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"Tsk tsk, such brotherhood is really enviable."

Li Lin said in a strange way.

Wen Qi shattered the protective cultural treasure, and it was fleeting, and it had already come to the three of them.

Just suddenly, there was a strong wind.

A huge aura wrapped in the majesty of a saint descended in front of the three of them.

The three of them opened their eyes, only to see Chu He standing in front of the three of them. His thin back was like a fortified wall, forcibly blocking Li Lin's huge literary spirit.

Chu He snorted coldly, a smear of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Rao is based on his ability to break through the fourth rank and be able to face the second rank Confucianism head-on without dying, and it is absolutely impossible to resist Li Lin.

However, a simple pressure of Wen Qi can squeeze him out of his internal injuries.

Li Lin looked at Chu He, sighed, and said regretfully.

"What a pity, why did you stand in front of them?"

"Just entering the fourth-rank realm, you can arouse the sage's literary energy, and you can forcefully block me without dying."

"Your talent is even higher than mine. With time, you will definitely be able to become a saint."

"It's just a pity, since you hit me, it's even more impossible for me to let you live!"

Li Lin let out a final utterance, roaring out, and once again, the huge cultural energy around him was overwhelmed, without reservation.

Chu He fixed his eyes on the Wen Qi, and suddenly shouted.

"Looking horizontally, it becomes a ridge and a side becomes a peak, and the distance and height are different."

From the beginning of a poem, the literary energy suddenly flew, turning into overlapping mountains, lingering around the three of Feng Zishu, tightly surrounding the three of them for protection.

"I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I just live in this mountain."

When the poem was completed, there was only a series of loud bangs, and the mountain of cultural energy seemed to come alive, and it kept moving around Feng Zishu and the three of them.

The three of Feng Zishu looked at the huge black shadow formed by the mountains and projected on their faces, and their eyes couldn't help but be amazed.

Among the four, only Chu He was able to confront Li Lin for a moment.

The three of Feng Zishu were only in the fifth rank realm, if they were not protected, the fluctuations in their energy when they confronted each other would have shocked the three of them to death.

Secondly, Chu He fought against Li Lin, and it was extremely difficult to protect himself, and it was even more difficult to protect the three of them under Li Lin.

The above two situations can only be avoided by enclosing the three of them in a circle with literary spirit.

"This is... a cultural body!"

The three of Feng Zishu stared dumbfounded at Chu He's cultural energy turning into a huge mountain, surrounding the three of them, and said in shock.

"I have never heard of this poem. It should be Brother Chu's own poem. As expected of Mr. Bailong, even in such a crisis, he can still compose poems to protect us."

Feng Zishu sighed and said with emotion.

Fang Yi shook his head and said.

"The body of cultural qi can actually form such a large and heavy mountain, and it even injects cultural qi into it to make it a living situation. Look carefully, these mountains are not so much surrounding us, as it is a formation, protecting us in it .”

Zhang Heng and the two looked at it carefully, and said in shock: "These mountains are constantly moving!"

Fang Yi sighed: "This should be the essence of this poem. These mountains form a puzzle. If the person who enters is not strong, he may have to keep detours inside, and it will take a long time to get out."

"Young Master Bailong, your reputation is well-deserved, and I am not as good as it."

Zhang Heng said with a sigh.

Feng Zishu spoke with worry on his face.

"However, we are inside, and we can also see what's going on outside, which is worrying." Face to face, there is absolutely no chance of winning."

Zhang Heng said with a sigh.

Fang Yi clenched his fists and shouted in a low voice: "Chu He can do this, there must be his thoughts in it."

"What about the pinnacle of a first-rank Confucian, but Chu He is someone who can fight against a third-rank Confucian at the fifth-rank level, and can attract the saintly spirit, and can have the strength of a second-rank Confucian at the fourth-rank level. We have to trust him!"

Both Feng Zishu were taken aback, then shouted loudly.

"Yes! We have to trust him!"

"He is Master Bailong! The person who made such poems must have a way!"

Beyond the mountains, Li Lin exclaimed as he looked at the mountains behind Chu He where reality and reality intersected constantly.

"Chu He, I didn't expect that you are not only rich in writing, but also so talented in writing."

"It's actually possible to use poetry as the root, transform it into a body, and make it into a puzzle to protect these three people."

"I believe it now, if you don't die, you will be able to become a saint in the future."

"But the more you show your talent, the more I want to kill you!"

Chu He Wen Qi turned into a sword, and the long sword hung upside down, and said lightly.

"You can come and try."

Li Lin didn't expect Chu He to be so calm until now, he couldn't help being stunned, and suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha, that's really interesting. Do you really think that your mere fourth-rank realm can resist me as a first-rank Confucian?"

"Then let you see the strength of a first-rank Confucian!"

Li Lin laughed loudly, waved his right hand casually, and waved his left hand like a wave of literary energy.

Waves of literary energy are like overlapping waves, constantly pressing over.

Chu He snorted coldly, with his long sword hanging upside down, he shouted loudly.

"One sword has traveled three thousand miles, and one sword has been a master of millions!"

Under classical Chinese.

A huge sword energy, like a swimming dragon, like a frightened bird, a dragon roar came from the Wen Qi long sword, and crashed into the Wen Qi wave.

I saw that long dragon kept swimming, and the waves were breaking in front of Youlong like ripples of water splashing.

"Wen Qi Long Sword can produce such a big vision, killing you is indeed the most correct!"

Li Lin yelled loudly, clapped his hands, and his literary energy suddenly rose from both sides, like two walls, smashing You Long into pieces.

It's just that, but the poem is only half over.

After the dragon was shattered, dozens of six-horse chariots suddenly appeared in front of Chu He.

There were soldiers standing on top of the chariot, and the leader of the chariot shouted angrily and pointed to the front.

In the Blood Moon Cave, there seemed to be thousands of troops and horses galloping among Setsuna, rumbling like thunder and roaring towards Li Lin.

Li Lin looked at the dozens of chariots and thousands of troops rushing towards him, and snorted coldly.

"Small tricks."

Afterwards, Li Lin only patted lightly, and the chariot and thousands of horses and horses shattered in response.

Li Lin said with a sneer.

"Chu He, I admit, I underestimated you."

"You can form the vision of killing the enemy with your literary energy. You have absorbed the saint's literary energy, and you already have the faint appearance of a saint."

"But it's a pity, you are only a fourth-rank famous talent, and your realm is not enough. No matter how strong your literary spirit is, you can't be my opponent!"

Li Lin laughed loudly and said, "Since you have written two poems in a row, I will return one to you!"

"The sea waves support the wings of the roc, and the wind of the sky attracts the fleas."

There was a sound of classical Chinese, and a huge wave of tens of meters rose up in response.