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I saw that Yu Feng was full of demonic energy, covering the room in darkness, and his speed was much faster.

In just a moment, he came in front of Chu He, and without moving his body, the devilish energy was like a palm, and he rushed in front of Chu He in an instant.

Chu He shouted angrily, resisting with great righteousness all over his body, and then his cultural energy turned into a sword, and slashed down.

"Kill a person in ten steps, and never stay behind!"

The long sword slashed down and pierced into Yufeng's door abruptly.

"Haha, such a strong literary spirit is worthy of Chu He!"

"It's a pity, if you give you time to grow, I'm afraid even I won't be an opponent, but now, you are going to die!"

The demonic energy surged, wrapping the Wenqi long sword in groups.

The long sword showed its sharpness, but it still couldn't resist the demonic energy.

It was blocked halfway.

Afterwards, the literary energy above the long sword, after all, is rootless water, gradually dissipating.

Chu He gritted his teeth, not feeling discouraged, and shouted softly.

"Huang Ai is scattered in the wind and bleak, and the clouds are lingering on the Jiange!"

With a mantra of kendo, thousands of cultural spirits turn into long swords.

In midair, there is no sword intent.

Only the autumn wind rustled out of thin air.

Mr. Zuiyin regretted this sword forever.

Its heart is regretful, like the autumn wind, like fallen leaves!

Chu He circulated the spiritual energy all over his body and gathered it in the air.

in the house.

Thousands of fallen leaves rise with the wind.

There is no sword intent in the wind, but Ye Ye is like a sword!

Behind Chu He, a dangerous peak suddenly appeared.

On the dangerous peak, there is a faint building.

The name is Jiange!

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, and the sky was covered with yellow dust.

Wenqi actually forced the devilish energy to retreat.

Unbelievable emotions emanated from Yu Feng's already out-of-control voice.

"No! Chu He!"

Seeing this, Yu Feng completely gave up attacking Chu He, gathered all the devilish energy around him, and tried to resist.

The yellow leaves all over the sky were like swords, and in an instant, the devilish energy around Yu Feng's body was pierced full of holes.

The magic energy gradually weakened, and Yu Feng's real body emerged.

Chance!

A cold light shot out of Chu He's eyes, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

The sky was full of wind and sand, engulfing Chu He, and suddenly appeared in front of Yu Feng.

The long sword stabbed fiercely into Yu Feng's heart.

Exploded with a bang!

Chu He was pushed back a few steps by the breath, and hit the wall heavily.

The energy in Chu He's body has long been disordered, and his body has been severely injured, and it is difficult to move for a while.

After struggling to take out the Futi Pill and Fusheng Pill, Chu He struggled to raise his head and stared at Yu Feng.

"Monster, you must die now."

The magic energy gradually dissipated, and Yu Feng's body appeared in the magic energy.

Chu He suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Chu He, you are really amazing, you actually forced me to come out with my real body."

The feather seal in the demonic energy has long lost its human form, and turned into a monster overflowing with demonic energy.

Fuck it, you can't kill you even if you are arrogant, what are you doing.

Chu He cursed in his heart.

In just a moment, the monster had already arrived in front of Chu He, and he raised his palm, about to shoot it down.

Chu He gritted his teeth, but was too immobilized by the magic pressure.

Even Shuling was suppressed and couldn't come out.

He has struggled for so long, is he going to die here today?

A chill flashed across Chu He's eyes, and he was about to explode the last literary energy in his body.

Sword Immortal Qinglian still has a sword.

With that sword, danger can be saved.

He just used his last literary energy to get together, once Chu He used that sword, Chu He's Confucianism would burst.

From this point of view, it has to be used.

rise!

Chu He was about to speak when he suddenly heard a soft voice.

"Yijian Hongchen concubine laughs!"

A sword intent soared into the sky, and suddenly rushed into the room.

The sword intent was so sharp that it tore the air apart.

"Another one!"

Yu Feng roared, and had to put away the magic palm that was about to slap Chu He, and instead defended against the sharp sword intent.

A gust of wind came and took Chu He a few steps away.

"Why did the National Scholars Academy produce such a monster?"

A pleasant voice like a silver bell came coldly from beside my ears.

Chu He looked up, Mu Yingjin frowned, cold and touching.

At this time, in Mu Yingjin's hand, it was no longer a cultural sword, but a real long sword.

Looking at the door again, it turned out that the monster Yufeng's magic energy retreated, and Mu Yingjin rushed in with a sword intent.

"Tsk tsk, Mu Yingjin, Chu He, since the two of you are affectionate and righteous, then I will make you a pair of desperate mandarin ducks!"

Yu Feng roared out, and the two whips formed by the magic energy suddenly swung out.

"Just by you, it's still far away!"

Mu Yingjin yelled, and waved her long sword in response.

After colliding with each other, there was a clanging sound.

The whip was beaten back, but Mu Yingjin groaned, and her fair face became paler.

Looking at the door again, it was once again heavily blocked by demonic energy.

Apparently, Yu Feng realized that someone outside could rush in and did it on purpose.

"Tsk, now you want to go out, but it's not as easy as coming in."

Chu He still had time to tease, and said with a light smile.

Mu Yingjin rolled his eyes at him, and asked while using his long sword to disperse the demonic energy.

"What should I do now, come up with a solution for me."

"Now that you are stronger than me, how can you make me think of a way." Chu He opened his eyes wide.

"Too lazy to use my brain."

Hearing such a confident response, Chu He choked for a moment.

Mu Yingjin suddenly said: "No, this monster can absorb my literary energy!"

In just a moment, one-third of the literary energy in her body had been consumed.

Even though her literary energy is not as strong as Chu He's, she is still a fourth-rank Confucian scholar. As a disciple of the Tianjiao List, her literary energy in her body is much more than that of an ordinary fourth-rank scholar. Why is it consumed so quickly!

This is absolutely not normal!

The monster Yufeng sneered and said: "Did you just find out? Chu He, thank you for your Wenqi long sword. If it weren't for your strong Wenqi, I wouldn't be so strong now haha!"

Chu He looked up innocently, looked at Mu Yingjin and said, "This is not my fault, I am not responsible."

Mu Yingjin supported Chu He with one hand, and brandished a long sword with the other to resist the demonic energy. He had no time to use his hands at all. Hearing this, he jumped up angrily and kicked Chu He's ass.

"Fuck? How do you still have this ability?"

Chu He felt himself dangling like dried fish hanging on Mu Yingjin's arm, and couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

"Still talkative, I can hold on for another quarter of an hour at most!"

Mu Yingjin said angrily.

It's just that as soon as the words were finished, Mu Yingjin's mind was distracted, and a devilish energy leaked out.

The demonic gas turned into a knife and slashed at Mu Yingjin's right arm fiercely.

Mu Yingjin couldn't draw the sword in time, and watched helplessly as the knife got closer and closer to him.

A grunt!

Mu Yingjin opened her eyes wide, watching Chu He in front of her forcefully carry her on her shoulders.

The magic knife slammed heavily on Chu He's back.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Chu He's face suddenly became pale and bloodless.

Mu Yingjin could only feel the strength of Chu He's arms, tightly holding her in his arms.

It seems that the sky is falling and the earth is falling, and he will not let go.

She could only watch helplessly as Chu He fell slowly.

"Chu He!"