Saint of the Confucian way

"Poof..."

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 talent ancient sword flew out.

But when you look carefully, the talent ancient sword is very strange. There are several strands of rust, but the rust is different from ordinary rust. It seems to be cast by blood and years, as if it is the condensation of life and time.

The rust exudes the brilliance of human nature.

The ancient sword with rust enters the blood mist and absorbs the blood mist quickly.

"Where the body is, where the righteousness is! My blood turns blue, and all my longevity changes the righteousness of heaven and earth!" the old Hanlin said aloud, and his whole body aged at a very fast speed.

The hair falls and floats, the skin shrivels and shrinks, the body becomes smaller and smaller, and the gray robe becomes wider and wider

However, an invisible and qualitative strange power condenses out of thin air and integrates into the talent ancient sword of the old Imperial Academy. The power is vast, thick and solid, with a faint singing of great songs, and seems to carry the expectations and anger of all living beings.

After the talent ancient sword absorbed the blood mist, the body of the sword became brighter, and the rust shook gently, but slowly integrated into the body.

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

The demon world is bleak for one hundred thousand miles, and the mountains are dark for two hundred miles. This sword takes the glory of heaven and earth.

"Go, old man..."

Old Hanlin's eyes gradually darkened. Like his old friends who had seen him off for many years, he was full of nostalgia and reluctance, but he had no regrets.

Keng

For twenty years, the sound of Zang Feng shook three thousand miles.

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

Old Hanlin was smiling. His eyes reflected a line of sword light.

The talented ancient sword flies in the air, one, two, three, four, five, six... Seven!

The talent ancient sword with seven times the speed of sound contains the righteousness of heaven and earth that only great Confucianism can control. With unparalleled talent, it hides the sound of sadness and tears the sky.

Hiss

The sword light passed a poisonous Jiao king.

The poison Jiao king looked down at his heart. At first it was just a little red. Then his body exploded and fell to the ground.

The wolf man king on one side felt wrong. He put his hand on his neck and felt wet. Then he found that the sky was spinning and the wolf head fell heavily to the ground.

Tiger king, Cow King, dog demon king

Time seemed to stand still, and the battle seemed to stop. People saw one demon king or Barbarian King killed by a tongue sword as fast as lightning.

When Fang Yun's right hand was falsely held, a three foot ice long sword appeared on the left side of his body, then it was suddenly pulled out, crossed an arc from bottom to top, and finally cut right ahead from top to bottom.

The long sword breaks the sky.

The snow chopping sword carries the snowflakes all over the sky, quickly becomes larger, turns into a mile long giant sword, and silently cuts to 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 and killed a badly wounded wolf man king.

After the third bloody snow cutting sword dissipated, Fang Yunyu Guang saw that the five grey robes who had been standing behind the Pearl River Army had long come to the city wall, and the five of them stood behind a defeated army.

Fang Yun remembers the names of the five. The first tall and thin Hanlin is Xu Changxiang. He has been wearing a black mask and a gray hat since he met. The others are Hu Cheng, Lu Ting and Bai Siwen. The last one is Du Ling, who doesn't want the demon man to see tears. He loves to laugh.

Fang Yun saw that Xu Changxiang opened his gray robe and hat, revealed his gray hair, and then slowly took off his black mask.

At the moment when the mask was taken off, Fang Yun was stunned, because Xu Changxiang's mouth was sewn with a needle and thread, and only the trace left by a straw in the middle of his lips.

Xu Changxiang took out a sharp knife from his pocket. The blade was bright and clean. It seemed that it had just been polished, and then he cut the needle and thread sewn on his lips.

The blood spewed out, and the rusty talent and ancient sword flew out.

"Where the body is, where righteousness is! My blood turns blue, and all my longevity changes the righteousness of heaven and earth!" Xu Changxiang slowly said the blue blood heart in a hoarse voice.

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