Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Murong Fu frowned into the word "Chuan". Judging from the current situation, it is not the worst case for Yelu Chongyuan to lead his army into Mongolia. The worst situation is that he spread the news that Yelu Hongji is a fake emperor. As a result, the morale of the army is unstable, and even the 25 troops in hand turn against each other, then it will be a waste of work.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Immediately send out a call for rebellion, saying that Yelu Chongyuan has been dropped by the Mongols. He deliberately spread rumors, just to cause internal friction in Daliao, so that Dayuan can take advantage of it."

As soon as this remark came out, Zhao Hong's eyes lit up, "Wonderful, in this way, if the thief shouts "Stop the thief", even if others have doubts, they don't know which side to believe is true, and they can only obey orders."

Murong gave him a blank look, "What kind of thief calls catch a thief, are we thieves?"

Zhao Hong's complexion was slightly stagnant, and he said with a dry smile, "It's my subordinate who made a slip of the tongue."

Murong Fu shook his head and said with a smile, "You're right, we want thieves to call "stop thieves", but only the losers are called thieves, and the winners are not, do you understand?"

"My subordinate understands."

"The matter of spreading the call must be done quickly, before Yelu Chongyuan, and let our own army know that the other party is a fake."

"Ah."

Murong Fu left the command tent, he couldn't help frowning slightly, at this moment the camp was full of flames, hundreds of thousands of troops were fighting together, Yelu Chongyuan's side was wrapped in a white cloth on his arm, while Zhao Hong's side was in red cloth, they were quite different from each other , will not kill the wrong person.

Walking leisurely across the battlefield, Murong Fu felt as if he had entered the land of no one. Not long after, he arrived at Yelu Chongyuan's camp. The guards here were indeed heavily guarded, and there were actually thousands of cavalry. It could be seen that Yelu Chongyuan was in a hurry. Even the trump card was pulled out.

Outside the big tent, Murong Fulue sensed that there were seven or eight people gathered in the tent, among them Yelu Chongyuan and the imam were all there, except for the two, the other auras were very strange, obviously they were all generals of Yelu Chongyuan.

"Your Majesty, the last general thinks that our army is weak, so we should press the whole army and take the central commander's account. As long as the false emperor is captured, the war will definitely end."

"However, the central commander's tent has three of the most elite Leopard Divisions in Daliao. They are all from the Diela tribe, and they are loyal to the emperor. Let alone a mere one hundred thousand troops, it is impossible to double their strength in a short period of time. Breaking through their defenses internally will put us in a desperate situation.”

"Hmph, don't forget, the king is also from the Diela tribe, so don't you have elite men?"

"So what, don't forget, there are 25 troops in the South Campus, if we can't attack the commanding tent in a short time, our escape route will be blocked, what will we do then?"

"According to what you mean, do you want to surrender or retreat?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what is surrender, I mean to avoid the edge for the time being, and plan later. Didn't your majesty say that Yelu Hongji is a fake? Let's spread the news first, and they will definitely make them mess up. Then we will It is the best policy to launch a counter-offensive."

"You're just talking nonsense. Do you think Yelu Hongji will give you time to make a long-term plan? Let you spread rumors?"

"That's not a rumor, he's just a fake."

"Whether it's fake or not has yet to be proven, but in any case, if we continue to fight internally, it will only benefit others."

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Everyone was arguing endlessly, Yelu Zhongyuan sitting above his face was sinking like water, he could easily hear that some of these generals who were loyal to him still did not believe that Yelu Hongji was a fake, and not all of them They will follow him to Mongolia.

This is undoubtedly good news for Murong Fu. He glanced at the Imam next to him with his eyes closed and meditating, thinking about how to do it, "It would be great if someone could attract the firepower at this time..."

Sometimes you just come to whatever you want, the idea just came up, suddenly there was a sizzling sound, a hole was opened on the other side of the big tent, and a burly man jumped in, with his hands half-clenched into claws, facing Yelu Chongyuan away. With a grasp, the time expired, and two powerful force flew out, condensing into two shining golden claws in the air.

This change happened so suddenly that everyone in the tent was caught off guard, Yelu Zhongyuan recognized Xiao Feng at a glance, but he had no time to react, his body flew up involuntarily.

At this moment, Imam snorted lightly, "Young man, do you treat this seat like nothing?"

From the first word, he waved his hand and shot out a fiery red force, and when the words fell, the force had smashed his two paws to pieces, and shot towards Xiao Feng without slowing down.

With a puff, Xiao Feng flew upside down, a mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air.

Murong Fu, who was about to make a move, couldn't help but withdrew his hand, and shook his head in disappointment, "This is too fragile, he fell down before he even made any effort."

In fact, Xiao Feng is not really that weak, it's just that he only wanted to capture Yelu Chongyuan, and he didn't notice that there was such a master in his tent.

The generals around reacted, and hastily drew out their weapons. After seeing Xiao Feng's face clearly, they couldn't help being surprised, "It's King Xiao of Nanyuan!"

Xiao Feng fell to the ground, coughed up blood, looked at Imam with a horrified expression, "Who are you?"

"You are not worthy to know the identity of this seat." Imam said lightly, and closed his eyes again.

Yelu Chongyuan came back to his senses quickly, and shouted angrily, "If you haven't taken down this rogue, what are you waiting for?"

Everyone was waiting to step forward, Xiao Feng slapped the ground suddenly, his figure flew up, and with a roar, a golden force like a hill roared and pressed towards Imam, he naturally understood that if he didn't deal with this one first Master, there is no chance to capture Yelu Zhongyuan.

Seeing this, Murong Fu secretly laughed in his heart, "The God of War is the God of War, he was obviously affected, but in a blink of an eye he was alive again."

Xiao Feng's attack this time, Kanglong Youhui, gathered all the power of his whole body, it can't be compared with the skill of catching the dragon just now, it can be called overwhelming, there was a humming sound in the tent, everyone backed away in panic.

Even the imam was moved by it, and a red light flashed in his eyes, "Young generation, I have underestimated you."

After speaking, he raised his hand and slapped a palm, the fiery breath instantly filled the entire big tent, there was a loud bang, the palms of the two collided, and there was a harsh friction sound, Kang Long Yougui's palm strength only persisted After a short breath, it quickly shattered and dissipated, but the strength of Imam's palm was only dimmed, and he flew out without losing momentum.

This time Xiao Feng was clearly prepared, he put one hand on the ground, twisted his body, and avoided it.

"That's right," Imam nodded slightly, "Obviously the skill is not deep, but the palm strength is round and satisfactory, and the attainments are extremely deep. The junior is very talented in martial arts."

Xiao Feng's face was calm, and he looked at the Imam solemnly, "Are you a master from the Western Regions invited by Da Yuan?"

Imam was noncommittal, and said indifferently, "Don't talk nonsense, you want to kill Yelu Chongyuan, just let your horse come here, I want to remind you, you don't have many chances to make a move, you'd better use your best, come on."

He actually put on the airs of a senior expert, deliberately let Xiao Feng make the first move.

In the dark, Murong Fu glanced at Yelu Chongyuan's position, it was about five zhang away from him, the key is that this dead old man has been shrinking behind the imam, the chance of avoiding the imam's shot is really slim.

Xiao Feng's elbow sank slightly, he drew a circle with his left hand, and slowly pushed out a palm with his right hand, and suddenly another thick and incomparable golden palm force was condensed, but in the middle of the palm, he suddenly jumped up, and clapped two palms in succession in the air, three times The power of the palms is superimposed, and the time rises, the void is blurred, and the wind is strong.

All the generals were swept aside by the residual fluctuation of this palm force, and they could barely open their eyes.

"Is this your strongest kung fu?" Imam smiled faintly, "With your kung fu, being able to use such powerful moves is enough to make you look down on the world."

Unexpectedly at this time Xiao Feng let out a low growl, his whole body burst out with true energy, and he slapped three more palms.

The palm strength of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms can be superimposed, but it is not possible to superimpose it when you use it. If you have three points of luck, if you don’t send out one point, you will move another three points in the next palm. In this way, without stacking once, the meridians will all cause The huge load, and the details of the principle, are really difficult to grasp.

Only Xiao Feng can practice the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to such a level, Guo Jing can't do it, of course, Murong Fu can also do it, but he can only do it by force because his meridians are stronger and wider than others, if he can't comprehend the mystery, The power is not much different from the ordinary Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

At this moment, the Imam finally put away his contempt, stood up slowly from the chair, spread his hands together, a ball of flame condensed between his eyebrows, and then expanded rapidly, reaching several feet in a blink of an eye, the temperature in the tent rose sharply, Incredibly hot.

Seeing this situation, all the generals were horrified, usually they would not pay attention to the so-called martial arts people, but now they know that besides fists and feet, martial arts people also have such miraculous martial arts.

Murong Fu watched the changes in the field intently, he was waiting, waiting for a chance to kill with one blow.

With a whoosh, the power of the two flew out at the same time, Xiao Feng's subduing dragon palm force was like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring, shaking the void and roaring, while Imam's flame palm force was not so powerful, but it roasted the void indistinctly, The power cannot be underestimated either.

With a puff, the forces collided, and in an instant, the Jianglong palm and the flame ball were torn apart at the same time, but what was surprising was that those scattered Jianglong palms were like golden dragons flying from different directions. Shoot towards the Imam, and the palm of the flame is the same, split into tiny flames, and shoot towards Xiao Feng.

For a moment, the two faced each other's attacks at the same time. Imam waved his hand, and a flame barrier was erected in front of him. There were a few chi chi chi chi, and the golden dragon had not touched the barrier, but it was roasted and blurred.

But Xiao Feng didn't dare to make such a big deal, he had regrets when he folded the six palms, his meridians were paralyzed, he couldn't breathe for a while, so he had to roll and dodge on the spot, even so, he got two blows on his body, two scorched black streaks appeared small hole.

All this is a long story, but in fact it was just a matter of a split second, at the moment when the two used their kung fu to defuse each other's moves, Murong Fu made a lightning strike, shooting out three lines and six veins of the divine sword in the air.

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