From one person to nine to five

Chapter 321 Wei Mingliu (10)

Xu Fu's physical strength was gradually exhausted, but his will remained firm.

Every time he wielded Chang Ge, he tried his best without any slack.

His breathing became ragged and sweat dripped from his brow, but he didn't flinch.

The same is true for Wei Minggu, his eyes are full of determination and determination.

He knew that only by defeating this powerful opponent could he protect their home and everything he cherished.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to be transformed into wild beasts in the forest, fighting each other for survival.

Their offense and defense were like the waves of the sea, turbulent and turbulent.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge drew a beautiful arc in the air and stabbed Wei Minggu's chest.

Not to be outdone, Wei Minggu blocked Chang Ge's path with his samurai sword.

The two forces intertwined and made a loud noise.

In such a fight, all they have in their eyes is the desire for victory and the hope for the future.

The battle has entered the most intense stage, every swing is the last determination, every defense is the last hope.

Their bodies danced in the air, turning into streaks of lightning that intertwined together, casting the entire valley under the shadow of battle.

Xu Fu suddenly put away his offensive, and there was a hint of trickery in his eyes.

Wei Minggu breathed a sigh of relief, but then noticed something unusual.

Just when he was about to launch an attack, Xu Fu swung Chang Ge again and unexpectedly stabbed him in the abdomen.

Wei Minggu's eyes widened. He felt severe pain, but it was too late to avoid it.

Chang Ge pierced his body and brought out a shower of blood. His body trembled and then slowly fell down.

Xu Fu stood firmly on the spot, Chang Ge still pointed forward.

Xu Fu's offensive was like a violent storm, continuous and endless, each blow condensing endless power.

As his Chang Ge danced, it turned into golden light, cut through the air, and made a sharp whistle.

At the same time, Wei Minggu showed no sign of weakness. He swung his samurai sword like the wind, each sword carrying a fatal threat.

The two people's moves came one after another, and every collision triggered a harsh metallic sound.Their eyes shone with tenacious will, determined to defeat each other.

Wei Minggu's movement is unpredictable, sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes as stable as a mountain.

Every attack he made was accurate, like a precise blade trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, responded with calmness and decisiveness, and every swing was extremely firm.

His Changge turned into a strong shield, blocking every attack from Wei Minggu.

His eyes flashed with determination. He knew that now was the decisive moment and there could be no hesitation.

During the battle, their bodies were working tirelessly, and every inch of their muscles exuded powerful power.

Their breathing became rapid, but their hearts were unusually calm.

This was a life and death struggle. They had already put aside life and death and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the battle.

Wei Minggu's attacks became more fierce, and his katana danced faster.

He aimed at Xu Fu's chest and launched a fatal stab.

Xu Fu's instinct told him that danger was coming, and he quickly ducked sideways, but the blade still scratched his breastplate, leaving a shallow scar.

Xu Fu gritted his teeth. He felt severe pain, but he did not stop attacking.

He swung violently with Chang Ge, trying to push Wei Minggu back.

Wei Minggu dodged, but launched a fierce counterattack the next moment.

His katana turned into silver lightning and went straight to Xu Fu's throat.

Xu Fu's eyes widened, and he could feel the shadow of death approaching.

He tried his best to block it in front of him with Chang Ge, making a dull impact.

The battle reached its extreme, the two men's moves became more and more fierce, and every collision was like a mountain falling apart.

Their figures looked extremely heroic against the backdrop of the setting sun.

In this mountain forest, they are the last warriors, the last guardians, and the hope of the entire tribe.

Xu Fu's eyes shone with determination. He knew that if he persisted for a moment, he would win.

Wei Minggu felt the limits of his body, but his eyes were full of tenacity.

He was unwilling to fail or surrender. As the battle entered its final climax, Xu Fu's offensive became more fierce.

As his Chang Ge danced, he left a golden trail, like a gust of wind across the valley.

Every swing carries the power of thunder and is infinitely powerful.

Wei Minggu felt the pressure increasing, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.His attacks became hesitant and slightly sluggish, and Xu Fu seized the opportunity.

He quickly approached, and Chang Ge struck at Wei Minggu's vital points like a poisonous snake.

Wei Minggu tried his best to resist, but under Xu Fu's fierce offensive, he retreated steadily.

Every collision made him feel a powerful impact, making his arms numb and his body in severe pain.

His breathing became rapid and his face was distorted, but he still held on tenaciously.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the two figures looked like heroes in mythology, launching a final fight.

Xu Fu's eyes were firm, and his attacks became more and more sharp. Every blow seemed to completely defeat the enemy.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, showed extraordinary tenacity under the threat of life and death.

Suddenly, Xu Fu's Chang Ge turned into a bolt of lightning and stabbed Wei Minggu's heart.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, raised his samurai sword, and tried his best to block it.

However, at this moment, his body could no longer withstand such a blow.

Chang Ge stabbed Wei Minggu in the shoulder, causing a splash of blood.

He groaned, his body swayed, and he almost fell.

However, even though he was injured, he remained unyielding and persisted through gritted teeth.

When Xu Fu saw this, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

He knew this was the moment to end the fight.

He swung his Chang Ge and hit Wei Minggu in the chest with all his strength.

Wei Minggu groaned, and his body fell down like a kite with its string broken.

Although Wei Minggu fell to the ground seriously injured, he still did not lose his will to fight.

He desperately tried to stand up. Although his body was full of pain, his tenacity prevented him from giving in.

Xu Fu immediately understood that his opponent was still a tough enemy.

He held Chang Ge tightly and stared at Wei Minggu warily.

The battle wasn't over, and although he had the upper hand, that didn't mean he could take it lightly.

Wei Minggu propped up his body with one hand and stood up with difficulty.

Blood flowed from his wounds, but he didn't give up.

His eyes sparkled with determination and he was determined to keep fighting, no matter the cost.

Xu Fu also felt the tenacity of his opponent, and he knew that the battle was not over yet.

He no longer takes the initiative to attack, but waits for his opponent's move.

His muscles tensed, ready for a reaction.Wei Minggu coughed up a mouthful of blood. His breathing was still rapid, but he took a staggering step.

He picked up his katana and tried to continue fighting even though the strength in his hands was very weak.

Xu Fu took a step slowly. He did not attack immediately, but waited for his opponent's decision.

Wei Minggu waved the katana in his hand with difficulty. Although his movements were slow, the determination in his eyes still flickered.

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

He vowed to fight for his family and glory, even if he only had the last vestige of strength left.

Xu Fu watched him quietly without launching an attack, as if waiting for the other party's decision.

His eyes were full of respect, because he knew that the warrior in front of him was a true warrior.

Suddenly, Wei Minggu let out a roar, gathered his remaining strength, and charged Xu Fu with all his strength.

Although his steps were shaky, his will was extremely strong.

The katana drew streaks of light in the air, like a gust of wind and rain, attacking Xu Fu with its remaining power.

Xu Fu did not avoid it. He stepped forward to meet him. Chang Ge drew a beautiful arc in the air and intersected with Wei Minggu's samurai sword.

The forces of the two collided fiercely in the air, making a deafening sound.

Although Wei Minggu's attack was fierce, Xu Fu was not repelled.

He stood firmly on the spot and used powerful force to neutralize his opponent's momentum.

Then, he waved his Chang Ge and launched a fierce counterattack.

This time, Xu Fu's offensive was even more fierce. Chang Ge danced in the air, with the sound of howling wind, and streaks of golden light.

Wei Minggu tried his best to resist, but his body had reached its limit.

Under strong pressure, he was forced to take a few steps back again.

The atmosphere of the battle became extremely tense, and the valley was filled with a strong murderous aura.

Xu Fu stared at Wei Minggu, there was no slightest contempt in his eyes, only endless respect.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and persisted. Although his body could not support it, his eyes were still burning with stubborn flames.

At this moment, Wei Minggu suddenly burst out with his final strength, and his body soared into the sky like a furious dragon, making a roar that shook the earth.

His katana turned into a bolt of lightning and slashed hard at Xu Fu's head.

Xu Fu's eyes widened, and he felt the shadow of death.

The muscles all over his body were tense, and he swung Chang Ge without hesitation, using his last strength to resist the blow.

The forces of the two collided fiercely in the air again, making a huge roar.

The battle entered the most critical moment, and the eyes of both men were full of determination.

Their moves were so fast that it was almost impossible to catch them.

At this moment, they have surpassed the limits of ordinary people and reached the peak of warriors.

Xu Fu's body was shaking violently, but his eyes were extremely firm.

He knew that as long as he could withstand this blow, victory would belong to him.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, tried his best to defeat his opponent, even with his last breath.

The outcome of the battle is decided at this moment.The two men's offense and defense were intertwined, and the scene was extremely intense.

Their sword blades and Chang Ge were entangled with each other, making a harsh metallic friction sound.The air in the valley seemed to freeze, and time seemed to have stood still.

The fighting reached an unprecedented level of intensity.

The figures of the two people intertwined under the afterglow of the setting sun, like wild beasts in the mountains and forests, with high fighting spirit and unwillingness to give in to each other.

Xu Fu wielded Chang Ge, his movements were sharp and sharp, and every blow contained destructive power.

His eyes flashed with determination, and he knew that only by defeating Wei Minggu could he defend his homeland and protect his people.

Wei Minggu's samurai sword made bursts of sword sounds as it danced.

His eyes revealed his unyielding will. Although his body was extremely exhausted, he desperately blocked every attack.

The katana in his hand glowed with a faint light and turned into a silver arc, neutralizing Xu Fu's every attack without a trace.

The embers of the battle filled the valley, and the afterglow of the setting sun gradually dimmed, but their battle continued.

Their breathing was rapid and their chests rose and fell violently, but their will became stronger and stronger.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge swung more frequently, trying to break through Wei Minggu's defense with every attack.

His body is as agile as a mountain ape, and every dodge is just right.

Wei Minggu, on the other hand, always remained vigilant and was always ready to deal with the opponent's offensive.

Suddenly, a hint of wit flashed in Wei Minggu's eyes.

He deliberately created a loophole to lure Xu Fu to attack.

Seeing this, Xu Fu couldn't help but increase the intensity of his attack, trying to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

However, at this moment, Wei Minggu suddenly counterattacked.

His katana drew a perfect arc and went straight to Xu Fu's lower body.

Although Xu Fu sensed the danger, he had no time to dodge and could only resist the blow.

With a snap, Wei Minggu's samurai sword struck Xu Fu's Changge heavily.

Xu Fu's arm shook, and severe pain came from him, but he gritted his teeth and resisted the blow.

The battle entered a stalemate stage, and the two men launched a series of moves, making the scene extremely fierce.

Their eyes shone with tenacity, unwilling to show weakness or surrender.

This is not just a battle, but a battle of wills and an arena of courage.

Wei Minggu suddenly roared, and his body was like a beast, suddenly bursting out with more powerful power.

His katana turned into a shooting star, piercing the night sky and heading straight for Xu Fu's chest.

A trace of vigilance flashed in Xu Fu's eyes, and he knew that this blow was no small matter.

Wei Minggu gritted his teeth. Although his body was extremely exhausted, the tenacious look in his eyes became stronger.

He knew that this was a battle of life and death, and he could no longer back down.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, he let out a deep roar, exhausted his last bit of strength, and launched a final charge towards Xu Fu.

His samurai sword roared with the wind, stabbing Xu Fu's heart like a ghost.

Xu Fu saw the other party launching the final attack. His body quickly rose into the air, avoiding Wei Minggu's attack while violently swinging Chang Ge.

Snapped!
With a loud noise, Chang Ge hit Wei Minggu's katana hard, completely blocking his attack.

Xu Fu then stabbed with his backhand, and Chang Ge stabbed into Wei Minggu's chest.

Wei Minggu's eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment, but more of them were determined.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he saw the dawn of victory.

But soon, his body began to tremble and blood poured from his mouth.

He used up his last strength, raised his head and looked at the setting sun. The orange-red afterglow reflected on his face. At this moment, he was like a heroic warrior, risking his life for justice.

As the last trace of breath disappeared, Wei Minggu's body drooped and fell to the ground, bathed in the light of the setting sun.

The entire valley fell into deathly silence, leaving only the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves.

(End of this chapter)