointing his Chang Ge directly at Wei Minggu's throat.

Wei Minggu's expression changed drastically. He tried his best to resist, but he had no choice but to resist.

However, in the face of Xu Fu's powerful power, he was unable to resist.

Chang Ge pierced Wei Minggu's throat and made a sharp piercing sound.The figures of Xu Fu and Wei Minggu intersect.

The moves of the two became more and more sharp, and the light and shadow of swords intertwined into a spectacular picture.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge drew beautiful arcs in the air, and each strike carried unstoppable momentum.

Wei Minggu transformed into a strong wind, and the sound of howling wind was brought out when he waved his samurai sword, which was astonishingly powerful.

Wei Minggu's brows furrowed as he calmly analyzed Xu Fu's attack methods, trying to find flaws.

At the same time, Xu Fu was constantly observing Wei Minggu's movements, trying to find opportunities to break through the opponent's defense.

There was a sharp light in their eyes, and their tacit understanding of tactics made the entire battlefield extremely intense.

The battle entered a stalemate, and both of them fell into a state of extreme tension.

Every move they make is extremely threatening, as if every move can change the situation of the battle.

The crowd watching the game was all amazed by the duel between the two top players, and the atmosphere on the court solidified into an invisible pressure.

Wei Minggu suddenly changed his attack rhythm, his figure suddenly accelerated, and his samurai sword danced more fiercely.

He tried to break Xu Fu's defense with rapid continuous attacks.

Xu Fu steadied his body and skillfully blocked most of the attacks with Chang Ge, but he was still hit by one of them, and blood immediately spattered.

Seeing Xu Fu's injury, Wei Minggu's eyes flashed with pride.

However, Xu Fu did not lose his fighting spirit because of this, but became more ferocious.

His eyes revealed firm determination, and the Changge made a harsh sound as it danced.

He was determined to respond with a more powerful attack in an attempt to turn the tide of the battle.

On the battlefield, the momentum of the two men continued to rise, as if they wanted to involve the entire world in their battle.

Every collision between them sparked dazzling sparks, and the battle became more intense.

The figures of Xu Fu and Wei Minggu intersect in the night, and their swords and swords outline a spectacular picture.

Xu Fu's Changge drew a silver-white arc in the air, like a smart silver snake, attacking Weiming Valley mercilessly.

Wei Minggu's samurai sword danced like a gust of wind, with each swing bringing a harsh sound of wind.

The attack and defense between the two were sometimes as fierce as thunder, and sometimes as gentle as the breeze blowing across their faces.

Wei Minggu suddenly turned into a whirlwind and rushed towards Xu Fu quickly.

His katana drew a bright arc and went straight to Xu Fu's throat.

Xu Fu responded calmly, and Chang Ge turned into an iron wall, blocking all Wei Minggu's attacks.

He counterattacked, and Chang Ge turned into a silver light, pointing directly at Wei Minggu's heart.

Wei Minggu hurriedly dodged, his body tumbling in the air, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

However, Xu Fu did not give him a chance to breathe. His attacks continued and seemed to be endless.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly changed his moves and kicked Xu Fu in the face with a tornado kick.

Xu Fu dodged sideways, but Wei Minggu did not stop. His samurai sword made a whistling sound and slashed towards Xu Fu's waist.

Xu Fu hurriedly raised his Chang Ge and managed to block the blow, but the huge force still made him take several steps back.

The battle between the two has entered a fierce stage, and every confrontation can spark sparks.

Their figures flew across the battlefield so fast that it was difficult to catch them.

Sometimes Xu Fu is like flowing clouds and flowing water, light and sharp, while Weiming Valley is like a violent storm, sharp and fast.

Wei Minggu transformed into a sword shadow, and his attacks continued, trying to force Xu Fu into a desperate situation.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, responded calmly, dancing gracefully on the battlefield like a dancer with his Chang Ge.

His eyes shone with intelligence, constantly looking for Wei Minggu's flaws.The battle continued, the two figures rolled under the night, and their breathing gradually became rapid.

The battlefield was filled with strong sword energy, and the moves of the two warriors became sharper, and every attack was fatal.

Under this dark night, the battle between the two warriors became more and more intense. Their power seemed to have no limit, and they went all out with every move.

The battle reached a stalemate, with both warriors lost in thought.

Wei Minggu frowned slightly. He was looking for opportunities, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, stood quietly, leaning forward slightly, waiting for the opponent's attack.

Suddenly, Wei Minggu's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning.

He suddenly took a short side step to distract Xu Fu, then quickly swung his samurai sword and stabbed Xu Fu in the abdomen.

Xu Fu reacted immediately, but Wei Minggu's attack speed was too fast. He only had time to barely dodge, but his shoulder was still scratched.

Xu Fu gritted his teeth and felt the stinging pain.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he knew that he could no longer be passively beaten.

He launched a counterattack without hesitation, and the dance of the Changge brought with it the sound of howling wind, straight to Wei Minggu's throat.

When Wei Minggu saw Xu Fu's determination, his heart trembled, and he showed no weakness and stood up to fight.

The weapons of the two collided in the air, making a metallic clang sound.

Their eyes were full of fighting spirit, and they all knew the importance of this blow.

The battle entered a fierce state, and the two men's moves became more and more fierce.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge drew light tracks in the air, like lightning, and Wei Minggu's katana also turned into a phantom, appearing in every corner instantly.

Their attacks were so fast that it was almost difficult for onlookers to distinguish them.

In this highly tense state, the two people's intuition and reactions were fully utilized.

They dodge and attack flexibly in a small space, and every move they make is accurate.

The people watching the battle were all amazed by their superb skills. This battle was simply the highest level of martial arts.

Time seemed to have frozen, and there were only two fast-moving figures and the shadow of swords on the battlefield.

The battle is like a blaze of fire, and the showdown between the two samurai is filled with subtle yet crucial details.

Their breathing was completely synchronized, and every move happened with subtle timing.

Under the lights on the battlefield, their sweat fell to the ground, reflecting the shining blades and long swords.

Xu Fu's Changge intersected with Wei Minggu's samurai sword, making a sharp metal collision sound.

The power of the two converges, making it fascinating to watch the battle between them.

Xu Fu's Changge is calm and tough, and Wei Minggu's samurai sword is flexible and sharp.

Their moves are like a virtuosic dance, each step a carefully choreographed attack and defense.

Wei Minggu suddenly launched a low chop, his samurai sword cut through the air and slashed towards Xu Fu's legs.

Xu Fu jumped up quickly, and Chang Ge drew an arc in the air to counter Wei Minggu's downward slash.

The weapons of the two collided and sparks flew, but no one was substantially injured.

Then, Wei Minggu attacked one after another, and his sword skills were unpredictable, trying to confuse Xu Fu's sight.

Xu Fu remained calm, swinging his Chang Ge back and forth to neutralize every attack.

His eyes were fixed on Wei Minggu, trying to find the opponent's flaws.

Suddenly, Xu Fu turned around quickly and struck straight to Wei Minggu's heart with a precise sideways stab.

Wei Minggu tried his best to resist, but the blade was already close to his chest. A shallow scratch appeared on his skin, and blood gushed out quickly.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and his attacks became more violent.

He transformed into a strong wind and launched a series of rapid attacks on Xu Fu, trying to break the opponent's defense.

But Xu Fu did not show weakness. His Chang Ge danced in the air, forming a solid line of defense that blocked all Wei Minggu's attacks.

The battle entered a critical state, and the gap between the two became insignificant.

Wei Minggu suddenly changed his moves. His figure rotated like a strong wind, and the samurai sword drew a beautiful arc, trying to bypass Xu Fu's defense and go straight to his back.

Xu Fu sensed danger, turned his body instantly, and used Chang Ge to resist Wei Minggu's attack.

However, Wei Minggu did not stop. His body shape changed again, and he launched a quick kick, aiming at Xu Fu's knees.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xu Fu quickly moved his body and luckily escaped the fatal blow, but his long arm was kicked out by Wei Minggu's leg.

A trace of pride flashed in Wei Minggu's eyes. He took advantage of this momentary opportunity to rush forward and hit Xu Fu's face with his fist like a cannonball.

Xu Fu reacted very quickly. He ducked sideways and hit Wei Minggu hard on the back with his elbow.

Wei Minggu groaned, but did not stop his offensive.

He quickly turned around and kicked Xu Fu in the chest with his legs. Xu Fu was unable to dodge and was kicked several steps away and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Xu Fu felt a sharp pain, but he was not knocked down.

He endured the pain and quickly stood up, holding Chang Ge tightly with both hands, a determined light flashing in his eyes.

Wei Minggu sneered. He saw that Xu Fu was already struggling, so he increased the intensity of his attack.

As he swung his samurai sword, the sword glowed like a bright star, slashing towards Xu Fu in an instant.

Xu Fu advanced instead of retreating, stepped forward, and withstood Wei Minggu's attack with Chang Ge.

The strength of the two people clashed, and earth and rocks flew on the battlefield, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Their eyes were full of determination, and they knew that now was the critical moment for victory or defeat.

Xu Fu suddenly changed his moves, his body twisted like a whirlwind, and Chang Ge struck Wei Minggu's waist with a harsh whistle.

Wei Minggu tried his best to dodge, but was still brushed by Chang Ge, leaving a trace of blood.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, knowing that he was already at a disadvantage.

He let out a roar, brandished his katana, and launched a final frenzied attack.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, was as stable as a mountain, with a cold light in his eyes. He knew that now was the time.

The attack and defense between the two reached a climax, with swords clashing and sparks flying.

In this life-and-death battle, every move they made showed incomparable sophistication and power.

Xu Fu felt the limits of his body and knew it was time.

He took a deep breath, his eyes shining with determination.

Suddenly, he stretched out a palm and made a slight move.

At that moment, Chang Ge's trajectory froze in the air, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Wei Minggu also felt something strange. His attack stalled slightly and was almost broken by Xu Fu's move.

(End of this chapter)