The momentum of Liao Kingdom.

In fact, it was also extremely shocked for the ministers of the Han Dynasty. After all, the march was too fast.

Moreover, the Yan State, which had more than 100,000 troops, was pacified within several periods. This has to be said that the strength of the Liao State is not underestimated.

"Emperor, although our Han Dynasty is strong, we should not underestimate this Liao Kingdom. Our Han army still needs to mobilize to fight the Liao Kingdom with all our strength." Zhuge Liang said seriously.

"Yeah," Liu Xie nodded.

Since taking charge of the country, Liu Xie has never underestimated anyone, and has done his best, no matter how weak or strong he has.

As the most powerful country in this world, the Liao Kingdom must have its uniqueness and must not be underestimated.

"Where has our army reached now? How many days will the Liao Kingdom be able to border our army?" Liu Xie looked at Zhuge Liang and asked.

"Report to the emperor, our army has reached Songshan County and reached the northern border of the former Song State. If nothing unexpected happens, the Liao army can border our army within ten days at most." Zhuge Liang replied respectfully.

"What is the terrain of this county?" Liu Xie asked again.

"Report to the emperor, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and it is the plain. In this county, there is still the largest sect of the former Song State. Moreover, the martial arts sects of the Song State are now gathered in Shaolin." Jia Xu said with a bit of coldness in his eyes.

"Is the Central Plains Martial Arts Sect?" Liu Xie curled his lips and thought a little deeper: "This war in the Central Plains world is about to end, and the last unofficial remains in the Song State should be resolved."

"I ask for an order to surround Shaolin, but refuse to kill me."

Generals Zhao Yun, Lu Bu, Huang Zhong and other generals asked in unison.

"Accurate." Liu Xie nodded and agreed.

The next day.

Shaolin.

Inside the Main Hall.

All major sects gathered together. After the destruction of the Song Kingdom, the original sects, except those who were originally staying in Shaolin, also fled to this point, as if this was a safe place.

"Abbot, the court has been destroyed by the Han State, the emperor has already slain himself, and all the troops of our Song Dynasty have surrendered to the Han State."

"Now the Han army is heading north, and it should have reached the Shaolin territory."

"How should I deal with myself in Shaolin, and how should I deal with my martial arts?"

An old monk looked at the abbot helplessly.

Without waiting for the latter to answer.

"Master Abbot, you have to think of a way. The Han State is extremely cruel and has eliminated and pacified the unjust sects. When the Han State sent people to recruit people, most of us refused. Now that the Han State's army is attacking, we will never let us go."

"Yes, please save my fellow travelers from the world."

"If the Han Dynasty is destroyed, my world will be broken..."

The heads of the sects spoke out, and each of them looked terrified.

I originally thought that the Song Dynasty was relying on it, but I did not accept the recruitment of the Han Dynasty in the past, but now everything is over.

The Han Dynasty made it clear that on the day the Song Dynasty was destroyed, those who did not ministers would be killed.

These sects that have not yet surrendered are in panic all day long.

Faced with the gaze of many sect leaders, the abbot's old face was also wrinkled, helpless: "Hey, fellow students, let's take a step by step. As today, there is no place to stay."

"If the Han Kingdom is willing to give us a chance to surrender, just surrender. The preservation sect is the foundation."

As he said.

As big as today, there is no place for them to go.

Go to Liao Kingdom?

The Liao Kingdom looked down on them at all. Even after joining him, Rihui was still a slave and bullied by the powerful people of the Liao Kingdom.

And how many other choices have they ever been?

Tubo? Dali? Xixia?

Now they have become history, but they have no choice.

There is no place for them to be in the world.

In addition to surrender, it is death.

Just as all the martial arts sects in this Great Hall were in a tight look.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound of roaring swords and iron horses was trembling, and even the Main Hall where they were trembling faintly at this moment, as if it was about to collapse.

"What's going on?"

The abbot's face changed.

"Is it because the Han army is coming?"

All the warriors of the sects in the hall were shocked and extremely frightened.

At this time.

"Abbot."

"The big thing is wrong. The Han army is coming. I don't know how many soldiers and horses have completely surrounded our sect." A Shaolin disciple ran into the hall in horror.

"They are here." The abbot's expression was tight and he could not help.

And here.

Deep inside the temple, in the Sutra Pavilion.

A sweeping monk frowned slightly, his old face full of irresistible helplessness: "After all, I'm here. Is it inevitable that my Shaolin sect has been so many years?"

"In front of the Han Iron Cavalry, I, as a great master, can't compete with you at all."

"Hey, I can only see if the Han Emperor has the intention to destroy me, Shaolin. If so, I will do my best to stop me."

Think of this.

The sweeping monk was also relieved, but he did not leave immediately.

Instead, he looked at another part of the Sutra Pavilion.

"Since the three of you have come, why should you hide? Show up directly." The sweeping monk said softly.

But no one responded to him.

"This is you forcing me to take action."

The sweeping monk sighed, waved his hand, and slapped at the two windows of the Sutra Pavilion.

boom.

Two palm forces exploded, and the walls were directly shattered.

"What a strong true energy."

"Not weaker than me at all."

There were two screams of exclamation in those two places.

Take a look.

One is Murong Bo and his son, while the other is an old man who looks exactly the same as Qiao Feng.

"Qiao Feng?"

When Murong Fu saw the old man, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"The two donors have practiced in my Sutra Library for more than ten years and have learned a lot of martial arts in Shaolin. Now that I am in danger in Shaolin, you are enough." The monk sweeping the floor looked at the three of them, and said with a warning look.

"Did you have known our existence for more than ten years?" The old man with a face like Qiao Feng said in surprise.

Murong Bo was the same, with a surprised expression.

It can be seen that over the years, they have not known the existence of the Sweeping Monk, and it must have been deliberately done by the latter. It is easy for a great master to hide himself.

"Senior, today my father and son come here to ask for nothing, just to obtain the Yijin Jing. As long as the master is willing to hand over it, we can help Shaolin escape the disaster." Murong Bo's eyes rolled.

"Just because you want to help me Shaolin too?" The sweeping monk looked at Murong Bo with a confident face, but smiled.

"As long as I get the Yijin Jing, I can break into the Grand Master. With this power to conquer the country, it is easy to protect a mere Shaolin." Murong Bo said confidently.

but.

Just as he finished speaking.

The sweeping monk shook his head, and suddenly, a violent aura spread from his body and directly pressed towards Murong Bo.
Chapter completed!