The main hall of the Chu Palace was so quiet that you could hear the sound of fine needles falling to the ground.

The other three scholars were almost stunned, although everyone felt that the King of Chu might compromise, but they didn't expect to agree so quickly.

The eyes of the Marquis of Qingye were full of helplessness, and he said: "As for the family wealth hidden by the Marquis of Qishan, it is related to ...... The third son of King Jingjun conspired, and he should take away his title and be abolished!"

King Jingjun was like hearing a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and looked at the Marquis of Qingye blankly, unable to speak for a long time.

The King of Chu had a dark face, looked at the King of Jingjun and said, "Uncle Huang, at this time, you need to kill your relatives with righteousness, don't let the widow be embarrassed!"

Such a naked threat made several other scholars present frown, the words of the king of Chu had deviated from the way of the monarch and the minister, and the court should not have said such heavy words.

After a long time, King Jingjun nodded vigorously and said, "The old man has no way to teach his son, and I hope the king will forgive!"

After speaking, King Jingjun turned his head to look at Fang Yun, gritted his teeth and asked, "How is it, is it enough?"

Fang Yun looked confused and said, "What are you talking about?"

The King of Chu and the four scholars suddenly felt a headache, and they couldn't keep up with the thoughts of this Zhujiang Marquis at all, and they didn't know what he meant by this.

Qing Ye Hou said helplessly: "We are punishing the murderer according to what you said." ”

"They are not murderers. Fang Yundao.

The rest of the people were puzzled, could it be that they just wanted to turn the war into jade silk and just find a substitute for the dead ghost?

Fang Yun slowly raised his right hand, and finally pointed his index finger at the high King of Chu.

"You are. Fang Yun looked directly into the eyes of the King of Chu.

The crowd was shocked, and then furious.

"Thief dare!" King Chu slammed the dragon case on his side.

Bang ......

The large screens on both sides of the throne were kicked down, and thirty-seven men walked out of it.

Sixteen Hanlin, twenty-one Jinshi.

Everyone was silent, but their eyes were like swords, and their killing intent was like a tide.

Fang Yun only felt that the hairs on his body trembled slightly, like a blade approaching him.

Among the thirty-seven people, everyone has already written the poem of Zangfeng, and everyone can let out their words and swords in the next moment.

The four scholars looked at Fang Yun coldly, the four of them were surging with energy, the vitality was circulating, and bursts of powerful pressure were impacting Fang Yun, but those powerful forces automatically dissipated a foot away from Fang Yun.

The four of them can shoot at any time.

The king of Chu sat condescendingly on the throne, his face was as cold as an ice field, and his eyes were unusually bright.

"Zhang Longxiang, do you think this king can't help you?" said King Chu sharply.

With a faint smile on his face, Fang Yun glanced at all the Hanlin and Jinshi one by one, and finally glanced at the four scholars.

"Earthen chickens and dogs. ”

Where one person is, all armies are invincible.

Everyone was furious, eager to strike immediately, this is simply the greatest scorn in this life.

The King of Chu took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said slowly: "Zhang Longxiang, this king will give you one last chance, are you willing to abandon your previous suspicions and join forces to help the Chu State reach a higher level?"

Fang Yun smiled dumbly, looked at the King of Chu with pity, as if he was looking at a wild dog, and said, "You are also worthy of joining forces with me?"

The King of Chu was so angry that he almost overturned the table, but he finally endured it and said, "You know very well that it is impossible for a widow to allow a person who has a deep hatred with me to stay in the Chu State, let alone allow you to leave the Chu State and go to another country. In front of you, there are only two paths, one is to abandon the past suspicions with this king, and the other is that this king will destroy your literary palace and shatter your literary courage for the crime of murdering the university scholar Gou Bao!"

"It's up to you?" Fang Yun made no secret of his sarcasm.

King Jingjun was furious and said, "Your Majesty, give an order!"

The king of Chu held the jade seal in his hand, slowly got up, looked down at Fang Yun, and said: "Zhang Longxiang, you are forcing a widow! The respect of the king of Chu is not allowed to be blasphemed!"

Fang Yun put his hands behind his back, looked at the King of Chu quietly, and said, "It's a pity, you could have become the first monarch in the history of the literary world, but you ruined this possibility with your own hands, and even ruined the royal family of Chu!"

Everyone present didn't understand what Fang Yun meant by this, but everyone was furious.

"Your Majesty, the old man can't bear it anymore!" King Jingjun snorted.

"Then ......" King Chu's eyelids drooped slightly, and then he raised his head and said loudly, "Zhong Aiqing listened to the order, Zhang Longxiang, the Marquis of Zhujiang, plotted to kill Gou Bao, the Marquis of Qishan, harbored evil intentions, and refused to change his teachings, and was suspected of betraying the human race like his father Zhang Wankong!

After the king of Chu finished speaking, the jade seal in his right hand suddenly emitted a bright light, soaring into the sky, echoing with the holy temple in the distance, and then, a breath of Pei Mo Neng Yu fell from the sky, enveloping the entire palace hall.

Under that huge power, everyone present seemed to be small fish in a fish tank.

Then, a reddish pillar of light descended from the sky, enveloping Fang Yun.

The temple is banned.

Even if he is a half-saint, once he is banned by the Holy Temple, he will be unable to move for a short time.

However, no one can control the power of the temple to ban the demi-saints now, unless the sub-saints come in person.

Except for the King of Chu, all the scholars put their tongues and swords and attacked Fang Yun directly.

Except for the four scholars, each of the remaining thirty-seven people had used the Tibetan battle poem "Sword Yin" to enhance the power of the sword, and at the same time, the use of the sword poem "Dragon Sword Poem" doubled the number of swords.

A full seventy-four tongue-tongued swords attacked, like a lotus flower blooming at night, brilliantly.

Everyone's face was full of contempt and disdain.

The four scholars did not attack with the talented ancient sword in front of them, because they wanted to protect the king of Chu. What's more, in the face of the power of the Holy Temple's ban, Fang Yun was powerless, and it was impossible to dodge the joint attack of dozens of people.

However, in the next moment, except for the talented ancient swords of the four scholars, all the other Hanlin and Jinshi's swords and swords all stopped in mid-air, and at the same time, transparent ripples spread in the vertical plane, as if there was an additional shield formed by the water in front of Fang Yun.

The moment they saw these ripples, everyone's eyes widened and they were horrified.

Thundered......

A violent thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, and that sound not only spread throughout the literary world, but even throughout the Shengyuan Continent, and spread everywhere there was a holy temple.

Subsequently, all the creatures in the literary world looked up at the sky, and saw the direction of the palace of the king of Chu, as if there was a crack between heaven and earth, and the wrath of the heavens.

The power of heaven has descended.

In the main hall of the palace, seventy-four swords slowly turned around under the invisible but terrifying force, and finally turned one hundred and eighty degrees.

The ontology and imitation of each sword point to their master, the former master.

"Heavenly ...... Yes...... Division...... "......The king of Chu muttered to himself, his throat almost rusty.

"He's ...... Fang Xusheng ......, "King Jingjun looked at Fang Yun in disbelief.

"Yi Chuan" slowly converges its strength, and the bearded middle-aged Zhang Long is like a teenager's Fang Yun.

At this moment, whether it was the King of Chu or the four scholars, whether it was Hanlin or Jinshi, they suddenly understood why there was a Zhang Mingzhou in the literary world, why a person in the literary world could compose three poems in a row, and why a person in the literary world could create a miracle that even everyone in the Shengyuan Continent could not do.

Because that person in the literary world is Fang Yun.

(To be continued.) )