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After all, waves are just waves, no matter how arrogant they are in front of the sea, they can only affect them for a moment.

The tens of meters high waves slapped heavily on the sea surface, causing huge waves that spread to the surroundings.

But that's all.

Under the heavy influence of the sea, the monstrous waves gradually dissipated.

Li Lin, the pinnacle of first-class Confucianism, used all his strength to strike, and was just dispelled by the appearance of a saint.

Li Lin opened his eyes wide, gritted his teeth, and looked in front of him in disbelief.

He has stayed in Yipin Confucianism for twenty years, and he is the undisputed number one under the saint!

He knew that he was infinitely close to a Confucian and Taoist saint.

He was just one step away!

One step, like a moat.

In one step, Chu He, a Confucian scholar who is no more than a fourth-rank talented scholar, can resist the full blow of his peak first-rank Confucianism just by showing the appearance of a saint.

This is the power of a saint!

Across three great realms, across the pinnacle of a first-grade Confucianism, forcibly smoothing the huge gap between the two.

The Saint Realm is so unreasonable!

This is the saint!

"Hehe, hahaha, saint." Li Lin raised his head and grinned grimly.

"Sages are never unreasonable! I have devoted myself to cultivating for twenty years, and I have not received the mercy of a saint. You are only a mere fourth-rank, and you can induce the appearance of a saint."

"Hahaha, doesn't this mean that it will be difficult for me to become a saint in my life! Ah!"

With cold eyes, Chu He said lightly.

"A sage needs to cultivate himself, govern his family, govern the country and the world."

"A saint must put the human race first, and the common people first."

"You have no gaps in your chest, no human race in your eyes, and no world in your heart. With your heart, how can you be a saint?"

Li Lin was taken aback when he heard Chu He's words, and slowly lowered his head, his laughter gradually became terrifying.

"Hey hey, you can be favored by saints, so you can naturally say such things."

"You will become holy in the future, of course you can stand here and teach me."

"But, you haven't learned from my experience, why do you teach me!"

Li Lin yelled loudly, and his literary spirit swept over like a wave.

This blow could not be done by Li Lin casually, but Chu He blocked it at will, and when he looked up again, he saw Li Lin was already laughing up to the sky, with his long hair shaking.

Chu He shook his head slightly.

Li Lin has already fallen into a bewilderment because of the matter of becoming a saint, and has a demon in his heart.

Unexpectedly, he showed the appearance of a saint and drove Li Lin crazy.

"Hey hey, I'm not a saint, you are a saint."

"Since you can be valued by the saints, then I will let the saints know that you will die by my hands in the end!"

Li Lin was completely insane, his left hand and right hand were lingering with literary energy, and the wind was blowing from his feet. His entire body was like Mount Tai, and he was pressing heavily towards Chu He.

Chu He's expression paled, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Li Lin is crazy, he has completely given up the idea of ​​becoming a saint, and has spared no effort to kill him.

Now is the most critical time.

Li Lin shouted loudly and waved his fist down.

Chu He recited the knight's line silently, and there was wind under his feet, and he was behind Li Lin in just a moment.

"Hahaha, Chu He, do you think your fancy fists and embroidered legs are useful to me?"

Li Lin laughed loudly, and his fist followed Chu He closely. Chu He's heart fluttered, his spirit turned into a sword, and he stood in front of him.

But for a moment, the fist hit Chu He's sword.

There was a click.

The Wen Qi Transformation Sword was completely shattered.

Li Lin's fist was not affected at all, and it hit Chu He's chest heavily.

The powerful Wen Qi was like a chariot, smashing Chu He flying backwards and falling to the ground.

Pooh.

Chu He spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped his mouth, and clenched his teeth.

Just now, if Chu He hadn't come to the end and tried his best to protect his chest with awe-inspiring righteousness, that punch would have pierced him directly.

Even so, the severe pain in his chest almost made him faint, and now there is no pain, only numbness remains.

Chu He estimated that the ribs were almost broken.

"You can't get too close to him. Li Lin has been in the Blood Moon Cave for so many years, and he hasn't touched poetry for a long time. If he knows how to use poetry, I will definitely not be able to hold on for a while."

"But now he only used one line of poetry, and the rest is trying to force his literary style with me, which is enough to show that he has lost the strongest means of being a Confucian scholar."

"If I can keep keeping away from him and consume him with poetry, even a great Confucian can't stand my consumption."

"But the problem is that he is so fast, how can I guarantee my safety."

After Chu He got up on the ground, he didn't rush forward, but just fixed his eyes on Li Lin, thinking about the strategy in his heart.

What else can I do?

Li Lin had a grim face, and shouted with a grin: "Chu He! Aren't you very strong! Use your saintly appearance again!"

While Li Lin was speaking, he had already jumped forward, shouted loudly, and punched him down.

Chu He had no choice but to recite poems silently in his heart, boosting his speed, and kept dodging away.

It's just that Li Lin was faster. The moment Chu He dodged, Li Lin had already caught up.

Chu He stepped back sideways, and Li Lin rushed forward. The distance between their faces was no more than a punch away.

Li Lin's eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot, his face was as pale as snow, full of ferocity, like a ghost cultivator.

Alarm bells rang in Chu He's heart.

The distance between the two is too close!

Li Lin grinned loudly and said, "Hahaha, die!"

Chu He let out angrily.

"Stay firm on the green hills and not relax, the roots are originally in the broken rocks!"

With a sound of classical Chinese, the literary spirit burst out suddenly.

In just a moment, around Chu He, a blue aura rose up, wrapping around.

Li Lin hit with a punch, but was abruptly blocked by the green Wen Qi.

"Do you think these are useful!"

Li Lin let out a roar, his fists pressed heavily, and the cyan aura cracked layer by layer.

Chu He's eyes were full of killing intent, and he didn't retreat at all.

He wrote this poem to be able to forcibly block this blow.

If he could block it, there would only be an inch between him and Li Lin.

After that, he can go on to the next word.

Be sure to hold on!

Chu He only felt that his literary energy was disappearing rapidly, but there was a trace of saintliness in his eyes.

The sage spirit he absorbed just now has not been completely absorbed yet!

That wisp of saintly spirit lingered around Li Lin's right fist, blocking it.

"Saint! Saint!"

Li Lin roared like a beast, staring closely at the wisp of saintly spirit.

Amidst the frantic style, there was a slight click sound.

A gap opened in Li Linwen's heart.

After all, Li Lin is a Confucian and Taoist. He has no hope for the saint at this time, and has repeatedly attacked the saint's literary spirit, and the literary heart is naturally overwhelmed.

His fist was only an inch away from Chu He's door.

And with this blow, he could no longer move forward an inch.

Chu He's voice was like thunder, and with a yell, the blue-colored culture, and the sage's culture suddenly exploded.

Li Lin's fist was pushed away abruptly, revealing his empty door.