"Puff …"
Old Han Lin spat out a mouthful of blood mist. This blood mist was different from ordinary blood. It was sparkling and translucent, like blood-colored crystals. At the same time, he opened his mouth and a seemingly ordinary ancient sword made of Talent Qi flew out.
But upon closer inspection, this ancient sword was very strange. There were a few traces of rust, but the rust was different from normal rust. It was as if it was forged by blood and time, as if it was the condensation of life and time.
The rust emitted the radiance of humanity.
The rusty ancient sword entered the blood mist and quickly absorbed it.
"Where the body is, where the righteousness exists! My blood will turn into jade, and with my life, I will exchange it for the righteousness of heaven and earth! "Old Hanlin said loudly and his body aged rapidly.
His hair fell and scattered, his skin shriveled and shrunk, his body became shorter and shorter, and his grey robe became wider …
However, an incorporeal yet peculiar power condensed out of thin air and merged into Old Hanlin's ancient sword of talent. That power was vast and boundless, thick and solid. There was a faint sound of majesty singing, and it seemed to carry the expectation and anger of all living beings.
After the ancient sword absorbed the blood mist, the sword body became brighter. The rust trembled slightly and did not dissipate, but slowly merged with the sword body.
Old Hanlin smiled. His eyes were like the moon, and the ancient sword's radiance was like the sun.
A hundred thousand miles of the Demon Realm dimmed, and eight hundred miles of Two Boundaries Mountain lost its light. This sword stole the radiance of heaven and earth.
"Go, old friend …"
Old Hanlin's eyes gradually dimmed, like an old friend who had been bidding farewell for many years. It was full of reluctance and reluctance, but there were no regrets.
Clang …
Twenty years of Hidden Edge, the sound shook three thousand miles.
Thousands of Demon Kings retreated together. Countless Demon Barbarians' eyes seemed to be written with one word: Lunatic!
Old Hanlin smiled. His eyes reflected a ray of sword light that divided heaven and earth.
The ancient sword flew through the air. One cry, two cries, three cries, four cries, five cries, six cries … seven cries!
The ancient sword was seven times the speed of sound. It contained the righteousness of heaven and earth that only a great scholar could control. With its peerless talent, it tore through the sky with a mournful cry.
Chi …
The sword light swept past a Poison Dragon King.
The Poison Dragon King looked down at where its heart was. At first, it was only a little red, but then its body exploded and fell to the ground.
Beside it, the Barbarian Wolf King felt something was wrong. It wiped its neck and felt a touch of wetness. Then, it found the world spinning and its head fell to the ground.
Barbarian Tiger King, Barbarian Bull King, Demon Dog King …
Time seemed to have stopped, and the battle seemed to have stopped. Everyone watched as one Monster King or Barbarian King after another was killed by a tongue sword that was as fast as lightning.
When the seventh Demon King was killed, the Qi Ancient Sword finally slowed down.
Old Han Lin's body swayed, and the four gray-robed men beside him hurriedly reached out to support him. However, wherever the crowd reached out to touch, the body inside the clothes was as brittle as a pancake, turning into fine powder that scattered gently.
A Bear Demon showed the joy of surviving a calamity, and then contemptuously waved its palm at the Ancient Sword of Talent Qi that was almost as slow as a snail.
"Trash of the human race …"
Before Bear Demon could finish speaking, the Cai Qi ancient sword suddenly exploded, turning into tens of thousands of small swords, flying in all directions at a speed faster than when it was at its peak.
"… Thing …" The Bear Demon could not utter a complete word. His entire body was shot into a sieve by the power of the Zang Sword. He fell heavily to the ground and died with his eyes wide open.
The four Monster Kings nearby were attacked by the Zang Sword. Although they did not die, they were all seriously injured. They screamed and ran for their lives. Their wounds were like lime that fell on water, emitting thick white smoke, and were constantly being eroded by the righteous energy of heaven and earth.
However, the scholar from the Gong Family had already secretly aimed. Four Light Iron Poison Arrows flew out and accurately hit the four defenseless Monster Kings, poisoning them to death within two breaths.
Old Han Lin seemed to be slightly relieved. His head drooped slightly, and then his body turned into dust and dissipated into nothingness.
His gray robe shrunk and slid to the ground. The middle-aged gray-robed scholar beside him reached out to grab it, folded it carefully, and gave it to the youngest gray-robed scholar beside him. Finally, he gently patted Old Han Lin's gray robe.
The youngest gray-robed scholar nodded gently with a calm expression.
Many people did not know Old Han Lin's name, but everyone remembered that day when they saw the sacred radiance on the Two World Mountain.
The retreating soldiers of the Shen Kingdom stopped and silently looked at the gray robe left behind by Old Han Lin.
This Old Han Lin had hidden his edge for more than twenty years. He killed eight Monster Kings by himself and joined forces with the scholar from the Gong Family to kill four Monster Kings.
Fang Yun looked at the place where Old Han Lin disappeared. Many people would forget it, but the human race would remember it. He would remember Old Han Lin's most glorious moment.
This Old Han Lin was just one of the many gray-robed scholars.
Almost at the same time, Fang Yun saw many Old Han Lin's sharp tongue that had been hidden for many years. They summoned the righteous qi of heaven and earth with their lifespan and enhanced the ordinary Hanlin's sharp tongue to the level of Great Confucian.
In just a few breaths, more than seven hundred Monster Kings and Barbarian Kings were killed by these gray-robed scholars.
The first batch of gray-robed scholars who died were all Old Han Lin who were over sixty years old.
In addition to them, there were some middle-aged gray-robed scholars in their forties or fifties. However, these gray-robed scholars stood far away.
Their gray robes fluttered down. The retreating humans felt that something was ignited in their hearts. They silently turned around and faced the Monster Kings and Barbarian Kings.
The battle was still going on. Even though the gray-robed scholars who had hidden their edge for more than twenty years died, they still could not stop the attack of the Monster Kings and Barbarians.
The last peak-level Monster Kings were about to reach the city.
Fang Yun rushed close to the city wall. After calculating the distance, he recited three poems at the same time. They were all Great Scholar War Poem "Loulan Slash".
Snow on the mountain in May. No flowers, only cold.
Hearing the plucked willows in the flute, spring has yet to see.
Battle at dawn with the golden drum, sleep at night with the jade saddle.
Willing to slash Loulan Slash with the sword at my waist!
One poem was written at a great speed, one was written by a genius, and one was written in a poem.
Fang Yun clenched his right hand, and a three-foot-long ice sword appeared on his left side. Then, he suddenly pulled it out and drew an arc from bottom to top. Finally, he slashed from top to bottom in front of him.
The sword split the sky.
The Snow-Slashing Sword carried snowflakes that filled the sky. It quickly expanded into a huge sword that was a mile long. It silently slashed at a charging Monster King.
The first slash severely injured the Monster King.
The second slash killed the Monster King.
The third slash killed a heavily injured Barbarian Wolf King.
After the third blood-stained Snow-Slashing Sword dissipated, Fang Yun saw from the corner of his eye that the five Gray Robes who had been standing behind the Pearl River Army had already arrived at the city wall. The five of them stood behind a defeated army.
Fang Yun remembered the five names. The leader was a tall and thin Han Lin named Xu Zhangxiang. He had been wearing a black mask and a gray robe since they met. The others were Hu Cheng, Lu Ting, and Bai Siwen. The last one was Du Ling, who did not want the Barbarians to see his tears. He loved to laugh.
Fang Yun saw Xu Zhangxiang lift his gray robe and hat, revealing his white hair. Then, he slowly took off his black mask.
The moment he took off his mask, Fang Yun was stunned. Xu Zhangxiang's mouth had been sewn shut with a needle and thread. There were only traces of a straw in the middle of his lips.
Xu Zhangxiang took out a sharp knife from his pocket. The blade was bright and clean, as if it had just been sharpened. Then, he cut open the needle and thread that had sewn his lips shut.
Blood spurted out, and a rusty ancient sword flew out.
"Where the body is, where the righteousness exists! My blood transforms into jade. With all my lifespan, I exchange it for the righteousness of heaven and earth! "Xu Zhangxiang slowly said in a hoarse voice.
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