The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

"Try to find the nearest town tonight, so as not to sleep in the wild."

The six major sects went their separate ways and did not walk together.

But at this moment, the leaders of almost every faction said a few words with similar meanings to these words.

The crisis is over and they need to rest.

For the heroes of the various factions, this was almost the most relaxing moment since they left Sansheng Villa.

But few people can think that this moment is also the time when they are most dangerous.

Noon has come.

Everyone has relaxed.

The monks of the Shaolin School also found a place to rest temporarily under the instruction of Abbot Kongwen.

Master Kongxing had just taken out the bread that he carried with him, and before he opened his mouth to take a bite, he suddenly felt a strange sweet smell rushing into his nostrils.

"Brother, did you smell anything?"

He frowned slightly, and turned to look at Abbot Kongwen, but before Abbot Kongwen could answer, a burst of dada sound from the front of the road suddenly interrupted the remaining words in Abbot Kongwen's mouth.

The two looked at each other and stood up together.

Even though at the beginning, they couldn't hear where the Dada sounds came from, but as time passed, they heard an explosion from behind themselves, and then saw a huge boulder suddenly fall from the mountain wall behind them, After completely blocking the mountain path that Shaolin people walked through when they came.

Abbot Kongwen and the others knew that they were in trouble.

Sure enough, in just a moment, a group of cavalry in bright armor turned out from the front of the road.

Apart from a school lieutenant, there are three well-equipped warriors in the lead.

"It's from the court!"

At this moment, all the Shaolin monks had gathered behind Abbot Kongwen, waiting in full force.

None of them expected that the soldiers of the imperial court would choose to pursue the six major factions instead of staring at the remnants of the Ming Cult who were obviously seriously injured on the Bright Summit.

Master Kongwen smiled wryly in his heart.

At this time, in his heart, he inevitably felt a lot of regret for his previous decision, but right now, it was obvious that how to retreat from the enemy and escape was the most urgent thing they needed to consider.

Gently pausing the Zen stick in his hand, Abbot Kong Wen asked in a deep voice, "I don't know, my lords, what is your intention to stop us and other people outside the square?"

At this time, this group of court cavalry that suddenly rushed out stopped at about thirty paces in front of everyone in Shaolin.

Among the three well-dressed men, the one at the head galloped out, clasped his fists at Abbot Kongwen, and said in a cold voice, "By the order of my county master Shao Min, all masters are invited to rest in Dadu."

Of course, these people were the ambush soldiers that Zhao Min had arranged for a long time ago.

The movements of the six major factions have always been watched by the imperial spies. It is not difficult for Zhao Min to mobilize troops and horses to set up an ambush in advance.

Those who were in charge of intercepting the Shaolin faction were Zhao Min's loyal servant named Asan, and the Mongolian master named Shenjian Baxiong, Qian Erbai and Sun Sanhui.

Ah San is a disciple of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions. He is good at using the powerful Vajra Fingers and has extraordinary martial arts.

In the original plot, even Master Kongxing, who had studied Shaolin Dragon Claw Hands for many years, died tragically at the hands of Ah San.

As for the eight heroes of the divine arrow, although they are not comparable to Ah San's abilities.

But these Mongolian warriors, according to Yang Xiao's statement in the original plot, all have abilities that are not inferior to those of the Five Sanren.

Even if Yang Xiao intentionally belittled the Wu Sanren in front of Xiao Zhang in this praise, but the skill of Shenjian Baxio can also be seen from this.

With these three people leading the team, and with the help of Shixiang Ruanjin Powder, it is not too difficult to take down the Shaolin faction.

Master Kongxing has the strongest temper. Seeing Ah San's arrogant appearance, he couldn't help but take a step forward, and cursed angrily, "Dream!"

At the same time as he was swearing, he had already transferred the true energy in his body, wanting to strike first.

But he didn't think it was okay when he didn't think about it before, but now when he wanted to mobilize his true energy, he couldn't sense the nearly sixty-year-old cultivation base stored in his dantian at all.

Master Kongxing's complexion changed drastically, and when he thought about the strange scent of flowers he smelt just now, his heart instantly became clear.

Can't help showing a bit of despair in his eyes, Master Kongxing turned his head to look at Abbot Kongwen, and said sadly, "Senior brother, my internal strength..."

Reminded by Master Kongxing, Shaolin monks are going to use their internal energy, how can they not realize that they have been poisoned long ago?

Now that the matter has come to this point, it is obvious that the imperial court is very murderous, and there is no meeting to turn around.

Abbot Kongwen let out a long sigh, suppressing the remorse in his heart, "Amitabha."

The Zen stick in his hand was tightly gripped, even his knuckles were turning white.

Abbot Kongwen took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Shaolin disciples obey orders."

"Protect the Dharma to eliminate demons, stop evil with killing, today! Kill!"

The Shaolin monks responded with great emotion, "I would like to abide by the abbot's decree."

Now that you are in a dead end, then, you will die and the net will be broken!

"Rush forward for a while and disrupt their formation."

However, Master Kongwen and other Shaolin monks have been poisoned by a strange poison and lost their internal strength.

All they can rely on is the strong physique cultivated by many years of martial arts practice, and only the exquisite moves passed down by Shaolin for thousands of years.