From one person to nine to five

Chapter 319 Wei Mingliu (8)

Wei Minggu's eyes were determined, and he tried to launch a counterattack.

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

Xu Fu dodged and skillfully avoided the fatal blow, but the blade still cut through his skin and brought out a ray of blood.

Xu Fu fought back even more fiercely. He waved his Chang Ge and tried to cut off Wei Minggu's defense line.

Wei Minggu tried his best to resist, but his strength was close to the limit, and the weight of Chang Ge made him feel breathless.

However, under the pressure of life and death, his will remained firm.

Their battles became more intense, their moves unpredictable, and their speed almost impossible to catch.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge is like a whirlwind, and Wei Minggu's samurai sword is like lightning. The collision between the two sparks every time.

Their bodies danced to the rhythm of battle, and every dodge and every swing was accurate.

In this mountain forest, the smell of battle fills the air.

Their sweat and blood mixed together, dyeing the land a colorful color.

Every breath seemed heavy and rapid, but there was no flinching in their eyes.

Their will has long been integrated into the battle. This is not only a confrontation, but also a spiritual battle.

The battle between Xu Fu and Wei Minggu became more and more intense, as if they had transformed into wild beasts in the mountains, using their most primitive instincts to fight for territory.

There is a wonderful balance between their offense and defense, and every swing of their weapons contains the determination to destroy the world.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge streaked through the air, bringing up a golden light, like a meteor piercing the night sky.

Every attack he makes is like a thunderous explosion, making it difficult to resist.

Wei Minggu's samurai sword danced like a swimming dragon, agile and swift.

Every counterattack he made was accurate, and his thoughts and decisions were reflected on the edge of the sword.

Their figures intertwined, and their speed exceeded the limit of the naked eye.

Trees and rocks trembled around them, as if afraid of the power of the battle.

Every collision can cause earth and rocks to fly, creating a cloud of smoke and dust.

Xu Fu's long spear stabbed Wei Minggu's heart at a dizzying speed.

However, Wei Minggu showed extraordinary reaction speed at the critical moment of life and death. He blocked Xu Fu's fatal blow with his samurai sword.

The collision between the blade and Chang Ge made a sharp metal collision sound.

Wei Minggu relied on the force of the counter-shock to dodge Xu Fu's attack with a somersault. At the same time, his katana drew a line of silver light without pausing, aiming at Xu Fu's throat.

Xu Fu dodged the blow by turning sideways, but the blade cut through his robe, bringing out a stream of blood.

The battle between the two became intense.

Their attacks and defenses were swift and precise, as if they were performing a supreme martial arts feast.

Xu Fu's eyes showed determination, and he was determined to win and win honor for himself.

But Wei Minggu's eyes shone with tenacity. He was not willing to show weakness, nor was he willing to live up to his beliefs.

Every moment of the battle is a test, and every swing of the sword is a life-or-death decision.

Their breathing was rapid, sweat and blood mixed together, forming a unique atmosphere that permeated the mountains and forests.

This is a battle that transcends the limits of the body, a contest of will and wisdom, and the pursuit of the highest realm of warrior spirit by two heroic warriors.

As the battle progressed, the power of Xu Fu and Wei Minggu seemed to be integrated with the mountains and forests.

Every wave and step they made brought up a storm, causing the surrounding vegetation to tremble in the breath of battle.

Xu Fu's Changge danced in his hands, like a violent storm, swallowing up mountains and rivers.

Wei Minggu's samurai sword was swung in the air. Every time he swung the sword, it brought out a sword energy. The cold light on the blade flickered, as if it was going to chop everything in the world into pieces.

Their eyes were firm, and every time they looked at each other it was a spiritual battle.

In this battle of life and death, they have surpassed the limits of ordinary people and entered a realm that is the pinnacle of warriors.

Every attack they make contains their understanding of martial arts, and every dodge reveals their insight into the enemy.

This is a true battle of wits and courage, not just a physical battle, but also a mental duel.

In this mountain forest, their figures sometimes flicker and sometimes intertwine, forming an ultimate sense of beauty.

Their battle is like a superb dance, with every movement rhythmic.Every swing was accurate, and every dodge was smooth.

Their cooperation was perfect, as if they had already predicted all the other's moves.

Xu Fu suddenly changed his moves, and Chang Ge drew a perfect arc in the air, pointing directly at Wei Minggu's throat.

A trace of alertness flashed in Wei Minggu's eyes. He turned sideways to avoid the blow, but Xu Fu's Chang Ge scratched his shoulder, and blood immediately spattered out.

He growled lowly, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He knew that if he did not strengthen his counterattack, Xu Fu would be forced into a desperate situation.

Wei Minggu suddenly exerted his strength, and the katana danced, forming a sword shadow.

His speed was as fast as lightning, and each knife cut through the air, causing a roar.

Xu Fu was forced to retreat continuously, Chang Ge waved in his hand, trying to block this fierce attack.

The moves of the two are intertwined with each other, creating a magnificent picture.

At this moment, the battle entered its most intense state.

Their power was released in violent collisions, and each attack was enough to shake the mountains and forests, threatening the surrounding creatures with death.

Their fighting will is like two burning flames, lighting up the entire mountain forest and lighting up each other's path forward.

In this mountain forest, the battle between Xu Fu and Wei Minggu became a magnificent picture, an interpretation of the highest realm of warriors, and their defense of honor and faith.

The battle entered an extremely tense stage. Xu Fu and Wei Minggu's movements became more and more fierce, as if they were squeezing out the last drop of strength.

Their figures, illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun, were like two shooting stars, streaking across the sky, unstoppable.

Wei Minggu suddenly changed his moves, and his katana turned into a silver arc, piercing the sunset and bringing out countless sword lights.

Xu Fu was alert and escaped the fatal blow, but his robe sleeves had been torn, exposing his strong muscles.

Upon seeing this, Wei Minggu continued to pursue him. His samurai sword was like lightning, waving continuously, and the shadows of the swords overlapped, filling the surrounding space.

Xu Fu stayed calm in the face of danger. He used his body skills to flexibly avoid every attack.

He felt the cold air on the katana and knew that if he was hit, he would be seriously injured.

Determined to turn defense into offense, he waved his long sword in an attempt to break Wei Minggu's offensive.Chang Ge pierced the night sky and made a piercing whistle.

Wei Minggu dodged sideways, but Xu Fu's long attack never stopped, and the continuous attacks seemed to have no end.

Wei Minggu felt the tremendous pressure from Xu Fu. He knew that if he didn't fight back, Xu Fu would be forced into a desperate situation.

So, he resolutely decided to launch his stunt. As the katana danced, it turned into thousands of silver lights, forming a gorgeous sword rain.

The rain of swords, carrying a biting cold air, attacked Xu Fu intensively.

Faced with such a sharp offensive, Xu Fu did not dare to be careless at all. He concentrated all his attention on trying to find the flaws in the sword rain.

The sword rain was like rain, covering the entire mountain forest.Xu Fu shuttled through the rain of swords, nimbly dodging every silver light, and then launched a counterattack.

He swung his long sword and stabbed Wei Minggu in the heart, trying to kill him with one blow.

Wei Minggu felt the threat from the God of Death. He used his last strength to try to block Xu Fu's attack.

However, his body could no longer keep up with the speed of the swordsmanship, and Chang Ge stabbed him in the body.

With a muffled groan, Wei Minggu's body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

He climbed up with difficulty, the wounds on his body dripping with blood, but his eyes were still burning with unyielding fire.

Although Wei Minggu was injured, he still gritted his teeth and persisted. He knew that there was no way out now and he could only fight to the death.

And Xu Fu is also as stone-hearted, with a firm light shining in his eyes. He has tried his best and is determined to fight this battle to the end.

The battle broke out again, their moves became sharper, and each swing brought up a violent storm.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, exhausted his last strength, and waved his samurai sword, trying to force Xu Fu back.

But Xu Fu showed no sign of weakness. Chang Ge drew a golden light in his hand, which intertwined with Wei Minggu's samurai sword in the air, making a deafening metal collision sound.

Every attack they make is a fight to the death, and every dodge is a test of life and death.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge was wielded extremely calmly, and every attack was full of deterrence.Wei Minggu's physical strength was gradually exhausted, but his will remained firm.

He used up his last strength and launched his special skill. As the katana danced, it turned into thousands of silver lights, forming a gorgeous sword rain.

This was his last struggle and his final determination.

Xu Fu felt the sword energy from the samurai sword. He knew that this was Wei Minggu's last blow. If he was hit, it would be a fatal blow.

He concentrated all his attention and used his most proficient swordsmanship to try to find flaws in the sword rain.

The sword rain fell, and the mountain forest was suddenly filled with thick sword energy.

Xu Fu shuttled through the rain of swords, nimbly dodging every silver light, and then launched a counterattack.

He swung his long sword and stabbed Wei Minggu in the heart, trying to kill him with one blow.

Wei Minggu felt the threat from the God of Death. He used his last strength to try to block Xu Fu's attack.

However, his body could no longer keep up with the speed of the swordsmanship, and Chang Ge stabbed him in the body.

With a muffled groan, Wei Minggu's body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

Although every ray of silver light in the rain of swords stung his skin, he still climbed up tenaciously.

He knew that this battle was not over yet, and he had to continue fighting. For honor, for faith, and for everything on that land, he could not fall.

And Xu Fu did not stop. He knew victory was coming, but he could not take it lightly.

He waved his Chang Ge, rushed towards Wei Minggu again, and launched an even more violent attack.

The battle became more intense in the mountains and forests, and every confrontation between them made the surrounding air tremble, as if they were witnessing the birth of a legend.

This is an eternal battle, in which two brave warriors devote their all to themselves under the setting sun.

Their fighting will is like two immortal stars, shining with firm light.

The two brave warriors fought hard in the mountains and forests. Their moves became more and more fierce and their speed became more and more astonishing.

Xu Fu waved Chang Ge, and every attack made a sound that broke through the air, as if it was going to shatter the entire valley.

Wei Minggu used his samurai sword to turn into a streak of silver light. As he danced, the sword energy overflowed, condensing the surrounding air into a blade.

Their eyes were firm, and fighting had raised their perception to an extreme.

Xu Fu noticed the pattern of Wei Minggu's attacks. He began to avoid each blade in an orderly manner, and then quickly counterattacked.

Wei Minggu did not show any weakness and remained highly vigilant at all times, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.

The battle became more and more intense, and their moves were springing up like mushrooms after a spring rain.

Xu Fu suddenly turned sideways, dodged Wei Minggu's blow, and then counterattacked fiercely, stabbing Wei Minggu's chest with Chang Ge.

Wei Minggu managed to dodge, but his shoulder was still scratched by Chang Ge, causing blood to splash.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth. He knew that he had reached a critical moment of life and death and could no longer hesitate.

He used up his last strength and launched his stunt. His katana danced like the wind, and the shadow of the sword turned into dots of starlight, drawing a beautiful and deadly arc in the air. The silver light cut through the night sky like a shooting star.

Xu Fu felt the threat from Jian Yu, and he knew that this was Wei Minggu's last decisive battle technique.

He concentrated all his attention and used his best swordsmanship to try to find the flaw in the sword rain.

The rain of swords carried the aura of death, and the silver light seemed to freeze the entire forest.

At this life-and-death moment, Xu Fu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw the weakness in the sword rain.

He quickly waved his Chang Ge and stabbed at the source of the sword rain.

Wei Minggu also noticed Xu Fu's movements. He adjusted the trajectory of the sword rain without hesitation, trying to stop Xu Fu's attack.

The battle reached its peak, and the two figures intertwined in the rain of swords, and every collision triggered sparks.

Xu Fu's Changge and Wei Minggu's samurai sword collided without distinction, making a deafening metal collision sound.

At this critical moment, Xu Fu suddenly broke through Jian Yu's defense line with lightning speed, and Chang Ge stabbed Wei Minggu in the shoulder.

Wei Minggu let out a muffled groan, and his body suddenly fell to the ground.

His katana also flew out and landed on the ground in the distance.

His eyes flashed with reluctance and determination, but his body could no longer support him standing.

Xu Fu stood there, his chest rising and falling violently, and he also felt the weight of the battle.

However, in his eyes, there was a glimmer of victory, but at the next moment he felt a surge of power.

Xu Fu immediately backed away with his golden sword in hand, his eyes full of vigilance and vigilance, looking at the man in front of him who was still breathing but still did not choose to fall.

(End of this chapter)