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"Uh...uh."

Lin Ru stared at Chu He in a daze, completely dumbfounded.

For just a moment, he also felt Chu He's style.

That huge literary spirit almost made him think that the person standing in front of him was a great scholar!

"How is it possible? Didn't he get ghost energy into his body? Isn't he only in the sixth-rank realm? How could he have such a great literary spirit."

"And what's the matter with that sword, the Wen Qi Transformation Sword can attack out of the body, and he can even transform into a second Wen Qi Transformation Sword, how is this possible."

At this moment, Lin Ru fell into deep doubt.

The remaining three fourth-rank fierce ghosts saw Chu He beheading two ghosts with two swords, and felt Chu He's huge literary spirit just now, they were already frightened and did not dare to go forward.

"Let's go together, kill him first! I don't believe he can deal with the three of us at the same time!"

One of the fourth-rank ghosts roared.

Before the words were finished, the ghost aura of three fourth-grade ghosts merged, like three wild beasts, and the ghost aura pervaded them.

Lin Ruzong and Lu Sheng stared at each other, cursing in their hearts.

"Impossible, how could Chu He be so strong, it must be just the effect of the Great Confucianism treasure given to him by King Zhennan."

"Three-headed and fourth-rank ghost, Chu He must die!"

Thinking of this, Lin Ru quickly looked at Feng Zishu, expecting to see some tension on Feng Zishu's face.

But he was disappointed.

Not only did Feng Zishu not feel the slightest bit of tension on his face, but when he saw Chu He facing three fourth-rank ghosts alone, he actually focused all his attention on Zhang Heng and Fang Yi.

Combined with the previous thoughts, Lin Ru looked at Chu He again, and found that there were only three fourth-rank ghosts around Chu He, and the nearest sixth-rank ghosts were hundreds of steps away from Chu He.

Full trust in Chu He!

"With so much trust, does Chu He really have the ability?"

In the next second, Chu He gave his answer.

Xinjian Wusu arrived in front of a rank four ghost in just a split second. The rank four ghost was suddenly cautious and did not rush forward at all, and wholeheartedly released ghost energy to block the long sword.

The other two fourth-rank ghosts roared suddenly and rushed towards Chu He.

However, the ghost who released his ghost energy to block the long sword could only watch Xinjian Wusu rush into the ghost energy, cutting the fourth-grade ghost in half like cutting butter with a knife.

The other two rank four ghosts had just arrived in front of Chu He.

Chu He's literary energy erupted again, and the Chinese Qi Transformation Sword in his hand slashed down with one sword, and then another sword smashed another fourth-rank ghost.

The whole process, no more than ten breaths!

Ten breaths! Five Swords! Five fourth-rank ghosts!

Is this the strength of Chu He?

Lin Ru was completely confused.

After Chu He dealt with the five fourth-grade ghosts, he turned around and sighed softly.

Forty sixth-grade ghosts were killed by Zhang Hengfangyi, but only seven or eight of them died.

Except for Zhang Heng, Fang Yi and Feng Zishu, the others didn't know what they were doing. The people from Nanjun and other places were throwing cultural treasures in the open space with all their strength.

Although there were nineteen people, only three of them were fighting hard. Zhang Heng, Fang Yi and the two resisted extremely hard.

Seeing that Chu He's side was settled, Feng Zishu Gao Sheng shouted.

"Come back soon, we can't hold on anymore!"

Zhang Heng and Fang Yi didn't even have time to talk, which was enough to show how fierce the battle was.

Chu He shook his head, and Xinjian Wusu went away suddenly, piercing through seven or eight sixth-grade ghosts with one sword.

He can even kill a fourth-rank ghost with one sword, and he can completely crush a sixth-rank ghost.

Chu He turned around and came back, cutting melons and vegetables, beheading as many as forty sixth-rank ghosts.

Zhang Heng, Fang Yi, Feng Zishu and the others swallowed the elixir to restore their energy.

The other sixteen people all sat on the ground, exhausted.

Zhang Heng glanced at Lin Ru, and cursed loudly.

"All of them are worthy of literati, and they are really good at speaking. They shouted to kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds. They seemed to be full of courage. When the ghost cultivator came in front of him, he didn't even know how to use Wenbao."

Fang Yi and Feng Zishu snorted coldly, and looked at the sixteen people coldly.

If it hadn't been for the three of them desperately resisting just now, I am afraid that within a quarter of an hour, the sixteen people would all be killed or injured.

When the fourteen people outside the capital heard this, they all lowered their heads and were speechless.

The scene just now was very clear to everyone.

Only after fighting like this did they fully understand the gap between themselves and ghost cultivators.

When ghost cultivators were born, they naturally knew how to fight, but they had never even climbed the Two Boundary Mountains. They had only heard that ghost cultivators were the enemy of the human race since they were young, but they never thought that ghost cultivators were so powerful.

They even thought that the people in Nanjun were really kind, they could enter Liangjie Mountain every year to kill ghosts and earn military merits.

Even those ten Nanjun people never felt that there was anything scary on Liangjie Mountain.

Until today, the little pride in their hearts was completely shattered.

Lin Ru and the others snorted coldly and spoke.

"You kill ghosts so fast, we haven't even made a move yet, we also have a share of this military merit."

When the three of Feng Zishu heard this, they were immediately outraged.

Just now, the three of them in the capital were at the back, and there were more than a dozen human races in front of them, so they were not threatened at all.

The three of Feng Zishu worked tirelessly to protect them, but Lin Ru actually said that they didn't do anything at all?

Even the other fourteen people couldn't help but have a look of strangeness on their faces.

Chu He narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice.

"You really didn't make a move just now?"

Lin Ru snorted coldly.

"We were squeezed at the end just now, how can we make a move?"

Chu He nodded and said.

"I thought you were just dumbfounded by fright. I didn't expect you to know but not to do it. Shameful! Hateful!"

"After I go back, I will report it myself. Lin Ruzong succeeds Lu Sheng and the other three, this time the military merits will not be counted!"

Lin Ru was dumbfounded and anxious.

"Why don't you remember my military achievements? I just didn't have a chance to make a move. If you have the ability, you get out of the way and let me do it!"

"Really?" Chu He narrowed his eyes, which were full of coldness.

Before Lin Ru could speak, Zong Ji and Lu Sheng nodded repeatedly.

Lin Ru dragged them into the pit foolishly, they didn't want to stay in the pit forever.

They even felt that it was not a disgrace for them to remember their military exploits by saying that they were frightened and foolish, hiding behind and waiting for the ghost to die.

"Okay, since that's the case, you will replace Feng Zishu and the others in the next battle. As long as you can resist Ghost Cultivator, I will credit you!"

Chu He said sarcastically, turning his head and ignoring them.

Just as Lin Ru was about to speak, he saw the other fourteen people staring at them with strange eyes.

They worked desperately, regardless of whether they hit or not, anyway, they contributed.

These three people simply didn't even make a move, they only said that they didn't have a chance to make a move, and they even wanted to covet military exploits.

How could the rest of the people get used to them.