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"How, how is it possible!"

The long-horned ghost general felt the huge literary energy, and exclaimed, his ghost energy suddenly shrank, and he wanted to retreat.

The person in front of him has such a great literary spirit that he even felt the strength of a second-rank Confucian!

He is just a fourth-grade talent!

The long-horned ghost general retreated abruptly, but Chu He's figure suddenly disappeared in front of him.

"It's just getting up and running now, isn't it a bit late?"

A voice sounded slowly behind the long-horned ghost general.

The goat-headed ghost general and the bull-headed ghost general roared, desperately trying to come over to support them.

They felt threatened by Chu He.

Although the ghost cultivators are used to fighting and fighting with each other, no matter what kind of conflicts they have before the battle between the two worlds, they must be put back.

The battle between the twelve families is the matter of the ghost kings of the twelve families, and the battle with the ghost kings of the twelve families is the matter of the ghost kings of the twelve families and the ghost kings of the spirit families. They are just third-rank ghost generals and they are not willing to participate in it.

Especially when competing for military exploits.

The long-horned ghost general is one of their only three ghost generals. Once the long-horned ghost general dies, the scale of ghost cultivators they lead will be cut off by a quarter.

No strength means that there is no way to compete for military exploits, which means that there are no resources.

Such a loss is unbearable for them.

The long-horned ghost general heard the sound, his body didn't move, his head suddenly turned around, and with the sound of something being torn apart, the long-horned ghost general's right leg broke, and then he fell to the right.

He felt the threat from Chu He, so he would rather cut off his right leg than avoid this blow.

However, it was too late.

Whether it was the long-horned ghost general who was desperately trying to escape Chu He, or the other two ghost generals who wanted to rush over to rescue them, there was only one thought in their minds.

late.

In the blink of an eye, Chu He held the Heart Sword Wu Su, and slashed at the head of the long-horned ghost general.

The long-horned ghost let out a roar, exhausted his last strength, and eroded the ghost energy before Xinjian Wusu.

But it didn't work.

The long-horned ghost general looked desperately at the long sword slowly slashing in front of him, beheading his own head.

Afterwards, Wen Qi followed Xin Jian Wu Su, and suddenly exploded, ghost Qi shattered.

Ten breaths of effort, a ghost general.

The fourteen people watching from a distance were dumbfounded.

They only saw Chu He rushing up by himself, reciting a classical Chinese chivalrous line, and then dodged behind the long-horned ghost general.

The other two ghost generals also seemed to want to come up to rescue them, but in the end they could only stand and watch from afar.

"What kind of strength is this, ten breaths and one sword, beheading ghost generals!"

Someone screamed in horror, looking at Chu He, as if looking at a monster.

They are only sixth-rank talents, not to mention encountering ghost generals, even if they encounter fourth-rank ghost cultivators, they should avoid them as much as possible.

Once facing a fourth-rank ghost cultivator head-on, even if he is not dead, he will have to shed a layer of skin.

Chu He is only a fourth-grade talent.

Against the third-rank ghost general, it can be directly obliterated.

Is he really human?

Looking at the dumbfounded expressions on the faces of the fourteen people, Zhang Heng said proudly.

"Look, I just said, Chu He's strength is beyond your imagination, just look at it like this."

Fang Yi got angry and dismantled him, and said.

"That's Chu He playing handsome, not you, why are you so proud?"

Zhang Heng chuckled, as if to him, seeing Chu He looking handsome was even happier than him being handsome himself.

Fourteen people exclaimed, and someone suddenly shouted in a low voice.

"Look, he stepped forward and left. Does he want to face two third-rank ghost generals alone?"

"It should be about the same. He can kill a ghost general directly, but what about two ghost generals? It's just a waste of time."

"Is this Young Master Bailong? Is it so terrifying?"

The sheep-headed ghost stared at Chu He with ghostly eyes, not daring to act rashly.

Chu He's strength is far beyond his imagination. Although the Horned Ghost will be attacked once, plus the previous battles, his strength is less than 70%.

But Chu He can kill with a single sentence of classical Chinese at the level of a fourth-grade talented scholar, such strength makes him doubtful.

Even if he and the Minotaur general go up together, they will definitely not be able to last thirty breaths.

Chu He looked at the sheep-headed ghost general and asked calmly.

"Am I famous in the ghost world? How come a ghost general has heard of my name?"

The sheep-headed ghost general remained silent, not knowing what Chu He meant.

On the other side, the fourth-rank ghost cultivators under the command of the sheep-headed ghost general still seemed to be constantly attacking a place, and the atmosphere inside was overflowing, but the fighting sound became weaker and weaker, and the atmosphere gradually decreased.

Chu He took a look, shook his head and said.

"Forget it, I still have to save people, I don't have time to spend with you."

After finishing speaking, Chu He slowly raised the heart sword Wusu in his hand, and chuckled lightly.

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles will not stay."

Suddenly, the strong literary spirit revived.

The sheep-headed ghost general shouted, stretched his arms, filled with ghostly aura, and protected his surroundings.

"It's thanks to you for thinking of such a small method."

Chu He's voice sounded from above, and the Sheep Head Ghost General raised his head, only to see a long sword pointing straight at him.

"what!"

The sheep-headed ghost general let out a loud shout, without leaving any ghostly aura in his body, he suddenly blasted towards Chu He.

"Huh?" Chu He hummed lightly.

The third-grade ghost will subvert the ghost energy with a full blow, even Chu He can't just rely on his body and literary energy to resist.

In just a moment, Chu He had already dodged to the ground, and the flying sword in his hand came out, piercing through.

The sheep head ghost general shouted.

"help me!"

The Minotaur general on the other side didn't wait for him to call, in fact, he was already preparing.

Seeing Chu He flying out with his sword, the Minotaur General had already rushed forward.

As long as Chu He doesn't have a sword, then he is nothing to fear!

Most of the Confucian scholars of the human race can only rely on their literary spirit and ghost repair to fight for the front, and the weak body of the human race has already decided that once the human race is approached by a powerful ghost repairer, the human race will undoubtedly die!

There is nothing wrong with the idea of ​​the minotaur general.

In the distance, the fourteen people sighed as they watched the bull-headed ghost general rushing towards Chu He.

"The idea is that there is no problem, the problem is that Chu He is a monster."

Zhang Heng said with a smile.

The bull-headed ghost aided his body with ghost energy, and in an instant he had arrived in front of Chu He, and Chu He's flying sword had also reached in front of the sheep-headed ghost.

The minotaur probed for the ghostly aura, and the ghostly aura suddenly appeared on the paws!

Have the opportunity!

Regardless of whether the sheep head ghost will die or not, as long as Chu He is dead, it will be the greatest military exploit!

Chu He looked at the bull-headed ghost general rushing towards him, and chuckled lightly.

The Minotaur General was startled, the alarm bell rang, and he slapped it down with his claws.

Chu He was full of vigor, and the bullhead would not be able to open his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a long sword slowly appeared in Chu He's hand.

The minotaur roared suddenly.

"how is this possible!"