After the man in red appeared, he didn't even look at Murong Fu. He ducked in front of Yelu Hongji and stretched out his hand to feel his breath. "What a quick move. I was just a little careless and you killed him."
Murong Fu looked at the back of the man in red, "Why, when did you target me?"
The man in red did not turn around, but said calmly, "I noticed you the moment you entered the Khan's handsome camp. The reason why I didn't alert you was to see what you were going to do. To be honest, I admire you very much at such a young age.
If possible, I don’t want to be an enemy of people like you, I even want to be friends with you.”
Murong Fu looked solemn, but did not act rashly, "Are you the Wolf King?"
The man in red turned around slowly, "Yes, I am the Wolf King, but I don't really like this title."
Murong Fu didn't ask why, and stared at him without blinking. The brim of his hat was lowered, and he could vaguely see a pair of faint blue pupils. His face was slightly longer, his nose bridge was high, his face was very old, and his golden beard was trimmed.
The clothes are very neat, this is an authentic Westerner.
Murong Fu's eyes flickered, "Can you tell me your real name?"
"Real name?" The man in red was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "I can't remember, or I never had a real name. I was given another name since I was born, a name that has existed for hundreds of years.
People call me that."
Murong Fu vaguely thought of something when he heard this, but he thought it was impossible, "What is this name?"
"Imam." The man in red slowly said three words.
Murong Fu's expression suddenly changed, "Are you the great elder of the Persian Ming Cult?"
"Oh?" Imam was a little surprised, "You actually know me?"
Murong Fu nodded, "I've heard a little bit about it, but I can't figure it out. How could you seek refuge with Temujin?"
Imam's expression suddenly became a little complicated, "No, I'm not taking refuge with him, I'm cooperating with him."
Murong Fu rolled his eyes, "What's the difference?"
The Imam said lightly, "You don't understand. He brought the holy fire and the light to Persia. He is a new generation of wise men. I respect him."
Murong Fu's face twitched violently, "But he allowed Persia to be destroyed, didn't he?"
The Imam shook his head, "Without death, there is no rebirth. Without darkness, there is no light. Persia is not destroyed, but is moving towards rebirth and light. The holy fire of Ming Zun will illuminate every corner of the world."
Murong Fu was really speechless, "Okay, okay, forget it if you don't say anything, stop talking about this nonsense."
The Imam sighed in disappointment, "It seems that you don't understand either. No one in the world will understand. Maybe one day..."
"Are you done or not?" Murong Fu interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Do you want to fight or not? If not, I will leave."
"Alas..." Imam sighed, "I didn't want to kill you so early, but now it seems I have no choice."
The smile on Murong Fu's face was indescribably bright, "Then don't choose, I'll be right here, waiting for you to kill me."
The Imam nodded seriously, but he didn't move. Suddenly, a fire burst out of his body, turning him into a burning man.
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then saw the flame flash slightly and suddenly extend a section. In an instant, as if traveling through space, the Imam moved a few feet out of thin air and was already very close.
"Damn!" Murong Fu understood instantly. It turned out that this was a movement technique of the other party, but it was too strange, at least it looked strange.
In the midst of lightning and flint, he advanced instead of retreating. His palm suddenly turned into a terrifying bone claw, and when he grabbed it, it was the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.
The flames on the Imam's body were beating, and he pointed out a finger, pointing directly into the palm of his hand.
But with a popping sound, the force penetrated the back of the finger, and the white bones suddenly shattered. But after the force spread, the palm became golden again, as if the previous bones were just a shell.
The Imam seemed stunned for a moment, but seeing that the golden claw marks were unstoppable, he twisted his wrist, passed his sword finger forward, and touched the missing points on Murong Fu's wrist.
This is a common move to break the grappling technique. No matter how exquisite the grappling is, once the missing points on the wrist are tapped, you will no longer be able to use half of your strength. Of course, if you are an ordinary master, it is impossible to be as good as Imam.
Point him out.
The golden claw marks paused for a moment, and Murong Fu's right wrist shook slightly, then stretched out out of thin air and grabbed the Imam's chest with one claw.
The Imam took seven or eight steps back in a row, looked down at the five scratches on his chest, and looked at Murong Fu in surprise, "A great shift in the world?"
Murong Fu chuckled and nodded, "Yes, you should have known about it a long time ago."
The Imam was still puzzled, "I do know that you are capable of the great movement of the universe that I teach you, but...but I have just tapped your acupuncture points, how can you still use the technique of moving the acupuncture points?"
"This..." Murong Fu was mid-sentence. He suddenly took a step forward and his claws filled the sky. "When you die, I will tell you in front of your grave."
He didn't know what kind of evil technique the other party was practicing, but judging from its attributes, it was definitely Yang, so he chose the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, which was extremely Yin and cold.
The Imam sneered, "You'd better not use this trick, it's useless to me."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the flames swaying around him, and his whole body seemed to merge into the flames, moving out of the envelope of the Nine Yin White Bone Claws.
Murong Fu frowned slightly, "What kind of kungfu are you doing?"
"I will tell you in front of your grave when you die." The Imam retorted, and with a stroke of his hands, seven or eight flames were separated from his body. These flames condensed slightly and turned into strands of fire as thin as an ox's hair.
In the blink of an eye, Murong Fu was covered all over.
These lines of fire were so bright that they burned the void into a blur. As soon as they appeared, the temperature in the tent suddenly soared, and a cup of tea on the low table evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Murong Fu's face was a little solemn, and he no longer dared to hold it up. He quickly pulled out the Heavenly Sword, and with a swipe in the air, a milky white sword thread appeared, stretched, and silently, the sword thread dissipated, and the lines of fire were also broken into two pieces.
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Imam glanced at Tianjian, his hands changed again, more lines of fire condensed, and in a blink of an eye they were densely packed, somewhat similar to Dongfang Qing's Sunflower Book.
But Murong Fu understood that these threads of fire were not real objects, but formed by force, and were endless. They were much more difficult to tangle than the needles and threads used by the Sunflower Book.
After thinking for a moment, he slashed out with his heavenly sword, cutting off all lines of fire. However, at this moment, the Imam's figure twisted, and his whole body turned into a ball of fire and slowly rose up, illuminating the big tent.
bright red.
After a while, the "threads" scattered around him twisted and turned into wisps of tiny flames, faintly connecting together and surrounding Murong Fu.
Despite his profound skill, at this moment he felt as if he was being roasted by the sun at a close distance, which was a bit unbearably hot.
"Hehehehe," the fire ball in the air let out a burst of sinister laughter, "This is the holy fire of my teaching. You, a sinner who secretly learned the magical skills of my teaching, will let you taste the pain of being burned by the holy fire today."
"Humph, you are pretending to be a ghost!" Murong Fu snorted coldly, made a hand seal, and the heavenly sword buzzed, instantly forming hundreds of sword lights, wandering around him, and the majestic sword intent filled the void, blocking all flames.
outside.
But this was not over yet. Murong Fu pointed his sword and turned like a wheel, and shouted softly, "Go!"
All the sword light shot out in all directions, but there was a chaotic sound of chi chi chi, and all the flames were washed to pieces.
Murong Fu's sword technique changed, and the sword light flew back, then merged into a giant sword several feet long. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and slashed at the fireball in the air.
"Is this the sword-driving technique of the Central Plains? It doesn't seem to be anything special." The Imam's voice sounded from all directions. The fireball trembled slightly, and the fire was bright. There was only a loud clang, and a transparent flame wrapped around it.
The ripples spread in all directions, and after a burst of flames, the original form of the Imam appeared.
But seeing him standing in the air, a big fiery hand raised slightly to support the blade of the giant sword, he actually caught the sword head-on without falling behind.
Instead, sword energy and flames shot out, leaving the top of the tent full of holes. The tent was crumbling, and a fire soon broke out.
Murong Fu took a deep look at him and suddenly smiled strangely, "Who said that sword control skills are only limited to these two moments?"
As he spoke, he opened his hands wide and quickly made a weird hand gesture, "The man and the sword merge into one, and the sword flies into the sky!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly blurred, and merged with the shadow of the giant sword in the air. In an instant, the sword trembled, shrunk sharply, turned into a white streak, and rose into the sky.
The Imam raised his head slightly and looked up, only to see a bright sword light piercing the night sky, shooting towards him from top to bottom. It was extremely fast and fierce, and the void roared.
A solemn expression finally flashed across the Imam's face. He fell to the ground first, then rose up, turning into a fireball and hitting the white trainer.
There was a loud "bang", and another powerful wave rolled out. The void seemed to be cut into two halves. The two people in the air were in a stalemate for less than a breath. The fireball fell faster than when it came. In an instant,
The earth collapsed and the tent was torn apart.
The sword light was unyielding and followed closely behind. This time the fireball finally lost its force and swayed slightly, already dodging far away. The flames subsided, revealing the figure of the Imam.
The white horse that Murong Fu transformed into shimmered with light, revealing its original shape. There were thousands of rays of light all over the body, seeming to go and stay, which was very mysterious.
In this moment, the two exchanged only a few moves, but all of them were earth-shattering and extremely destructive moves. The surrounding area was already in a mess, and the garrison troops were coming from all directions like locusts.
Murong Fu frowned and said, "It seems that tonight is not a good time to fight. How about we make an appointment another day?"
Except for the five claw marks he scratched on the Imam's body, he didn't suffer any injuries. Hearing this, he smiled and shook his head, "It doesn't matter, these people are just ants in our eyes. Between you and me tonight.
Without a clear winner, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to escape unscathed."