Song Mu's roar and the appearance of a group of Qingtian guards pulled everyone out of this wonderful scene of poetry.
When I heard the meaning of these words clearly again, there was a moment of silence.
Until an explosion woke everyone up again, and at this moment, there was sudden aura rising in several places in the scene.
Among the crowd, several people took advantage of Wenli and wanted to break free from here, but what was waiting for them was the Qingtian Guard descending from the sky, and then there were shackles that were enough to imprison Wenli.
Some people were already heading outside, but at this moment, Bu Jia was already there outside the Du Shi Sect.
Teams of infantrymen are coming, now blocking this place.
Many people are extremely shocked by this, but there are also many people who are aware of the situation and are even aware of a situation.
Then the Chang'an traitor whom the Black Dragon King told Song Mu was Duke An? Is it Zhao Feng? !
"This...how is this possible?"
Li Dong's expression was in a trance at this moment, and he seemed to be unable to accept what Song Mu said, but looking at the scene, and Song Mu who was overwhelmed by the flames of literary energy at this moment.
Du Xianyin had already landed next to the other party and said in a deep voice at this moment.
"Your Highness, please step back from me for now."
Li Dong looked at Du Xianyin and spoke this time.
"Sect Master Du, it turns out that today's banquet is a trap?"
Du Xianyin didn't say anything, but she heard a wild laugh from the distance, and Zhao Feng's voice came immediately.
"Master Song, I thought you would come to see me one day, but it turns out you are here."
As Zhao Feng said this, his expression suddenly turned cold. Everyone around him retreated one after another, and the Qingtian Guard was rushing towards the opponent.
"Zhao Feng, you communicated with demons and barbarians, harmed many of our human race's literati, and destroyed our dynasty's solid foundation. You should be punished for this crime!"
Song Mu's sharp shout came again, but now his figure broke away from the force of writing, and with pressure rippling, he stepped towards Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng saw this scene, but his face was very indifferent at the moment, and he just sneered.
"Yes, this crime deserves to be punished, so there is no need to do more."
Saying this, Zhao Feng stretched out his hand and waved a few things, and the black ball suddenly burst open in the air, and green smoke suddenly dispersed from it.
"Be careful, it's soul-eating smoke!"
The Qingtian Guards issued a warning and immediately retreated. The surrounding guests were shocked when they saw this. But the next moment, the smoke stopped stirring in the air, and then there was fire tumbling in it.
A muffled groan suddenly came, and a wolf figure broke through the green smoke eroded by the flames and fell heavily to the ground.
It was Zhao Feng, but at this time, Song Mu was already standing in front of him.
"It's just a small trick, Zhao Feng, but now you are in trouble."
Zhao Feng felt the terrifying pressure on Song Mu, and his expression suddenly changed at this moment, but he threw two black balls again, fled suddenly through the smoke, and shouted angrily.
"I'm just going to die here today, but my dead soldiers will take it all back."
"Stop him!"
After the words fell, I saw that the people who were originally held down by the Qingtian Guards swallowed pills one after another, and then their bodies suddenly turned red, and the literary power on their bodies spread wildly.
Screams came one after another, but in just the blink of an eye, these people had turned into monsters that looked like humans but were not human. At this moment, they broke free from their restraints, and each of them was extremely powerful.
They all have the same cultivation level as Jinshi.
These guys fell suddenly, and the power surging in each of them was not literary power, but demonic energy, which was very terrifying.
Immediately there were members of the Shizong family who wanted to take action, but they heard Song Mu speak.
"The demon has indeed fallen into evil ways and is no longer a subject of others."
"But if I say you are going to be executed today, you will have nowhere to escape!"
As he finished speaking, a red light suddenly rippled out from Song Mu's body. Those transformed people suddenly screamed, and their bodies suddenly began to melt.
"Haoran is upright!"
"These guys are looking for death. Master Song's awe-inspiring righteousness can defeat demons!"
Someone exclaimed in surprise. Zhao Feng, who was eager to escape, saw this and quickened his pace.
But the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened.
Because at this moment, everything suddenly darkened in front of him, and the surrounding scenery disappeared. Everyone in the pavilion disappeared, leaving only boundless darkness.
But the terrifying pressure behind him has not dissipated at all.
Looking around, Zhao Feng saw that he and his demonized subordinates were shrouded in boundless darkness.
Not far away, the tall figure was still coming towards this side.
Song Mu slowly stepped forward, and with every step he took, there was text power carrying his mind power away, and everything around him fell into darkness.
But at this moment, beside Song Mu, the poem was already flashing around, and every word on it was shining with a strange light.
At this moment, Song Mu, who was wearing a red robe, was like Zhong Kui capturing a fierce ghost. Every step he took was a fire, and every step he took was a sharp sword.
Step by step forward, the pressure becomes heavier.
"you……"
Zhao Feng was extremely horrified when he saw this scene. This mysterious scenery had exceeded his imagination.
Zhao Feng suppressed the surprise in his heart and looked at Song Mu at this moment.
"As expected, he is indeed Huangfu Fengming's disciple. His skills in foreign realms are truly superb."
Song Mu walked forward slowly, murderous intent clearly visible on his body.
"Zhao Feng, why did you betray Wen Chao?"
Zhao Feng's eyes darkened and he sneered.
"betray?"
"It's just that different ways don't work together!"
The expression on Zhao Feng's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and said sternly.
"Song Mu, you are indeed capable, but you cannot fully grasp what happened today."
"If I die today, all the dead soldiers hiding in Chang'an will explode themselves. When the soul-eating smoke moves in the wind, the city will be filled with blood."
"Song Mu, do you know the price?"
Saying this, Zhao Feng seemed to be more confident and looked at Song Mu again.
"Let me go to ensure that the people of Chang'an are safe. If we really want to take action, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose."
What responded to him was Song Mu's chuckle, and then Zhao Feng saw the helplessness in Song Mu's eyes.
"You are really arrogant, Zhao Feng, if there is no perfect plan, how could I get up today?"
"I've been waiting for this day for too long."
Song Mu took a breath and said solemnly.
"Master has a whole family, and there are countless scholars in the world. They are all poisoned by you. If you let you go, it will be difficult for me, Song Mu, to face the heroic spirit of Master! It is difficult to be a Confucian scholar in the Wen Dynasty!"
Saying this, Song Mu's power suddenly rippled, and thousands of long swords suddenly appeared in this endless space, flipping and flickering, and shooting out at this moment!
Zhao Feng exclaimed and jumped quickly, seeing that his subordinates were pierced by thousands of swords and were riddled with holes.
This is the power of Hanlin. This junior actually has such power that reaches the heaven and the earth!
Zhao Feng was extremely frightened, but he suddenly noticed it. He looked up and saw Song Mu's figure emerging, and he pressed down with a palm.
The boundless literary power pressed down violently, and his own literary power was instantly defeated. The heavy pressure came instantly, and Zhao Feng vomited three liters of blood.
But before there was any struggle, Song Mu had already grabbed him by the collar.
"You owe countless blood debts to the Wen Dynasty, and you should be beheaded in front of all the people."
"Don't... think about..."
Zhao Feng stared angrily, and suddenly there was a surge of power in his body. At this moment, he broke away and fled in embarrassment, but was trapped by the darkness again.
The two looked at each other again. At this moment, Song Mu had deep doubts in his eyes.
"I really can't believe that with your level of strength, you can still be a traitor."
Zhao Feng's face showed a bit of surprise and madness. At this moment, he looked at Song Mu with a smile on his face.
"Why, does it mean that in this world, one really has to have the ultimate strength to be truly strong?"
Song Mu, however, had a stern look on his face. He looked at the other party and asked seriously.
"Tell me, why did you attack my master?"
"Why do you want to attack me again?"
Zhao Feng paused for a moment, but the next moment he burst into fierce laughter again, spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Song Mu.
"I just don't want you to live."
"It just so happens that the demon Man doesn't think you deserve to be alive either."
As soon as these words came out, Song Mu's face suddenly became ferocious. At this moment, he gathered strength in his hands, and poems flashed beside him. At this moment, Song Mu's body flashed and he arrived in front of Zhao Feng.
One punch made Zhao Feng vomit blood.
"Don't you want us alive?"
"You have really fallen into the devil's way and regard human life as nothing!"
Zhao Feng seemed to be even more aggressive, vomiting blood and shouting angrily.
"So what, I just want to live forever, and I will kill anyone who blocks my immortality."
"It's enough for a few literati to exchange demons for immortality!"
Zhao Feng kept roaring, but Song Mu, who had become furious, suddenly became calm at this moment. When the other party finished roaring and saying these words, Song Mu actually retracted his fist and looked at the other party calmly.
"That's so sad for you."
Zhao Feng's expression paused, and he saw Song Mu walking slowly towards him, and the voice slowly came.
"In the eyes of the demon, you are just a ridiculous little pawn."
"It's so small that I can exchange your life with a poem."
Song Mu said calmly, but Zhao Feng suddenly became extremely angry, pointed at Song Mu and shouted angrily.
"shut up!"
What responded to him was Song Mu's calm words.
"Did I make a mistake?"
"You think the demons are so respectful to you, but that's just your blood, and they think it's dirty!"
"All this is not over yet. His Majesty said that he wants to see you and ask you how the Wen Dynasty has wronged you."
"Dong An Guo!"
Song Mu shouted angrily, and the power in his body was fully displayed at this moment, and the entire space also underwent drastic changes at this moment.
Wanjian penetrated and shattered every inch of Zhao Feng's meridians.
When he fainted, Zhao Feng could only remember Song Mu, who was wearing a sharp look.
At the same time, many bodies fell from the sky in this attic, and everyone in the room looked up to see the situation clearly.
At this moment, Song Mu held An Guogong in his hands and slowly fell down, his body rising with aura, like a god of death.
