From one person to nine to five

Chapter 803 Ghost Tiger (2)

"Central Plains Swordsman, you lose!" Guihu Ichihu's voice echoed in the air like thunder. He swung his samurai sword again, and the blade light was like a black lightning, instantly slashing towards Xu Fu.

Xu Fu knew that this was his last chance. He struggled to stand up. Although his body was injured, there was still no fear in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and began to gather all his internal strength. His body exuded a powerful aura, which collided with Guihu Yihu's witchcraft, making a "sizzling" sound.

Xu Fu's "Qingfeng" sword was unsheathed again, and the sword light was like a breeze, instantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft. His sword light was like lightning, constantly slashing at those black rays.

Guihu Yihu's witchcraft gradually lost its power under his sword light, and the black light began to become thinner. Guihu Yihu's samurai sword carried a violent momentum, and wherever the blade passed, the air was torn into black cracks.

His witchcraft and swordsmanship were perfectly integrated, as if the entire world was shrouded in darkness. Xu Fu stood there, his body trembling slightly, but his eyes were as bright as cold stars.

He knew that if he could not break this attack, he would have no chance of survival. Xu Fu's "Qingfeng" sword trembled slightly in his hand, as if he was also excited about the upcoming decisive battle.

He took a deep breath, gathered all his internal energy in his dantian, and then slowly moved it to his limbs and bones. A layer of light green light began to spread around his body, which was like the warm sun in spring, forming a sharp contrast with Guihu Yihu's dark witchcraft.

Xu Fu slowly raised his sword, with the tip pointing at Guihu Yihu. The sword body trembled slightly, as if waiting for its master's order.

Guihu Yihu's sword had already reached the middle of the attack, and the black sword light was like a violent dragon, rushing towards Xu Fu with a breath of destruction.

A trace of determination flashed in Xu Fu's eyes, and his sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling light. That light was like the dawn, instantly dispelling the darkness around him.

His sword drew an arc with a wonderful trajectory, and the sword light was like a breeze, instantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft.

"Qingfeng Sword Technique" is Xu Fu's famous skill. His sword technique is light and graceful, like a spring breeze, seemingly gentle, but actually contains endless power. The sword light and the knife light collided in the air, making a "sizzling" sound, as if two completely different forces were tearing each other apart.

Xu Fu's sword light was like lightning, constantly slashing at the black rays. Every time the sword light flashed, the black rays would be weakened a little.

A hint of surprise appeared on Guihu Yihu's face. Although his witchcraft was powerful, it gradually lost its power under the sword light of Xu Fu.

He kept swinging his samurai sword, trying to intensify the attack of the witchcraft, but Xu Fu's swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing water, and every sword strike accurately hit the weakness of the witchcraft.

The black light became thinner and thinner under Xu Fu's sword light, like a haze dispelled by the sun. Xu Fu's sword skills became faster and faster, and his body was like a dancing butterfly, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

His sword light was like a breeze, constantly shuttling through Guihu Yihu's witchcraft. Although Guihu Yihu's witchcraft was powerful, it seemed a little weak in front of Xu Fu's swordsmanship.

Although his sword light was violent, it gradually lost its brilliance under Xu Fu's sword light. Xu Fu's sword light was like lightning, constantly slashing at those black lights.

His sword skills were light and graceful, like a spring breeze, seemingly gentle, but actually containing endless power. His sword light was like a breeze, constantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft.

His swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing water, and every strike of his sword accurately hit the weak spot of the witchcraft. Gui Hu Yihu showed a trace of panic on his face. Although his witchcraft was powerful, it seemed a little powerless in front of Xu Fu's swordsmanship.

Although his sword light was violent, it gradually lost its brilliance under Xu Fu's sword light. His witchcraft became increasingly thinner under Xu Fu's sword light, like a haze dispelled by the sun.

A trace of ferocity flashed across Guihu Yihu's face, and he realized that he could not continue to passively take the beating. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he clenched the samurai sword with both hands. The blade began to tremble slightly, as if accumulating a powerful force.

Suddenly, he shouted loudly, and rushed forward like a ferocious beast. His sword skills changed instantly, no longer violent and disordered as before, but became extremely sharp.

The knife light was like a straight black lightning, instantly stretched into a straight line, pointing directly at Xu Fu's chest. This move was called "Ghost Howl", one of Gui Hu Yi Hu's unique skills. The knife technique was simple and direct, but it contained endless murderous intent.

Wherever the knife light passed, the air was torn into black cracks, as if even the heaven and earth were shaken by the power of this knife.

Xu Fu's eyes flashed with solemnity. He could feel the horror of the knife. He knew that if he was hit by the knife, he would have no chance of survival.

His body leaned back slightly, his toes lightly tapped the ground, and his whole body retreated in an instant like a nimble swallow.

However, Guihu Ichihu's sword light followed him closely like a shadow, as if he could not get rid of it no matter what.

Xu Fu's "Qingfeng" sword was unsheathed again, and the sword light was like a breeze, instantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft. His swordsmanship was light and elegant, like a spring breeze, seemingly gentle, but actually contained endless power.

The sword light was like lightning, constantly slashing at the black light. His sword skills were like flowing water, and every time he struck the sword, he accurately hit the weak point of the witchcraft.

Gui Hu Yi Hu's sword flashed like a straight black lightning, slashing towards Xu Fu. Although his sword technique was simple, it was extremely sharp.

Wherever the blade passed, the air was torn into black cracks. His witchcraft and swordsmanship were perfectly integrated, as if the entire world was shrouded in darkness.

Xu Fu's sword light was like lightning, constantly slashing at the black light. His sword skills were light and graceful, like a spring breeze, seemingly gentle, but actually containing endless power.

His sword light was like a breeze, constantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft. His sword skills were like flowing water, and every time he struck the sword, he accurately hit the weak point of the witchcraft.

Gui Hu Yi Hu's sword flashed like a straight black lightning, slashing towards Xu Fu. Although his sword technique was simple, it was extremely sharp.

Wherever the blade passed, the air was torn into black cracks. His witchcraft and swordsmanship were perfectly integrated, as if the entire world was shrouded in darkness.

Xu Fu's sword light was like lightning, constantly slashing at the black light. His sword skills were light and graceful, like a spring breeze, seemingly gentle, but actually containing endless power.

His sword light was like a breeze, constantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft. His sword skills were like flowing water, and every time he struck the sword, he accurately hit the weak point of the witchcraft.

Facing the sword light from Guihu Yihu that was piercing towards him like black lightning, a calm smile flashed across Xu Fu's face.

His body instantly turned into a light shadow, as if blending into the surrounding air, dodging Guihu Yihu's seemingly invulnerable knife. Guihu Yihu's blade brushed past Xu Fu's clothes, bringing up a strand of cloth, but failed to hurt him at all. Xu Fu's counterattack was like the spring breeze, silent but omnipresent.

His "Three Swords of the Breeze" is one of his unique skills. Each sword contains the natural power of heaven and earth. It looks gentle, but is actually extremely sharp. His swordsmanship is perfectly integrated with his internal strength. Every time he strikes the sword, it is like a breeze blowing on your face, but it also carries endless murderous intent.

The first sword, the breeze blowing on his face, Xu Fu slowly raised his sword, with the tip of the sword pointing to the sky, as if he was talking to the heaven and the earth.

His swordsmanship was light and graceful, and the sword light was like a breeze, instantly penetrating Gui Hu Yi Hu's witchcraft. The sword light drew a graceful arc in the air, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, with a hint of gentleness but incomparably firm power.

The target of this sword was Guihu Yihu's left shoulder. The sword light was like a breeze, instantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft defense line and pointing directly at his left shoulder.

A hint of surprise appeared on Guihu Yihu's face. He didn't expect Xu Fu's swordsmanship to be so light and agile.

He leaned slightly to the side, trying to dodge the sword, but Xu Fu's sword light followed him closely like a shadow.

The sword light left a trail of afterimages in the air, as if looking for the best opportunity. The second sword, the breeze breaks the dawn, Xu Fu's swordsmanship changes instantly, the sword light is like a dawn, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield.

His swordsmanship became more fierce, and the sword light was like lightning, constantly slashing at Guihu Yihu's witchcraft.

The target of this sword was Guihu Yihu's right arm. The sword light was like a ray of light at dawn, instantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft defense line and pointing directly at his right arm.

A trace of panic appeared on Guihu Yihu's face. Although his witchcraft was powerful, it seemed somewhat powerless under the sword light of Xu Fu.

Although his sword light was violent, it gradually lost its brilliance under Xu Fu's sword light. His witchcraft became increasingly thinner under Xu Fu's sword light, like a haze dispelled by the sun.

Xu Fu's sword light was like lightning, constantly slashing at the black light. His sword skills were light and graceful, like a spring breeze, seemingly gentle, but actually containing endless power.

His sword light was like a breeze, constantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft. His sword skills were like flowing water, and every time he struck the sword, he accurately hit the weak point of the witchcraft.

The third sword, Qingfeng Guiyuan, Xu Fu's swordsmanship instantly reached its peak, the sword light was like a breeze, instantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft. His swordsmanship was like flowing water, and every time he struck the sword, he accurately hit the weakness of the witchcraft.

The target of this sword was Guihu Yihu's chest. The sword light was like a breeze, instantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft defense line and pointing directly at his chest.

A trace of despair appeared on Guihu Yihu's face. Although his witchcraft was powerful, it seemed somewhat powerless under the sword light of Xu Fu.

Although his sword light was violent, it gradually lost its brilliance under Xu Fu's sword light. His witchcraft became increasingly thinner under Xu Fu's sword light, like a haze dispelled by the sun.

Xu Fu's sword light was like lightning, constantly slashing at the black light. His sword skills were light and graceful, like a spring breeze, seemingly gentle, but actually containing endless power.

His sword light was like a breeze, constantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft. His sword skills were like flowing water, and every time he struck the sword, he accurately hit the weak point of the witchcraft.

Although Guihu Yihu's sword light was violent, it gradually lost its brilliance under Xu Fu's sword light. His witchcraft became increasingly thinner under Xu Fu's sword light, like a haze dispelled by the sun.

Xu Fu's sword light was like lightning, constantly slashing at the black light.

His swordsmanship is light and graceful, like a spring breeze. It seems gentle, but in fact it contains endless power.

Although Guihu Yihu's body fell, his eyes flickered with unwillingness. His voice was low and cold, as if it came from hell: "Zhongyuan Swordsman, do you think you can defeat me like this? My witchcraft ghost sword is the real end!"

There was a powerful force in his words, as if he was summoning some unknown terrifying existence.

Guihu Yihu's body suddenly trembled slightly in the air. He quickly formed seals with his hands in front of his chest, and black runes emerged from his palms like dark ripples, instantly filling the entire battlefield.

These runes seemed to have their own lives. They danced in the air, constantly converging, and finally formed a huge black vortex.

In the center of the vortex, a black light gradually condensed and formed a huge knife shadow. This knife shadow was not a physical entity, but it exuded a suffocating dark aura, as if it could swallow up all light.

Gui Hu Yihu's witchcraft ghost sword finally showed its true power.

"Go, my ghost sword!" Guihu Yihu's voice was full of fanaticism. He swung his hands violently in the air, and the huge black sword shadow instantly slashed towards Xu Fu.

The speed of the knife shadow was so fast that it was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye. It carried a destructive force, as if it was going to split Xu Fu's body in two.

Wherever the blade passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound. The surrounding environment seemed to be distorted by this dark power, and even time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Xu Fu's eyes flashed with solemnity. He could feel the horror of this witchcraft ghost knife. He knew that if he was hit by this knife, he would have no chance of survival. However, Xu Fu did not retreat.

His body instantly turned into a light shadow, as if blending into the surrounding air, dodging the seemingly invulnerable sword of Guihu Yihu. His sword was still tightly held in his hand, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if waiting for the best opportunity.

Xu Fu's sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, and his swordsmanship changed instantly, from light and elegant to extremely sharp.

His sword was like a breeze, instantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft, and the sword light was like lightning, constantly slashing at those black rays. Xu Fu's swordsmanship was like flowing water, and every time he struck the sword, he accurately hit the weakness of the witchcraft.

Although Guihu Yihu's witchcraft and ghost sword were powerful, they seemed somewhat powerless under Xu Fu's sword light. Xu Fu's sword light was like a breeze, constantly penetrating Guihu Yihu's witchcraft.

His swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing water, and every strike of his sword accurately hit the weak point of the witchcraft.

(End of this chapter)