From one person to nine to five

Chapter 293 Miyamoto’s Two-Sword Style ([-])
Ichiro Miyamoto moved quickly, swinging his two swords in a staggered manner. The blades cut through the air and made a harsh sound.

Using the speed and agility of a ninja, he attempts to defeat his opponents quickly.Every swing of the sword contains fatal power.

Xu Fu is as steady as a mountain, forming an indestructible golden barrier between his dances.

Every swing he made was condensed with heavy power, and Chang Ge's blade roared like a golden dragon, tearing the air apart.

He used it to block Miyamoto's attacks while counterattacking.

The battle scene was extremely fierce. Dust in the ruined temple was flying, stones on the walls were shattered, and the surrounding atmosphere was filled with the sound of swords, swords, and metal collisions.

The movements of the two were like a violent storm, moving instantly, reacting quickly, and not slacking off at all.

Ichiro Miyamoto tried to cross Xu Fu's golden Changge defense line, cleverly finding the right time every time, trying to find a gap for attack.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, remained tenacious and kept waving his long sword in an attempt to defeat Miyamoto Ichiro's attack.

This battle was full of tension and fierceness. The skills of the two warriors were perfect. Every attack and defense made people breathless.

The battle in the ruined temple seemed to have transcended the confrontation between body and weapons and became a battle of spirit and will.

They worked hard for their respective beliefs and missions and were determined not to give in.

Xu Fu, his golden sword was dancing in his hand, and the blade was still as dazzling as a golden dragon.

Xu Fu's aura was extremely strong, seeming to exude a mysterious power. His eyes remained firm, ready to meet Ichiro Miyamoto's challenge wholeheartedly.

The battle continued, and Ichiro Miyamoto tried to break Xu Fu's defense with the wit and dexterity of a ronin.

His blade was like a burning flame, drawing gorgeous arcs in the air.

Ichiro constantly tests the opponent's defense, looking for opportunities and trying to attack.

Xu Fu's Chang Ge was still swinging mercilessly, with thunderous power every time.

His body was like a strong fortress, always resisting Miyamoto Ichiro's fierce attack.

Xu Fu's attacks became more and more fierce, as if the golden sword contained endless power, forcing Miyamoto Ichiro into desperate situations again and again.

The tension of this battle became more and more intense, and the air in the temple was filled with tension.

In the ruined temple, the showdown between Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu became more and more thrilling.

The ronin's flexible movement and the samurai's sword skills are intertwined, and every swing is full of the flavor of a life-and-death game.

Chang Ge and the katana collided in the air, making a deafening metallic collision sound.

Ichiro Miyamoto kept trying to find gaps and penetrate Xu Fu's defense, but Xu Fu's counterattacks were always timely and powerful.

His golden sword is like a metal wall, indestructible.

Miyamoto Ichiro's clothes have been ravaged by Chang Ge's sharp edge, but his determination has not wavered, and the two swords still shine with perseverance in his hands.

Xu Fu's offensive became more and more fierce. His Chang Ge seemed to be alive, transforming into a roaring golden dragon, threatening Miyamoto Ichiro's life.

But Ronin was also very skilled. His quick dodges and precise attacks made Xu Fu elusive.

The cracks in the walls of the temple expanded, stones flew everywhere, and the battle between the two warriors caused turmoil throughout the temple.

However, they seem to have entered a realm beyond the physical body. Every confrontation is like a duel between stars in the universe, and everything has become small and insignificant.

The battle between Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu further escalated in the ruined temple, and time seemed to have frozen in this life-and-death showdown.

Every movement they make is exquisite art, and every swing carries their honor and determination.

Ronin Miyamoto Ichiro suddenly dodged quickly sideways and skillfully avoided a fatal Nagato thrust.

Then, he quickly counterattacked and slashed at Xu Fu's waist.

However, Xu Fu did not show weakness. He used Changge Sweep to intercept Ichiro's attack. The two weapons met and sparks flew everywhere.

The atmosphere in the temple was extremely tense, like a tight string. Everyone held their breath and watched the life-and-death fight intently.

Both Ichiro Miyamoto and Xu Fu knew that only one person could survive, and this battle would determine the fate of the winner.

Miyamoto Ichiro's face was dripping with sweat, but his eyes remained firm, and his heart was full of loyalty to his family and country.

Xu Fu's expression was calm and unwavering. He was willing to sacrifice everything for his beliefs.

The bodies of both fighters were beginning to tire, but their fighting spirit was still strong.

They continued to dance in the temple hall, and the sound of the sword's light and the collision of Changge's blade came and went, as if they were playing a thrilling symphony.

The battle between Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu became more intense in the temple.

The two warriors were like a gust of wind and rain, and every swing of their swords was accompanied by strong wind pressure and the shining light of their swords.

Ichiro Miyamoto rushed forward quickly, his swords piercing the night sky like lightning. His target was Xu Fu's left side.

Xu Fu reacted quickly and swept over with Chang Ge, trying to repel Ichiro.

However, Miyamoto Ichiro was agile. He quickly slipped sideways to avoid Chang Ge's attack, and then launched a fierce combo attack at Xu Fu.

Xu Fu didn't show any weakness. He used the Changge to neutralize Ichiro Miyamoto's attack, and then suddenly raised the Changge and tried to pierce Ichiro.

Miyamoto Ichiro swung his two swords in succession to resolve the fatal attack, but he felt that Xu Fu's power was getting stronger.

The air in the temple seemed to have solidified, and every swing of the sword and every step became the key to victory or defeat.

Both warriors were sweating and breathing heavily, but their resolve remained unbreakable.

The battle has transcended the physical body and has become a duel of mind and will.

Miyamoto Ichiro quickly retreated, quickly pulled out a knife, and threw it at Xu Fu's face.

Xu Fu's reaction was equally quick. He used Chang Ge to deflect the knife, but at this time Ichiro had already taken the opportunity to launch a fatal slash, and the blade pierced Xu Fu's chest.

Xu Fu dodged backwards, only to be pierced by the blade.

His long sword was against Ichiro Miyamoto's sword, and their eyes met, showing firmness and respect.

During the temple battle, the two warriors' moves become increasingly breathtaking.

Miyamoto Ichiro's figure flickers, his swords swing like phantoms, and his slashes are as dense as raindrops.

His movements are full of ninja dexterity and agility, and every attack is brutal and precise.

Xu Fu was as steady as a mountain, and every time he waved his golden sword, there was an astonishing power.

The storm-like air flow brought about by Chang Ge's blade caused stones to fly everywhere in the temple hall.

His movements were full of power and majesty, like a mysterious warrior.Ichiro Miyamoto tried to get close to Xu Fu quickly, but Chang Ge's blade seemed to expand his territory, always keeping a safe distance.

Ichiro kept changing the angle of attack, trying to find flaws, but Xu Fu's defense was always impenetrable.

His Chang Ge was like a golden dragon, and the blade danced, neutralizing every attack of Ichiro.

The battle inside the temple became more intense, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and metal.

The eyes of Ichiro Miyamoto and Xu Fu were as determined as iron. They were already immersed in the realm of fighting, and it seemed that only the two of them were left in the world.

Suddenly, Ichiro Miyamoto launched a swift combo. He swung his swords quickly, forming a whirlwind-like storm of blades, attacking Xu Fu.

Xu Fu had to defend with all his strength, Chang Ge's blade kept dancing, trying to block Ichiro's attack.

At this moment, the battle in the temple reached its peak, and the strength and skill of the two warriors seemed to have reached their peak.

The battle escalated further, the space in the temple seemed to be distorted, and time seemed to stand still.

Miyamoto Ichiro's two swords flew, and the blades drew light trails in the air, making a harsh sword sound.

Xu Fu waved his golden long sword, the golden dragon-like blade flickered, and the sword's light was like lightning.

Ichiro Miyamoto jumped up suddenly and swooped down from the air at an astonishing speed. His two swords cut through the night sky, and the blade went straight to Xu Fu's head.

Xu Fu's reaction was equally quick. His Chang Ge seemed to have its own spirituality, sweeping up and stabbing Ichiro's throat with the blade.

At the last moment, Miyamoto Ichiro's body rotated in mid-air, avoiding the fatal blow, and at the same time cut off Xu Fu's Chang Ge with his two swords.

Chang Ge was cut off, the golden blade drew a beautiful arc in the air, and Xu Fu lost his weapon.

Xu Fu took a few steps back with a solemn look on his face, but he did not give up.

He drew the dagger from behind and continued fighting with his last courage.

Ichiro Miyamoto also put away his swords and drew his dagger to show respect.

The two warriors clashed again, this time more deliberately, each movement filled with power and precision.

Daggers and daggers fight each other, and the sound of metal collisions occurs one after another. The loyalty and courage between the two become more and more apparent.

As the battle between the two warriors escalates, their movements become more delicate and dangerous, every swing of the sword is fatal, and every dodge is a life-or-death decision.

Miyamoto Ichiro's dagger was flying in the air, his movements were as fast as lightning, trying to defeat Xu Fu's defense.

Xu Fu fought back with a dagger. Although his movements were calm, his offensive was determined.

The blades of the two sometimes intersect and sometimes overlap. There seems to be a confrontation between the blades of fire and ice.

In this life-and-death fight, the cracks in the walls of the temple expanded and stones fell everywhere, as if the temple was also shaking for this epic showdown.

The dust was thick and the intensity of the battle was beyond words. It could only be expressed through swordsmanship and movements.

The faces of Ichiro Miyamoto and Xu Fu were covered with sweat, but their eyes remained firm.

This is no longer just a battle, but a true respect for martial arts and an upholding of honor.

They continued to swing their swords, trying to find their opponents' weaknesses while also trying to protect their own lives.

Suddenly, Ichiro's dagger shone with a strange light, and he stabbed Xu Fu in the chest with extremely fast movements.

Xu Fu narrowly escaped, but Miyamoto Ichiro's sword blade scratched his robe, leaving a shallow scar.

Xu Fu's dagger also counterattacked like a poisonous snake, but Miyamoto Ichiro cleverly avoided it, but his shoulder was scratched and blood seeped out.

The battle has entered the final stage. The strength of the two warriors has been exhausted, but their determination has become stronger.

This is not only a physical battle, but also a duel between will and spirit.

Ichiro Miyamoto held his long and short swords tightly, his movements became more determined, and he was determined to end this fierce battle with these weapons.

His long sword swung like lightning, the blade cutting through the night sky, while the short sword turned into a ball of fire in his other hand, and the blade rubbed in the air to create sparks.

Not to be outdone, Xu Fu used a dagger to intercept Ichiro's attack. The golden blade and the silver blade met, making a harsh sound of gold and silver.

The temple hall was filled with the interplay of sword lights and sparks, a heat wave swept through, and the air was filled with the smell of caramel.

Miyamoto Ichiro's attack speed became more and more astonishing. His long sword and short sword were like two-headed snakes, sometimes intertwined and sometimes separated, trying to bypass Xu Fu's defense line.

Xu Fu fought back with a dagger, each swing full of tenacity and determination.

Their eyes were locked on each other, as if they wanted to read each other's thoughts.

This is a battle of despair and hope, as the strength and will of the two warriors continue to burn.

The murals in the temple seemed to have witnessed this legendary duel, and the statues seemed to be silently blessing the two warriors.

Miyamoto Ichiro's attacks became more and more fierce, and the blades of his double swords flashed with cold light. He tried to find Xu Fu's weakness.

Xu Fu stood firm and attacked with a dagger. His brows were furrowed and his strength was gradually exhausted.

In the final moments of this battle, everything will determine the fate of the winner.

The battle in the temple reached its peak. Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu's movements became more and more exquisite, and their determination became more unbreakable.

The sound of the clash of swords and daggers resounded through the sky. Along with the light of gold and silver and the flash of flames, the blades cut through the air and made a sharp sound.

Ichiro Miyamoto's long knife pierced Xu Fu's chest like lightning, but Xu Fu quickly dodged with the dagger and was almost cut by the blade.

Then, he suddenly turned around and made a cunning counterattack with his dagger. The blade almost touched Miyamoto Ichiro's cheek and cut a strand of his hair.

A trace of vigilance appeared on Ichiro's face. He knew that Xu Fu was still fighting back with all his strength. This was their last chance.

Ichiro Miyamoto suddenly launched a series of slashes. His long sword and short sword moved in tandem, and the blades rolled like two dragons, attacking Xu Fu with fatal power.

Xu Fu's whole body was exhausted, but he used his last strength to quickly dodge. His dagger drew an astonishing arc and almost hit Miyamoto Ichiro's neck.

The blades of the two warriors intertwined, making harsh sounds of gold and silver.

With a loud bang, the two warriors' blades met, but eventually separated.

Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu retreated at the same time, their bodies crumbling, supporting each other, and did not fall for a moment.

The atmosphere in the temple seemed to dissipate as smoke dispersed, and a more dangerous atmosphere began to fill the air.

After a brief stalemate, the two restarted the confrontation. At this time, the smell of gunpowder soon began to permeate the air, and it seemed that the sound of swords clashing could be heard in the air.

(End of this chapter)