From one person to nine to five

Chapter 318 Wei Mingliu (7)

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and felt the severe pain in his body, but his eyes still shone with determination.

He knew that this battle had reached a critical moment, and victory or failure would be determined by the decision at this moment.

The two people's eyes met in the air, as if there was a tacit understanding, and they both understood that this was the final decisive battle.

They clashed again, trying their best to put everything on this one blow.

Although Wei Minggu was seriously injured, his perseverance is admirable.

While rolling, he drew his arrows and nocked his bow, preparing to fight against Xu Fu's attack.The arrow came out from the string at a fast speed, aiming at Xu Fu's vital part.

Xu Fu sensed the threat of arrows coming from Weiming Valley, and he quickly waved his Chang Ge in an attempt to intercept the arrows with weapons.

The arrows clashed with Ge, making a harsh metal collision. Several arrows were deflected, but one arrow successfully penetrated Xu Fu's defense and hit his shoulder.

Xu Fu groaned, feeling severe pain, but did not stop attacking.

He was determined not to let Wei Minggu have a chance to breathe, and continued to swing his Chang Ge, approaching the injured opponent.

Wei Minggu was not willing to be outdone. Although his body was no longer in control, he still stood firm and tried his best to avoid Xu Fu's attack.

The battle between swords and arrows took place in the mountains and forests, and a life-and-death duel entered a fierce stage.

Wei Minggu understood that if this battle was not ended as soon as possible, his life would not be saved.

He mobilized his last strength and aimed at Xu Fu's vital point as accurately as possible, hoping to hit it with one arrow.

Xu Fu did not show weakness. He was always vigilant, trying to find Wei Minggu's flaws.

In the fierce battle, Xu Fu danced the golden sword, each sword carrying earth-shaking power.

His body was vigorous and he pressed forward step by step, trying to find an opportunity in Wei Minggu's exhaustion.

His eyes shone with a sharp light, seemingly ruthless, but actually concealed an unfathomable wisdom.

Although Wei Minggu's physical strength was close to the limit, he still stubbornly resisted Xu Fu's attack.

As his katana danced, it turned into a blur of sword shadow, catching every swing of the golden Changge.

There was determination in his eyes, as if telling Xu Fu that he would never give up easily.

The atmosphere of the battle became increasingly tense, and the mountains and forests were filled with the sound of swords clashing.

Xu Fu constantly changed the angle and intensity of his attacks, trying to break through Wei Minggu's defense.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, seized every opening and tried to fight back, looking for Xu Fu's flaws.

Their strength is equal, and every collision sparks.

The interlacing of the golden Changge and the silver samurai sword outlines a magnificent battle scene.

The trees trembled under the impact of the battle, as if they felt the powerful force between the two strong men.

Xu Fu's heartbeat accelerated, and he knew that this battle would determine the fate of the two of them.

He did not dare to be careless in the slightest, and remained vigilant at all times, concentrating on responding to every attack from Wei Minggu.

While Wei Minggu was using his last bit of strength, he continued to stare at his opponent with firm eyes, unwilling to give up his last hope.

Wei Minggu managed to pull some distance away, breathing heavily. He knew he needed time to accumulate strength.

He quickly drew the bow and used all his strength to draw the bow string, his eyes locked on Xu Fu.

Every second seemed long, but he knew this arrow would be his last chance.

Xu Fu was also waiting. He knew that Wei Minggu was preparing a powerful shot.

He held up his golden sword vigilantly, trying to block the incoming arrows.

The atmosphere in the mountain forest is tense and on the verge of breaking out.

Finally, Wei Minggu's body tensed up again, the bow string reached its maximum charge, and his heartbeat seemed to be beating with the rhythm of the arrows.

He gathered all his strength and will, then let go of the bowstring, and an arrow shot towards Xu Fu quickly like an arrow off the string.

The arrows roared in the air, carrying destructive power, and accurately aimed at Xu Fu's vitals.

Xu Fu also reacted quickly. He waved his golden sword, trying to change the trajectory of the arrow as much as possible.

However, the speed and power of the arrow were too great for Xu Fu to completely block. The arrow penetrated his shoulder and shot in together with fragments of the golden Changge.

Xu Fu groaned and swayed, but he still stood there with firm eyes.He knew he was seriously injured too, but that didn't make him give up.

In the atmosphere of the battle, Xu Fu felt the severe pain in his body, but his eyes still shone with perseverance.

He knew that he could not let pain affect his judgment and actions, because any moment of slackness could lead to fatal mistakes.

He held the golden Changge tightly and faced Wei Minggu's new attack.

Wei Minggu did not dare to be careless. Although his body had already reached its limit, his will was still firm.

He knew that he could no longer delay time and must use all his strength, otherwise he would be forced into a desperate situation by Xu Fu.

He concentrated his mind and set up his bow to shoot again. This time he chose a more precise angle, hoping to find Xu Fu's flaw.

The arrow left the string at a speed that was hard to catch, and headed straight for Xu Fu's heart.

Xu Fu had quick eyes and quick hands, and he swung his golden sword in an attempt to knock down the arrow.

However, Wei Minggu's archery skills were superb, and the arrow avoided Xu Fu's attack and accurately hit his arm.

Xu Fu took a breath and felt severe pain, but his will was stronger.

He knew he couldn't stop now and could only launch a more active counterattack.

He danced the golden long sword and made his attack more fierce, trying to force Wei Minggu into a desperate situation.

Wei Minggu felt the pressure from Xu Fu, and he knew he could no longer retreat.

He jumped suddenly to avoid Xu Fu's Chang Ge, and then stabbed Xu Fu violently in the abdomen with his samurai sword.

Xu Fu ducked sideways, but the blade still drew a bloody mark on his abdomen.

At this time, a fierce look flashed in Xu Fu's eyes.He knew that he could not delay any longer and must give a fatal blow, otherwise Wei Minggu's persistence would put him in danger.

He used all his strength, swung the golden spear, aimed at Wei Minggu's neck, and launched a fatal blow.

Wei Minggu felt that his life was in danger, and he tried to avoid it at all costs. However, Xu Fu's attack followed him like a shadow, and there was almost no flaw to be found.

Finally, after a brief hesitation, Xu Fu's Chang Ge stabbed Wei Minggu's shoulder, and blood spurted out.

Wei Minggu groaned, his body swaying unsteadily, but his eyes remained firm.

He knew he had reached the edge of his life, but he did not give up.

He drew out the last arrow and used all his remaining strength to shoot the arrow into Xu Fu's chest.

Xu Fu sensed the threat of the arrow and tried to avoid it, but it was already too late.

The arrow hit his chest, causing severe pain and he felt that his life was gradually passing away.In the fierce battle between the two warriors, severe pain and tenacity were intertwined. Their figures were intertwined, and each step was startling.

The eyes of Wei Minggu and Xu Fu were full of determination, and each was fighting for their own beliefs and honor.

Their bodies sometimes rolled and sometimes moved during the battle, and their sweat and blood intertwined, forming a picture of blood and fire.Wei Minggu's breathing was rapid and heavy, and he seemed to be out of breath every time.

His muscles ached and his body could barely hold on.

But there was an unyielding light in his eyes, and he tried his best and refused to fall.

He concentrated his energy, and although his body was exhausted, his bow and arrows were still accurate, and every arrow carried the determination of life and death.

Xu Fu was not to be outdone. Although he was hit by arrows, he still stood tall.

His breathing was a little rapid, and the wound on his shoulder was bleeding profusely, but his eyes were sharper.

He knew that now was the time. If the battle was not ended, both sides would be extremely weak.

Xu Fu used up his last strength, waved the golden Changge, and launched the final offensive.

Every time he swung his sword, he brought up a strong wind, and the vegetation in the mountains and forests trembled under his momentum.

He was determined to use his last strength to give Wei Minggu a fatal blow.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wei Minggu managed to avoid Xu Fu's fatal attack.

He realized that he could no longer fight back, but his hand still held the bow tightly. Although it was shaking, he would not give up.

He tried to draw the bowstring again, but his willpower drove him and kept going, even though his fingers were numb.

The battle entered the most critical moment, and the life-and-death struggle between Wei Minggu and Xu Fu reached its peak in this mountain forest.

Every move they made was exhausting the last drop of energy, and their eyes were full of persistence.

This is not only a physical battle, but also a battle of will and belief. Wei Minggu and Xu Fu's bodies have reached their limits, but their fighting spirit remains firm.

Their breathing was rapid, and every movement seemed to consume the last of their strength.

Wei Minggu used his last breath of strength to draw the bowstring and shot the last arrow.

The arrow shot at Xu Fu at an alarming speed, carrying all his hope and determination.

Xu Fu gritted his teeth and tried his best to avoid it, but the arrow still scratched his arm, bringing out a trail of blood.

He felt the pain, but he was not knocked down.He decided to use his last strength to launch a final offensive.

Wielding the golden long sword, he rushed towards Wei Minggu, his eyes shining with unyielding light.

Although Wei Minggu was exhausted, he still tried hard to resist and blocked Xu Fu's attack with his samurai sword.The weapons of the two collided, making a sharp metal collision sound.

In this life-and-death battle, the two men were equally matched in strength, and there was no way they could use any back-up tactics.

The intertwining of their powers seemed to set off a storm in this mountain forest.

Xu Fu's eyes revealed determination, and he knew there would be no second chance.

Wei Minggu devoted himself to the battle. Although his physical strength was almost exhausted, he still tried his best.

Their movements became more and more fierce, and every swing carried destructive power.

The surrounding trees trembled in the breath of battle, as if responding to this magnificent contest.

At the last moment, the figures of Xu Fu and Wei Minggu intertwined like ghosts.

Their moves became more and more violent, and their speed exceeded the limits of human beings.

The collision sounds of the golden Changge and the silver samurai swords came one after another, like a symphony of iron and stone collisions.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge cut through the air, bringing up a golden light, like thunder breaking through the sky, deafening.

As Wei Minggu's samurai sword danced, the sword energy was everywhere, and every swing was accompanied by the sound of howling wind.

The two people's moves were intertwined with each other, extremely fast and fierce, and the scene was extremely intense.

Their eyes were full of determination, and there was no possibility of retreating.

This is no longer a purely physical confrontation, but a spiritual battle.

Every move they make contains their beliefs, and they are fighting for their mission and responsibility.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge suddenly changed his moves. He swung it at an extremely clever angle, trying to find Wei Minggu's flaw.

Although Wei Minggu was exhausted, his reaction was still sharp. He dodged Xu Fu's attack in time, and then struck back with his blade.

The rhythm of the battle becomes more and more intense, and every moment is full of unpredictable variables.

Their movements are so fast that they are almost invisible to the naked eye, as if they are performing an exquisite dance.

Their breaths intertwined, creating a strong atmosphere that made the surrounding air seem to solidify.

In this battle, they have forgotten time and everything around them, leaving only their full concentration on the battle.

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

Their battle is no longer a simple battle of martial arts, but a battle of wits and courage, a competition that perfectly combines mental and physical abilities.

The battle was still going on, and their figures looked even more intense and spectacular under the sunset.

Their moves follow each other like shadows, sometimes entwining and sometimes separating. Every collision will cause a harsh metal collision sound.

The surrounding mountains and forests trembled in the atmosphere of battle, as if they were witnessing a great duel.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge was swung with lightning speed, and every attack carried overwhelming power.

Although his movements were calm, they contained rapid attack power.

When Wei Minggu's samurai sword danced, it was like a silver snake, flexible and fierce.

Although his swordsmanship is quick, every cut is accurate, and the blade contains fatal power.

Their eyes were firm, they no longer needed words, and the tacit understanding between them made them even more tacit.

In this battle, they are not only fighting for victory, but also verifying their beliefs and cultivation among each other.

Every swing is a sign of respect for the warrior's way, and every dodge is an acknowledgment of the opponent's strength.

Under the reflection of the setting sun, their figures look like two gods of war, showing an otherworldly temperament.

The battle bathed them in sweat, but it also made their souls clearer.

They feel the collision of forces between each other. This is not only a physical battle, but also a spiritual battle.

The battle has reached a critical point, and every cut and every sword may determine the outcome.

Their breathing became rapid, but the determination in their eyes became more and more obvious.

Every move by Xu Fu and Wei Minggu is full of strength and wisdom.

Xu Fu's Changge drew a golden arc in the air, whistling towards Weiming Valley.

Wei Minggu gathered all his strength and blocked Xu Fu's attack with his samurai sword.

The golden Changge and the silver katana intertwined, making a harsh metal collision sound that shook the surrounding air.

(End of this chapter)