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Why does a Confucian scholar holding a long sword have such a powerful sword intent!

The Tauren General was full of doubts at this moment.

Wenqi's long sword was condensed and pierced fiercely into the body of the bull-headed general.

The minotaur suddenly burst into a ghostly aura, trying to kill Chu He directly.

The Wen Qi Transformation Sword is not a real sword after all, even if it is pierced into the body by the Wen Qi Transformation Sword, as long as the Wen Qi Transformation Sword does not explode, he will not suffer much damage.

As long as Chu He can be killed now!

The Tauren made up his mind and didn't care about the Wen Qi Hua Sword piercing into his body at all, but kept his eyes fixed on Chu He.

Chu He chuckled again, and slowly raised his left hand.

Wen Qi transformed into a body, and madness surged on the tauren's paws.

The Minotaur will only feel that the entire arm that is about to be slapped is strongly hindered, and then the sharp pain suddenly increases.

The bull-headed ghost took a look at the ghost, and his mind was shocked!

His right arm, surrounded by groups of Wen Qi, was about to be shattered.

"How is this possible..."

The tauren general muttered softly, with despair rising in his eyes.

As long as the human culture energy is not transformed into a solid body, it will not cause much damage to high-level ghost cultivators, and at most it will consume some ghost energy.

But Chu He's style is different.

The literary spirit on Chu He's body was full of sharp sword intent.

These sword intents, wrapped in literary energy, were like a small dagger, forcibly cutting off half of the right arm of the bull-headed ghost.

Chu He smiled slightly.

Wen Qi transformed into the sword into the body, and then exploded.

The bull-headed ghost screamed, and his ghostly aura shattered.

Seeing this, the sheep-headed ghost's eyes were full of despair.

He was also like a ghost general with long horns, he could only watch helplessly as Xinjian Wusu sliced ​​butter like a knife, cut through the obstructing ghost energy, and slowly pierced into his head.

"How could a Confucian scholar of the human race have such a powerful sword intent?"

The three third-rank ghost generals all fell!

The whole process does not exceed fifty breaths.

"It's awesome! Damn it!"

Fourteen people exclaimed, jumped up and shouted.

Three swords, kill three third-rank ghost generals.

Even if a third-rank Confucian comes here, he probably doesn't have such strength.

Just how strong is Chu He?

Three third-rank ghosts will die, and the remaining fourth-rank ghosts are nothing to fear.

Not long after, all ghost cultivators have been dealt with.

Chu He walked forward slowly, and there was a cave in front of him.

It was this cave that those fourth-rank ghost cultivators attacked just now.

Chu He walked into the cave, but what he saw caught him off guard.

There are seven or eight human Confucian scholars lying here and there on the ground, but most of them still have breath, and they should just be exhausted.

There were three other people lying on the ground, their bodies had no trace of vigor or anger.

But in front of Chu He, a figure covered in blood and dust, but still beautiful appeared in front of him.

"You, it turned out to be you."

Chu He opened his eyes wide, looking at the person in front of him in disbelief.

The man laughed softly, and a clear voice like a silver bell sounded.

"I'm also surprised that it was you who came to the rescue."

Feng Zishu and other seventeen people followed into the cave. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help being silent.

The person in front of Chu He was the number one woman of the National Scholars Academy, and also the most famous female Confucian scholar in the entire Daqian.

Mu Yingjin.

Chu He didn't know what to say, Mu Yingjin just smiled and sat on the ground.

The scene was very silent for a while.

Zhang Heng jumped up suddenly, slapped the talented man on the forehead, and cursed loudly.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't know how to save people?"

Only then did the fourteen people come to their senses, and hurriedly walked into the cave, administered the elixir to the exhausted, and bandaged the wounds of the injured.

Zhang Heng passed by Chu He and said with a light smile.

"Chu He, don't worry, you've dealt with the ghost cultivators outside, and we'll leave the treatment inside to us."

Fang Yi smiled wretchedly.

"That's right, the most important thing for you now is how to take good care of the academy's number one swordsman, otherwise we will all be punished."

Feng Zishu passed by, smiling and shaking his head.

Looking at the three of them, Chu He couldn't laugh or cry, and quickly looked aside to Mu Yingjin.

There was no abnormality on Mu Yingjin's face, he was still cold, but his eyes were full of exhaustion, and he spoke.

"Just now I felt the thick fog outside. I thought it was a third-rank Confucian leading the team to rescue us, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Chu He chuckled lightly.

"I came here when I received the mission. I was originally just investigating the reason why a team lost contact, but it happened to bump into it, so I was rescued."

Mu Yingjin was silent for a moment, looked at the sword in Chu He's hand, and spoke slowly.

"Your current strength is already so strong?"

Chu He looked at the long sword in his hand and said softly.

"It's not that strong, just like you, it's in the realm of a fourth-grade talent, but it's just mediocre."

Mu Yingjin said angrily.

"In the realm of a fourth-grade talented scholar, you can instantly obliterate a third-grade Confucian. I can't do it, otherwise I won't be forced to death."

Chu He was silent for a moment, then turned his head to look around, and found that the people around him were all familiar faces.

The disciples of the inner courtyard of the National Scholars Academy, who can still stand up, are the disciples of the National Scholars Academy's Tianjiao List.

Chu He spoke.

"If you go on a mission, shouldn't you be led by a Confucian of at least the third grade? Why didn't you see it?"

Mu Yingjin shook her head and said.

"There are quite a few disciples in the National Scholars Academy, and there are only a few third-rank Confucian scholars. At this stage, how can we easily let the Confucian scholars lose their lives?"

"Besides, it's just the beginning, and most people in the academy don't have any practical experience, so they want to use this method to sharpen slowly."

"Most of our inner court disciples are led by the Tianjiao Ranking. Those who are in the top ten of the Tianjiao Ranking will each lead a team of 20 people."

Chu He turned his head to look, and found that there were indeed no other top ten in the Tianjiao list, so he asked casually.

"So, you are the team leader?"

Mu Yingjin nodded, looking at the three lying on the ground who could no longer get up, her eyes were full of sadness.

"I brought twenty people out in total, but now there are only seven left."

Chu He looked at the sadness in her eyes and spoke slowly.

"What is your mission? How did you provoke three third-rank ghost generals?"

Mu Yingjin said with a sigh.

"We are under Gong's old school. We want to investigate the number and scale of ghost cultivators in a place. We have already completed the task, but we didn't expect to see a remarkable ghost cultivator."

Chu He guessed based on his own thoughts.

"Spirit King?"

Mu Yingjin nodded, her eyes filled with anger.

"If it's just a pure third-rank ghost general, we have cultural treasures to hide, and the strength is not weak, so they won't notice it from a distance."

"I didn't expect the Spirit Ghost King to be there. After seeing us, he covered the sky with ghost energy and suppressed our literary energy. Afterwards, three third-rank ghost generals came up to chase and kill us."