Daqin: The first emperor's direct son, the heavens are upgraded to gods

"Nonsense, there is no need to say more."

"The soldiers are coming today, and everything is because of you Shaolin."

"By His Royal Highness's edict."

"Soldiers set Shaolin."

Wang Jian shouted coldly, full of killing intent.

"Amitabha."

"It's all a misunderstanding."

"I, Shaolin, have no intention of becoming an enemy of Da Qin, let alone participating in worldly disputes." Xuan Ci immediately clasped his hands together and said loudly.

Hear this.

But Wang Jian smiled: "Gathering a crowd to block my Great Qin's soldiers and prevent my Great Qin from taking control of the Song Dynasty. Is this a misunderstanding? Is this unintentional?"

"My Shaolin has been passed down since ancient times, and the land of thousands of miles is under my Shaolin's control."

"That's why my Shaolin disciple stopped the Daqin army."

"But today, I, Shaolin, am willing to back down."

"As long as the sect's land is no longer in charge of Shaoshi Mountain for thousands of miles, I would like to hand it all over to Daqin."

"Just ask Da Qin to retreat, my Shaolin can close the gate of the mountain, and will not be an enemy of Da Qin again." Xuanci said loudly.

"If you had had such an attitude in Shaolin from the beginning, what happened today would not happen."

"But now..." Wang Jian sneered, slowly drew out his sword, and pointed at Xuanci: "It's too late!"

"His Royal Highness's edict."

"Soldiers will decide Shaolin, and we will never tolerate it."

"Anyone who dares to stand in my way will be killed without mercy."

"Qin Zhirui."

"Surround Shaolin, leaving no one behind."

The military order fell.

Hundreds of thousands of Great Qin Ruishi shouted in unison: "Kill!"

Fifty thousand archers bent their bows and raised their arrows, aiming at Shaolin, half of them even ignited their rockets.

Thousands of ballistas and trebuchets were also aimed at Shaolin.

"kill!"

Wang Jian gave an order.

Boom, boom, boom!

Countless arrows rained towards Shaolin. Arrows were fired indiscriminately, like a torrential rain, sweeping towards the mountain gate, attacking indiscriminately.

This is the edict.

Destroy this door.

If they dare to resist, kill them.

"Array."

"Meet the enemy."

Seeing this, Xuan Ci narrowed his eyes and said loudly.

He originally thought of making concessions in exchange for Shaolin's longevity, but this was just his fantasy.

Daqin didn't give them a chance at all.

perhaps.

This is also why Daqin didn't intend to let them survive forever.

It was at this time.

In the void, a terrifying force suddenly aroused, and the golden Buddha's light suddenly spread out in the temple.

Buddha light flashed.

All the arrows in the sky were fixed on the void.

Along with this, an old and indifferent voice sounded.

"My Shaolin has made such a concession."

"Does Qin Ting really think that Shaolin is easy to handle?"

heard.

The priests of the five great masters of Daqin frowned, but there was no surprise, but they were startled by the force brought about by his attack.

Thousands of feet in the void, almost the entire mountain gate's arrows and chaotic rocks were blocked by the Buddha's light.

This is simply not something that ordinary grand masters can do.

Only, the martial art is supernatural.

The absolute top powerhouse in this world.

"It's my patriarch of Shaolin."

"The Patriarch of Martial Arts."

"Great."

"With the help of the Patriarch, I will have no worries in Shaolin."

"Wu Dao is a master of martial arts, let alone five great masters, even if there are ten, I, Shaolin, have no fear."

"This time, there is no need to worry..."

Looking at the bright Buddha light in the void, the Shaolin disciples who were in panic were excited instantly.

This kind of power must have come from their ancestors.

Under everyone's eyes.

An old monk wearing a monk's hat and blue-gray robe paced out of the sky.

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Look at the person coming.

on the void.

The five great masters of Daqin were shocked.

"Shaolin Zhenzong strong, martial arts masters."

"Sure enough, as His Highness expected, he came out."

"Such a strong person is truly terrifying."

"Buddha's light is so powerful, like a fairy god."

"It's really worthy of martial arts."

Several people looked at this old monk, and they were also surprised.

in this world.

"My Shaolin Patriarch is actually a sweeping monk in the Sutra Pavilion?"

"I've seen him before."

"It's really a big secret."

Many Shaolin disciples couldn't help being shocked when they looked at the old monk in the void.

"Welcome Patriarch."

After Xuanci saw it, he came loudly and bowed with a Buddha salute in hand.

"Welcome Patriarch."

All the Shaolin disciples held the Buddha ceremony and bowed one after another.

After the sweeping monk appeared.

They who were originally terrified of Daqin are no longer afraid, but instead have a kind of reliance.

"My Shaolin sect has been established for nearly a thousand years, and Shaolin has thousands of miles of territory. No dynasty dares to touch it. How dare you, Qin Ting?" The sweeping monk stood in the void and said coldly.

Looking at his kindness and gentleness on the surface, shrouded in Buddha's light, but there is a killing intent in his eyes.

Makes the entire void tremble.

"In my great Qin world, there must be no forces that cannot be controlled."

"Let's not talk about Shaolin, even any martial arts sect in the world is the same."

"Dare to stop my Great Qin Bingfeng, kill."

Wang Jian stood on the chariot, pointing his sword at the sweeping monk, what about the martial arts master?

General Daqin only respects the imperial decree, and no one will be afraid.

Hear Wang Jian's words.

The sweeping monk frowned, the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised.

"Good, good, good."

"It seems that the poor monk has not been born for many years, and people in this world have already forgotten."

The sweeping monk smiled coldly.

Raise your hand.

Suddenly.

The situation in the void suddenly changed.

Arrows all over the sky, the rolling stone suddenly turned around.

The light of Buddha was shocked.

Countless arrows shot towards the Great Qin army formation.

"break."

Dugu Qiubai let out a low cry, and with a movement of the sword in his hand, he formed a sword gesture, smashing all the arrows and rolling stones hundreds of feet into the air.

The other five great masters made moves one after another.

The rain of arrows scattered all over the sky.

"Five great masters."

"The strength is not weak."

"But the poor monk wants to kill you."

"easy."

The floor-sweeping monk gave a cold sweep, with a look of arrogance.

but.

He didn't make a move right away.

"My Buddhist school is merciful and has the virtue of loving life."

"The poor monk can give you a chance to survive."

"Quit from my land of thousands of miles in Shaolin, and never do it again, poor monk may let you off."

"If not, don't blame the poor monk for killing."

The sweeping monk said coldly.