From one person to nine to five

Chapter 648 Seven Sides (6)

Xu Fu's attack was like a violent storm, and every swing was as powerful as thunder, trying to break through the defenses of the seven warriors.

However, the seven-faced warrior's movements were extremely steady, and each of his sword strikes was extremely precise, as if he could predict every attack of Xu Fu.

The battle between the two formed brilliant rays of light and shadow on the battlefield, and every confrontation made the surrounding land tremble.

As the battle progressed, Xu Fu began to feel the pressure. The seven-faced warrior's big sword seemed to have infinite power, and every collision made his arm numb.

He knew that if he couldn't find the weakness of the Seven-Faced Warrior, the battle would become extremely difficult.

So, Xu Fu began to change the rhythm of his attack. His long spear drew complex trajectories in the air, trying to confuse the vision of the seven warriors.

The seven-faced warrior seemed to see through Xu Fu's intention, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly took off his mask, revealing a face full of anger.

As the mask was taken off, a powerful force suddenly burst out from his sword, and a layer of black flame seemed to be attached to the blade.

Xu Fu felt an unprecedented threat. He knew that the seven-faced warrior had begun to use his true power.

Xu Fu did not retreat, his eyes were burning with the fire of battle. He took a deep breath and concentrated all his strength on the long spear. The golden long spear seemed to come alive in his hand, and every time he swung it, it made a sound of breaking through the air.

The seven-faced warrior's large sword and Xu Fu's long spear kept colliding in the air, and every collision caused the surrounding air to distort.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and Xu Fu and the seven-faced warriors all used their unique skills.

Xu Fu's long spear drew golden halos in the air, each of which contained powerful force, trying to trap the seven warriors inside.

The seven-faced warrior kept changing his masks, and each change increased his strength. His great sword drew black tornadoes in the air, trying to tear apart Xu Fu's halo.

There was a flash of determination in Xu Fu's eyes. He knew that facing an opponent like the Seven-Faced Warrior, ordinary attacks would not be able to achieve victory.

He must use more powerful techniques to gain the upper hand in this battle.

So, he began to rotate the golden spear in his hand. As the spear rotated, the surrounding air began to distort, and streams of black mist gushed out from the tip of the spear, forming a rolling black mist.

This black fog is not ordinary. It is condensed by Xu Fu's inner strength, and each grain of fog contains powerful energy.

The black fog spread rapidly in the air, shrouding the entire battlefield in haze.

The seven-faced warrior's vision was blocked by the black fog. He could not see Xu Fu's movements clearly and could only rely on intuition and hearing to determine Xu Fu's location.

Xu Fu's figure was looming in the black fog. His movements became extremely strange. Every movement was accompanied by the rotation of the long spear, bringing up gusts of harsh wind.

He began to use his special skill - Ash Blowing Snow.

This is an extremely powerful attack technique. Through the rotation of the long spear, a strong airflow is generated, which draws everything around it into it, forming a gray-white storm.

Storms of gray and snow raged in the sky, and they were like giant gray and white dragons, constantly attacking the seven warriors.

The seven-faced warrior felt unprecedented pressure, and he knew that if he could not respond in time, he would be swallowed up by these storms.

So, he began to change masks, each mask representing his different fighting style and power.

As the mask changed, the Seven-Faced Warrior's sword also began to change. The black flames on the blade became more intense, and every swing brought with it a black whirlwind.

These whirlwinds collided with the storm of ash and snow in the air, producing a deafening roar, and the entire battlefield was shaken by this force.

The battle between Xu Fu and the seven-faced warrior entered a new stage. The storm of gray blowing snow and the black whirlwind of the seven-faced warrior continued to collide in the air, and every collision distorted the surrounding air.

The battle between the two has gone beyond ordinary people's imagination, and each of their moves is full of power and beauty.

In the storm of ash and snow, Xu Fu's figure became even more elusive.

He kept changing positions, and each attack was full of suddenness and unpredictability.

Although the Seven-Faced Warrior is powerful, his perception ability is greatly limited under the influence of Gray Blowing Snow, and he can only rely on intuition and experience to deal with Xu Fu's attacks.

As the battle progressed, the Seven-Faced Warrior began to feel tired. Sweat continued to drip from his mask, and his breathing became rapid.

However, there was still an unyielding fire burning in his eyes, and he knew that as long as he had a breath left, he could not give up this fight.

Xu Fu's attacks became more fierce, and the storm of gray and snow formed gray and white tornadoes in the air. They kept attacking the seven-sided warrior, trying to defeat him completely.

The seven-faced warrior wielded the large sword, constantly resisting the invasion of these storms. Every time he swung it brought with it a gust of black whirlwind, trying to tear apart the storm of gray snow.

Xu Fu's figure moved on the battlefield like a ghost, and the storm of gray and snow became more violent as he commanded.

Each of his swings was precise and fierce, and the golden spear seemed to come alive, not only attacking the seven-faced warrior physically, but also putting him under tremendous mental pressure.

The gray snowstorm kept changing its shape, sometimes gathering into tornadoes, sometimes dispersing into countless tiny air currents, attacking the seven warriors in unpredictable ways.

In the storm of ash and snow, Xu Fu's attacks became more elusive.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the storm, as if he had merged with the storm.

Every swing of the long spear was accompanied by a low roar, which was a provocation to the seven-faced warrior and a desire for victory.

Xu Fu's eyes were firm and cold, and he had only one goal - to defeat the opponent in front of him and prove his strength.

The Seven-Faced Warrior struggled in the storm of gray and snow, swinging his great sword continuously, trying to find a way out of the storm.

However, each gray-white airflow was like a sharp blade, constantly cutting through his defense.

Under the seven-faced warrior's mask, sweat and blood mixed together, and every breath he took became extremely difficult.

But there was still an unyielding fire burning in his eyes, and he was unwilling to succumb to Xu Fu's attack.

Xu Fu's attacks became more and more fierce, and the storm of gray and snow formed huge tornadoes in the air. They were like the roar of gods, constantly pressing towards the seven warriors.

The seven-faced warrior's great sword seemed increasingly powerless in the storm, and every swing of his sword seemed like a fight against the entire world.

However, he did not give up, and every swing of the knife was full of determination and courage.

In the storm of gray and snow, Xu Fu's figure became even wilder, and each of his attacks was full of savagery and power.

His long spear drew golden tracks in the air, interweaving with the gray-white storm, forming a shocking picture. The seven-faced warrior's big sword was also constantly swinging, and every collision made the surrounding air tremble.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and every confrontation between Xu Fu and the seven-faced warrior was full of suspense and unknowns.

A storm of ash and snow raged across the battlefield, each spin bringing destructive force.

The seven-faced warrior's large sword was also constantly swinging, and every attack was trying to break through Xu Fu's defense.

The seven-faced warrior felt unprecedented pressure in the storm of gray and snow, but his will to fight was not weakened.

He knew that if he wanted to survive this battle, he had to find a flaw in Xu Fu's attack.

So he began to turn the large sword in his hand, slashing it again and again at a strange and exquisite angle.

Each of the sword strikes contained the profound inner strength of the seven-sided warrior, and the blades drew black tracks in the air, as if to split the gray snowstorm in two.

These trajectories were not randomly slashed, but were skills honed by the seven-faced warriors after countless battles. Each knife accurately hit the weak point of the Gray Snow Storm.

As the seven warriors continued to slash, the storm of gray and snow began to fluctuate.

Xu Fu felt the power of the seven warriors' counterattack, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect that the seven-faced warrior could still find a chance to fight back under such pressure.

But Xu Fu did not retreat because he had rich combat experience and he knew that any slackness in a battle could lead to failure.

Xu Fu began to adjust his attack rhythm, and his long spear drew a more complex trajectory in the storm of gray and snow.

Each swing of his hand was more powerful, and each spin was faster. The storm of gray snow became more violent under his control, and each spin brought with it the power to tear everything apart.

The seven-faced warrior's great sword was also constantly swinging, trying to disperse the storm of ash and snow with every slash.

Each of his attacks was full of determination and courage, and each of his counterattacks was an attempt to break Xu Fu's offensive.

Under the seven-faced warrior's mask, sweat and blood mixed together, and every breath he took became extremely difficult.

But there was still an unyielding fire burning in his eyes, and he was unwilling to succumb to Xu Fu's attack.

As the battle continued, each swing of the Seven-Faced Warrior's sword became more and more difficult, but his will was as hard as steel.

His eyes revealed an unyielding determination, and every time he swung the sword it was like he was fighting against fate.

His attacks were no longer simple slashes, but began to incorporate a strange rhythm, as if he was having a silent conversation with the storm of gray snow.

Xu Fu noticed the changes in the Seven-Faced Warrior and realized that his opponent was trying to fight Gray Blowing Snow in a completely new way.

A trace of respect rose in Xu Fu's heart. He knew that only a true warrior could find new ways to fight in desperate situations.

But at the same time, he also knew that the outcome of this battle had not yet been decided, and he could not relax at all.

Xu Fu began to concentrate more on controlling Gray Blowing Snow, and his long spear drew more complex and delicate trajectories in the air.

Instead of simply swinging the long spear, he began to incorporate more variations and strategies into each attack.

Gray Blowing Snow's storm became more changeable under his control, and each rotation carried a different force and angle, making the Seven-Faced Warrior unpredictable.

The seven-faced warrior felt the change in Xu Fu, and he knew that if he could not adapt in time, he would not be able to survive this battle.

So he began to adjust his fighting rhythm, and his sword drew even more bizarre trajectories in the air.

Each of his slashes was no longer a simple straight line, but began to incorporate more curves and rotations, trying to disperse the storm of gray snow in a more clever way.

With the continuous efforts of the seven warriors, cracks began to appear in the storm of gray snow.

The black trails his ōdachi drew in the air began to rival the storm of gray snow, and every slash made the storm's rotation more chaotic.

Xu Fu felt the pressure, and he knew that if he failed to adjust his strategy quickly, he might lose the initiative in the battle.

A hint of determination flashed in Xu Fu's eyes, and he began to explore the potential of Hui Chuixue more deeply.

His long spear drew increasingly powerful trajectories in the air, and each swing carried more powerful force.

The storm of gray snow became more violent under his control, and each rotation brought more powerful destructive power.

As the battle progressed, Xu Fu realized that the storm of gray snow alone could not completely suppress the seven-faced warrior.

He knew it was time to take more drastic measures.

Xu Fu's long spear suddenly burst into flames. The golden spear body looked even more dazzling against the flames, as if the weapon of God had descended to the earth.

This flame is not an ordinary flame, but a special flame driven by Xu Fu through his internal force. It not only has an extremely high temperature, but also has extremely strong destructive power.

Xu Fu began to display his other unique skill - the fire cloud.

This is an advanced technique that combines fire and storm, which can produce huge destructive power, enough to change the situation on the battlefield.

Xu Fu's long spear drew fiery red tracks in the air, and every swing was accompanied by splashes of flames.

These flames formed fire clouds in the air. They were like clouds in the sky, but they were full of destructive power.

The fiery clouds swirled along with the storm of ash and snow, and the combination of the two created a new storm - a firestorm.

The firestorm raged across the battlefield, carrying the power of fire and storm with every spin.

The storm of gray snow became more violent with the blessing of the fire storm. Every rotation was accompanied by a burning flame, trying to completely devour the black trajectory cut by the seven-faced warrior's sword.

The seven-faced warrior felt the threat of the fire storm, and he knew that if he could not respond in time, he would be swallowed up by this force.

So, he began to change masks, each mask representing his different fighting style and power.

As the mask changed, his Odachi also began to change. The black flame attached to the blade became more intense, and every time it was swung, it brought with it gusts of black whirlwinds.

(End of this chapter)