I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

However, the Snake Ghost King reacted very quickly, and suddenly he straightened the snake's body, so that there would be no dead ends.

But the moment the ghostly aura struck, Chu He had disappeared.

"The horse made by Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt."

Another piece of classical Chinese.

The next moment, Chu He appeared fifty meters away from the Snake Ghost King, looking at him with a sneer.

"Like a mouse."

The Snake Ghost King was very irritable.

Standing in the distance, Chu He looked at the snake ghost king in front of him, as if his heart had been enlightened.

It turns out that it can still be like this!

Why is he so stupid? If the speed is not fast enough, wouldn't it be enough to use classical Chinese?

The speed of killing a person in ten steps is extremely fast, but he can only dodge behind the opponent.

But other classical Chinese can have continuous speed blessings. Although it is not as fast as killing a person in ten steps, it is enough.

This can't be blamed on him, after all, before this, no human race has ever frequently used such classical Chinese.

After all, classical Chinese consumes a lot of literary energy. If an ordinary fourth-grade talented person uses ten classical Chinese in a row, his literary energy will be exhausted, and he will completely lose his combat power, and can only sit and wait for death.

As for the great Confucianists of the third grade and above, the first thought when encountering an enemy is to blast them with a burst of Wenqi classical Chinese, and they will not even think of escaping.

Even a third-rank great Confucianist can hurt a first-rank ghost king if he has great Confucianism treasures.

And there are only twelve first-rank ghost kings in the ghost world, and most of them will not end easily.

Even twenty years ago, the downfall of the great Confucians of the human race was mostly due to the stacking of second-rank ghost commanders, forcibly exhausting the literary spirit of the first-rank Confucians.

First-rank ghost kings are incomparably noble, but second-rank ghost commanders are as numerous as a cow's hair. Even if there are twenty or thirty second-rank ghost commanders, killing a first-rank scholar is a sure-fire deal.

This is also the reason why the human race could persist in Liangjie Mountain for so long twenty years ago.

The ghost kings of the twelve families have a noble status, and they would rather fail than end easily.

The ghost emperor needs to sit in the ghost world, and it is even more impossible to fight against the human race.

However, the only spirit ghost king who is willing to do something for the human race is often restricted by many second-rank great scholars, including sage cultural treasures and great Confucian cultural treasures, even if he wants to, he is powerless.

That's why twenty years ago, the human race won the battle between the two mountains with such a disparity in combat power.

A first-rank ghost king will not end, at most a second-rank ghost commander.

And the second-rank Confucianism faced the second-rank Guishuai, and the winners were mostly.

Therefore, the human race will basically not have the means to continuously use classical Chinese to speed up and escape like Chu He.

Facing a powerful ghost cultivator below the fourth rank, instead of running away and depleting his culture, it is better to fight to the death, maybe he can kill him.

A Confucian of the third grade or above has no lack of literary spirit, but there is no need to run away constantly. As long as he is not facing the ghost king head-on, he has the strength to fight.

It was the first time Chu He had such a strong literary spirit but his realm was not above the third-rank Confucianism, and he was facing the level of the Ghost King.

Even the Snake Ghost King couldn't react to the novel method for a while.

So it's no wonder that Chu He thought slowly, it was really unprecedented, he had never even heard of it.

That is to say, Chu He, who can have the literary spirit of a third-grade Confucianism, is enough to support him to continue to consume.

Chu He looked at the Snake Ghost King, chuckled lightly, and said flatly.

"Even if it's a cat catching a mouse, you have to think about whether you can catch up."

The Snake Ghost King sneered and roared suddenly.

Snake Xinzi kept trembling and made a sharp cry.

The two sound waves continued to spread around without a gap, and Chu He's complexion suddenly changed.

I'm going, can I think of a countermeasure so quickly?

Chu He looked solemn and gave a cold drink.

"Don't you see..."

Before the classical Chinese was finished, the snake ghost king had already appeared in front of Chu He.

At this time, the two voices were still behind the Snake Ghost King.

Chu He's pupils shrank suddenly.

The Snake Ghost King's speed is actually faster than the sound!

This was his first thought.

The sound wave was just a cover, it was him trying to make me think that he was going to use the sound wave to attack, so that I could relax my vigilance, and then quickly stepped forward, trying to kill me with one palm.

This is his second thought.

Classical language escape? No, not to mention that it is too late to change the classical Chinese, and even if there is time, you will have to face the attack of the sound waves after you escape.

Even if he escapes and lands, there is absolutely no time to release classical Chinese to resist.

This is his third thought.

In any case, will judge.

This is his decision.

In the blink of an eye, Chu He's mind was running fast, thinking clearly about the pros and cons.

He decided to read on.

"...the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky!"

With the blessing of classical Chinese, the sword intent rises across the sky, and a golden streak flashes above the heart sword Wusu.

The strong literary energy on Chu He's body no longer restrained, pouring into the heart sword frantically.

This blow, what he had to face was the full-strength blow of the Snake Ghost King's physical body, and he had to deal with it with all his strength.

As soon as the literary energy was poured, Chu He stabbed out the long sword at the same time.

Half a step slower!

Chu He's eyes were fixed on Black Claw.

The black claw landed, but suddenly changed its posture, changed from patting to grasping, and grabbed Xinjian Wusu.

The strength of Xinjian Wusu is all on the tip of the sword, and the only thing that can resist the side is the literary spirit and the sharp sword intent enveloping it.

Suddenly, Chu He's mind went blank, and only one thought remained in his mind.

How could it be so fast? Is this the strength of the ghost king?

Black Claw grabbed the long sword and grabbed it hard.

I could only hear the teeth-stinging rubbing sound constantly, and Xinjian Wusu trembled under the powerful ghost aura and grip, and let out sword sounds, which seemed to be screaming tragically.

Chu He gritted his teeth, unable to change his posture, killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he felt ruthless in his heart.

Xinjian Wusu was sent straight out.

The sharp sword intent left a deep mark on the black claw, and Xinjian Wusu pierced the snake belly of the Snake Ghost King under the indomitable sword intent.

bingo!

Chu He was overjoyed.

However, the long sword pierced the snake's body, leaving only a shallow trace, and it has completely stagnated.

Can't get in.

Just the next second, he suddenly felt a powerful force pulling him away and threw him out.

Following closely behind, a powerful ghostly aura suddenly followed, enveloping Chu He, biting and devouring him constantly.

Chu He spat out a big mouthful of blood in the air, and fell heavily to the ground, his whole body surging wildly, only then could he resist the ghostly aura lingering around him.

It's just to resist, the ghost energy continues to weaken, but it can't be dispelled.

The Snake Ghost King looked at Chu He and sneered.

"The gap between you and me is greater than the gap between a cat and a mouse."

"You're just a bug I crushed to death."

Chu He was lying on the ground, rolling continuously, resisting the erosion of ghost energy, and was already powerless to resist anything else.

The whole process only took five breaths.

In five breaths, Chu He fled from the beginning, to resisting with his sword, and now he was close to death.

This is the power of the ghost king.