"Poof......

Old Hanlin spat out a mouthful of blood mist, this blood mist was different from ordinary blood, crystal clear, like blood-colored crystals, at the same time, he opened his mouth, and a seemingly ordinary talent ancient sword flew out.

But if you look closely, the ancient sword is very strange, there are a few wisps of rust, but the rust is different from ordinary rust, as if it is forged by blood and time, as if life and time are condensed.

The rust radiates humanity.

The rusty ancient sword entered the blood mist and quickly absorbed the blood mist.

"Where the body is, where the righteousness exists! My blood turns blue, and I exchange all my life for the righteousness of heaven and earth!" Old Hanlin said loudly, and his whole body aged at a very fast speed.

His hair fell out and scattered, his skin shriveled and shrunk, his body grew shorter, and his gray robe became more and more wide......

However, an intangible and qualitative strange power condensed out of thin air, blending into the ancient sword of Lao Hanlin's talent, the power was vast and vast, thick and condensed, faintly singing a great song, and seemed to carry the expectation and anger of all sentient beings.

After the Talented Ancient Sword absorbed the blood mist, the sword body became brighter, and those rusts vibrated gently, not dissipating but slowly merging into the sword body.

Old Hanlin smiled slightly, his eyes were like the moon, and the light of the ancient sword was like the sun.

The 100,000-mile demon realm is bleak, and the mountains of the two realms are 800 miles away, and this sword captures the glory of heaven and earth.

"Go, old fellow......"

Old Hanlin's eyes gradually darkened, like an old friend who had been saying goodbye for many years, full of nostalgia and reluctance, but he had no regrets.

Keng ......

Zangfeng has been in Tibet for 20 years, and the sonic shock is 3,000 miles.

Thousands of demon kings retreated in unison, and there seemed to be two words written in the eyes of countless demon barbarians, crazy!

Old Hanlin was smiling, his gaze reflecting a ray of sword light.

The ancient sword of talent is flying in the air, one song, two songs, three songs, four songs, five songs, six songs...... Seven Songs!

The ancient sword of talent at seven times the speed of sound contains the righteousness of heaven and earth that only Confucianism can control, and with peerless assets, the sound of hidden sorrow and sorrow tears the sky.

Laugh at......

The sword light swept over a poisonous Jiao King.

The Poison Jiao King looked down at where his heart was, it was only a little red at first, and then his body exploded and fell limply to the ground.

The wolf barbarian king on the side felt that something was wrong, stretched out his hand to wipe his neck, and felt a touch of wetness, and then found that the sky was spinning, and the wolf's head fell heavily to the ground.

Tiger Barbarian King, Bull Barbarian King, Dog Demon 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-headed demon king was killed, the Talented Ancient Sword finally slowed down, and it was greatly decaying.

The old Hanlin's body shook slightly, and the four gray robes beside him hurriedly reached out to help him. However, where everyone reached out and touched it, the body inside the shirt was as crisp as a pancake, turning into fine powder and scattering gently.

A bear demon king showed the joy of the rest of his life, and then slammed his palm contemptuously at the talented ancient sword in front of him, which was almost as slow as a snail.

"The Terran ......"

Before the Bear Demon King finished speaking, the talented ancient sword suddenly exploded, turning into tens of thousands of small swords, **** in all directions at a faster speed than at its peak.

“...... The Bear Demon King uttered incomplete pronunciation, and his whole body was shot into a sieve by the power ......of the burial sword, and he fell heavily to the ground, dying.

The four demon kings nearby were attacked by the burial sword, although they were not dead, they all suffered heavy losses, screaming and desperately fleeing, the wounds of their swords were like lime, emitting thick white smoke, constantly eroded by the righteous qi of heaven and earth.

However, the Gongjia scholar had already secretly aimed at it, and four light iron poison arrows flew out, accurately hitting the four unsuspecting demon kings, poisoning them to death in two breaths.

Old Hanlin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his head drooped slightly, and then his whole body turned into dust and dissipated into nothingness.

The gray robe shrank and slid to the ground, and the middle-aged gray-robed jinshi beside him reached out and grabbed it, folded it carefully, put it on the hand of the youngest gray robe beside him, and finally gently patted the gray robe of Lao Hanlin.

The youngest gray-robed jinshi nodded slightly, his expression calm.

Many people don't know what this old Hanlin is called, but everyone remembers that on this day, they saw the divine brilliance on the Two Realms Mountain.

The soldiers who retreated from the Shen Kingdom stopped and silently looked at the gray robe left behind by Old Hanlin.

This old Hanlin, who has been hiding Feng for more than 20 years, killed the eight-headed demon king by himself, and joined forces with the Gongjia scholar to kill the four-headed demon king.

Fang Yun looked at the place where Old Hanlin disappeared, many people would forget, but the Terrans would remember, and they would remember Old Hanlin's most glorious moment.

This old Hanlin is just one of the many gray robes.

Almost at the same time, Fang Yun saw a number of old Hanlin people who had been hiding their mouths for many years, summoning the righteousness of heaven and earth with all their lifespans, and enhancing the ordinary Hanlin words and swords to the level of Great Confucianism.

However, more than 700 demon kings or barbarian kings were killed by these gray robes.

The first batch of gray robes to fall were all old Hanlin who was over sixty years old.

In addition to them, there were also some middle-aged gray-robed Hanlin in their forties and fifties, but these middle-aged gray-robed Hanlin stood far away.

The gray robe fell, and those retreating Terrans felt something ignited in their hearts, and silently turned around to meet the demon barbarian kings.

The battle continued, and even if the gray-robed Hanlin who had been hiding in front for twenty years fell, they could not stop the pace of the demon barbarian's attack.

The last peak demon kings are about to ascend to the city.

Fang Yun rushed to the vicinity of the city wall, calculated the distance, and the three poems came out at the same time, all of which were the university soldiers' battle poem "Chopping Loulan".

In May, the mountains are snowy, and there are no flowers but cold.

The flute smells the willows, and the spring has not been seen.

Xiao Zhan followed the golden drum and slept with the jade saddle.

I am willing to put the sword down my waist and cut Loulan directly!

A hard work, a stroke of genius, and a chapter of export.

Fang Yun held his right hand weakly, and a three-foot ice-colored long sword appeared on the left side of his body, and then he pulled it out violently, slashing through an arc from bottom to top, and finally slashing straight forward from top to bottom.

The sword splits the sky.

The Snow Chopping Sword carried the snowflakes in the sky, quickly became larger, turned into a mile-long giant sword, and silently slashed towards a charging pig demon king.

The first sword, the pig demon king was seriously injured.

The second sword, the death of the Pig Demon King.

The third sword fell, killing a seriously injured wolf barbarian king.

After the third blood-stained snow slashing sword dissipated, Fang Yun Yuguang saw that the five gray robes who had been standing behind the Pearl River Army had already come to the city wall, and the five of them were standing behind a defeated army.

Fang Yun remembered the names of the five, the tall and thin Hanlin led by Xu Changxiang was wearing a black mask and a gray robe and hat since they met, and the rest were Hu Cheng, Lu Ting and Bai Siwen, and the last one was Du Ling, who didn't want the demon to see tears, and he loved to laugh.

Fang Yun saw that Xu Changxiang lifted 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 with needles and threads, and only there were traces left by straws in the middle of his lips.

Xu Changxiang took out a sharp knife from his pocket, the blade was smooth and smooth, as if it had just been sharpened, and then cut the needle and thread sewing his lips.

Blood spurted out, and rusty talent ancient swords flew out.

"Where the body is, where the righteousness exists!, my blood turns blue, and I exchange all my life for the righteousness of heaven and earth!" Xu Changxiang slowly said in a hoarse voice.

(To be continued.) )