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Chance!

With murderous intent in Chu He's eyes, he read out a classical Chinese poem aloud.

"The wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone!"

A black dagger appeared in Chu He's hand, without any reflection, it was very conspicuous among the purple blood moon spar.

Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin.

A tragic poem.

If Shi was angry, he lay down the corpses of the two men, bleeding for five steps!

The difference between Chu and Li Lin is three big realms, and the gap between them is as big as heaven and earth.

If it weren't for the blessing of the sage's culture, it would be impossible for Chu He to resist Li Lin.

Even if it is about to drink, even if it is the appearance of a saint, in front of Li Lin, it can only be worth a blow that consumes Li Lin's full strength.

If it weren't for the sage's spirit, Chu He's punch just now would have been impossible to catch, and he would have died.

So Chu He understood that what he envisioned to distance himself and deal with Li Lin with poetry was just wishful thinking.

In the face of absolute strength, any skill is useless.

Even though Chu He has the blessing of poetry, the speed is still not as good as Li Lin who only has literary spirit.

In this way, there is no choice but to give it a go.

Jing Ke's assassination of the King of Qin was for the sake of the Yan Kingdom, and he used his small to make a big fortune.

If the soldiers will be angry, the two corpses will be buried, and the blood will flow for five steps, and the world will be nothing.

Only with the release of "Yi Shui Han", with the idea of ​​the two dying together, Chu Hefang has a glimmer of life.

On the black dagger, life slowly appeared.

It is not the spirit of literature, not the spirit of ghosts, not the spirit of saints, but the spirit of death.

Once out, you must die.

Li Lin was blocked by the sage's Wen Qi, and was already furious in his heart. He was about to punch again, but suddenly saw the black dagger in Chu He's hand, and felt the dead air above the dagger.

Li Lin didn't know what it was, but felt a throbbing in his heart.

Even though he is the pinnacle of Confucianism, when he saw the black dagger, he still couldn't help being afraid and wanted to avoid it.

"No! Don't come here!"

Li Lin yelled loudly, and his literary spirit bloomed, separating the two of them abruptly.

Chu He remained calm, even the killing intent in his eyes disappeared, leaving only indifference.

The dagger in his hand gradually moved forward, Li Lin's huge literary energy that could crush the blood moon spar was useless in front of the black dagger.

The dagger looks extremely slow, but it is actually extremely fast.

A black flash flashed, and the dagger had pierced Li Lin's abdomen.

"what!"

With a scream, Li Lin slapped Chu He flying under severe pain.

With a muffled grunt, Chu He flew out backwards, landed on the ground and protected his body with energy, and he was not seriously injured.

Li Lin stared at his abdomen closely.

The moment the black dagger pierced his abdomen, he felt the breath of death.

For some reason, when he saw the black dagger, he subconsciously thought that it was inevitable.

Li Lin stood still, and Chu He finally had a chance to breathe. He quickly took out a handful of Fusheng Pill, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it like a jelly bean.

It's not that he doesn't want to eat, it's just that Li Lin is pressing every step of the way, and he has no chance at all.

All the ribs in his chest were broken. If he didn't care about it, even if he killed Li Lin, he wouldn't be able to survive.

Li Lin raised his head slowly, his eyes were still blood red, but he was no longer insane.

"Chu He, you are really amazing."

Li Lin's tone was indifferent, and he said coldly.

"I admit that I underestimated you. I thought you were only a fourth-grade talent. Even if you have the saintly spirit and the protection of a saint, I can kill you at will."

"Now it seems that I underestimated you."

"Your dagger, even I can feel the breath of death. Presumably if you fully express that poem, I will definitely die."

"Even so, this aura that can make me feel death can even erode my literary spirit. I can feel that he is gradually killing me."

"It's a pity that you didn't kill me when I was insane. I have given you a chance. It seems that you are nothing more than that."

"Now that I'm awake, you won't have a chance to kill me."

Chu He's eyes were indifferent, unaffected at all, and he just said lightly.

"Li Lin, do you know that there is a poem."

"what?"

Li Lin froze for a moment, but felt an ominous premonition.

Chu He slowly raised his hand, the qi in his hand turned into a sword, and a murderous intent slowly lingered up.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Edge has never been tried."

In an instant, a majestic sword intent shot up from Chu He's body.

The entire Blood Moon Cave is full of sharp sword intent.

The three of Feng Zishu, who were sheltered by the mystery of Lushan Mountain, were shocked in their hearts. They felt as if there was a sword pointing at them from afar, and their hearts would be pierced in just a moment.

"This, what is this..." Fang Yi said tremblingly.

"It's Chu He! It must be Chu He!"

Feng Zishu said repeatedly in a low voice: "Chu He uses a sword. Only Chu He can have such a majestic sword intent."

Zhang Heng's lips trembled, and he said slowly.

"I'm afraid it's impossible for a second-rank swordsman to use this sword intent. Is Chu He already so strong?"

"It's terrible. I even feel that my Wenxin is being eroded by the sharp sword intent, as if it is about to shatter."

"Is Chu He really a fourth-grade talent? How could he release such a powerful sword intent."

In the Blood Moon Cave, Li Lin stared angrily at the long sword in Chu He's hand in disbelief.

"Aura of the sword master! How could you have such a majestic sword intent!"

"This is impossible!"

The sword intent became sharper, and Chu He's sword intent gradually increased, and it could no longer be considered by the realm of martial arts.

Clearing the mountain, an old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the sky.

"Such a monstrous sword intent, could it be that there is a human sword cultivator who can become a saint?"

The disciple behind him looked at the old man with shock in his eyes.

"The human race has been without a saint for a hundred years, and even the Confucian scholars with the largest number have no saints. Why would there be a sword cultivator?"

The old man shook his head and murmured in a low voice: "First the saint canonize, and then the sword saint canonize."

"What happened in this world?"

Above the white clouds, thousands of miles away.

Sword Immortal Qinglian, who was wearing a gourd on her waist, suddenly sat up, took a big gulp of the wine in the gourd, stared for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, Confucianism and kendo coexist, Chu He, Chu He, you are worthy of being my disciple!"

In the Blood Moon Cave, Chu He's sword intent gradually increased.

"No! You can't kill me!"

Li Lin yelled, and before Chu He's sword intent reached its peak, he rushed over.

Chu He chuckled and read the second half of the classical Chinese.

"Show the king today, who has any injustice."

Under the classical Chinese, the sword intent suddenly reached its peak.

After ten years of hard work, today's sharpness is fully revealed!

Li Lin rushed forward, but only saw Chu He slowly draw out his sword.

The sword intent of that sword made him feel wounds all over his body.

He wanted to punch, but felt his arm had been severed.

He turned his head to look, the arm was still there, but he could no longer move.

The long sword in Chu He's hand slowly pierced into Li Linwen's heart.

Only a slight sound was heard.

Li Linwen's heart was broken.