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

But Song Qingshu, who was staring closely at the back of Luo Kaiyuan and others leaving, couldn't feel complacent no matter what.

Obey the order?

It was absolutely impossible for Song Qingshu to ignore Luo Kaiyuan's questioning gaze on Xuanming's elders just now. After all, from the beginning to the end, Luo Kaiyuan and his four brothers didn't really want to completely cover up their attitude.

But even so, despite Song Qingshu's self-knowledge, he still couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss when things came to an end.

Fortunately, after several months of taking refuge in the imperial court, Song Qingshu has experienced a little bit of experience, and he is no longer as impetuous as when he was on Wudang Mountain.

At this time, even though he was thinking about it, on Song Qingshu's face, there was not much abnormality revealed.

"Song Gongzi, let me go to the front and wait first?"

Song Qingshu nodded with a smile when he heard the question from the elder Xuanming.

There was only one answer, "Okay."

The people of the imperial court had already ambushed, and at this time, they were just issuing orders and making final preparations before the battle.

Not long after that, I saw a group of people coming out from the mountain road in the distance.

At the beginning, it was the members of the Emei Sect who were all covered in plain clothes, supporting the coffin of Miejue Shitai on the bullock cart, weeping every ten steps, full of sorrow.

Seven or eight Shaolin monks followed, but it was because Miejue Shitai's accident happened on the ground of Shaolin, and the Shaolin Sect sent people in time to retrieve Miejue Shitai's body in time.

And because the few surviving elders of the Emei sect wanted to protect the body of Miejue Shitai and return to Emei for the funeral, they did not want to suspend their spirits in the Shaolin sect, waiting for the world's martial arts to seek justice for Emei.

Under the insistence of the Emei Sect, Shaolin needs to send someone to show it out of emotion and reason.

If it wasn't for the Kunlun and Wudang sects who were still on their way to Shaolin at that time, based on their closer friendship with the Emei sect, the two sects would also send disciples and elders to accompany them.

However, representatives of the six major factions, including Kunlun Wudang, who went to Emei to attend the funeral, were all on their way at this time, and they were only a few days away from the Emei faction's spirit guardian team.

And after the Lion Slaying Conference in Shaolin, the heads of each sect and faction will still have to lead their disciples to go to central Shu to pay homage to Emei in person.

Knowing that this ambush did not dare to delay too much, it must be done with one blow, so the two elders Xuanming had already made detailed arrangements here.

Just waiting for the time to come, following the order of the two elders Xuanming, a group of ambush soldiers rushed out with whistles, and immediately surrounded the coffin-supporting team of the Emei Sect.

"It's from the court!"

The appearance of the two elders Xuanming is the most distinctive, and the imperial court's master team is often indispensable to the red-clothed monks from the grasslands, so the second elders Xuanming and others are immediately recognized as soon as they show up.

Seeing that there are so many enemies coming, and there are the world's top masters like Xuanming two masters in the battle, everyone in the Emei and Shaolin factions know that this battle must be extremely dangerous and the chances of survival are slim.

But at this time, they all have important responsibilities on their shoulders, and the Emei disciples need to protect the body of Miejue Shitai, and they cannot retreat in the slightest.

Everyone's teeth were itching with hatred, but in this situation, they had no choice but to fight to the death.

"Protect the head's coffin!"

"I would rather die than retreat!"

Elder Emei, the leader of the team, let out a mournful cry, and other second-generation disciples such as Jing Nian, Jing Ming, Jing Kong, etc. all drew their swords and pulled away, holding the coffin of Miejue Shitai tightly in the center.

There are other Emei female disciples and Shaolin monks, all guarding the periphery, staring at Xuanming and the others, gnashing their teeth with hatred.

"kill!"

However, Xuan Ming and Elder Xuan completely turned a blind eye to their cannibalistic eyes.

With just a wave of his big hand, all the masters of the imperial court headed by the Four Friends of the Yellow River rushed forward, without giving the disciples of Emei and Shaolin any chance to react.

All the girls of the Emei School had already been killed by the Persian Zoroastrian Cult for a while, and this time the masters of the sect who went down the mountain with Miejue Shitai did not say that they were all killed or injured, but none of them survived.

In order to save some face at the Lion Slaughtering Conference, Zhou Zhiruo, Bei Jinyi and other experts in the sect and Yitian Shenjian were specially kept on Mount Shaoshi. Facing such a killing situation at this time, they let the elders of the Emei Sect lead the team The whole body is iron, how many nails can be driven out?

As for the seven or eight disciples of the Shaolin School, except for the two monks of the round generation who can barely be regarded as masters, the rest of the bald men are not mentioned.

With such a lineup, and the need to take care of Miejue Shitai's coffin, it is inevitable that hands are tied a lot when facing the enemy.

For the two factions of Emei Shaolin to win this battle, it is really more difficult than ascending to the sky.

Of course, in the face of the world's top masters like Xuan Ming and Er Lao, how could they have the slightest hope of surviving?

The so-called seeking victory is just to inspire the fighting spirit and would rather die than surrender.

The battle started quickly and ended quickly.

With many enemies and few, and with strong and weak enemies, not long after, all the people from the two factions were seriously injured. Even the big green ox that was pulling the coffin could not escape death. I was stabbed with a knife and my heart was chilled.

"You will be punished!"

"My Buddha is merciful, after you die, you will enter endless reincarnation, and you will never be reborn forever!"

"Dog thief!"

One sentence of shouting and cursing was louder than one sentence, even the Buddhist disciples who had been cultivating kindness hard, at this time, they were moved with hatred and murderous intentions, and uttered the most vicious curse from their mouths.

But they have already been captured by the masters of the imperial court, and they can't even move an inch. Facing the sneering eyes of the two elders Xuanming staring at Miejue Shitai's coffin, what else can they do?

"Master Jun Ma, next, it's your stage."

The two elders, Xuanming and Ming, were not at all interested in looking at these people who spoke out badly. Facing such dying people, the two of them, brothers, were very magnanimous.

Luzhangke turned his head and turned around, raised his hand to greet him, and called him "Jun Ma Ye".

Immediately, he saw Song Qingshu in brocade clothes, turning helplessly from behind the court masters.