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"Lei Yuntian, the master of the Human Sword Sect, led 371 disciples to support Liangjie Mountain."

Everyone froze for a moment, and then, the middle tent door opened, and a pale-haired old man walked in first.

Behind him, followed by two sword repairs, full of sword spirit.

Passing through the opened middle tent door, one can see that there are many disciples following behind him.

Wen et al stood up to greet him.

Although the master of Jianmen is more than seventy years old and has pale hair, he is full of energy, with white hair standing on end, and his whole body is like a long sword, soaring straight into the sky.

Lei Yuntian took the initiative to speak.

"These three hundred and seventy-one disciples are one of the few in my sword sect, and their strength can be regarded as sword cultivators at the sixth rank of martial arts."

"I didn't let the sword cultivators below the sixth rank come. Their strength is too weak, and they are just a drag on the Liangjie Mountain."

"And the remaining 3,500 or so sword cultivators below the sixth rank in Jianmen are ready. Once the Liangjie Mountains are breached, they will rely on my Jianmen formation to be the final support of Jianmen."

When Chu He heard this, he sighed inwardly.

It is said to be the last resort, but it is actually just the last resistance of the human race, and the possibility of survival is not one in a million.

The two people beside Lei Yuntian, the master of Jianmen, are much younger. One of them has half-white hair, wearing a black sword robe, and his sword intent is not concealed at all.

The other person even has black hair, and his sword intent is weaker in comparison, but it's only relatively speaking.

The strength of these two people has also reached the realm of third-rank martial arts.

Lin Zhennan, Wenxiang and the two came forward to hold their fists together and said.

"Thank you Jianmen for coming to help!"

Lei Yuntian laughed out loud, waved his hand and said.

"How can we call it thank you for the things about my human race? This is what my Jianmen should do!"

"Okay! Come here, please go down and rest the Jianmen compatriots."

Lin Zhennan gave a soft drink, and his confidant outside the door hurried forward, asking all the swordmen except Lei Yuntian to go down and rest.

Before Lei Yuntian sat down, he suddenly heard another sound from outside the account.

"Shan Gaoyang, the Taoist of Wudang Mountain, brought a total of 3,500 Taoists with me, and came here to see King Zhennan!"

While speaking, a figure went straight into the tent of the Chinese army.

I saw this person wearing a purple lotus Taoist robe, with one hand whisking the dust, and the other holding the back of the sword, laughing loudly.

"Lin Zhennan, my 3,500 family members heard that you can't hold on anymore, so I'll take a look at the joke alone!"

The visitor was already about the same age as Lin Zhennan, but he spoke harshly, as if he was an acquaintance with Lin Zhennan.

Lin Zhennan said angrily.

"Your Taoist family stay here, you, Shan Gaoyang, get out of Liangjie Mountain for me, and be careful that I will call someone to beat your ass to pieces!"

Before Shan Gaoyang could speak, he looked around, the joke disappeared from his face, and he bowed respectfully.

"Taoist Master Zilian, I have met Wen Xiang, Dean Mu Tong, and the master of Leiyun Tianmen."

The rest of the people bowed to thank them and said.

"Zilian Daoist came here to help, I am grateful."

Before the words fell, another voice sounded from outside the tent.

"Amitabha, poor monk Fakong, come here to pay homage to King Zhennan."

Before everyone was seated, they naturally stood up to welcome them.

Outside the tent of the Chinese army, a man from the Buddhist sect came in wearing a yellow cassock with ring spots on his head, a Buddhist bead in one hand, and clasped hands.

Everyone greeted each other and spoke.

"Fakong Mage."

After a while, everyone was seated.

Chu He sat in the last seat, looking at the crowd in front of him, he couldn't help but feel emotional.

People from Taoism, Jianmen, and Buddhism have not come down the mountain for twenty years.

The three in front of me are already the strongest among the three.

And the 371 people, 3,500 people, and 7,000 people from the Buddhist sect that they brought respectively should be their last strength.

After all, Jianmen is different from the other two. Jianmen is colder and only cultivates swordsmanship, but swordsmanship has no grades, only a long sword, and mortals and saints.

Adding up the three sects, there are only 10,000 people in total.

And most of them are only at the strength of the sixth-rank to fourth-rank.

The three most powerful men are only worthy of the strength of the second-rank peak Confucianism.

The great battle twenty years ago made the three families never healed that breath, and I'm afraid it will continue until now.

But even so, the heads of the three families resolutely came to support with the strength of their subordinates.

Before the Battle of the Two Worlds Mountains, there were people who came, and those who had the money contributed money, and those who had the strength to contribute, really did it to the extreme.

This is the unity of the human race!

However, even so, it may be difficult to resist Mingye's attack.

Chu He sighed slightly in his heart.

The total number of the three families is only tens of thousands. In terms of numbers, they can compete with the low-level ghost cultivators in the ghost world, but they must be second-rank ghost commanders to attack tomorrow night.

How to resist the attack of those second-grade ghost commanders?

Chu He took a deep breath and began to think in his own mind.

On the other side, Prime Minister Lin Zhennan had already talked with Lei Yuntian, Shan Gaoyang, and Fakong about the situation before him.

Lei Yuntian sighed, Fakong secretly said "Amitabha", and Shan Gaoyang said with emotion.

"If there are only three hundred second-rank ghost commanders, it's not that bad. Considering the hundreds of third-rank Confucian scholars and dozens of second-rank realm powerhouses in our human race, they are still barely capable of fighting."

"But the key point is that behind Liangjie Mountain, there are not only three hundred second-rank ghost commanders, but also two first-rank peak ghost kings."

"If these two peak ghost kings of the first rank act personally, our human race will not be able to persist."

Wen Xiang said.

"I'm sure I can stick to the Ghost Emperor or Spirit Ghost King alone, but the other Ghost King who is at the top of the first rank needs to be restrained by at least five of my human race's peak second-rank powerhouses, which has already opened up a huge gap. "

Lei Yuntian sighed and spoke.

"If we can get the help of a sage, we will have a solution."

Lin Zhennan thought for a moment, looked at Chu He and asked.

"Chu He, can that treasure of yours bind three hundred second-rank ghost commanders in one place?"

"If we can influence the three hundred and second-rank ghost commanders without letting them disperse and defeat them one by one, the dispersal of our human race cannot be so open."

Chu He sighed and said.

"The skill of the Seven Star Lianyue Pan is only aimed at low-level ghost cultivators. The second-rank ghost commanders can basically resist it. If they make consecutive shots, they are just changes from ordinary stones, and they will not be able to trap 300 second-rank ghost commanders at all."

Lei Yuntian, Gao Yang, Fakong and the three heard this, but looked at Chu He in surprise, and said.

"Wen Xiang, the literati you mentioned who used Wen Bao to forcefully repel the attack of the ghost world tonight is the person in front of you?"

Wen Xiang nodded slightly and spoke.

"This is Chu He, a first-rank teacher in our country's Scholars Academy, but a fourth-rank talented scholar who can be compared to a second-rank Confucian."

When the three of them heard this, they couldn't help but be amazed.

"You deserve to be the proud son of heaven!"