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Feng Zishu made a dash of the Meng River, startling seventeen people, they didn't know what happened for a while.

Lin Ru asked in bewilderment.

"What's wrong? What kind of enemy should I fight?"

Fang Yi and Zhang Heng had already held Wen Bao in their hands, and Zhang Heng stared at Lin Ru and cursed.

"What kind of enemy are you talking about? What kind of enemy are there in Liangjie Mountain?"

Having said that, Lin Ru waited for the seventeen people to react, and then hurriedly took out the treasure.

Seeing the performance of the seventeen people, Chu He shook his head.

It was exactly as he expected, these seventeen people were completely new recruits, and if they were really going to face the ghost cultivators, when they were ready, the ghost cultivators would throw themselves on their faces.

Just as Feng Zishu and the others got ready, a large-scale ghost cultivator suddenly appeared in their field of vision.

These ghost cultivators came out of the black mist, and the leader of the fourth-rank ghost let out a roar, and more than forty or fifty ghost cultivators rushed forward in unison.

Lin Ru and the others were taken aback, but they hadn't picked up the treasure yet.

Fortunately, the three of Feng Zishu were ready in time and stood in front of them.

Chu He shouted in a low voice.

"There are more than forty ghosts in total. There are five fourth-rank ghosts, and the rest are sixth-rank ghosts."

The strength of this ghost cultivator far exceeds his perception.

In the black mist, even Chu He couldn't clearly judge the enemy's strength.

When Lin Ru and the others heard this, their eyes became even more flustered. Some people even saw Guixiu rushing forward, turned their heads and ran away without even taking the treasure.

"Idiot! Take out your cultural treasures! Feng Zishu, Fang Yi, Zhang Heng, you three form a corner, protect them, and I will stop those five fourth-rank ghosts."

Chu He ordered loudly.

The three of Feng Zishu had already taken out their cultural treasures, and began to use the long-range cultural treasures to attack the group of ghost cultivators.

Lin Ru sent a word by accident.

"Cut, what are you, a sixth-grade trash, capable of stopping those five fourth-grade ghosts?"

When Zhang Heng heard this, he suddenly became angry and cursed at Lin Ru.

"If you have the ability, you can go up there by yourself, if you don't, just shut your stinky mouth!"

"If you say another nonsense, believe it or not, I will throw you in!"

Lin Ru was so frightened that she shut her mouth at that time and dared not speak again.

There were five fourth-rank ghosts in front of him. I don't know if Chu He could resist it. He was a sixth-rank genius.

Fortunately, the three of Feng Zishu resisted in the front, and there was a group of people protecting Wenbao. In addition, the three of Feng Zishu had absorbed the blood moon spar, so even if they faced many sixth-grade ghosts, they would be fine for the time being.

Chu He sneered and called out his heart sword.

Xinjian Wusu appeared in the real world for the first time, jumping up and down excitedly, before Chu He could issue an order in his heart, Xinjian Wusu suddenly slashed at the leader of the fourth-rank ghost cultivator.

Chu He is helpless, Xinjian Wusu is like a child, it is inevitable to be so excited when he first comes out, but Xinjian Wusu is born with a sense of fighting and knows how to attack.

And at the side, a sixth-grade ghost cultivator saw Chu He rushing forward, roaring and rushed towards Chu He.

But Chu He didn't seem to see it, and ran straight forward chasing Xin Jian.

"Chu He is going to be finished!"

Lin Ru watched helplessly, then suddenly yelled, his voice was full of anticipation.

But in the next moment, the sixth-grade ghost cultivator was suddenly penetrated by a streak of literary energy, and immediately lost the ability to move, the ghost energy shattered, and kept screaming.

The screams were only twenty steps away from Chu He, but Chu He didn't even turn his head.

Lin Ru's eyes widened, and after careful consideration, she realized that it was Feng Zishu who made a sudden attack just now, severely injuring that sixth-grade ghost in one fell swoop.

Lin Ru suddenly turned her head again, looking at Feng Zishu and the three of them.

The horns formed by them are not one person in front and two behind, but an extremely rare two people in front and one behind.

Zhang Hengfang Yi was in the front, constantly releasing his energy to attack Ghost Xiu.

And Feng Zishu is behind the two, responsible for using the group treasures to protect the two of them. At the same time, Feng Zishu seldom takes action against Guixiu, but keeps looking at Chu He's direction.

Only when Ghost Xiu broke through Zhang Heng and Fang Yi did Feng Zishu make a decisive move, guaranteeing a one-hit kill.

How could they cooperate like this?

Lin Ru couldn't help opening her eyes wide, and the two people from the capital beside her couldn't help but exclaimed.

They are not children of Nanjun or other places.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even though they are in an extremely marginal position in the family, they have studied the art of war a little bit.

That's why they understood how terrifying the cooperation between the three of Feng Zishu and Chu He was.

With such proficiency in cooperation, even in the Civilian Army, it is a top team that performs the most difficult detection tasks.

Except for those who often kill enemies on Liangjie Mountain, it is impossible for other people to have such cooperation.

Chu He seemed to rush forward alone, alone and helpless, even if he blocked the enemy's strongest combat power a hundred steps away from the crowd, so that they could not affect their own battle formation.

As for the three of Feng Zishu, Feng Zishu alone takes charge of the overall situation, observes the battle situation, and rescues at any time. On the front, only Fang Yi and Zhang Heng are the key to stop them.

A simple gesture of horns was played so superbly by the few of them.

Lin Ru was stunned, and couldn't help feeling strange in her heart. Seeing that Chu He was approaching the fourth-rank ghost cultivator, she couldn't help cursing loudly in her heart.

"Hmph, no matter how proficient you are in the distribution, you have been trapped by ghost energy, but you are only in the sixth-rank realm, so how can you be the opponent of the fourth-rank ghost cultivator?"

"That's still five fourth-rank fierce ghosts, I'm afraid you will be completely torn apart within three breaths."

But what happened next left Lin Ru and the others completely dumbfounded.

I saw Chu He's sword flying in front of a rank four ghost in an instant, and the ghost cultivator let out a roar, releasing his ghostly aura, trying to block it.

But Chu He's sword entered the ghost energy, but it was not affected at all. Suddenly, before the fourth-grade ghost could react, it was pierced through the head by the long sword.

"how is this possible!"

Lin Ru shouted in shock.

But it wasn't over yet, Chu He had already approached another fourth-grade ghost at this time, and that ghost saw Chu He's sword, deliberately detoured the same way, and rushed towards Chu He directly.

In his eyes, Chu He is already equal to a sword repairman who can fly to the sky.

And this kind of sword repair, once the long sword leaves the body, is the weakest time.

Chu He turned his head slowly, watching the fourth-grade ghosts rushing towards him.

Then, his literary spirit burst out suddenly.

The strong and huge literary energy, like a wave of air, forcibly dispersed the black mist covering the whole place.

The fourth-grade ghost cultivator made a surprised sound, and then he saw Chu He's Qi Hua sword in his hand, slashing towards him.

Slashed with a sword, the ghost energy was broken.

Until his death, this fourth-rank ghost cultivator didn't even understand how the sword cultivator in front of him could have such a great literary spirit.