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Li Lin lowered his head slowly, looked at the Wenqihua sword piercing his heart, and laughed at himself.

"Unexpectedly, I have been searching for the saint for twenty years, but today I saw the same body of two saints."

People who are about to die have good words.

Li Linwen's heart is broken, he has nowhere to live, he is very disordered, and he has not lived long.

Li Lin raised his head slowly, and lowered his right hand full of literary spirit.

"After all, it was you who took the first step, you killed me."

"Chu He, you are the future of the human race, and you will be canonized."

"I hope you don't make the same mistakes I made."

Li Lin raised his head and sighed.

"It's finally over."

One word, one sigh.

Li Lin fell back slowly.

At the same time, the last trace of elegance in Chu He's body was finally exhausted.

Wen Qi Hua Jian dissipated between heaven and earth, and the mystery of Mount Lu gradually dissipated.

The three of Feng Zishu saw the mountains disappearing and saw the scene in front of them, they suddenly exclaimed.

"Chu He!"

The three hurried forward, but saw Li Lin lying on the ground, dying with regret.

Feng Zishu, Fang Yi, and Zhang Heng felt that their brains were in a mess.

Chu He really did it, he really killed Li Lin.

With a fourth-rank talent, fight against a first-rank Confucian!

Who else in the world can do it!

Chu He raised his head slowly and sighed softly, feeling regretful in his heart.

Not for Li Lin, but for the human race.

It is a pity that the former number one genius of the human race disappeared like this.

Feng Zishu spoke.

"Chu He, you don't need to think too much. If he can say that, it means that he is no longer a human race. Dead or immortal has no effect on the human race."

Both Fang Yi and Zhang Heng nodded and said.

"Yeah, such a person living in the world is not only not beneficial to the human race, but harmful."

Chu He shook his head, but suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and he passed out completely.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was actually in Wen Hai.

On the sea of ​​literature, Tianlong fights through the four books in the snow of the Water Margin, floating slowly.

The first three books are still pouring out literary spirit, and there is not much change.

The fourth Snow in the Snow seems to be much thicker, except for the shadows and some illusory, the rest is no different from the other three.

On the opposite side of the four books, a huge long sword was suspended in the air.

Chu He stared at the long sword and walked over slowly.

"what is this?"

The long sword seemed to have heard his voice, and trembled a few times as a signal.

"Could it be that this sword has sanity?"

Chu He was puzzled, tried to stretch out his hand gently, and beckoned at the long sword.

The long sword in the air gradually became smaller and flew into Chu He's hands.

The plain body of the long sword has no carvings, no inscriptions, and I don't know the name of the sword.

Chu He thought for a moment, and said to himself in doubt.

"Could it be that this long sword came when I killed Li Lin with the last sword? It was conceived and born?"

The long sword trembled, as if confirming what Chu He said.

"With wisdom, the long sword conceived in Wenhai, could it be the heart sword?"

When Chu He was studying in the library of the Guoshi Academy, he saw an ancient book that had recorded it.

Three hundred years ago, there was a saint in the human race who was proficient in Confucianism, Taoism and swordsmanship at the same time, and he was canonized almost at the same time.

However, this human saint, in order to support the human race, finally chose Confucianism and Taoism, which can make the world human race a saint, and did not choose the way of swordsmanship.

However, according to ancient records, before this human race became a saint, when he was a first-rank Confucian, he once held a long sword, which could not be broken without breaking it.

According to that sage, the sword in his hand is the heart sword conceived in Wenhai, because he is proficient in two ways and good at using kendo poetry, for some reason, the heart sword was conceived.

"The human race has never produced a person who is proficient in two ways in three hundred years. I didn't expect that I would make it by mistake."

Chu He shook his head and smiled.

It has not been published for three hundred years, even in ancient books, there are very few records, and the only reliable ones are these two pieces of news.

As for whether having the Heart Sword means that one can become a saint with the Dao of the Sword, that is not mentioned at all.

But Chu He didn't care.

Kendo is a kind of martial arts, and martial arts has the realm of martial arts.

He entered the world with Confucianism and Taoism, and he never considered martial arts, let alone martial arts conferring sainthood.

Coupled with the blessing of the blood moon spar and the sage's literary spirit, his road to Confucianism and Taoism in the future is almost unimpeded.

In this case, no matter what the heart sword is, he will resolutely choose Confucianism and Taoism to become a saint instead of the way of swordsmanship.

The heart sword was trembling in Chu He's hand, it communicated with Chu He, and seemed to express his dissatisfaction.

Chu He caressed and comforted, and said with a smile: "Whether I am a kendo saint or not, I will not neglect you. What are you dissatisfied with?"

Only then did Xin Jian calm down.

Chu He looked at the plain heart sword and thought for a moment.

That human saint back then, the name of the heart sword was Jiaolong Slaying.

What name does he want to give the heart sword?

After thinking for a moment, Chu He suddenly thought of a sentence in Xue Zhong.

"This sword heals the injustices of the world, and this sword is worthy of all people in the world."

The sword in the snow is called Great Liang Longque.

The Dragon Sparrow of Great Liang is the sword of Princess Wu Su of Beiliang.

The day she brought the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow out of the Sword Tomb, she was ready to uphold justice for the unjust people in the world.

A chivalrous hero, the Jianghu dream of a female knight in the Jianghu.

When Chu He thought of this character, a figure appeared in front of his eyes.

In front of the formation of the two armies, 10,000 snow dragon riders from Beiliang charged forward.

Wu Su, Princess of Beiliang, played the drum in a plain suit.

"The Dragon Sparrow of Great Liang belongs to Wu Su, Princess of Beiliang, and you are dressed in white without any carvings, so I will name you Wu Su."

"It looks like Bai Su, but it's actually innocent. It can also remind me of the name of that Beiliang Princess."

"This sword heals the injustices of the world, and this sword is worthy of all people in the world."

Xinjian Wusu trembled slightly, expressing his satisfaction.

Chu He held the heart sword contentedly and put it in his hand, feeling very happy in his heart.

He is one with Xinjian, and he can feel Xinjian's emotions.

After dancing the sword for a while, Chu He suddenly realized a problem.

"Wait, where am I?"

"I remember I was in the Blood Moon Cave just now, why are you in Wenhai now?"

When Chu He reacted, Wen Hai suddenly surged continuously.

Suddenly, Chu He exited Wen Hai and opened his eyes.

In front of him is no longer a piece of purple in the Blood Moon Cave, but a ceiling.

Chu He breathed a sigh of relief.

This ceiling is familiar to him. Before entering the ghost domain, he got rid of the ghost energy here and recuperated for nearly a month.

Chu He wanted to get up, but he only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and even his supporting arms were weak.

When the severe pain came, even Chu He couldn't help but groan.

The waitress on one side was alarmed and was greatly surprised, and hurried out to shout.

"General! The young master is awake!"

After a while, hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door.

Chu He was stunned.

The footsteps were obviously from Lin Zhennan.

But he had never heard such hurried footsteps.