From one person to nine to five

Chapter 320 Wei Mingliu (9)

A trace of determination flashed in Wei Minggu's eyes. He gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up.

Xu Fu looked at him, with a surge of respect in his heart. He did not choose to take advantage of the situation, but waited for Wei Minggu's decision.

Wei Minggu struggled to stand up, his eyes revealing unyielding will.

He raised his head and looked directly at Xu Fu, as if declaring war on him.

The two people's eyes met in the air, like thunder, silently conveying challenge and respect.

The battle broke out again, Wei Minggu let out a low roar, and his whole body exuded a powerful aura.

Undaunted, he brandished his remaining katana and launched the final attack.

Xu Fu stepped forward, Chang Ge danced, turned into a golden light, and collided with Wei Minggu's samurai sword.

Sword energy and sword light burst out in the air, sparking sparks all over the sky.

The two men's moves were entangled with each other, and the battle became more intense.

Wei Minggu's offensive was like a violent storm, fast and sharp.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, is as calm as a mountain, and every swing is accurate and powerful.

In this life-and-death battle, every move they make is full of determination and persistence.

Xu Fu tried to find Wei Minggu's flaws, while Wei Minggu tried hard to find opportunities to counterattack.

The battle became increasingly stalemate, as if time had frozen at this moment.

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

His body swayed, and he quickly dodged Xu Fu's attack, and then suddenly exerted force and stabbed Xu Fu's chest with the tip of his sword.

Xu Fu frowned and turned sideways to avoid the fatal blow, but the blade scratched his abdomen, leaving a bloody mark.

Xu Fu gritted his teeth, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and his Chang Ge turned into a golden light and stabbed Wei Minggu's neck.

Wei Minggu endured the severe pain and dodged sideways, but his shoulder was still scratched by Chang Ge, and blood spattered.

Both of their bodies were scarred by the battle, but their eyes still shone with tenacity.

They know that this is the last moment and the winner will be announced at this moment.

The moves of the two became more and more fierce, and their speed became more and more astonishing.

Wei Minggu brandished his samurai sword, trying to find an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

Xu Fu transformed into the God of War, wielding his Chang Ge, trying to completely defeat Wei Minggu.

In the mountains and forests, their figures intertwined, as if two strong winds met in the air, setting off thousands of huge waves.

The sounds of battle echoed in the mountains, seeming to tell the legend of the two warriors.

Life or death has nothing to do with victory or defeat. At this moment, they are just fighting for the faith in their hearts, for the dignity of being warriors, and for the glory of that land.

This is a true heroic showdown, with two top fighters pushing each other's limits to the extreme at this moment.

Their fighting will was like two meteors, piercing the sky and lighting up the mountain forest.

The battle became more and more intense, and the swords and shadows intertwined, reflecting the entire valley like daylight.

At this critical moment of life and death, their power seemed to increase endlessly.

Wei Minggu's samurai sword flashed with cold light, and every time he swung it, there was a harsh sound of wind.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge is like a magic weapon, and every thrust is accurate.

Suddenly, Xu Fu waved his Chang Ge and let out a thunderous roar.

His body rushed towards Wei Minggu like a strong wind, and the Chang Ge stabbed his heart.Wei Minggu's eyes widened, feeling the threat from the God of Death.

He tried his best to block Xu Fu's attack.

However, his body could no longer support it, and Chang Ge stabbed him in the shoulder.

Wei Minggu growled, but there was no despair in his eyes, only determination and unyielding.

He clutched his katana tightly in his hand, trying to launch a final counterattack.

Seeing that Wei Minggu still refused to give up, Xu Fu felt a sense of respect in his heart.

This is a true warrior who, even on the verge of despair, never gives in.

He knew that this was the last tenacity among his opponents and the strongest challenge he had ever faced.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, a firm determination welling up from the bottom of his heart.

His figure suddenly swayed, he dodged Xu Fu's attack unexpectedly, and then used his last strength to rush towards Xu Fu like a gust of wind.

His katana turned into a ray of silver light and stabbed Xu Fu's chest.

Xu Fu responded immediately, Chang Ge blocked Wei Minggu's attack.

The two people's moves were intertwined so fast that it was almost difficult to tell them apart.

Their figures intertwined in the afterglow of the setting sun, forming a magnificent picture.

Wei Minggu's attacks became more and more fierce, and every swing of his sword carried a fatal threat.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, was steady and decisive, trying to block the opponent with every swing.

Their moves and steps continued to improve during the battle, as if they had integrated into the ultimate state of Bushido.

Suddenly, a fierce look flashed in Wei Minggu's eyes.

He suddenly changed his moves, and the blade of the katana turned into dots of stars, cutting through the space and forming a silver storm.

The sword radiance overflowed, and Wei Minggu was like a gust of wind and rain, waving his samurai sword and throwing countless sharp sword radiance at Xu Fu.

Xu Fu's eyes flashed with solemnity, and he knew that this was an extremely dangerous attack.

He tried his best to wave his Chang Ge, trying to resist this violent sword light.

The sword light flew in the air and made a sharp whistle.

Xu Fu's whole body was shrouded in a layer of golden light, and his long spear stabbed at the source of the sword light.

At this moment, their moves intertwined, and the fight between life and death became more and more thrilling.

The sword light and Chang Ge collided, making a harsh metal collision sound.

Both of their bodies were greatly shocked, but neither of them stopped.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and used his last strength to try to push the sword light forward.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, tightened his muscles and resisted without any sign of weakness.

His eyes flashed with determination, and he knew that victory could only be won by defeating this sword light.

The battle became more and more intense, and the collision of swords and Changge resounded throughout the valley.

Both fighters gave their best in the final battle.

The sharp edge of the sword kept approaching Xu Fu, but Xu Fu remained unwavering and tried hard to resist the pressure.

His Chang Ge glowed golden under the impact of the sword light, shining with tenacious determination.

Wei Minggu's whole body's strength seemed to have been exhausted. His face was pale, but his eyes were still firm.

He was unwilling to admit defeat easily, especially in this decisive battle, he had already sacrificed too much.

His katana emits the final sword light, and his target is Xu Fu's heart. As long as he can hit it, he can reverse the situation.

Xu Fu felt threatened by death and knew that now was the decisive moment.

He concentrated all his strength and used his long arm to resist the impact of the sword light while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

His eyes were locked on the source of the sword light, trying to find the weak point.

The collision between Jian Mang and Chang Ge became more intense, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, two brave warriors struggled on the edge of life and death, fighting for their beliefs and dignity, and for everything on that land.Suddenly, Xu Fu noticed a tiny flaw. The source of the sword light was slightly weak.

Without hesitation, he swung his Chang Ge as fast as he could, stabbing at the weak point of the sword.

Wei Minggu felt the threat from the God of Death, and he used his last strength to try to repair Jianmang's defense line.

But it was too late, Chang Ge stabbed the weak point of the sword, and a crack spread quickly.

The sword light fell apart, turned into little starlight, and disappeared into the sunset.

Wei Minggu's eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness, but there was also a hint of relief.

Xu Fu stood there, Chang Ge still pointed forward, but he did not launch another attack.

In that mountain forest, the confrontation between the two warriors became increasingly fierce.

Wei Minggu's every attack seemed to come with a violent storm, while Xu Fu responded with solid defense and sharp counterattacks.

Their moves were like bright stars, piercing the night sky and turning into dazzling rays of light.

The light of swords and the shadows of swords intertwined with each other, and the sound of swords clashing echoed in the mountains and forests.

Their figures flashed between the fighting skills, and their speed was so fast that it was dizzying to see.

Wei Minggu kept changing the angle and rhythm of his attacks, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, used calmness and decisiveness to resolve every offensive while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

In this life and death battle, every swing carries a sense of oppression of life and death.

Their breathing became more rapid, their muscles tensed, and every inch of their skin was filled with tension.

The battle has reached a fever pitch. They are no longer two warriors, but two powerful forces confronting each other, representing the collision of their respective beliefs and wills.

Wei Minggu's eyes flashed with sharp light, and his attack became more fierce.

He suddenly dodged quickly to avoid Xu Fu's attack, and then launched a fierce counterattack.

The katana turned into a ray of silver light, cut through the night sky, and aimed at Xu Fu's heart.

Xu Fu felt the threat from the God of Death, and his instinct told him that this was a fatal attack.

He quickly retreated and waved his Changge at the same time, trying to block Wei Minggu's attack.

The two people's moves were intertwined with each other, and they were so fast and unpredictable.

Suddenly, a hint of cunning appeared on Wei Minggu's face.

With a sway of his body, he cleverly avoided Xu Fu's counterattack, then turned around instantly and launched an unexpected offensive.

His samurai sword cut through the space and went straight to Xu Fu's neck.

Xu Fu's intuition made him react at the critical moment. He ducked sideways, but the blade cut his shoulder and blood spattered out.

He gasped, feeling the pain.

This blow seemed to arouse Xu Fu's anger, and his eyes flashed with a fiery fighting spirit.

He launched a fierce attack without hesitation, and Chang Ge stabbed Wei Minggu in the chest.

Wei Minggu responded hurriedly and blocked it with his samurai sword, but was still knocked back by Chang Ge's power.

The battle between the two reached a climax, with their moves becoming more ferocious and their attacks and defenses becoming more intense.

Every confrontation between them carries the flavor of life and death, and the atmosphere of the battle becomes extremely tense.

Wei Minggu suddenly launched a series of rapid attacks, and the samurai sword danced like the wind, turning into a silver light.

Xu Fu did not dare to be careless at all. He concentrated all his attention and tried his best to defend, trying to withstand this violent attack.

Wei Minggu's offensive became more and more fierce. The samurai sword danced in his hand, and the blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

His speed was so fast that Xu Fu barely had time to react.

Xu Fu retreated continuously, trying to keep enough distance to avoid being weakened to the lowest point.

However, in this ever-changing battle situation, Wei Minggu's offensive seemed to have no end, and every swing of his sword carried endless threats.

Determination and determination shone in his eyes. He was going to push this battle to the limit and was determined to win.

Xu Fu's heart felt cold. He knew that he had to find a breakthrough.

He concentrated on looking for patterns in the opponent's offensive, trying to find a gap that could be exploited.

Wei Minggu's attacks seemed to form an impenetrable wall, but Xu Fu would never give up easily.

Suddenly, a light flashed in his eyes, and he discovered the flaw in Wei Minggu's attack.

The moment the opponent swung the knife, he quickly moved his body to dodge, and at the same time stabbed the opponent's wrist with his long sword.

Wei Minggu's attack was deftly resolved by Xu Fu. His samurai sword missed and almost flew out.

This was a rare opportunity, and Xu Fu launched a fierce counterattack without hesitation.

He swung his long spear and stabbed Wei Minggu in the chest with lightning speed.

Wei Minggu felt nervous and hurriedly blocked the attack, but was forced to retreat by Xu Fu's offensive.

The two people's moves were so fast that bystanders could hardly see them clearly.

Wei Minggu kept retreating, trying to find opportunities to counterattack, while Xu Fu pressed forward step by step, not giving the opponent a chance to breathe.

Wei Minggu's brows gradually frowned, and he realized that he was in a dilemma.

He launched a final desperate counterattack. His katana danced like lightning and turned into a ray of silver light, trying to reverse the situation.

Xu Fu's heart trembled, he noticed the other party's determination.

He gathered the most powerful strength in his body to try to withstand the blow.

Two powerful forces collided in the air, making a huge roar.

In the valley, the atmosphere of the battle became increasingly tense, as if the whole world was immersed in this life-and-death battle.

The power of this blow was astonishing, and Xu Fu felt tremendous pressure, but he did not waver.

He used up his last strength and waved his Chang Ge, trying to block the opponent's attack.

His eyes shone with tenacity. He wanted to protect his beliefs and honor and would not allow failure.

The battle entered a fierce state, with swords, swords, and shadows entangled with each other, as if two huge waves were colliding.

Xu Fu's heartbeat seemed to resound throughout the valley. He knew that victory or defeat lay within this one blow.

He waved his Chang Ge as if the God of War had descended, trying to completely block Wei Minggu's attack.

The sword light and Ge Ying intertwined in the air, bursting out with dazzling light.

At this moment, an indescribable power ignited deep in Xu Fu's heart.

Wei Minggu's attacks became more and more violent, but he also felt the tenacity from Xu Fu.

He knew that this opponent would not be defeated so easily.

There was a fierce look in his eyes, and he was determined to push this battle to an end.

His katana danced faster, each swing carrying infinite power.

The sword's edge drew a trail of light in the air, as if it was about to tear the entire valley apart.

Xu Fu responded with all his concentration, using all his strength to resist every attack.

The battle scene became more and more intense, and the two figures intertwined in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Their moves were like bright meteors, piercing the night sky and leaving brilliant traces.

The sword light and Ge Ying collided in the air, making a deafening sound.

(End of this chapter)