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Is this the blessing of the Ghost King Hall?

When he missed a hit, Deng A was not discouraged at all. Holding the long sword in his hand, he lifted the Tai'a style upside down, and the sword intent was vertical and horizontal, and he struck again.

Zuo Qingfeng tried the first blow, and he already had the confidence in his heart. He laughed loudly, and his body remained motionless. The ghost aura all over his body turned into black mist and came straight towards Deng A.

"Since you don't give up, I'll let you see what a first-grade peak ghost king is!"

Zuo Qingfeng laughed loudly, and countless ghost auras moved with the wind, making miserable howling sounds, and kept gathering in front of Deng A.

Deng A slashed the ghost energy in front of him with a sword, and a lot of the sword intent was annihilated, but in the next moment, more sword intent came out, cutting the ghost energy in front of him continuously.

But that was all. It was extremely difficult for Deng A to take a step forward.

In the ghost king hall, a ghost king at the top of the first rank can fight a half-step saint, it's not just talk.

Seeing his own strength, Zuo Qingfeng couldn't help feeling arrogant and laughed out loud.

But the next moment, his voice stopped abruptly.

A piece of classical Chinese faintly emerged amidst the ghostly howling miserably.

"Baiyujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor."

"The fairy caresses my head, and the hair is tied for longevity."

"Tsk, I still like Qinglian Sword Immortal's poems."

With a sound of classical Chinese, the majestic literary spirit suddenly rose.

At the same time, another classical Chinese sounded.

"Swordsmanship has become the king's master, there are dragons to kill dragons!"

In an instant, sword intent shot out all over the sky, and silver light exploded.

Amidst the ghostly aura, Chu He laughed out loud, holding the sword Wusu in his hand, with a lingering spirit all over his body, and the long sword's sword intent was overwhelming.

Suddenly, Chu He slashed the ghostly aura in front of him with a sword, and a grand avenue came into being.

One sword breaks ghost energy!

This was the ghost aura that even a half-step saint could not easily cut down in the ghost king's hall, and it was broken by Chu He's sword.

No, it's not broken with a single sword, and there is no saintly appearance.

Countless ghost qi are still pupae, constantly flocking to Chu He, trying to stop him.

Chu He without the image of a sage, no matter how strong he is, he has only the strength of a first-class Confucian.

Compared with the half-step sword Deng A, it was far behind.

Zuo Qingfeng was terrified by the sword, shouted suddenly, waved his hands continuously, and squeezed Chu He continuously with his ghostly aura.

Xuantian Zhishang, a breath suddenly appeared beside Qinglian Sword Immortal who was wearing a gourd on his waist.

Sword Immortal Qinglian took a sip of wine, glanced at the figure at the side, and said lightly.

"Is there something wrong?"

The figure said angrily.

"Can you take good care of your disciples? Just use your sage's mantra, why use mine?"

"It's fine to use mine, can you not attract my saint's breath? I was eating well, and a traction came, which almost choked me to death."

When Sword Immortal Qinglian heard this, she suddenly coughed.

Then, he spoke.

"How can I manage his affairs? If you use it, use it, if you pull it, you will pull it. You are a saint, and you can still be choked to death by food? You are coaxing ghosts."

The figure snorted coldly, snatched the gourd from Qinglian Sword Fairy's hand, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Sword Immortal Qinglian became anxious immediately, and cursed at the sky.

"That's the wine I've brewed for three hundred years! You stole it from me! Give it back to me!"

A word came from the sky.

"Give me compensation!"

Sword Immortal Qinglian scolded.

"The one surnamed Lu! I can't stop talking to you!"

This time, no words came from the sky.

Sword Immortal Qinglian lowered her head and sneered.

"Do you want the image of the saint to help you every time? I think I'm used to you."

"Just relying on a big tree and thinking you are invincible? Good idea!"

"Also let me pay for a jug of wine, Chu He, I'll go to your uncle."

In the ghost king's hall, Chu He, who held the heart sword Wusu and cut the dragon where there was a dragon, still sighed.

"Tsk, you master, why don't you turn to your apprentice at critical times."

While speaking, the sword Wusu in Chu He's hand was full of sword intent, and a ray of sword light appeared.

The next moment, a golden light flickered on Xinjian Wusu.

That classical Chinese poem finally propped up the ghostly aura of the entire Ghost King Palace.

But unfortunately, the image of the saint that Chu He imagined did not appear.

Without enough sage aura, no sage culture, no matter how strong the classical Chinese is, Chu He can't reach the strength of a half-step sage, and he can't do anything with the Ghost King Hall.

The next moment, Deng A, who was constantly fighting with the ghost energy in the air, had a thought, and suddenly turned into a stream of light and entered Chu He's body.

Zuo Qingfeng thought that Chu He couldn't hold on, and then thought of the tension caused by Chu He's performance, he was suddenly annoyed and shouted.

"Chu He! Let's see how you can hold on!"

In an instant, countless ghostly auras rose up suddenly, rushing towards Chu He continuously, wrapping Chu He up.

Chu He chuckled lightly, protecting the surroundings with his heart sword Wusu, and took out a piece of thing in his hand.

Without Deng A's restraint, the ghost energy of the entire Ghost King Palace was completely pressed on Chu He, making Chu He feel very uncomfortable.

Wusu, the heart sword constantly protecting Chu He flying in the air, also gradually slowed down, the golden light gradually disappeared, and was shrouded in a layer of black.

Chu He's complexion was pale, but he still smiled lightly and said.

"King Zuogui, we are destined to meet again."

The next moment, Chu He suddenly crushed the things in his hands, and a leisurely breath rose out of thin air.

Behind Chu He, a green light door suddenly appeared, constantly tearing at Chu He, trying to pull Chu He in.

Zuo Qingfeng looked at the light gate, and suddenly reacted, his figure flashed, but he didn't reach Chu He, but behind Chu He, at the light gate.

Looking at the green light door, Zuo Qingfeng patted it down with his palm.

This is the Ghost King Hall, as long as he wants to, there is nothing that can be sent out.

But he found that a black claw suddenly appeared above the light gate.

Black Claw appeared from the green light door and slammed into his palm fiercely.

The next moment, a familiar face appeared behind the green light door.

Black hair and white skin, blood-colored vertical pupils.

Ghost King!

With one blow, Zuo Qingfeng was filled with ghostly aura, controlled his body, and only took a step back.

But at this step, it is already too late.

The next moment, a classical Chinese sounded.

"One sword moves three thousand miles."

A figure suddenly flashed past Zuo Qingfeng and entered the green light gate.

Zuo Qingfeng yelled angrily, stepped forward with one step, and ghost energy gushed out from behind him, trying to pass through the green light door directly.

But the moment Chu He entered, the green light door suddenly closed.

Zuo Qingfeng had already entered half of Guangmen's arm and appeared.

In classical Chinese, he, a degenerate human race who has just been promoted to the level of a peak ghost king, is far inferior to Chu He even with the blessing of the ghost king hall.

Zuo Qingfeng looked at the disappearing green light gate, at the sculptures that had been cut into pieces all around, and at the ghost king's hall full of cracks, he couldn't help but let out a rage.

"Chu He! Spirit Ghost King!"