However, Li Keyong could not counterattack Li Ye because there were no soldiers.

Not long after Li Keyong killed Li Cunxiao, the guards had just wrapped the other party's body in a straw mat and were about to throw it away, Kang Junli, who went to the Grassland Tatars tribe to borrow troops, came back.

He did not follow the thousands of troops of the Tatar tribe. He came back alone.

Li Keyong met him in the study.

As soon as Kang Junli entered the door, he fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

He did come back alone, riding alone, not even seeing the guards.

The guard was already dead in the grassland. Even Kang Junli himself was disheveled and covered in blood, looking embarrassed.

After hearing Kang Junli's crying, Li Keyong froze on the chair, staring blankly there.

There was a change in the Tatar tribe. To be precise, there was a change in the entire grassland. When the Tang Dynasty was in chaos and Li Ye sent troops to attack Hedong, the grassland was also full of wars and battles came one after another.

Every battle is inseparable from a name, and that is the winner of every war, the Khitan.

To be precise, it was the Khitan supported by the Divine Cult. It took only a few years to go from the tribes in the Eastern Grassland to sweeping all directions and defeating the surrounding tribes.

Now, the Khitan's border has been pushed to the central part of the grassland, which was originally the territory of the Tatar tribe. They were one of the largest tribes in the grassland, but now they were defeated by the Khitan army in a battle.

When Kang Junli went to the Tatar tribe to borrow troops, he caught the Khitan army swept the Tatar tribe. Under the iron hoof of the Khitan spirit cavalry, the area of ​​the Tatar tribe that is thousands of miles turned into a blood and fire purgatory. Before Kang Junli could see the leader of the Tatar tribe, he encountered a Khitan spirit cavalry.

So they fought each other, Kang Junli fought and left, and finally fled back to Senezuel alone.

"The Khitan cavalry is extremely elite, and the proportion of monks is surprisingly high. Each of them has good cultivation. The guards brought by the last general are already strong enough, but they can't even escape..." Kang Junli knew that he had missed a big deal and knelt on the ground. However, he couldn't blame him for this matter.

Speaking of this, Kang Junli's eyes showed fear, "The general who led the troops on the other side was very young, but his cultivation was unreasonable. At least it was also the strength of the real person realm. The officials of the Tatar tribe who welcomed the last general recognized him, and he seemed to be called... Yelu Abaoji!"

The room was quiet and silent, leaving only Kang Junli's uneasy heartbeat. The candlelight swayed gently, and the shadows under the curtains swayed from time to time. It seemed that ghosts were hidden in the dark corners on the beams, and they could swallow the nervous people in the room in one bite.

I don't know how long it took, Li Keyong suddenly stood up, but his body shook, his face turned black, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he rushed several steps away.

"Prince Prince!" Kang Junli was shocked and hurriedly got up to support him.

Li Ke broke away from Kang Junli with one hand, raised his head and shouted in grief: "Destiny, destiny! This is all destiny!"

After saying that, he suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood and sat down on the chair.

"Prince!" Kang Jun was so embarrassed that he immediately felt sorry for this and quickly advised: "Prince should not worry. Even without reinforcements from the Tatars, we can still recruit soldiers and horses in the four prefectures of Dai, Shuo, Yun and Wei. With the Thirteen Taibao, the bandits will not be able to capture the city. In time, we can still revive the situation! The prince, now only needs to make a long-term plan, the victory or defeat is unknown!"

It would be fine if Kang Junli didn't say this, but after that, Li Keyong vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

Kang Junli was at a loss: "The Prince..."

Li Keyong's face was bleak, and there was a look of despair in his eyes: "From a long-term plan, he can't make any decisions... Thirteenth Taibao, he is dead..."

Kang Junli's face changed drastically. In the current situation, if Li Cunxiao had not stabilized the front line and resisted the military front, Li Keyong and others would not have time to recruit warriors, let alone develop slowly. However, before Kang Junli set out, Li Cunxiao was still fine, so why would he die if he died?

Who can kill Li Cunxiao? The other party is a military general. Once he sits in the battle formation, he can't do anything to the immortal realm. Who can kill him?

Is it Li Ye?

If Li Ye came and killed Li Cunxiao, how could Daizhou City be so calm? How could there be no trace of a war in the governor's mansion? How could Li Keyong have nothing to do?

Kang Junli suddenly remembered that when he returned in a hurry and ran into the mansion, he saw a group of soldiers who were hurriedly out of the house wrapped in straw mats with a bloody body. He glanced at him and saw a piece of minced meat falling out of the straw mat, as if he had broken his hands...

Kang Junli suddenly realized something, and a chill immediately emerged from the soles of his feet, and his spine became cold. This shocked him, confused, fearful, and panic, as if he was sitting on pins and needles. He looked at Li Keyong in disbelief, remembering the rumors that Li Cunxiao defected to Li Ye.

He said in a daze: "Is it... the one who was carried out just now was the Thirteenth Taibao?"

Li Keyong answered silently because he had no voice from Kang Junli in his ears. As he was in a daze, he was no longer thinking about his mind.

Because he had a close friendship with the Tatar tribe, Li Keyong borrowed troops from him when he left the Tatar tribe in the early days of the quelling of Huang Chao Rebellion, so Li Keyong firmly believed that this matter would not go wrong. That was why he killed Li Cunxiao at this time.

Now without the support of the Tatar troops, they were simply not enough to deal with Li Ye's army with their remnants. Without Li Cunxiao, they could not even defend the city.

Li Keyong's current mood is probably the only one who understands himself.

At this moment, he may not regret killing Li Cunxiao, but he must have regretted killing it too early.

However, the road has been completed, what else can Li Keyong besides regret?

Li Keyong now understands what it feels like to break his arms and destroy the Great Wall by himself.

When the country is in trouble, I think of good generals, and when my family is poor, I think of good wives.

Li Keyong was lost and collapsed on the chair. Where could he have the majesty of a lord or the majesty of a prince? At this point, all disguises and hard support have lost their meaning.

"I have always heard that Li Keyong, the prince of Longxi in the Great Tang Dynasty, was a hero of his generation. He had good looks and extraordinary cultivation, and had the ability to dominate the world. It was better to see him than to hear him. Now, he looked at him, but he was disappointed."

An arrogant voice suddenly came like a ghost, full of teasing, "This body is not dead, the army has not dispersed, success or failure is unknown, but the prince is so disheartened, which is really a laughing."

Li Keyong was furious when he was so ridiculed. He quickly looked in the direction where the voice came and shouted: "Who is talking wildly?!"

He could easily see the other person because the other person was already standing in the yard.

He was a seven-foot man, standing alone in the courtyard. He had a face with sharp features and sharp angular features, wearing grassland aristocratic clothes. Even if he was in the enemy camp, he had a leisurely temperament and was full of confidence in looking down on the world.

Li Keyong did not recognize the other party. He had never seen this person before. But this was the Daizhou Governor's Mansion, his place. How could a grassland man appear here? How dare he break into the mansion openly and speak shamelessly?

Li Keyan shouted in a deep voice: "Come on, take this guy!"

No one responded, and there was silence around it, like a wilderness without people.

Li Keyong's heart suddenly sank and realized that it was not good.

When the army was defeated, Li Keyong attached great importance to his own safety, so there were thousands of soldiers in the governor's mansion. His just now had already used the power of cultivation, and the voice was enough to spread to most of the governor's mansion, but no one responded now.

What's going on?

There are only one answer.

Li Keyong's back felt cold.

At this time, one figure after another appeared ghostly on the walls and roofs on both sides of the yard, and more than ten people gathered in a moment. They were silent and faced differently, and they had already set up a warning formation.

Among these monks, some were dressed in common clothes on the grassland, and some were dressed in black and wide robes.

But no matter who it is, the pressure of cultivation is above the realm of the true person!

At least a dozen real-person cultivators! It is not ruled out that some people have higher cultivation levels!

Li Ke's hands and feet were cold.

If such a force is to kill him, he will move in the blink of an eye.

He stared at the grassland nobles standing in the courtyard.

Li Keyong did not recognize the other party, but Kang Junli recognized it. When the latter saw the other party, his face changed drastically. At this moment, he hurriedly said to Li Keyong: "This person is the Khitan general who led the team to defeat the last general... Yelu Abaoji!"

The eight Khitan tribes, each of which was a group of its own. A few years ago, it was the era when he took turns to become a chief. Yelu Abaoji belonged to the Diela tribe and was still very young. He was unknown before, so Li Keyong naturally had never heard of him.

However, just like the chaotic Central Plains, who knew who Li Maozhen was a few years ago? Now, he has already set up troops in front of Chang'an City, and dared to ask the emperor to move Fengxiang and take the emperor to order the princes!

Since he was a Khitan general who swept the grassland, Li Keyong calmed down and did not want to lose confidence in front of outsiders. Even if he was about to die, he would die with dignity. So he asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean by this?"

Yelu Abaoji, who was not yet thirty years old, was already handsome and handsome. After hearing Li Keyong's words, he showed a bright sunny smile.

He stepped into the house and said sincerely: "Believe me, my friend, I am here to help you. I was so sorry for my mistake when I accidentally hurt your subordinates in the grassland. You know, the Khitans are hospitality and don't want to have an enemy for no reason, so I always want to do something to make up for it. Just so we heard that you are in a little...well, a little trouble. So the high priest asked me to bring people here to help you regain your momentum."

He entered the house openly, looking relaxed and unprepared, as if he walked into his own hall and naturally sat down on the chair where Li Keyong had been sitting. Those who don't know would think that he and Li Keyong were close friends.

Li Keyong sneered: "You probably don't know what you are about to face, so you dare to speak so loudly. Not to mention more than a dozen realms, even if it's twice as many, it will be of no use to the overall situation!"
Chapter completed!