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Is this the strength of a peak ghost king?

Wang Mang and Xiao Feng opened their eyes wide, looking at the Snake Ghost King in disbelief.

Chu He's strength can be completely determined, much stronger than the two of them.

Just from the very beginning, they were also shaken, and the three of them flew out at the same time, but it was obvious that Chu He was unscathed.

But it was Chu He who was crushed to death by the Snake Ghost King within five breaths.

With such strength, killing them is really easier than crushing a bug.

What else can I do?

Can they still save Chu He?

While thinking about it, there was a crisp cracking sound.

click.

Under the gaze of the two, the black curtain lingering between the heaven and the earth suddenly shattered like glass.

A powerful breath of literary spirit descended on the horizon.

Wenxiang!

Wenxiang smashed the shady scene!

Chu He! Be sure to hold on!

Wang Mang secretly cheered Chu He up.

The Snake Ghost King sensed the powerful literary energy behind him, turned his head, casually dropped a killing ghost energy, and sneered.

"The big fish took the bait."

Wen Xiang was dressed in a green robe and sneered in the air without wind.

"It's not certain who took the bait."

The Snake Ghost King sneered.

"It is said that the mouths of human literati are harder than meteorites from outside the sky. It seems that the reputation is well-deserved. At this moment, do you think you still have any hope of defeating me?"

Wen Xiang shook his head, his eyes fixed on the murderous black air.

His vision slowed down a step because he was dragged by the Snake Ghost King.

When he looked at Gui Qi, Gui Qi had already arrived in front of Chu He.

But Chu He could only watch, helpless.

"Hahaha, you came in, but Chu He can only die."

The snake ghost king laughed a few times, and the snake letter kept spitting out.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the ghostly aura.

"Kanglong has regrets!"

With one palm, the blood is like a dragon!

Xiao Feng's eyes were fixed on the ghost energy in front of him, and the turbulent ghost energy caused ripples, almost enveloping him in it.

Is he crazy? will die!

Wang Mang looked at Xiao Feng's things in surprise, but in the next second, his figure also disappeared in place.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, which are full of energy and blood like a dragon, did block the ghost energy for a moment, but that's all.

The crazy ghost energy felt the qi, blood, and martial energy surge wildly, as if it was going to swallow Xiao Feng in the next second.

"What the hell, Chu He! If you can't save me, I will never end with you!"

Wang Mang gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, and suddenly appeared in front of Ghost Qi, and immediately after seeing the strength of the third-rank martial artist at a glance, he punched down.

Martial energy suddenly burst in the face of ghost energy!

With a bang, the ghost energy was blocked for another moment!

is that useful?

Wang Mang stared at the ghost energy with his eyes, but found in despair that after being shaken away by his martial energy for a moment, the ghost energy quickly recovered and wrapped his right fist.

Is there really no hope?

Could it be that not only Chu He is going to die today, but Wang Mang is also going to put himself in it?

"Snake Ghost King!"

Wang Mang went crazy, screaming continuously, using all his martial energy, taking advantage of the last moment, he punched with his left hand, aimed at the ghost energy, and punched it.

boom!

The ghostly aura diffused, but it started to tear Wang Mang's right hand continuously as if hitting cotton.

With a scream, Wang Mang rolled to the side, constantly using martial energy to drive away the ghost energy.

"Xiao Feng! Let's go!"

He shouted at Xiao Feng.

Chu He is doomed to die, Xiao Feng staying where he is is just sending one person away for nothing.

At this time, we must retain enough combat power to assist Wen Xiang!

Xiao Feng didn't leave, he was full of energy and blood like a dragon, his lips moved lightly.

The ghost aura had already enveloped half of his body, and the ghost aura was only one foot away from Chu He.

And all this happened in just an instant.

Wang Mang sighed.

Ghost energy entered his body, Xiao Feng was hopeless.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost energy will rush to Chu He, and Chu He is already hopeless.

Xiao Feng punched it down.

Kanglong has regrets!

However, not in the face of ghosts.

Wang Mang suddenly opened his eyes wide, watching Xiao Feng punch Chu He hard for the last time.

He's crazy?

At this time, by attacking Chu He, in exchange for the favor of the Snake Ghost King?

In exchange for immortality?

Is it really?

Is this Xiao Feng?

Wang Mang felt heartbroken for a moment.

But in the next second, Wang Mang opened his eyes wide and looked at Xiao Feng in disbelief.

No, his punch is to shake off the ghost energy on Chu He's body and help Chu He get rid of the ghost energy erosion!

In this way, Chu He can recover!

Suddenly, Xiao Feng punched Chu He hard.

Chu He roared, and the pain suddenly hit him.

Immediately afterwards, Qi, Blood and Martial Qi burst out suddenly, blowing across Chu He's body like a strong wind.

Chu He had a ghostly aura all over his body, and he kept making sharp screams, which were extremely ear-piercing.

It worked!

With a punch of Qi and Blood, more than half of the ghost aura on Chu He's body was stripped out abruptly.

Although there are still residues, it is enough!

When Chu He was haunted by ghost energy, although he was unable to take care of the outside world, his attention still did not relax.

The moment Xiao Feng punched down, he understood what Xiao Feng wanted to do.

The moment the ghost energy was blown away by the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, the ghost energy had completely wrapped Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng let out a muffled grunt, and turned into a stream of light, entering Chu He's body.

Covered by a ghostly aura, no one noticed this streak of light except Chu He.

However, that murderous ghost aura was already approaching Chu He.

Three inches!

Chu He raised his head with difficulty and tried his best to see the direction of the ghost energy clearly.

Two inches!

Chu He is finished, with his current state, it is absolutely impossible to use classical Chinese to avoid this ghostly aura.

Wang Mang closed his eyes in despair.

Is this the result of Xiao Feng's death?

an inch!

Chu He already felt the ghostly aura that was close at hand, and was about to wrap himself up.

In the Setsuna room, the literary spirit bursts out, and the golden light shines!

A powerful breath came from Chu He's chest.

That murderous ghost hit Chu He with an indomitable momentum.

However, the next second.

boom!

A loud noise resounded, and that ghostly aura forcibly bumped into Chu He's face and dissipated out of thin air.

In front of Chu He, a blood-red shield-like light curtain loomed.

Sensing the breath, the Snake Ghost King suddenly turned his head, staring at Chu He with a pair of scarlet snake eyes.

Wang Mang stared blankly at Chu He, feeling the seemingly endless power of a saint contained in that aura, he couldn't help murmuring.

"Sage Cultural Treasure..."

boom!

And at the moment when the Snake Ghost King's attention was attracted, a powerful aura suddenly descended.

The Snake Ghost King let out a roar and twisted his body forcefully. Countless ghost qi surged wildly like huge waves.

There was only indifference in Wenxiang's eyes, and countless literary qi swarmed out of his body, slamming into the Snake Ghost King fiercely.