From one person to nine to five

Chapter 659 Peach Blossom (5)

As the battle progressed, Tao Yao's swordsmanship became more and more proficient. Every swing of her sword carried the power of a spring breeze, and every jump was full of agility.

Her swordsmanship blossomed in the thunder, like a peach blossom blooming in the storm, beautiful and tenacious.

Xu Fu felt the change in Taoyao's swordsmanship, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

He knew that the battle had entered the most critical moment and he had to go all out.

Xu Fu's golden spear continued to release more powerful thunder power in the whirlwind, and every attack was carried by the force of thunder.

Tao Yao's swordsmanship blossomed in the thunder. Every swing of the sword carried the power of spring breeze, and every jump was full of agility.

Xu Fu's breathing gradually became heavy during the battle. He knew that he had to change his tactics to deal with Tao Yao's swordsmanship, which was as gentle as the spring breeze yet sharp.

He let out a long breath, as if to expel all the fatigue and hesitation from his body. His eyes became more determined, and the golden spear in his hand began to emit a more dazzling light.

Following Xu Fu's low shout, he displayed his unique skill - Cutting the Wind.

This move was not only about controlling the wind, but also about conquering it. Xu Fu's long spear drew complex trajectories in the air, and every swing was accompanied by the whistling of the wind.

The surrounding air began to distort, forming visible wind blades. Under Xu Fu's command, these wind blades began to rotate around him, forming a huge wind vortex.

The wind was raging, and Xu Fu's Wind-Slashing Skill gathered the surrounding winds, forming powerful storms. Under Xu Fu's control, these storms began to sweep towards Taoyao.

The wind blades were like sharp blades, cutting through the air, making sharp whistling sounds. Although Tao Yao's swordsmanship was agile, she had to be vigilant in the face of such a violent storm.

Tao Yao's swordsmanship became more cautious in the storm, she knew Xu Fu's wind-cutting skills should not be underestimated. She began to adjust her breathing and keep her mind calm.

The peach branch became more flexible in her hands, and every wave carried the power of the spring breeze, trying to find a gap in the storm.

Xu Fu's wind-cutting skill formed wind walls in the air. These wind walls not only blocked Tao Yao's sight, but also continuously compressed her movement space.

Tao Yao's swordsmanship began to become more difficult under the pressure of the wind wall. She had to find opportunities in the gaps of the wind wall to continue to display her swordsmanship.

However, Taoyao was not intimidated by Xu Fu's wind-cutting skill.

There was a flash of determination in her eyes. She knew that only by using her sword skills more accurately could she have a chance to survive in this storm.

The peach branches became more agile in her hands. Every wave carried the power of spring breeze, and every jump was full of agility.

As the battle progressed, Taoyao began to gradually adapt to Xu Fu's wind-cutting skills.

Her swordsmanship became more flexible in the storm. Every swing of the sword accurately cut off the wind blades, and every jump cleverly avoided the pressure of the wind wall.

Her swordsmanship blossomed in the storm, like a peach blossom blooming in the storm, beautiful and tenacious.

Xu Fu's wind-cutting skill began to gradually lose its advantage in front of Tao Yao's swordsmanship. Although his wind wall was powerful, Tao Yao's swordsmanship was like a spring breeze, constantly penetrating the wind wall and looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Xu Fu's fighting spirit was like a burning flame. He knew that in order to defeat Tao Yao, he had to use more powerful force.

He took a deep breath and gathered all his strength into the golden spear in his hand.

Xu Fu's body began to spin, and the golden spear drew golden arcs in the air. Every swing seemed to summon the power between heaven and earth.

As Xu Fu spun, the surrounding air began to gather rapidly, forming a huge tornado.

This tornado is different from ordinary storms. It contains Xu Fu's inner strength and the elemental power between heaven and earth, which makes its destructive power reach an astonishing level.

In the tornado, the golden spear was like a giant dragon, circling and rolling continuously, and every roll made the tornado more intense.

At this moment, the heaven and earth seemed to feel the power of Xu Fu. The trees in the forest swayed wildly under the impact of the tornado, and the earth began to shake, as if the entire natural world was shocked by Xu Fu's power.

In the tornado, wind blades and thunder intertwined to form an almost insurmountable barrier.

Facing such an attack, Tao Yao knew that she could not passively defend herself, and she had to find a way to break it. She gently turned the peach branch in her hand, and the moves of Tao Yu Chun Feng swordsmanship flowed through her mind again.

Her body began to sway gently to the rhythm of the tornado, and each sway seemed to be looking for the tornado's weakness.

Tao Yao's swordsmanship became more agile in the tornado. Every swing of her sword carried the power of spring breeze, and every jump was full of agility.

Her swordsmanship blossomed in the tornado, like a peach blossom blooming in the storm, beautiful and tenacious.

Xu Fu's tornado began to gradually lose its advantage in the face of Tao Yao's swordsmanship.

Although his tornado was powerful, Tao Yao's swordsmanship was like a spring breeze, constantly penetrating the tornado and looking for opportunities to counterattack. Every time he used his swordsmanship, the power of the tornado was weakened a little.

As the battle progressed, Tao Yao gradually adapted to Xu Fu's tornado. Her swordsmanship became more flexible in the tornado, and every swing of the sword accurately cut off the wind blade, and every jump cleverly avoided the bombardment of thunder.

Her swordsmanship blossomed in the tornado, like a peach blossom blooming in the storm, beautiful and tenacious.

Xu Fu felt the change in Taoyao's swordsmanship, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

He knew that the battle had entered the most critical moment and he had to go all out.

Xu Fu's tornado began to gradually lose its advantage in the face of Tao Yao's swordsmanship.

Although his tornado was powerful, Tao Yao's swordsmanship was like a spring breeze, constantly penetrating the tornado and looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Xu Fu's fighting style suddenly changed. He no longer pursued the ultimate burst of power, but instead used a more feminine and strange move - Gray First Snow.

As he moved, the air around him seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, and the temperature dropped suddenly, as if even time solidified at this moment.

Xu Fu's long spear drew complex trajectories in the air, and every swing was accompanied by a puff of black mist.

These mists were different from ordinary fogs. They carried a strange coldness that seemed to be able to freeze all life. The mists spread rapidly in the air, forming a black mist that covered the sky and the earth.

In the mist, Xu Fu's figure became blurred, as if he had merged with the mist and became part of it. Each of his attacks was hidden in the mist, making it difficult to grasp. This mist not only obscured his vision, but also interfered with his perception, making it difficult for Tao Yao to determine Xu Fu's exact location.

Tao Yao faced such an attack, she knew she couldn't be fooled by the mist. A trace of calmness flashed in her eyes, and the peach branch in her hand began to emit a faint light. Although the light was weak, it carried a warm power that could dispel the coldness around.

Tao Yao's swordsmanship became more cautious in the fog. Every swing of her sword carried the power of spring breeze, and every jump was full of agility.

Her swordsmanship blossomed in the mist, like a peach blossom blooming in the darkness, beautiful and tenacious.

Xu Fu's Gray First Snow skill began to gradually lose its advantage in front of Tao Yao's swordsmanship.

Although his fog was powerful, Tao Yao's swordsmanship was like a spring breeze, constantly penetrating the fog and looking for opportunities to counterattack. Every time he used his swordsmanship, the power of the fog was weakened a little.

As the battle progressed, Taoyao began to gradually adapt to Xu Fu's gray first snow.

Her swordsmanship became more flexible in the fog. Every swing of the sword accurately cut off the shackles of the fog, and every jump cleverly avoided the interference of the fog.

Her sword skills blossomed in the mist, like a peach blossom blooming in the darkness, beautiful and tenacious. The gray mist of the first snow continued to spread, and Xu Fu's figure loomed in it, like a ghost.

His long spear drew dark tracks in the mist, and every swing carried a strange power, as if it could devour all light.

The wind blades in the mist became sharper. Under Xu Fu's control, they began to rotate around Tao Yao, forming a huge black vortex.

Tao Yao's eyes became more determined in the face of such an attack. She knew that only by keeping her mind clear could she not be confused by the fog.

She gently turned the peach branch in her hand, and the moves of Tao Yu Chunfeng sword technique flowed through her mind again.

Her body began to sway gently to the rhythm of the mist, and each sway seemed to be searching for the mist's weakness.

Tao Yao's swordsmanship became more agile in the mist. Every swing of her sword carried the power of spring breeze, and every jump was full of agility.

Her swordsmanship blossomed in the mist, like a peach blossom blooming in the darkness, beautiful and tenacious.

Xu Fu's Gray First Snow skill began to gradually lose its advantage in front of Tao Yao's swordsmanship.

Although his fog was powerful, Tao Yao's swordsmanship was like a spring breeze, constantly penetrating the fog and looking for opportunities to counterattack. Every time he used his swordsmanship, the power of the fog was weakened a little.

As the battle progressed, Taoyao began to gradually adapt to Xu Fu's gray first snow.

Her swordsmanship became more flexible in the fog. Every swing of the sword accurately cut off the shackles of the fog, and every jump cleverly avoided the interference of the fog.

Her swordsmanship blossomed in the mist, like a peach blossom blooming in the darkness, beautiful and tenacious.

Xu Fu felt the change in Taoyao's swordsmanship, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. He knew that this battle had entered the most critical moment, and he had to go all out.

Tao Yao took a deep breath, and her body began to radiate a warm light, and the peach branch in her hand became brighter.

As Tao Yao breathed, a powder mist blew out of her mouth. This powder mist was different from Xu Fu's gray first snow. It carried the fragrance of peach blossoms and the warmth of spring, as if it could dispel all the cold and darkness.

The pink mist quickly spread in the air, competing with Xu Fu's gray first snow. The two different colors of mist intertwined in the air, forming a strange scene.

In the pink mist of Tao Yao, her swordsmanship became more agile and elegant. Every time she swung her sword, the pink mist fluttered, as if drawing beautiful patterns in the mist.

These patterns are not just beautiful decorations, they also contain powerful forces that can resist Xu Fu's gray first snow.

Xu Fu's Gray First Snow began to lose its advantage in front of Tao Yao's Pink Mist. Although his mist was powerful, Tao Yao's Pink Mist was like a spring breeze, constantly penetrating the Gray First Snow, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Every time he used the sword, Hui Chuxue's power was weakened a little.

As the battle progressed, Taoyao began to gradually adapt to Xu Fu's gray first snow.

Her swordsmanship became more flexible in the fog. Every swing of the sword accurately cut off Hui Chuxue's restraints, and every jump cleverly avoided Hui Chuxue's interference.

Her swordsmanship blossomed in the mist, like a peach blossom blooming in the darkness, beautiful and tenacious. As Taoyao's pink mist and Xu Fu's gray snow collided fiercely in the air, two completely different forces began to compete with each other, producing a violent vibration.

This vibration is not just a physical impact, but also a symbol of the confrontation between two forces.

The trees in the forest swayed under the impact of this force, and even the earth began to tremble, as if the entire natural world was witnessing this epic showdown.

In Taoyao's pink mist, her swordsmanship became more fierce, and every swing of the sword was filled with firmness and determination.

The tip of her sword drew pink tracks in the pink mist, and these tracks intertwined into a huge net in the air, trying to capture and restrain Xu Fu's gray snow.

Xu Fu's gray first snow was like a violent beast, constantly attacking Taoyao's pink mist.

He waved his long spear in the mist, and each swing carried the force of thunder, trying to tear apart Taoyao's defense network.

The two forces collided in the air, producing bursts of roars, as if the sky was roaring for the battle.

In this violent vibration, Taoyao and Xufu both felt each other's strength. Taoyao's powder mist began to thin under the impact of Huichuxue, but she did not give up.

Her body danced in the pink mist, and every dance was filled with an elegant power. Her swordsmanship became more agile at this moment, and every swing of the sword was an attempt to find a breakthrough in the gray snow.

Tao Yao's swordsmanship became sharper in this vortex of energy. Every time she swung her sword, it seemed that she was guiding the power of the spring breeze, trying to completely dispel Xu Fu's gray snow.

The tip of her sword drew pink tracks in the pink mist, and these tracks intertwined into a huge net in the air, trying to capture and restrain Xu Fu's gray snow.

Xu Fu's gray first snow was like a violent beast, constantly attacking Taoyao's pink mist.

He waved his long spear in the mist, and each swing carried the force of thunder, trying to tear apart Taoyao's defense network.

The two forces collided in the air, producing bursts of roars, as if the sky was roaring for the battle.

(End of this chapter)