"Puff..."
The old Hanlin spat out a mouthful of blood mist. This blood mist was different from ordinary blood. It was crystal clear, like blood-colored crystals. At the same time, he opened his mouth, and a seemingly ordinary ancient sword of talent flew out.
But upon closer inspection, this ancient sword was very strange, with a few traces of rust, but that rust was different from ordinary rust. It seemed as if it was forged by blood and years, as if it was the condensation of life and time.
That rust exudes the radiance of humanity.
The rusty ancient sword entered the blood mist and quickly absorbed it.
“Wherever my body is, there is righteousness! My blood will turn into jade, and I will exchange my entire life for the righteousness of heaven and earth!” After the old Hanlin finished speaking loudly, his whole body aged at an extremely fast speed.
The hair fell and flew, the skin shrank, the body gradually became shorter, and the gray robe became looser...
However, an invisible and tangible strange force condensed out of thin air and merged into the old Hanlin's talented ancient sword. That power was vast and boundless, heavy and solid, with faint sound of a great song, and seemed to carry the expectations and anger of all living beings.
After the Caiqi Ancient Sword absorbed the blood mist, the sword body became brighter, and the rust vibrated slightly. Instead of dissipating, it slowly merged into the sword body.
The old Hanlin smiled slightly, his eyes were like the moon, and the ancient sword shone like the sun.
The demon world of ten thousand miles was dim, the mountains of eight hundred miles between the two worlds were without light, and this sword took away all the glory of heaven and earth.
"Go ahead, old man..."
The old Hanlin's eyes gradually dimmed, like saying goodbye to an old friend who had been away for many years, full of nostalgia and reluctance, but without any regrets.
Clang...
Hiding the sword for twenty years, the sound is heard within three thousand miles.
Thousands of demon kings retreated together, and the eyes of countless demons seemed to have two words written on them: madman!
The old Hanlin was smiling, his eyes reflecting a ray of sword light that divided heaven and earth.
The ancient sword of talent flew in the air, ringing once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times...seven times!
The ancient sword with seven times the speed of sound contained the righteousness of heaven and earth that could only be controlled by great scholars. With its peerless talent and hidden mournful sound, it tore through the sky.
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The sword flashed across a poisonous dragon king.
The Poison Dragon King looked down at where his heart was. At first it was just a spot of bright red, and then his body exploded and fell softly to the ground.
The Wolf King on the side felt something was wrong. He reached out to touch his neck and felt a hint of wetness. Then he found that the world was spinning and the wolf's head fell heavily to the ground.
The Tiger King, the Bull King, the Dog King...
Time seemed to stand still, the battle seemed to stop, and everyone saw one demon king or barbarian king after another being killed by a tongue sword as fast as lightning.
When the seventh demon king was killed, the ancient sword of talent finally slowed down and was attenuating significantly.
The old Hanlin's body swayed slightly, and the four gray-robed men around him hurriedly reached out to support him. However, wherever their hands touched, his body inside his clothes became as brittle as a pancake, turning into fine powder and gently scattering.
A bear demon king showed his joy at surviving a calamity, then he slapped his palm contemptuously at the Caiqi ancient sword in front of him, which was moving almost as slow as a snail.
"The waste of the human race..."
Before the Bear Demon King could finish his words, the Ancient Sword of Talent suddenly exploded and transformed into tens of thousands of small swords, which flew in all directions at a speed even faster than at its peak.
“… 物…” The Bear Demon King uttered the word incompletely. His whole body was shot into a sieve by the power of the Burial Sword. He fell heavily to the ground and died with his eyes open.
The four demon kings nearby were attacked by the Burial Sword. Although they did not die, they were all seriously injured. They screamed and tried to escape. The wounds from the sword on them were like water falling on lime, emitting thick white smoke, and were constantly eroded by the righteousness of heaven and earth.
However, the scholar from the craftsman family had already secretly aimed, and four iron poison arrows flew out, accurately hitting the four defenseless demon kings, poisoning them to death within two breaths.
The old Hanlin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his head drooped slightly, and then his whole body turned into dust and disappeared into nothingness.
The gray robe shrank and slid to the ground. The middle-aged gray-robed scholar beside him reached out and grabbed it, folded it carefully, and put it in the hand of the youngest gray-robed man beside him, and finally patted the old Hanlin's gray robe gently.
The youngest scholar in gray robe nodded slightly with a calm expression.
Many people do not know what the old Hanlin was called, but everyone remembers seeing the divine light on Liangjie Mountain on this day.
The retreating soldiers of the Shen State stopped and silently looked at the gray robe left behind by the old Hanlin.
This old Hanlin, who had been hiding his power for more than twenty years, killed eight demon kings on his own and teamed up with workers and scholars to kill four demon kings.
Fang Yun looked at the place where the old Hanlin disappeared. Many people will forget, but the human race will remember it, and he himself will remember the old Hanlin’s most glorious moment.
This old Hanlin is just one of many gray robes.
Almost at the same time, Fang Yun saw many old Hanlin scholars releasing their verbal battles that had been hidden for many years, and using all their lifespans to call upon the righteousness of heaven and earth to enhance the ordinary verbal battles of the Hanlin scholars to the level of great scholars.
In just a few breaths, more than 700 demon kings or barbarian kings were killed by these gray-robed men.
The first group of gray-robed people who fell were all old Hanlin scholars over sixty years old.
In addition to them, there were some middle-aged gray-robed Hanlin scholars in their forties or fifties, but these middle-aged gray-robed Hanlin scholars stood farther away.
The gray robes fluttered down, and the retreating humans felt something ignited in their hearts. They turned around silently and faced the demon kings.
The battle was still going on. Even though the gray-robed scholars who had been hiding their power for twenty years died, they were unable to stop the attack of the monsters.
The last of the top demon kings are about to enter the city.
Fang Yun rushed to the vicinity of the city wall, calculated the distance, and wrote three poems at the same time, all of which were the war poems "Beheading Lou Lan" by the Grand Secretary.
There is snow on the Tianshan Mountains in May, no flowers, only cold.
I heard the sound of willows being cut in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.
Fight in the morning to the sound of golden drums, sleep at night hugging the jade saddle.
I wish to draw the sword at my waist and kill Lou Lan!
One poem was written quickly, one poem was written with inspiration, and one poem was fluent in speech.
Fang Yun clenched his right hand, and a three-foot ice-colored sword appeared on the left side of his body. He then pulled it out suddenly, drawing an arc from bottom to top, and finally slashed from top to bottom in front of him.
The long sword splits the sky.
The Snow-Cutting Sword carried snowflakes all over the sky and quickly grew larger, turning into a giant sword a mile long, and silently slashed towards a charging Pig Demon King.
With the first sword, the Pig Demon King was seriously injured.
The second sword killed the Pig Demon King.
The third sword fell, killing a seriously injured Wolf King.
After the third blood-stained Snow-Cutting Sword disappeared, Fang Yun saw out of the corner of his eye that the five gray-robed men who had been standing behind the Pearl River Army had already arrived at the city wall. The five of them were standing behind a defeated army.
Fang Yun remembered the names of five of them. The tall and thin Hanlin leader was called Xu Changxiang. He had been wearing a black mask and a gray robe and hat since they met. The others were Hu Cheng, Lu Ting and Bai Siwen. The last one was Du Ling, who didn't want Yaoman to see his tears and loved to laugh.
Fang Yun saw that Xu Changxiang lifted up his gray robe and hat, revealing his gray hair, and then slowly took off his black mask.
The moment the mask was taken off, Fang Yun was stunned, because Xu Changxiang's mouth was sewn shut with needle and thread, leaving only traces of the straw between his lips.
Xu Changxiang took out a sharp knife from his pocket. The blade was smooth, as if it had just been sharpened, and then cut the stitches that were sewing his lips.
Blood spurted out and the rusty ancient sword of talent flew out.
“Wherever my body is, there is righteousness! My blood will turn into jade, and I will exchange my entire life for the righteousness of heaven and earth!” Xu Changxiang slowly said the words of his loyal heart in a hoarse voice.
.(To be continued.)