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The last three words that will enter the wine.

Chu He didn't pronounce these three words before, because in an instant, he realized the meaning of these three words.

Eternal sorrow.

What is the worry.

On the one hand, this is the worry of Qinglian sword fairy Li Bai.

The worry is that the official career is not going well, and the worry is that the ambition cannot be displayed.

Broadly speaking, this is Datang's worry.

What is worrying is the hatred of the family and the country, and what is worrying is the decline of the Tang Dynasty.

However, there is another worry.

When Qinglian sword fairy Li Bai was creating, there were only two kinds.

And the third type seems to be the sorrow that Li Bai felt when he was no longer the Li Bai of that world, and it is very likely that he became a saint.

But these three words can cover it.

So when these three words appeared, what erupted must be the strongest blow of Sword Immortal Qinglian.

It is the strongest blow of Qinglian Sword Immortal, not the strongest blow of Chu He, who has the aura of a saint and has become a half-sage of Confucianism and Taoism and a half-sage of swordsmanship.

Chu He, just a medium.

The last three words appear.

Chu He slowly raised his heart sword Wusu.

In an instant, the situation suddenly changed.

A powerful sword intent suddenly rose from the entire Liangjie Mountain.

This sword intent is stronger than the sword intent summoned by half-step sword master Deng A.

This sword intent contains supreme literary energy.

This sword intent is a fusion of literary energy and sword energy.

The long sword was raised slowly, but there was no vision.

But the whole world, in an instant, seemed to have become the foil of the long sword.

No, it's not that the sky and the earth have become the foil of the long sword, but that the long sword is the whole world.

This is the strongest sword of Sword Immortal Qinglian.

The sage speaks, and the words follow the law.

The world trembled.

In an instant, an absurd scene suddenly appeared in the eyes of the ghost emperor who had been promoted to a half-step ghost fairy.

The sky and the earth slowly lifted up and pressed towards him.

And the root of the world lies in the long sword in Chu He's hand.

"Do not!"

The Ghost Emperor roared crazily, and the coercion of a half-step Ghost Immortal continued to radiate in all directions. Countless ghost auras rushed over, trying to stop Chu He.

However, it didn't work.

Chu He chuckled and spoke slowly.

"You are a half-step ghost fairy, and I am a half-step saint, and a half-step sword master."

"My two saints are one, and there are saints to help."

"What are you fighting me with?"

With a chuckle, the long sword fell slowly.

The speed is extremely slow, but no one can move.

This is the coercion of heaven and earth, even half-step ghosts and immortals, there is absolutely no way to stop it.

Unless the ghosts and immortals come in person, there is no existence that can save the ghost emperor.

With a bang, the long sword fell.

In the majestic and complicated literary atmosphere, the ghost emperor's figure gradually disappeared.

The long sword swung across, and there was no ghost emperor in the world anymore.

The first half-step ghost fairy in the ghost world in a hundred years has fallen!

The half-step Ghost Immortal who had been promoted for less than a minute was wiped out without using any abilities.

This is the power of the saint!

One Setsuna, the ghostly spirit scattered.

Chu He can only obliterate the existence of the ghost emperor, but not the ghost energy in the ghost emperor's body.

As a half-step ghost fairy who has just been promoted, the ghost aura in Ghost Emperor's body is huge enough to absorb twelve ghost kings at the same time.

In the next moment, eight powerful ghost auras rose up suddenly, rushing into the air where Chu He was.

Evil ghost king, Hades ghost king!

Wen Xiang, who was on the ground, was startled suddenly.

Do the eight ghost kings want to take this opportunity to kill Chu He?

But contrary to everyone's expectations, the eight ghost kings had no intention of getting close to Chu He at all.

They just stared at Chu He from a distance, and then continuously absorbed the ghost energy scattered after the fall of the ghost emperor in the air.

The evil ghost king, Ming ghost king and the two ghost kings were still constantly afraid of Chu He, as if worried that Chu He would not know when he would do something.

But the majestic ghost aura scattered in the air deeply attracted them.

Even though there was a chance they could die because of Chu He, they seemed to be taking a gamble.

Betting that Chu He just finished killing the ghost emperor and a half-step ghost fairy, and he has no energy left to continue killing them.

But they didn't dare to get close to Chu He, fearing that their behavior would make Chu He burst out with his final strength.

Thus, the ridiculous picture now formed.

Chu He stood in the air, looking at the eight ghost kings in the distance.

The eight ghost kings, on the other hand, were like rats stealing oil, constantly turning their heads to stare at Chu He, fear flashed in their eyes, but they did not dare to take the initiative to move forward, and even wanted to retreat.

The two, with each other, unexpectedly formed a delicate balance.

In fact, Chu He really has no spare energy to take care of them.

The literary energy in his body has been exhausted by the sword just now.

The burning cultural energy has also been extinguished, and it is only because of the sage breath remaining in his body that he is still able to support him from passing out.

If it weren't for the presence of a sage, he would probably be unconscious now.

Wen Xin felt the sharp pain in his body again.

Within Wenhai, the huge blue ocean was exhausted once again.

Wenqi was running out, but he couldn't pass out yet.

He must persevere until the end, completely frighten the eight ghost kings, and let the eight ghost kings leave.

Today's human race has no power to resist the impact of even a ghost king.

As the hope of all races, he didn't want to be attacked by the eight ghost kings after he tried his best to solve the ghost emperor who had been promoted to half a step ghost fairy.

Seeing that the ghost emperor's ghost qi had been divided by the eight ghost kings, the evil ghost king Ming Guiwang seemed to be aware of something, and he was still a little reluctant, and kept looking at himself.

Chu He sneered and said lightly.

"After absorbing the Ghost Emperor's ghost energy, get out of here."

With a cold shout, the saintly spirit in his body was startled, and the whole world trembled.

The eight ghost kings didn't have any chances anymore, and left quickly one by one, looking extremely funny.

Chu He suddenly relaxed when he saw the eight ghost kings leave.

Then, his eyes went dark and he passed out completely.

This is already the limit of his persistence.

In the next moment, Chu He only felt the sound of air currents around him.

Hehe, I couldn't even make it to the ground at the end.

Now it's 100 meters high.

I don't know if the body of this third-rank Confucian can withstand the fall from a height of 100 meters.

A generation of human geniuses, newly promoted third-rank Confucians, wouldn't fall to their deaths from a high altitude, right?

Then he was really the first Confucian who fell to his death because of being too high.

Presumably it will go down in the history books?

The human literati who looked up at the sky on the ground suddenly saw Chu He's figure in the air shake a little bit, and then fell straight down.

In an instant, there was an uproar of voices.

"He didn't slow down!"

Wen Xiang suddenly yelled, and the last trace of literary energy gushed out, but it failed to support him to float.

The last sliver of literary spirit was no longer enough to insist that he rise into the midair.