From one person to nine to five

Chapter 300 Miyamoto’s Two-Sword Style ([-])
Ichiro Miyamoto held his Japanese sword in both hands, the blade shone with a cold light, and his black clothes swayed gently with the breeze.

His brows were furrowed, and sweat dripped on the handle of the knife, making a crisp ticking sound.

He knew he was at a disadvantage, but he would not give in easily because he was a true warrior.

Xu Fu stood opposite Ichiro Miyamoto and re-arranged his posture. There was a sense of indifference and ridicule in his eyes, as if he was laughing at Ichiro Miyamoto's predicament.

The battle started again. Miyamoto Ichiro quickly rushed towards Xu Fu, leaving arcs after swings of the blade.

Xu Fushan avoided attacks again and again, and Chang Ge danced in his hands, drawing a golden light.

His movement was extremely flexible, and he seemed to easily avoid Ichiro Miyamoto's blade.

Ichiro Miyamoto's offensive became more and more fierce. He kept trying to find Xu Fu's flaws, but Xu Fu always cleverly avoided and then counterattacked.

Change stabbed Miyamoto Ichiro, narrowly missing his chest, but Miyamoto Ichiro managed to avoid the fatal blow.

The battle between the two is full of dynamic and static contrasts.

Ichiro Miyamoto's attacks are fast and powerful, and every swing of his sword carries an aura of destruction.

Xu Fu's movements are like water, soft yet strong, like a dancer performing a gorgeous dance.

The atmosphere in the temple became increasingly tense, with stones flying everywhere and dust filling the air during the fierce battle between the two.

Miyamoto Ichiro's breathing became rapid, and sweat had soaked his clothes.He knew that he had to go all out and not hesitate any longer.

However, Xu Fu seemed to have seen through his weakness, and his attacks became more and more vicious, with each attack accompanied by a sharp metal collision.

Ichiro Miyamoto felt that his physical strength was gradually exhausted, his sword skills gradually slowed down, and he was unable to dodge.

In the mysterious atmosphere of that ruined temple, the life-and-death duel between the two swordsmen entered a fierce stage.

The collision of swords and guns continued to sound, and Miyamoto Ichiro was already in trouble, and his strength was gradually exhausted.

Miyamoto Ichiro felt his physical strength gradually exhausted, but his will never wavered.He gritted his teeth and did everything he could to stay alert, looking for opportunities to fight back.

Xu Fu's offensive became more and more fierce. He seemed to have found a way to break through Miyamoto Ichiro, forcing him into desperate situations again and again.

Suddenly, Xu Fu stabbed Miyamoto Ichiro in the throat with a sharp long sword, but Miyamoto Ichiro avoided the fatal blow by turning sideways with amazing reflexes.

Although he avoided death, Chang Ge still cut his neck, and blood flowed from a shallow wound.

Miyamoto Ichiro coughed in pain, and the knife in his hand loosened slightly. Xu Fu saw the opportunity, he jumped up suddenly, and stabbed Miyamoto Ichiro in the chest with Chang Ge.

Ichiro Miyamoto only had time to raise his sword to parry, but he was already in a disadvantageous position and was forced to retreat.

Chang Ge slid on Miyamoto Ichiro's blade, making a sharp friction sound.

Miyamoto Ichiro felt tremendous pressure. He stepped back step by step, and the space in the temple became increasingly narrow.

Xu Fu's eyes flashed with victory, and he continued to exert pressure mercilessly, trying to force Miyamoto Ichiro into a desperate situation.

Ichiro Miyamoto understood that he had to find a way out, otherwise he would not be able to escape Xu Fu's fatal blow.

At that moment, Miyamoto Ichiro's thoughts were like lightning, and he suddenly thought of a way.

He used his last bit of strength to suddenly throw the knife at Xu Fu, and then rolled to avoid Chang Ge's attack.

Xu Fu was startled by Miyamoto Ichiro's move. He hurriedly dodged to avoid it, but the blade scratched his shoulder, leaving a shallow wound.

Ichiro Miyamoto took the opportunity to stand up, pulled out a knife, and prepared to rejoin the battle.

This life-and-death duel is not over yet. Miyamoto Ichiro has resolved the crisis, and Xu Fu also feels a little anxious.

The two swordsmen continue to fight in the ruins of the temple. Their fate is still uncertain. Only time will tell who will be the final winner.

Swordsman Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu, who holds a golden sword, continue to fight desperately in the ruined temple.

Ichiro Miyamoto's eyes were firm. Although his body had been injured many times, he showed no weakness and held a knife in his hand to welcome Xu Fu's attack.

Xu Fu felt uneasy. He did not expect that Miyamoto Ichiro would have such a tenacious will to survive.

The golden long sword flashed in his hand, trying to find an opportunity to break through Miyamoto Ichiro's defense.

He knew that if the opportunity was missed, the situation could be reversed.

The figures of the two men intertwined among the ruins of the ruined temple. The light of the sword and the golden light of Chang Ge reflected each other in the dim environment.

Ichiro Miyamoto's sword skills are steady and accurate, and the knife in his hand is like the last hope for the continuation of life.

Xu Fu's Changge danced like a dragon, and his attack was swift and merciless.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed across, and Xu Fu's Chang Ge was shot down by Miyamoto Ichiro's knife. The golden Chang Ge drew an arc in the air, and then landed heavily on the stone ground of the temple.

A trace of victory flashed in Ichiro Miyamoto's eyes.

Xu Fu felt a sense of despair, but he did not give up.

He quickly bent down, picked up the pieces of Changge on the ground, and then quickly backed away, keeping his distance.

He knew he was now at a disadvantage and needed to reassess the situation.

Ichiro Miyamoto did not pursue rashly, he knew that Xu Fu was still a dangerous opponent.

The two of them stood between the ruins of the temple, breathing rapidly and still clearly experiencing pain.

Their eyes met each other, and they both understood that this duel was far from over.

In this abandoned temple, the two swordsmen continued to wait for the next round of decisive battle.

Their swords and guns, full of determination and tenacity, will continue to dance under the moonlight until the final victory or defeat is determined.

In that abandoned temple, Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu stood on the edge of the confrontation. Both swordsmen were covered in scars, but their eyes still burned with unyielding determination.

Xu Fu lifted up the fragment of the golden Changge. The weapon that was no longer complete still exuded a mysterious light.

His eyes were cold and showed no slack.

He knew that the duel would continue and that victory could still be his.

Ichiro Miyamoto picked up his knife. The blade was already a bit dull, but he did not flinch.

His lips were pursed and his expression was determined, confident that he could turn the tide of the battle.

He is a true warrior who never gives up.

The battle broke out again, the two figures intertwined in the ruins, the sword light and golden light changed rapidly.

Ichiro Miyamoto's attacks became more fierce. He was no longer limited to defense, but took the initiative to try to break Xu Fu's defense.

Xu Fu responded calmly, and the fragments of Chang Ge turned into a golden whirlwind, fending off Miyamoto Ichiro's attacks one by one.

Then, he suddenly counterattacked, and Chang Ge stabbed Miyamoto Ichiro in the abdomen. Miyamoto Ichiro barely escaped, but was still scratched by Chang Ge.

Ichiro Miyamoto felt pain, but he did not stop. He knew that only by constant pressure could he maintain his advantage.His sword skills became sharper, and every swing of his sword carried a fatal threat.

Xu Fu didn't show any weakness. The fragments of his Changge danced in the air like golden flames.

He tried to find a flaw in Miyamoto Ichiro, but the latter stayed vigilant and did not give him a chance.

Time passed in this life-and-death duel, and the two swordsmen's physical strength gradually depleted, but their fighting spirit remained firm.

They fight in this ruins for honor and dignity, and to become the final winner.

This is a desperate showdown between warriors that determines their future destiny.

In the ruins of that ruined temple, the fight between swordsman Ichiro Miyamoto and Xu Fu, who holds a golden sword, continues to escalate.

Their bodies were shrouded in pain, but their unwavering determination still burned in their hearts.

Ichiro Miyamoto's sword skills became more sophisticated. He targeted every flaw in Xu Fu's body, trying to find a fatal blow.

His knife danced like water, each swing carrying a deadly threat.

He knew this was his last chance and he couldn't hesitate any longer.

Xu Fu didn't show any weakness. The fragments of his Changge danced like golden dragons, facing Miyamoto Ichiro's offensive.

His eyes were still cold, showing no trace of panic.

He knew he had to stay calm and look for opportunities.

Suddenly, there was a harsh metal collision, and Miyamoto Ichiro's knife merged with the fragments of Xu Fu's Changge, sparking.

The two swordsmen's eyes met, as if conveying a silent challenge at this moment.

Their bodies were like whirlwinds in the battle, the light of swords and golden light intertwined, and the ruins of the temple became witnesses of their battle.

Sweat had soaked their clothes, but their determination remained unbreakable.

Both Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu understood that this duel was not only a physical contest, but also a spiritual competition.

They are willing to sacrifice everything for their own honor and for that moment of victory.

The battle continues in the ruins, and no one knows who the final winner will be, but this duel will become a legend, passed down, and forever engraved in people's hearts.

In this abandoned temple, the fierce battle between Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu continued.Their swordsmanship has reached its peak, and every move and style contains the profound essence of martial arts.

Ichiro Miyamoto's sword skills were like a gust of wind. His knife was swung at an extremely fast speed, trying to penetrate Xu Fu's defense.

His eyes were focused and concentrated, intent on breaking his opponent's hold.

Xu Fu's body skills are also extremely flexible, and his golden long sword dances like a dragon out of the sea to meet the challenge of Miyamoto Ichiro.

His defense was impenetrable and every attack was deftly deflected.

The ruins of the temple have become the background of this duel. Stones flew everywhere and dust filled the air as the swords of the two collided.

Their breathing was quick and sweat was pouring, but no one was willing to admit defeat.

Suddenly, there was an attack without warning. Miyamoto Ichiro's knife was suddenly shot down by Xu Fu's Chang Ge. The blade drew an arc in the air and then fell on the ground of the temple.

Ichiro Miyamoto, holding an empty knife, was shocked and desperate.

Xu Fu saw the opportunity and stabbed Miyamoto Ichiro in the chest with his long sword.

But at the critical moment, Miyamoto Ichiro twisted around at incredible speed to avoid the fatal blow, then jumped into the air, rolled back, and avoided Xu Fu's pursuit.

Both swordsmen were exhausted by now, but their determination remained firm.

The atmosphere in the temple became more tense because the duel had entered the most critical moment.

They knew that victory or defeat would be decided in an instant, and that the honor of the samurai depended on their choices.

In this abandoned ruined temple, the battle between Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu entered a decisive stage.

The two swordsmen's breathing was rapid and sweat had blurred their vision, but their determination remained unbreakable.

Ichiro Miyamoto's knife was shot down, but he did not give up.

He dodged Xu Fu's fatal blow, then quickly drew out the short knife from his waist and prepared to fight again.His eyes flashed with determination, and he would never give in easily.

Xu Fu didn't stop either. The fragments of his Changge were still shining in the golden light.

He knew that now was his last chance and he must take this opportunity to defeat Miyamoto Ichiro.His attacks became more vicious, and every attack was accompanied by a roar.

The swordsmanship of the two men intertwined, and the blades and fragments of the Changge clashed in the air, making a sharp metallic collision sound.

Their bodies were like a storm in the battle, and the light of swords and golden light intertwined into a spectacular picture.

Suddenly, with a swift attack, Miyamoto Ichiro's short knife stabbed Xu Fu in the abdomen, but Xu Fu avoided the fatal blow with amazing reaction speed.

The fragment of his Changge swung at Miyamoto Ichiro's cheek, almost cutting his skin.

The bodies of Miyamoto Ichiro and Xu Fu are getting closer and closer, and they can almost feel each other's breathing.

This is the climax of a life-and-death duel, and every move may be the key to victory or defeat.

The atmosphere in the temple was extremely tense, and the people watching held their breath.

The two swordsmen have a final battle in this abandoned temple, and their fate depends on the last moment.

Ichiro Miyamoto snatched back his swords in an instant, and immediately took a stance, preparing to launch a counterattack.

His movements were quick and precise, and the knives and daggers in his hands were like mountains and rivers, moving forward bravely.

When Xu Fu saw this, his cold expression changed slightly. He knew that he couldn't be careless.

The fragment of his Changge waved again, and golden light shone in the ruins of the ruined temple.

This showdown will be the final contest that will decide the fate of the two.

Ichiro Miyamoto was determined to put all his strength into the blade, and his attacks became more ferocious.

He rushed forward suddenly, the light of his sword piercing the night sky like a shooting star, aiming at Xu Fu's body.

Not to be outdone, Xu Fu remained flexible and skillfully avoided Miyamoto Ichiro's fatal blow.

With a loud noise, the fragment of Xu Fu's Chang Ge collided with Miyamoto Ichiro's knife again, making a deafening metal collision sound.

The power of the two swordsmen met at that moment, and the walls of the temple trembled.

Their eyes shone with firmness and unyielding determination. They knew that only this moment, only this duel, could determine the outcome.

In the abandoned ruined temple, the sword light of the two swordsmen continues to flicker. They will devote themselves wholeheartedly to this decisive battle that will determine their fate.

(End of this chapter)