The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1599 Gray robe! Gray robe!

"Puff..."

The old Hanlin spit out a blood mist, which is different from ordinary blood. It is 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 a closer look shows that this ancient sword of talent is very strange. There are a few traces of rust, but the rust is different from ordinary rust. It seems to be made of blood and years, as if it is the condensation of life and time.

The rust exudes the brilliance of humanity.

The ancient sword with rust entered the blood mist and quickly absorbed the blood mist.

"Where the body is, there is justice! My blood turns into green, and I will use my entire life to exchange for the righteousness of heaven and earth!" After the old Hanlin finished speaking loudly, his whole body aged at a very fast speed.

The hair fell and scattered, the skin shrank, the body gradually became shorter, and the gray robe became wider...

However, an invisible and tangible strange power condensed out of thin air and merged into the old Hanlin's talent ancient sword. The power was vast and vast, heavy and solid, with a faint sound of great songs, and it seemed to carry the expectations and anger of all living beings.

After the talent ancient sword absorbed the blood mist, the sword body became brighter, and the rust shook gently, not dissipating but slowly merging into the sword body.

The old Hanlin smiled slightly, his eyes were like the moon, and the ancient sword shone like the sun.

The 100,000-mile demon world was dim, and the 800-mile two-world mountain was lightless. This sword took away the glory of heaven and earth.

"Go, old friend..."

The old Hanlin's eyes gradually dimmed, like an old friend who had said goodbye for many years, full of nostalgia and reluctance, but without regrets.

Clang...

Hiding the sword for twenty years, the sound shook three thousand miles.

Thousands of demon kings retreated together, and countless demons seemed to have two words written in their eyes, madman!

The old Hanlin was smiling, and his eyes reflected a line of sword light that divided the world.

The ancient sword of talent was flying in the air, one sound, two sounds, three sounds, four sounds, five sounds, six sounds...seven sounds!

The ancient sword of talent, which was seven times the speed of sound, contained the righteousness of heaven and earth that only great scholars could control. With its peerless talent, it hid the sound of mourning and tore the sky apart.

Swish...

The sword light passed by a poisonous dragon king.

The poisonous dragon king looked down at where his heart was. At first, it was just a little red, and then his body exploded and fell softly to the ground.

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

The tiger barbarian king, the ox barbarian king, the dog demon king...

Time seemed to stand still, and the battle seemed to stop. Everyone saw that one demon king or barbarian king after another was 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 greatly attenuated.

The old Hanlin swayed slightly, and the four gray-robed men around him hurriedly reached out to help him. However, wherever everyone reached out to touch, the body inside the clothes was as crisp as a pancake, turning into fine powder and gently scattering.

A bear demon king showed the joy of surviving the disaster, and then slapped the ancient sword of talent in front of him, which was almost as slow as a snail.

"Human waste..."

Before the bear demon king finished speaking, the ancient sword of talent suddenly exploded, turning into tens of thousands of small swords, and scattering in all directions at a speed faster than at its peak.

"...Things..." The bear demon king pronounced the word incompletely, and 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 severely injured. They screamed and tried their best to escape. The wounds 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 Gong family scholar had already secretly aimed, and four light iron poison arrows flew out, accurately hitting the four unprepared 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 dissipated into nothingness.

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

The youngest gray-robed Jinshi nodded gently, his expression calm.

Many people don’t know what this old Hanlin is called, but everyone remembers that day, they saw the sacred glory on the Liangjie Mountain.

The retreating soldiers of the Shen State stopped and silently looked at the gray robe left by the old Hanlin.

This old Hanlin, who had been hiding his sword for more than 20 years, killed eight demon kings by himself, and joined hands with the Gong family scholar to kill four demon kings.

Fang Yun looked at the place where the old Hanlin disappeared. Many people would forget, but the human race would remember, and he would remember the most glorious moment of the old Hanlin.

This old Hanlin was just one of many gray robes.

Almost at the same time, Fang Yun saw many old Hanlins release their long-hidden tongues and swords, using all their lifespans to summon the righteousness of heaven and earth, and enhance the ordinary Hanlin tongues and swords to the level of great scholars.

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

The first batch of gray robes that fell were all old Hanlins over 60 years old.

In addition to them, there were some middle-aged gray-robed Hanlins in their 40s and 50s, but these middle-aged gray-robed Hanlins stood farther away.

The gray robes fell, and the retreating human race felt something ignited in their hearts, turned silently, and greeted the demon and barbarian kings.

The battle continued, and even if the gray-robed Hanlins who had hidden their swords for 20 years fell, they could not stop the pace of the demon and barbarian attack.

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

Fang Yun rushed to the city wall, calculated the distance, and wrote three poems at the same time, all of which were the war poems of the Grand Secretary "Beheading Loulan".

In May, there is snow on the Tianshan Mountain, no flowers, only cold.

I heard the sound of willows being cut in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.

I fought with the golden drums at dawn, and slept with the jade saddle at night.

I wish to use the sword at my waist to kill Lou Lan!

One poem was written quickly, one was inspired by God, and one poem came out of his mouth.

Fang Yun held his right hand in the air, and a three-foot ice-colored sword appeared on the left side of his body, and then he pulled it out suddenly, drew an arc from bottom to top, and finally slashed from top to bottom in front.

The long sword split the sky.

The Snow-Slashing Sword carried snowflakes all over the sky, and quickly grew larger, turning into a giant sword one mile long, silently slashing at a charging pig demon king.

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

The second sword, the pig demon king died.

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

After the third bloody Snow-Slashing Sword dissipated, Fang Yun saw from the corner of his eye that the five gray-robed men 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 five people. The tall and thin Hanlin in the lead 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. 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 actually sewn with needle and thread, and there was only a trace of the straw between his lips.

Xu Changxiang took out a sharp knife from his pocket. The blade was smooth and seemed to have just been sharpened, and then cut the needle and thread that sewed his lips.

Blood spurted out, and the rusty ancient sword of talent flew out.

"Where the body is, there is justice! My blood turns into jade, and I will exchange my entire life for the righteousness of heaven and earth!" Xu Changxiang slowly said in a hoarse voice.

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