As soon as the momentum came out, Murong Bo's expression changed greatly.

"Great Grandmaster, the poor monk is, but he still can't change the situation. The sweeping monk said coldly to Murong Bo.

"It's abrupt. Murong Bo's eyes froze, and he was about to pull Murong Fu away.

But.

"Did the poor monk let you go?" said the sweeping monk.

"What does the master mean?" Murong Bo felt anxious in his heart.

"The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is my Shaolin important place, you have learned a lot of martial arts in it, such a sin, do you want to leave?"

In the original world process, in the end, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan stayed in Shaolin and became monks, which should be the sweeping monk in order to strengthen the power of Shaolin, after all, the strength of the two of them is not weak, and they have the strength of the peak of the grandmaster realm.

"What does the master want?" Murong Bo asked with the panic in his heart, and at the same time, the true qi in the dantian surged, coming out at any time.

The great grandmaster is strong, if he wants to kill him, he can't resist, and he can only resist with death.

"If the poor monk is not bad, you are Murong Fu who established the Yan Kingdom before. The sweeping monk looked away.

"Not bad. Murong Fu nodded proudly.

"If I can capture you and dedicate you to the Han Emperor, maybe my Shaolin will still have a glimmer of life. The sweeping monk changed his words, and struck Murong Bo and his son twice with one palm.

"Not good. ”

Murong Bo's eyes widened, and he subconsciously used his true qi and resisted hard.

Bang.

The palm wind was wanton, and Murong Bo's father and son were directly swept out by the sweeping monk's palm.

Fell to the ground hard.

The so-called grandmaster, in front of the great grandmaster who is one word apart, the strength is worlds apart.

"Ahem... The master is a great grandmaster and a strong man, does he have to grovel to the Han Kingdom?" Murong Bo endured the severe pain of his internal injuries and looked at the sweeping monk questioningly.

"As long as I can preserve my Shaolin foundation, what about groveling?" the sweeping monk was very calm.

"I wonder what the master is going to do with me?"

At this time, Xiao Yuanshan spoke, and he didn't run away, because he knew that in front of the Great Grandmaster, he couldn't escape at all.

"Do you have a son for Qiao Feng?" The sweeping monk's eyes turned and fell on Xiao Yuanshan's body.

"How did the master know?" Xiao Yuanshan exclaimed.

"In the past, I saw Qiao Feng, who looked exactly like you, and now, he works for the Han Emperor. The sweeping monk said with deep meaning.

"Hey. When Xiao Yuanshan heard this, he just sighed and didn't say much.

As a Khitan, he has not returned to China for more than ten years, and now his son is not working for the Khitan, which is also a helpless move.

"The poor monk won't do anything to you for the time being, let's go to see the Han Emperor with the poor monk. The sweeping monk said, lifted his hands, lifted Murong Bo's father and son, and flew towards the front hall of Shaolin.

Now.

The army of the Han Dynasty has surrounded Shaolin, countless armies have pressed the border, and the entire sect has been surrounded by the Great Army, even if the grandmaster, even the great grandmaster, it is impossible to escape under such a siege.

And in Shaolin, many sects have gathered in front of the mountain gate.

Zhao Yun, Lu Bu, Huang Zhong and other generals have already come to the gate of Shaolin Mountain, staring at the inside of this mountain gate.

"The emperor has arrived. ”

Not for a while.

Surrounded by many forbidden troops, Luan Jia, who belonged to Liu Xie, also came here.

"Greetings to the Emperor. ”

The generals said in unison.

"Greetings to the Emperor. ”

The soldiers of the Han Dynasty in this square circle also shouted one after another, the momentum shook the sky, and the sky and the void were full of chanting, resounding between heaven and earth, which made the disciples of the sect in this temple even more frightened.

"Flat. ”

Since Luan was driving, Liu Xie's voice sounded.

"Your Majesty, Emperor. All the soldiers said in unison.

And inside the temple.

The abbot, as well as many heads of the Central Plains Martial Arts Sect, are also extremely worried.

"Greetings to the Emperor of the Han Dynasty. ”

But at this moment, they no longer have any resistance to the Han Dynasty, and only ask the Han to forgive them and protect their sect.

Luan Driver.

Liu Xie walked out slowly, and under the guard of the generals, he stepped in front of the strongest sect in the Central Plains.

And the figure was also presented in front of all the disciples of the Martial Arts Sect.

"It's... Is this the Emperor of the Han Dynasty?"

"So young?"

"I heard that the Great Grandmaster of Zhenguo of my Great Song Dynasty was seriously injured by his move, and thus fell, is his strength also the Great Grandmaster realm?"

Seeing Liu Xie's appearance, almost all the sect disciples were shocked.

"Shaolin, the Central Plains Martial Arts Sect. ”

Liu Xie's eyes swept over these warriors standing in front of the mountain gate, and he didn't pay much attention.

In his eyes, with just one sentence, all the warriors in this mountain gate will be reduced to corpses, and those who do not submit will be killed.

"You should know what I mean. Liu Xie's eyes swept over and shouted in a majestic voice.

"Your Majesty, since my Shaolin foothold in the world, I have never interfered in secular affairs, and I have never interfered between countries, and I also ask the emperor to let me go of Shaolin and retain my Shaolin foundation. The Shaolin abbot bowed to Liu Xie with a pleading meaning.

"My great man, I never allow the existence of transcendent forces, any force must be in my hands, you, understand?" Liu Xie slowly walked in front of the abbot and said coldly.

"Your Majesty, my whole family is willing to serve the Great Han. ”

"Please forgive my sect with the emperor. ”

"My sect is the same, I am willing to serve the Han Dynasty and ask the emperor for forgiveness..."

Without waiting for the Shaolin abbot to reply, one by one the heads of the sect spoke directly, looking at Liu Xie in fear and begging for forgiveness.

"Dugu. ”

Liu Xie glanced at these so-called leaders and shouted in a low voice.

"The minister is here. ”

A light and shadow flashed, and Dugu came directly in front of Liu Xie, kneeling on one knee.

"Those who were unwilling to submit to my Han in the past were all captured, reduced to slaves, and killed if they resisted. Liu Xie turned around and turned his back to the many martial arts sects.

"Yes. Dugu slowly stood up and stared at those sects, his eyes scanning, as if he was searching for something.

Former.

When the Han Dynasty was still destroying the Song Dynasty, he threw an olive branch to many martial arts sects in the Central Plains and surrendered to the Han Dynasty, which could prevent the sect from being destroyed.

Under the solicitation from the Great Han, a small number of sects surrendered, but the vast majority did not, but instead turned to the Great Han to make the ministers and soldiers fight against each other, so the Great Han had no reason to forgive them.

After all, the opportunity has already been given to them.

However, they themselves do not cherish it.

"Where are the dark guards?" Dugu waved his hand and shouted loudly.

"In. ”

In the midst of the army, hundreds of black shadows shuttled, with a cold murderous aura, gathered behind Dugu.

"Those who did not submit in the past, they will be captured, and they will be captured and killed if they are not restrained. Dugu said coldly.

"No. ”

Hundreds of Dark Guard Martial Artists had fierce eyes in their eyes, scanning the bodies of these martial arts sects, and at the same time, they rushed over and killed them.

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