The two major transformation realms were fighting each other, and there was a lot of movement. In the blink of an eye, the camp was surrounded by armored troops, and even Temujin was alerted and rushed over.
At this time, at the edge of the battlefield, Temujin was surrounded by the crowd, and Hua Zheng was beside him, "Father Khan, what is going on?"
Temujin shook his head, "I don't know yet, he seems to be an assassin."
He stretched his neck and took a few glances, only to feel that his eyes were dazzled. Everything he saw was filled with large flames and sharp sword energy, and no human form could be seen at all. He sighed slightly, "You can force the Imam to this extent."
, It can be seen that this person has extremely high martial arts skills, but such talents cannot be used by me. It is a pity, it is really a pity."
Hua Zheng said worriedly, "Father, since the assassin is so powerful and it is very dangerous here, you should go back first."
Temujin looked at her lovingly and said with a smile, "Father, I have never seen any big winds or waves. This small scene is not dangerous, but Zheng'er, your felt tent was beaten to pieces tonight.
Let’s go to Father Khan’s camp and spend the night first.”
At this time, he can still talk and laugh happily, which shows his magnanimity.
Suddenly there was a loud bang, and everyone looked up and saw an extremely brilliant spark shooting out of the air. Two streams of light split into two, revealing the figures of two people.
Murong Futian stood with his sword pointed slantingly in the sky, his body full of true energy, and his body was filled with rays of light. The surrounding space was blurry, so that other people looked at him as being almost distorted, and the Imam on the other side was in almost the same situation.
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"Who is this person?" All Temujin saw was a man in black, but his face could not be seen.
Hua Zheng's eyes flickered and she didn't answer.
A general nearby said, "This man's martial arts skills are so high that it is rare in the world. Could he be Zhang Sanfeng, the legendary number one martial artist in the Central Plains?"
"It's not like that," Temujin shook his head firmly, "I've seen Zhang Sanfeng before. He doesn't have such a temperament. I can recognize him even if his face is covered. And now Zhang Sanfeng is no longer the number one person in the Central Plains martial arts world."
"Who is the first person?" Hua Zheng couldn't help but ask.
Temujin's eyes suddenly became strange, "It is said that he is a young man named 'Murong Fu'. I have always wanted to meet him, but unfortunately I have no chance."
"Could this person be Murong Fu?" Hua Zheng asked pointedly.
Temujin did not answer, stroking his beard with one hand, wondering what he was thinking.
Murong Fu did not hear the voices of others in the field. At this time, he did not dare to be distracted at all. He stared at the imam for a while, "Will the great elder of the Mingjiao just run away?"
"Haha," Imam said with a faint smile, "Such aggressive tactics are of no use to me. If you want to fight me, you might as well put away your sword. That's fair."
"What a beautiful idea you have!" Murong Fu chuckled jokingly, raised the tip of his sword lightly, and a sword energy quickly lengthened, followed closely by his figure.
The Imam said he was not impressed, but in fact he felt a little aggrieved and actually flew over to greet him.
In the blink of an eye, the two men fought at close range, and large swaths of flames and sword energy shot out. In less than a quarter of an hour, the camp had turned into a sea of fire. Some soldiers who were close to them fell to the ground inexplicably.
There was no sound on the ground.
Temujin immediately ordered, "Let the troops retreat immediately, and prepare to put out the fire and don't let the fire spread."
The messenger immediately rushed out, and soon all the soldiers retreated for nearly a mile and prepared a large number of buckets and sandbags on the outside.
After the tea time passed, the fight between the two in the air became intense. Both of them entered a state of total selflessness, turning into two streams of light, which separated and merged suddenly, tossing and moving, causing the world to turn upside down and the void to explode.
The onlookers couldn't see clearly the moves of the two men in the air, but they had a strange feeling that watching this battle was worth their lives.
Suddenly, Temujin asked, "Where is Elder Zhaixing now, and why hasn't he come to help?"
A general replied, "I've sent someone to invite him, but I don't know why he hasn't come yet."
Temujin frowned, "It's impossible for Elder Zhaixing not to know about such a big movement. Could it be that something has delayed him?"
Soon a soldier hurried over and said, "Qi Khan, Elder Zhaixing is practicing martial arts and cannot come."
"Why are you practicing Kung Fu at this time!" the general yelled angrily, "Why don't you wake her up?"
The soldier replied, "Back to General, as soon as I and others approached Elder Zhai Xing's camp, two people were knocked unconscious. Elder Zhai Xing said that her practice was at a critical juncture and she should not be disturbed by any big things."
"Useless things..." The general cursed angrily, not knowing who he was scolding.
"Don't worry, my dear. The poor monk has sent someone to ask Uncle Master to come out of seclusion. He will be here soon." At this time, a voice sounded. It was Pa Siba who came after hearing the news. Behind him were a group of masters, even Zhao
Mindu is here.
There was something strange on the faces of the three Mongolian heroes and the two elders Xuan Ming, and they all ended up at the end of the list. Ouyang Feng looked at the two people in the sky with a complex expression, "This kid is really a monster that is rare to see in a thousand years."
A trace of worry flashed in Zhao Min's eyes, and he cursed in his heart, "This bastard, you took advantage of him and still don't get out, but he still wants to make such a big noise, let's see how you get away..."
Temujin nodded slightly to Pasiba and said, "Master is here."
Ba Siba bowed and immediately said straight to the point, "Great Khan, if the poor monk guessed correctly, this man is Murong Fu who is now in charge of Xiangyang City."
"It turns out that he is Murong Fu." Temujin had obviously expected it. He was not very surprised when he heard this. Instead, he smiled and said, "Not to mention anything else, this Murong Fu has first-rate martial arts and courage. He actually dared to go out on his own.
My camp."
"Yes," Pasiba nodded with deep sympathy, "This man has risen like a comet. Not only has his martial arts reached an extremely high level, but he has also managed to become such a powerful force in a short period of time. He is as smart as a demon.
"
A trace of regret flashed across Temujin's face. It was the most regrettable thing in the world that such a talented person could not be used by him. After pondering for a while, he asked, "Can you find out why this person broke into the camp?"
No one around them answered. They were just watching the battle. They never thought about why Murong Fu appeared here, and they couldn't get close to the battlefield at all.
Temujin thought of something funny. He suddenly turned to Hua Zheng and asked with a smile, "Is this person here for Zheng'er?"
Hua Zheng felt a little guilty for no reason, and said in a coquettish voice, "What did Father Khan say? I have never met him. Why did he come to me? It's..."
Halfway through her words, she suddenly froze and looked around a few times, "Father, didn't you notice that there is one person missing?"
Temujin was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed instantly, "Quickly, quickly find the whereabouts of the Emperor of Liao."
The surrounding soldiers responded and left.
At this moment, a voice like a yellow bell sounded, "Buddha Amitayus, I am late, please forgive me."
However, the Padmasambhava came from the sky and slowly fell in front of Temujin.
Temujin looked happy and said, "Master is here. Please show me your magic skills and help Imam capture this person."
Lianhuasheng said calmly, "Don't worry, I will take action when the time comes."
Temujin was speechless. In his eyes, these people in the martial arts world just had too many rules. In this case, of course they would rush in and capture the thieves first, but he couldn't say anything to this old monk because of this man's
His martial arts skills are not inferior to those of the Imam, and he cannot use them whenever he wants.
Lianhuasheng spoke loudly, and of course Murong Fu, who was fighting in the air, also heard it. His heart sank and he already wanted to retreat.
If he wants to defeat Imam in the current situation, it will not be possible in a short time. It will be even more difficult to kill him. If he delays it any longer, he will only be trapped in a tight siege.
Thinking of this, he suddenly penetrated all his true energy into the Heavenly Sword. In an instant, hundreds of thousands of sword lights condensed out of thin air, as if he was about to fight for his life.
The Imam was really startled, and with a flash of fire, he moved out of the scope of the sword light.
Murong Fu sneered, "That's it for today, see you later."
After saying that, the figures gradually dispersed.
"No, I've fallen into a trap!" The Imam's expression changed slightly and he looked up. Sure enough, another Murong Fu appeared more than ten feet away and disappeared in a flash.
A ray of red light pierced the night sky, but the Imam was furious and chased after him without thinking.
"This..." Temujin looked at the sky and could see nothing but night and night.
He couldn't help but glance at Padmasambhava. Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was obvious: Master, didn't you say you would wait for an opportunity to take action?
Liansheng, however, seemed unaware that the old god was standing there, as if he had never said anything just now.
"Your Majesty, the general will immediately lead his troops to pursue us!"
"Forget it, the light kung fu of these two people has exceeded the scope of ordinary martial arts. No matter how many people you bring, you can't catch them." Temujin waved his hands and then said sternly, "Each of you return to camp and be prepared. If anyone lets you take it lightly again,
, let the enemy get under my nose, I will never be lenient!"
"yes!"
After the troops retreated, a general came to Temujin and whispered a few words in a low voice.
After hearing this, a complex look flashed across Temujin's face, and he murmured, "Is he dead now? What a pity, I didn't want to kill him in the first place."
When Hua Zheng heard this, he immediately understood that it was the Emperor of Liao who was dead.
At this time Temujin said again, "Zheng'er, you and your father Khan should go back to the camp."
Hua Zheng's thoughts changed, but she pointed at Zhao Min, "Father, I'll go to Minmin's place to stay for one night first."
Temujin was stunned and teased, "Why, you still think Father Khan's place is not good?"
"How could it be? I just haven't seen Minmin for a long time and I just wanted to have a few words with her."
Temujin smiled and said, "That's fine. I just asked Minmin to tell you that you should choose a son-in-law who can ride on a dragon for your father as soon as possible."
Hua Zheng's face turned red, "Father, you must dislike your daughter, otherwise why would you want your daughter to get married?"
Zhao Min did not interrupt from beginning to end. The father and daughter said a few words, and Temujin led his army back to the commander's tent. Hua Zheng left with her.
In fact, the relationship between the two women was not that close, especially after Zhao Min exposed Murong Fu's lies, she already disliked Hua Zheng from the bottom of her heart, but there was nothing she could do about it. She was a princess, and she was just a princess, and she was also a down-and-out.