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In just a moment, the ghost general's aura climbed to the peak of the third rank, and he was only a hair away from reaching the second rank.

Ouyang Hong shouted loudly: "Chu He! The ghost general will improve his strength by devouring the strong human beings. We can't wait for him to adjust!"

Chu He narrowed his eyes slightly, and shouted in a cold voice: "You wait to recover quickly, leave it to me here!"

Then, Chu He shouted angrily, "Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River is coming from the sky!"

This is the word of Sword Immortal Qinglian. The last time Chu He gathered the literary spirit of the academy, he wanted to use this word, but he lost his memory later and didn't know what happened.

Qinglian Sword Immortal's words require a lot of literary energy. If it weren't for the gathering of the entire academy's literary energy last time, Chu He would not be able to use it at all.

But now he still has a lot of literary energy in his body, and if he can't use a complete poem, it shouldn't be a problem to use a single sentence.

During Setsuna, Wenqi long sword hangs upside down in the air.

Behind Chu He, a long river of waterfalls hanging high in the sky is faintly revealed.

"This is the image of poetry!"

Everyone in Li Jie exclaimed and looked at Chu He.

However, the waterfall and long river disappeared suddenly after only a moment, and then the literary energy gathered on the long sword.

Carrying the monstrous waterfall, gather here.

With a bang, everyone felt that their whole bodies were enveloped by the huge river, and the surging water flowed past them.

The ghost general seemed to sense the danger, roared, gathered ghost energy, and rushed towards Chu He head-on.

Chu He gritted his teeth, and slowly grasped the long sword with both hands.

The literary energy consumption of this word far exceeded his imagination, but in just a short moment, his literary energy was almost exhausted.

However, enough is enough.

Chu He yelled angrily, holding a sword in his right hand, the long sword carried a billowing waterfall, and chopped off the ghost general's head.

boom!

Bursts of thunder!

The entire meeting place seemed to be impacted by the long river, and suddenly shook twice.

Everyone looked at the sky, dumbfounded.

This sword, as if descended from the sky, is strong across the east and west.

The ghost howled in pain, but still couldn't resist.

The ghost spirit retreated steadily.

The things in the venue were automatic without wind, and floated into the air with the long river, like clouds.

Everyone hurriedly circulated their energy to protect their bodies so as not to be hit by heavy objects.

After a long time, the venue gradually calmed down.

Everyone quickly looked at Chu He.

I saw Chu He standing on the ground, his body as tall and straight as a sword.

However, the spirit in his hand has dissipated.

The Wen Qi in Chu He's body was completely exhausted, and he couldn't even support the Wen Qi long sword.

"Tsk, is this the word of Qinglian Sword Immortal? It's so strong."

Chu He looked at his hands.

There is no trace of literary energy in his body now.

Only the resurrection pill that he had eaten was spitting out energy, and he wanted to recover, but he didn't know how long it would take.

He had the feeling that even if he took the energy out of his body, the words just now were far from exerting their original power.

At the last moment, there was a small gap, and the last word "Hui" could not be used.

But even so, the ghost general should have been severely injured.

Chu He looked up at the opposite ghost general.

The ghost general was crawling on the ground, his upward momentum was indeed contained, and even half of his ghostly aura dissipated.

Unfortunately, that's all.

After all, that ghost general is a third-rank ghost cultivator. No matter how strong Chu He is, his literary spirit is only comparable to a fourth-rank ghost cultivator, far below the third-rank list.

Being able to seriously injure Ghost Cultivator is mostly due to that poem.

"It's still not dead! What kind of monster is this thing!"

Someone scolded angrily.

More people didn't even have the strength to scold, and despair gradually appeared in their eyes.

Even the disciples in the inner courtyard of the academy couldn't help but feel shaken in their hearts, and their momentum was sluggish.

But the ghost general stood up slowly, looked at the crowd, and sneered.

"Chu He, you are very strong, the sword just now almost knocked me out of my wits."

"It's just a pity, you are only at the fifth rank, and if you want to kill me, it's still a dream!"

"I was wondering why I wanted to kill you without leaving any room, but now I understand."

"If you are alive, you must be my enemy in the ghost world!"

"You must die today!"

The ghost general roared, and the ghost energy gathered again, dragging two injured arms that were recovering quickly, and rushed towards Chu He.

Li Jie yelled, his culture turned into wind, like thousands of blades, constantly blocking the ghost general's pace.

It's just that the ghost will shatter his literary spirit with a wave of his hand. Li Jie snorted coldly, with despair in his eyes.

His literary spirit is so good that he can't even hinder the ghost general at all.

Is everyone really going to die here today?

It seems that there is no way to avoid it, and all available means have been used.

Some people simply sat down on the ground and burst into tears.

Ouyang Hong was already in great pain in his heart, but when he heard someone crying loudly, he became even more angry and shouted suddenly.

"Shut up! Trash!"

The crying man was startled and closed his mouth in fright.

Ouyang Hong was angry, but he didn't go forward to rescue Chu He.

He saw the gesture Chu He made towards him.

Just when the ghost general was about to make a move, Chu He spoke.

Chu He chuckled, looked at the ghost general who was close in front of him, and said with a smile: "Since you said that I am the enemy of the ghost world, then if I voluntarily fell into the ghost world today, wouldn't I be your greatest friend in the ghost world? "

Hearing this, the ghost general stopped slowly, and said in surprise: "You want to voluntarily fall into the ghost world and become a ghost cultivator? This is not the style of your academy."

Chu He looked around and said with a smile: "The style of the academy? I, Chu He, have always been a man who understands current affairs, and I have never been someone who fights to the end for the so-called belief."

"With my talent, even if I fall into the ghost world and become a ghost cultivator, I will surely shine and become a great help to your ghost world, won't I?"

After the ghost general thought about it, he nodded slightly.

Everyone was stunned when they heard Chu He's words, and Li Jie said in disbelief: "Chu He! You actually want to betray our human race for the sake of one's life!"

"Shut up!" Chu He scolded angrily, "Didn't you see? I'm going to die! It's your academy that can't protect your disciples, so how can you shut my business!"

Li Jie was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

This is indeed the case. It is a tradition of the academy to participate in the Longmen Talented Scholars Association. No one would have thought that Chen Jiang would join forces with the ghost world to kill Chu He.

The death of Chu He is the fault of the academy and even the whole cadre.

Ouyang Hong shook his head and sighed: "Chu He, so what if you die, your name will be passed down forever, but now you betray the human race and fall into ghost cultivation, but you will be infamous for thousands of years."

Chu He chuckled: "A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Ever since my father was imprisoned, I have not cared about leaving a name in history. It is better to live lingeringly than to die miserably."

Ouyang Hong shook his head, but couldn't say anything.

Everyone has their own decision, if Chu He betrayed the human race outside, it would be the death penalty for Zhu Jiuzu.

But here, ghosts are in control, even if Chu He betrays him, no one can stop him.