Xu Fu didn't give Wei Minggu a chance to breathe. His figure suddenly rose into the air and turned into a bolt of lightning.
With destructive power, his fist hit Wei Minggu's chest hard.
Wei Minggu was knocked away by a violent blow, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his whole body was tumbling in the air like a kite with a broken string.
Xu Fu landed in the air and took back the Chang Ge in his hand again.
His eyes revealed the light of victory, and he knew that victory was already just around the corner.
Wei Minggu climbed up with difficulty. His body was full of scars, but his eyes were full of determination.
He gritted his teeth, stood up again, raised his katana, and vowed to fight to the end for his dignity.
The two people's eyes met in the air, as if there was some kind of tacit understanding.
They clashed again, and the battle entered its final stages.
This is a real life-and-death battle. Every move the two make is extremely threatening, and every attack carries the determination to fight decisively.
Every moment in the battle is full of tension and shock, as if time has been frozen by this battle.
Their fists collided, making a dull crashing sound.
Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength, trying to suppress Xu Fu.
But Xu Fu responded calmly, with a bright light in his eyes. He knew that now was the time.
Suddenly, Xu Fu swayed and hit Wei Minggu hard on the cheek with an unexpected move.
The battle was not over yet. Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and took off the long bow on his back.
He drew the bowstring skillfully, with a cold look in his eyes.
No longer fighting at close range, he decided to use bows and arrows to counterattack, keeping distance and trying to find Xu Fu's weaknesses.
At the same time, Xu Fu still held the Chang Ge steadily in his hand with a firm gaze.
He knew that he could not take it lightly now, Wei Minggu's bow and arrow attack was fatal, and he must always remain vigilant.
Wei Minggu aimed at Xu Fu and released an arrow.
The arrow whizzed past and aimed accurately at Xu Fu's heart.
Xu Fu had quick eyes and quick hands and used Chang Ge to deflect the arrow. However, Wei Minggu did not stop and continued to shoot an arrow.
Xu Fu dodged nimbly, and the bow and arrow flew past his shoulder.
A flash of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he realized that he had to end the battle as soon as possible, otherwise the long tug-of-war would pose a great threat to him.
Wei Minggu's archery skills were superb, and the arrows poured down like a torrential rain.
Xu Fu kept turning his body and skillfully dodged every arrow, but the pressure was increasing.
He decided to launch a final onslaught in an attempt to force Wei Minggu to stop shooting.
Xu Fu stepped forward, and Chang Ge turned into a bolt of lightning, heading straight for Weiming Valley.
Wei Minggu threw away the bow and arrow in his hand, drew out his samurai sword, and met Xu Fu's Chang Ge.
The weapons of the two clashed again, making a sound of metal clashing.
Wei Minggu calmly responded to Xu Fu's fierce attack. His sword skills were as smooth as running water. Every swing was both hard and soft, both offensive and defensive.
Xu Fu tried his best, and the Chang Ge dance brought the sound of whistling wind.
His attacks became more violent, each blow carrying an unstoppable momentum.
The battle between the two entered a white-hot state, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify, as if even time had stopped flowing.
In this desperate struggle, the two's powers confront each other, and their moves are unpredictable.
The battlefield was filled with strong sword energy, and the figures of the two warriors intertwined, as if blending into the night, becoming the brightest stars in the night sky.
The battle continues, but the balance of victory has not yet tilted.
The battle between the two warriors entered a fierce stage, their moves became more fierce, and they showed no mercy between attack and defense.
Wei Minggu's samurai sword danced in the air, and each swing brought out a blade of light, forming a series of radiant arcs.
Xu Fu's Chang Ge is like a giant dragon, and his attack is like a flash flood, with infinite power.
Wei Minggu suddenly changed his moves and made a quick sweep towards Xu Fu's waist.
Xu Fu immediately jumped up to avoid it, but Wei Minggu's attack did not stop. He quickly changed direction and slashed towards Xu Fu's face.
Xu Fu dodged urgently, but was still cut by the blade, and blood immediately spattered.
Xu Fu gritted his teeth to hold back the pain, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
His counterattack made a roaring sound, like a sharp arrow in the storm, piercing Wei Minggu's chest.
Wei Minggu hurriedly blocked it, but Xu Fu's offensive did not stop. His footwork was unpredictable, and he quickly went around Wei Minggu's side and launched a fierce sweep.
Wei Minggu tried his best to resist, but was brushed by Xu Fu's Chang Ge, leaving a deep scratch.
He gritted his teeth and swung his katana, trying to fight back. The weapons of the two collided in the air, making a metallic clang sound.
Their eyes were full of determination, and they were determined to defeat the other.
Xu Fu suddenly transformed into a whirlwind and quickly circled Weiming Valley. Chang Ge whizzed at his back.
Wei Minggu felt the crisis, and he turned around to dodge, but Xu Fu's attack speed was too fast, and Chang Ge hit his shoulder hard, making a dull collision sound.
Wei Minggu roared in pain, but his eyes still shone with tenacity.
He tried his best to launch a fierce attack on Xu Fu again, trying to restore the situation.
Xu Fu responded calmly, and his Chang Ge drew a silver light in the air, blocking all Wei Minggu's attacks.
His eyes were firm, and he knew that victory was coming, and he only needed to hold on for a moment to win this life-and-death battle.
As the battle continued, the two men's moves became more and more fierce, and every collision brought violent impact.
The atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense, and the people watching held their breaths, watching this life-and-death battle.
In this dark night, the figures of the two warriors intertwined. Their fighting spirit had already surpassed physical fatigue and became a kind of tenacious faith.
Wei Minggu rolled over to avoid Xu Fu's attack and quickly regained his footing.
He grabbed the longbow on the ground and drew the string without hesitation. Arrows shot out like raindrops at a speed that was dizzying.
Xu Fu frowned slightly. He reacted quickly and his figure flashed instantly.
In the rain of arrows, he dodged flexibly, sometimes bending down, sometimes turning sideways, and every time he moved, he just managed to avoid the deadly arrows.
His eyes were full of calmness and determination, and he knew that he had to find a breakthrough, otherwise this rain of arrows would be a fatal threat.
Wei Minggu's archery skills were superb, and Xu Fu was surrounded by a continuous stream of arrows.
Xu Fu raised his Changge and kept swinging it, knocking down the arrows one by one.
His movements were precise and swift, like a nimble cheetah, weaving through the arrows with ease.
However, Wei Minggu would not let him go easily. His arrows were unpredictable, sometimes hitting the ground and sometimes aiming in the air.
Xu Fu's dodge became more difficult, and his robe was torn by arrows, but he still persisted, with an unyielding light shining in his eyes.
In the rain of arrows, Xu Fu suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.
He quickly found the rhythm of Wei Minggu's archery and waited for a perfect opportunity.
When an arrow was shot, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he swung his Changge violently to fly the arrow away.
Immediately, he rushed towards Wei Minggu quickly, stabbing the opponent with Chang Ge.
Wei Minggu immediately threw down his long bow and stood up to fight. The weapons of the two men intersected again, making crisp collision sounds.
Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and discovered that Xu Fu was not easily suppressed by the arrow rain.
Xu Fu transformed into a strong wind, and his offensive was like a storm. With infinite momentum, he launched a fierce attack towards Weiming Valley.
The battle became fierce again, the two men's moves became more ferocious, and every collision brought earth-shattering power.
In the rain of arrows, the figures of the two warriors were like lightning and flint, intertwined with each other, surging with fighting spirit.
The battle between Xu Fu and Wei Minggu was like a storm between heaven and earth, gathering endless power.
Their moves were fast and fierce, and every confrontation triggered a harsh metal collision.
Under the rain of arrows, they looked like two ferocious beasts, sometimes fighting and sometimes entangled.
Wei Minggu concentrated on shooting arrows, each one extremely sharp.
Xu Fu turned into a phantom, quickly dodged the arrows, and then quickly counterattacked.
His Chang Ge drew a light trail in the air, threatening Weiming Valley at all times.
Suddenly, the density of the arrow rain in Weiming Valley increased, forming a dense arrow screen.
Xu Fu was in danger, the arrows were coming fiercely, and there was almost no room to dodge.
He had to use all his strength and wield his Changge to try to knock down all these arrows.
The arrows and Chang Ge collided fiercely in the air, making a series of harsh metal collision sounds.
Dense beads of sweat broke out on Xu Fu's forehead. He felt the threat of life and death, but his eyes shone with tenacity and he was never willing to fall down.
At this critical moment, he blocked an arrow with his Changge, then jumped up and rushed towards Weiming Valley.
Wei Minggu showed a trace of hesitation, but then he calmed down and stood up to fight. Their weapons collided again, and dazzling sparks erupted.
Xu Fu's offensive was like a violent storm, and Chang Ge thrust toward Wei Minggu with a roar.
Wei Minggu tensed up and used his samurai sword to attack.
He knew that if he did not block the blow, he would face a fatal threat.
The battle reaches its peak, with the two men's powers confronting each other and their moves changing in unpredictable ways.
Wei Minggu's eyes flashed with determination. He vowed to protect his homeland and never allow anyone to shake his will.
Xu Fu, on the other hand, devoted himself wholeheartedly to fighting for that unattainable ideal and for that oath he had made.
He knew that now was the time and victory was at hand.
Under the cover of night, the fighting spirit of the two warriors became stronger and stronger, their moves became faster and fiercer, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.
The people watching the battle also held their breath, waiting for the outcome of this decisive battle.
The battle continued, the arrows rained like flying meteors, and the long swords resembled the lightning of ghosts and gods.
In this life-and-death struggle, time seemed to freeze.
The figures of Wei Minggu and Xu Fu intertwined in the moonlight, and their weapons made bursts of metal collision sounds, as if they were playing a soul-shaking symphony.
Xu Fu's offensive became more and more fierce, and his Chang Ge turned into a whirlwind, with every blow carrying destructive power.
Wei Minggu, on the other hand, used his extremely high archery skills and flexible body skills to skillfully avoid Xu Fu's attacks, and sometimes counterattacked, trying to find Xu Fu's flaws.
Wei Minggu's samurai sword danced in the air, like a gust of wind and rain, and the attack was extremely fierce.
His eyes shone with determination, determined to turn this battle around.
Xu Fu, on the other hand, is calm and calm, his eyes are deep and seemingly calm, but his heart is full of burning fighting spirit.
Suddenly, Wei Minggu changed his moves. Like lightning, he suddenly flashed to Xu Fu's side and launched a fatal slash.
Xu Fu's eyes widened, but his reaction was equally quick. He blocked the fatal blow with his Chang Ge.
As the Chang Ge and the katana collided, a loud noise echoed in the night sky.
Wei Minggu gritted his teeth and put all his strength into the samurai sword, trying to overwhelm Xu Fu.
Xu Fu, on the other hand, is as stable as a mountain, his steps are firm and he never flinches.
At this moment, Xu Fu suddenly made a move and used Chang Ge to withstand Wei Minggu's samurai sword, then quickly retreated and distanced himself.
Wei Minggu looked at him in surprise, not expecting Xu Fu to be able to escape in such a dangerous situation.
Xu Fu panted heavily, with a hint of fighting intent in his eyes.
He knew that now was the time. He stepped forward, and Chang Ge stabbed towards Wei Minggu with the force of thunder.
Wei Minggu tried his best to dodge, but was still scratched with blood by Chang Ge.
Wei Minggu gritted his teeth, feeling the breath of despair.
He knew he was in trouble, but he would never give up easily.
He roared, swung his katana again, and launched a final frantic attack.
The battle entered its most intense stage. The moves of the two became more and more fierce, and every collision brought earth-shattering power.
Under this night, the figures of the two warriors intertwined, and their fighting spirit became more determined.
Wei Minggu launched a final frantic offensive. His samurai sword danced like the wind and the sword light flashed, trying to suppress Xu Fu.
Xu Fu, on the other hand, showed no sign of weakness. His Chang Ge danced with the sound of howling wind, and he firmly blocked every attack.
Every collision was like a thunderous explosion, and the battlefield was filled with a thick smell of gunpowder smoke.
Dense beads of sweat broke out on Xu Fu's forehead. He felt the limits of his body, but his eyes still shone with tenacity and he would never allow himself to fall down easily.
Wei Minggu devoted himself wholeheartedly to the battle, his breathing was rapid and powerful, and his eyes flashed with a fanatical light.
His attacks became more and more fierce, each swing carrying destructive power, as if he was going to defeat Xu Fu to the ground.
In a confrontation, Wei Minggu cleverly used his body's flexibility to avoid Xu Fu's Chang Ge attack, and then stabbed Xu Fu in the chest with a sharp knife.
Xu Fu tried his best to dodge, but the blade still scratched the clothes on his chest, leaving a shallow scar.
Wei Minggu got the opportunity. He stepped up his offensive and tried to pursue the victory.
Xu Fu sensed the crisis, and he moved quickly and cleverly avoided Wei Minggu's attack.
Then, he struck with a backhand, and Chang Ge went straight to Wei Minggu's neck with strong wind.
Wei Minggu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly raised his knife to parry, but Xu Fu's offensive was like a storm, ruthlessly breaking through his defense line, and Chang Ge stabbed his shoulder, causing a sharp pain.
(End of chapter)
