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Chu He's arms softened, Mu Yingjin jumped for a moment, and landed firmly on the ground.

The devilish energy struck again, and Mu Yingjin had to resist the devilish energy, and couldn't even take a look at Chu He.

Yu Feng sarcastically laughed from the demonic energy.

"Tsk tsk, what an affectionate scene, dying for the one you love, Mu Yingjin, don't worry, I'll send you to meet right away!"

Mu Yingjin's eyes were bloodshot, and she frantically mobilized her Wenqi, trying her best to protect Chu He who fell on the ground.

It's just that there is not much literary energy in her body, and if she wants to protect Chu He, she has to leak a lot of evil energy.

Those devil qi turned into magic knives and slashed heavily on Mu Yingjin's body, and it was already bloody in a short while.

No, no one can hurt him!

This is the only thought in Mu Yingjin's mind right now.

I don't know what to think, just this one thought.

Nothing to do with affection, nothing to do with feelings.

Just because Chu He saved her just now.

That was the first time she saw someone who could stand in front of her without hesitation.

For this, it is enough.

Just how long can the literary spirit last?

Not long after, the cultural energy in Mu Yingjin's body was exhausted.

It seems like a long time, but in fact it is just a stick of incense.

Coupled with the fact that there is a demonic energy blocking the house, even those great Confucian scholars will need a lot of effort to detect it.

It seems that they can't wait for the great Confucianists to come.

Mu Yingjin's face was still stern and resolute.

She herself knows her situation.

Even so, so what?

The sword intent in her heart has never flinched!

Suddenly, the literary energy was exhausted, and a wave of devilish energy struck, but the long sword could not resist it.

Looks like he's going to die.

As a Confucian scholar, it seems not bad to die here.

Mu Yingjin's eyes were fixed on the devilish energy.

Even if she died, she couldn't close her eyes!

"Obviously a Confucian scholar, how can he cultivate sword intent better than sword repair?"

A laugh came from behind Mu Yingjin.

Mu Yingjin suddenly opened her eyes wide, feeling a burst of literary energy, and wrapped herself up.

The devilish energy in front of him was also like a piece of paper, cracking inch by inch.

Chu He walked slowly in front of Mu Yingjin, his expression still unstable, and the knife behind him was still dripping with blood.

But when Chu He walked up to Mu Yingjin, Mu Yingjin couldn't help but relax.

It seems that behind this person, she doesn't have to worry.

"Tsk tsk, Chu He, isn't he dead? Hiding behind the woman just now is really relaxing."

The monster Yufeng laughed sarcastically.

Chu He didn't take it seriously, and smiled lightly: "What do you know, this is called keeping a low profile."

"So what, when you were at the peak of your literary energy, you were no match for me, but now that your literary energy is not stable, what can you do!"

Yu Feng sneered, gathered all his devilish energy, and smashed heavily at Chu He.

"I don't know if you have seen it before, a sword technique that falls from the sky."

Chu He chuckled, picked up Mu Yingjin's long sword from the ground, and hung it upside down by his side.

Mu Yingjin's eyes widened.

How dare he use my sword!

How dare he use my sword!

Mu Yingjin lay on the ground and resisted silently.

But in front of him, only Chu He chuckled.

The upside-down long sword, facing the demonic energy, slowly raised it.

In an instant, the turbulent cultural energy between heaven and earth swarmed towards Chu He.

Above the house, a huge vortex was formed.

The entire National Scholars Academy was engulfed in it.

The disciples of the Inner and Outer Courts who were watching the Wenbian suddenly found that the literary energy in their bodies was diminishing like the wind disappearing.

"What's going on, why is there less literary energy in my body!"

"They're all gathering in that direction!"

"What happened, is there any Confucianism advanced!"

Many disciples had no intention of watching the debate, and were bustling with each other.

On the stage, a group of Confucian scholars stood up abruptly, and Elder Gong stared wide-eyed, saying incredulously.

"Excuse me! Has a saint appeared?"

"How is this possible! How can there be a saint in the National Scholars Academy? How long has the saint not appeared!"

Long Xi, who had just come back, looked extremely pale, clenched his fists, and said in a low voice.

"That's the direction of Yufeng!"

"Before I came, Chu He said that he was going to visit Yu Feng."

What happened to Chu He?

A group of Confucian scholars looked at each other anxiously.

The dean made a decisive decision, and shouted in a deep voice: "Mr. Gong is here to stabilize the disciples, and I will go to check with Longxi and others!"

After a word, all of a sudden, everyone disappeared.

Feeling the literary spirit around him, Chu He suddenly burst out laughing.

"Is this the feeling of gathering the cultural energy of heaven and earth!"

"Is this the meaning of the saint!"

Just when he was injured and fell to the ground, a thought suddenly appeared in Chu He's mind.

Can you use Xuezhong as a guide to gather all the literary spirits of the people who have seen Xuezhong in the entire Guoshi Academy to yourself.

After lying on the ground for a while to recover, Chu He stimulated the energy in his body, trying to seduce him.

I didn't expect it to be a success!

But at this moment, the entire Guoshi Academy, from the third-rank Confucian scholars to the seventh-rank Confucian scholars, all of them are swarming here.

One person owns one hospital!

"How is it possible! How can you have such a strong literary spirit!"

Amidst the devilish energy, Yu Feng's frightened voice came.

Chu He laughed three times and swung his long sword. For a moment, his eyes were suddenly as clear as snow.

Then read aloud.

"Don't you see, the water of the great river comes up from the sky! It rushes to the sea and never returns!"

Suddenly, just behind Chu He, a huge waterfall appeared.

Water, an extremely soft thing, can be as sharp as a sword in a waterfall.

Under the waterfall, the water flowed rapidly and hit the ground heavily, forming a deep pit.

From top to bottom, flow to the distance.

Suddenly, Chu He jumped up, and the long sword in his hand fell down like a waterfall.

Yu Feng roared, and thousands of demonic energy gathered, trying to stop it.

But how can we stop the huge water flow falling from a thousand meters high?

The long sword wrapped around the huge waves, rushing down.

Wherever it went, the magic energy burst inch by inch.

Yufeng's real body emerged from the devilish energy.

"Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening."

With this sound, it slowed down a lot.

Behind Chu He, a huge building appeared. Under the building, thousands of black hairs gathered one after another, and after a while, they became as white as evening snow.

The long sword also changed from sharp to slow, like a stream, like a white hair, waving gently.

But while waving, the devilish energy seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, and slowly dispersed.

Then, a long sword stabbed out slowly.

Extremely slow, but unstoppable.

Pierce into the feather seal head.

"When it's warm and cold, it's hardest to breathe."

Wen Qi gathered on the head of the monster Yufeng, but it didn't explode, but slowly wrapped it and poured into it.

Under the surge of literary energy, Yu Feng slowly closed his eyes, and the devilish energy in his body dissipated.

The heart of Confucianism is broken, and the demonic energy is broken.

Yu Feng at this moment is an ordinary person.

In the silence, Yu Feng sighed softly.

"Is this the teaching of a saint?"

"Hehe, Chu He, the face of a saint."

"In the end, I was wrong."

Chu He didn't change his face, but said softly: "You can teach a child."

With a sound, Yufeng's body was gently dispersed, turned into literary energy, and entered the academy.