From one person to nine to five

Chapter 296 Miyamoto’s Two-Sword Style ([-])
The two people's swords and Gemang intertwined, making a harsh metal collision sound.

Miyamoto Ichiro's short sword slashed quickly, and every time it was full of fatal threats, but Xu Fu's long sword could always dodge cleverly, or use a combination of strength and softness to resolve the attack.

His long sword followed him like a shadow, like a golden barrier blocking Ichiro's blade.

During the battle, the two figures were like lightning, moving quickly, sometimes appearing in one corner of the temple, sometimes appearing in another corner.

The dust from the ruined temple flew everywhere as the battle raged, as if witnessing the duel between the two swordsmen.

Their eyes were full of determination and determination, and they all knew that their opponents were powerful and should not be underestimated.

The sunlight outside the window gradually became brighter, illuminating the battle scene in the temple and making the two figures more intense.

The collision sound of the sword blade and Chang Ge became more and more intense, and the sword light and Ge Mang intertwined into a gorgeous light curtain.

The confrontation between Jianbian and Changge is in full swing, and the intensity of the battle continues to escalate.

Ichiro Miyamoto's short sword danced like a violent storm, with every blow carrying the determination to destroy everything.

His movement is extremely flexible, sometimes moving on the ground, sometimes suspended in the air, like a ghost, elusive.

Xu Fu, with his body extended by a golden sword, was like an indestructible pillar, calmly resisting Ichiro Miyamoto's attack.

His steps were precise, and each swing of Chang Ge was accompanied by a unique spinning movement, making it difficult for the blade to contact his body.

The gems on the golden Changge flashed with mysterious runes as he waved them, exuding powerful power.

The eyes of both swordsmen were full of concentration and determination.

During the battle, they constantly tested each other's limits and looked for flaws, but each time they were deftly resolved by each other.

The walls of the temple trembled slightly under the impact of the battle, as if to tell the intensity of the duel.

The sword light and Gomang met in every corner of the temple, emitting dazzling sparks.

The two swordsmen's breathing gradually became heavier, and sweat dripped from their foreheads, but they did not flinch and firmly believed that they could defeat their opponents.

This battle is like a dance, a symphony of life and death.

As the battle continued, the conflict between Jianbian and Changge intensified, and the battle entered a fierce stage.

Ichiro Miyamoto's attack surged like thunder, and his swords swung even faster, each blade carrying a fatal threat.

His eyes shone with determination and unyielding determination, and he knew that only by going all out could he defeat this mysterious opponent.

But Xu Fu remained calm and composed, Chang Ge turned into a golden dragon shadow in his hands, skillfully resisting every attack of Ichiro.

His movements became more and more skillful, as if he had predicted every move Ichiro would make.

The golden Changge danced in his hand like an exquisite painting, showing off his superb swordsmanship skills.

The walls of the temple trembled slightly amidst the collision of sword blades and Changge, as if telling the intense shock of this battle.

Dust rises in the turmoil of battle, creating a mysterious and ancient scene.

The two swordsmen were breathing more and more urgently, and sweat had soaked their clothes, but they were unwilling to show weakness and firmly believed that they were the victors.

During the battle at the ruined temple, the figures of swordsmen Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu were like ghosts, shuttling through every corner of the temple.

Their martial arts skills are superb, and every move and style has reached the extreme, so that every moment of the battle is accompanied by countless flashes and flying sparks.

Ichiro Miyamoto's two swords painted a magnificent picture, cutting the air quickly and making a harsh sound.

His offensive was merciless, and every swing of his sword was accompanied by murderous intent, but he could not escape Xu Fu's golden Chang Ge's clever dodge and counterattack.

Xu Fu's movements were smooth and efficient, Chang Ge's swings were like lightning, and each swing was like a fatal blow.

The walls of the temple have cracked under the violent collision of sword energy and Chang Ge, and the ancient murals on the walls are also inspired by the energy of the battle, as if they are alive.

The wind inside and outside the temple poured in through the windows, blowing up dust and paper, making the battle all the more spectacular.

The eyes of Ichiro Miyamoto and Xu Fu met, with endless determination shining in their eyes.

They have forgotten time, there is only fighting, only opponents, and only a passion for victory burning in their hearts.

Sparks flew from the sword blade and Chang Ge, and the blade and Gomang were entangled, like an endless fight.

Their breathing was like a fierce storm, and their momentum was like a mountain falling apart, but both of them firmly believed that they were the winners of this duel.

This is a battle that goes beyond words, a showdown of honor and respect.The dust in the temple was suspended in the air, as if waiting for the end of the battle.

The confrontation between Jianbian and Changge further escalated, and the battle reached its peak intensity.

Ichiro Miyamoto's attacks became even more crazy, his swords swinging like a storm, and every blow seemed to tear everything apart.

His movements were fast and violent, almost beyond the limits visible to the naked eye, but Xu Fu was still able to easily resolve his offensive with his excellent swordsmanship.

The golden Changge danced in his hands, and every swing was full of power and precision.

The walls of the temple were in pieces and the ancient murals inside the temple were greatly damaged, but the battle became more spectacular.

The breaths of the two swordsmen were burning like fire, and their bodies had been surrounded by the passion of battle, forgetting fatigue and pain.

The collision between the sword light and Gemang was deafening, and sparks flew everywhere.

Their movements have exceeded the limits of ordinary people, and every swing carries destructive power.

But the strange thing is that their swordsmanship seems to be full of artistic beauty, and every attack is like a superb painting.

The eyes of Ichiro Miyamoto and Xu Fu intertwined, conveying challenge and respect to each other.

They all understand that this battle will determine who is the final winner and who will leave a legend in this ancient temple.

This is a peerless duel destined to be remembered throughout the ages.

The duel between Jianbian and Changge was further sublimated, as if two rages colliding with each other in the center of the temple.

Every swing was like a life-or-death duel, with the two's skills and intuition reaching the extreme, and every confrontation filled with thrilling uncertainty.

Ichiro Miyamoto's two swords cut through the air, and each sword seemed to tear the world apart.

His attacks are unpredictable, sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes as slow as running water, sometimes with sharp angles, sometimes as gentle as the breeze.

Every cell in his body is imbued with the essence of swordsmanship, making him a true master swordsman.

Xu Fu continued to resist Miyamoto Ichiro's offensive with amazing calmness and skill.

The golden sword danced in his hands, sometimes rolling like a dragon, sometimes dancing gracefully.His defense seemed effortless, and every counterattack was carried out with precise calculations, defusing Ichiro Miyamoto's offense.

The surroundings of the temple smelled of dust and scorched earth, and the broken glass from the windows had been shaken off by the impact of the battle.

The walls of the temple were even more precarious under the impact of the battle, but the two swordsmen seemed to have entered a state of swordsmanship that surpassed the limits of human beings and turned the entire temple into their battlefield.

The figures of the two people shuttled back and forth in the temple, sometimes at the top, sometimes on the ground, and sometimes moving between the pillars.

Their eyes remained locked on each other, filled with awe and challenge.

This is a life and death contest, the ultimate duel between two peak swordsmen to determine who will be the winner of this battle.

Every collision between the sword and the Changge was accompanied by sparks flying, and the sound of the blade and Gemang pierced the silent temple.

Dust filled the air, seeming to tell the story of this magnificent duel.

And Ichiro Miyamoto and Xu Fu, two top swordsmen, continued this epic battle without flinching.

The battle further escalated, and the fierce collision between the sword blade and Chang Ge filled the atmosphere of the battle.

Every move and every move demonstrated the superb skills of the two swordsmen. The wind inside and outside the temple began to roar, as if nature itself was celebrating this wonderful contest.

Ichiro Miyamoto's swords seemed to be the center of the storm. Every blow he struck was a life-and-death duel, and every strike carried irresistible pressure.

His movements are getting faster and faster, as if he can dance in the blade, and his attacks are continuous, like a rushing river, surging and unstoppable.

Xu Fu's golden Chang Ge is like a magic weapon, and his movements are like divine help from heaven.

His counterattacks became more precise, each time hitting Ichiro Miyamoto's blade and neutralizing his attack.

The gems on Chang Ge exude mysterious energy during battle, providing him with inexhaustible strength.

The walls of the temple have collapsed more and more seriously, and the ancient temple seems to be witnessing this epic battle.

The incense burner in the temple has been smashed, smoke is filling the air, and the sky outside the temple is also shrouded in the atmosphere of fighting.

The dust was flying and the temple ground became bumpy, but this was no longer important. The two swordsmen were already immersed in their own world.

The eyes of Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu met again, and they both understood that this battle had reached its peak.

At this moment, everything froze, leaving only the tenacity and determination of the two swordsmen, and only the sound of the collision of sword blades and Changge.

The clash of sword blades and Chang Ge in the battle was like a thunderous roar, shaking the entire temple to the point of trembling.

Each encounter was met with flying sparks and a sharp crash of metallic sounds.

Miyamoto Ichiro's two swords danced in the air, drawing a flickering arc, and his attacks were like a storm, continuous.

Each of his swords contained the ultimate power, and the blades shone with cold light, as if they were about to take away all life.

Each swing of the knife was accompanied by a strong impact, tearing the air apart.

Xu Fu's golden Changge turned into a golden barrier, cleverly resisting every attack of Miyamoto Ichiro.

His counterattacks were full of skill and calculation, and every swing hit Ichiro's blade accurately.

The light from the metal and gems of the golden Changge shines brightly in the battle, like the blessing of a god.

The movements of the two swordsmen were extremely fast, every swing was like thunder, and every collision was like the tremor of an earthquake.

The light of the sword and the Gemang intertwined with each other, and the gems on the blade and the Changge flickered, cutting through the air and turning everything around into fragments.

Dust inside and outside the temple flew under the intense impact of the battle, and glass shards rained down from the windows.

The walls are in tatters and the temple's structure is in danger, but the two swordsmen seem to have integrated themselves into the battle, pouring their souls into their weapons.

This battle has surpassed mortal understanding. It is the perfect interweaving of sword and gun, the supreme crystallization of skill and power.

Ichiro Miyamoto and Xu Fu, two great swordsmen, created a magnificent symphony with the clash of weapons, which echoed in the temple and left an indelible mark.

The collision between the sword blade and Chang Ge became more intense, as if two supernatural forces broke out in the temple.

Every confrontation is accompanied by a strong impact, making it impossible to ignore the magnificence of this life-and-death duel.

Miyamoto Ichiro's two swords were swung rapidly, making high-frequency sword sounds. His attacks were like a violent storm, with determination to destroy.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, and each swing seemed to change the surrounding airflow.

His body is extremely flexible, and every dodge is just right, keeping the critical distance between him and his opponent.

Xu Fu still used the golden Chang Ge to resolve Ichiro's offensive.

His defense became stronger and every counterattack was like a precise strike.

Chang Ge's swing was like a dance, like a golden dragon shadow, sometimes rolling and sometimes circling, neutralizing all Ichiro's attacks.

His eyes sparkled with unfathomable wisdom.

The interior and exterior of the temple were in chaos, dust and broken stones filled the air, and broken windows and broken murals bore witness to the fury of the battle.

The structure of the temple was already overwhelmed, but the two swordsmen seemed not to care. Their consciousness was completely immersed in the battle.

The collision of sword light and Gemang was like thunder, and the atmosphere inside and outside the temple was full of tension and magnificence.

This battle has surpassed ordinary people's understanding. It is a confrontation of skill and strength between two great swordsmen, and a contest of honor and dignity.

No matter who is the winner in the end, this magnificent duel will always be praised and become an immortal legend, shining in people's hearts forever.

In the sacred hall of the temple, the confrontation between Sword Blade and Chang Ge burned like a raging fire, reaching its peak intensity.

The two swordsmen have completely integrated into this duel. Their weapons streaked through the air, making terrible impact sounds, and every collision was like the roar of thunder.

Miyamoto Ichiro's two swords were swung like a violent storm, and each of his swords was full of fatal threats.

His body movements are graceful and fast, every dodge is effortless, and he maintains just the right distance from his opponent.

His attacks continued to be unpredictable, sometimes like huge waves, sometimes like a warm spring breeze.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, responded skillfully with the Golden Changge, and his defense was as impenetrable as an iron wall.

His counterattacks are accurate and deadly, each swing a precise blow.

(End of this chapter)