Murong Fu frowned into the word "Chuan". Judging from the current situation, Yelu Chongyuan leading his army to join the Mongols is not the worst. The worst case scenario is that he spreads the news that Yelu Hongji is a fake emperor.
If the morale of the army is unstable, and even the 250,000 troops in hand turn against each other, then the work will be in vain.
After pondering for a moment, he said, "You immediately issued a revolt and said that Yelu Chongyuan had been replaced by the Mongols. He deliberately spread rumors just to cause internal strife in Liao Dynasty so that Dayuan could reap the benefits."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Hong's eyes lit up, "Wonderful, this way, if the thief shouts "Catch the thief," even if others have doubts, they don't know which side to believe is true, so they can only follow orders."
Murong Fu rolled his eyes at him, "Why do you call catching thieves? Are we thieves?"
Zhao Hong's face was slightly dull, and he smiled dryly and said, "This subordinate made a mistake."
Murong Fu shook his head and said amusedly, "You're right, we just want thieves to catch thieves, but the one who loses is called a thief, not the one who wins. Do you understand?"
"My subordinate understands."
"We must spread the message quickly. We must do it before Yelu Zhongyuan, so that our own army knows that the other party is fake."
"Um."
Murong Fu left the commander's tent and couldn't help but frown slightly. At this moment, there was smoke everywhere in the camp, and hundreds of thousands of troops were fighting together. Yelu Zhongyuan's side had a white cloth wrapped around his arm, while Zhao Hong's side had a red cloth, so they were clearly distinguishable.
, you won’t kill the wrong person.
Walking leisurely across the battlefield, Murong Fu seemed to be in a deserted place, and soon he arrived at Yelu Chongyuan's camp. As expected, the place was heavily guarded, and there were thousands of cavalry. It was obvious that Yelu Chongyuan was already in a hurry.
Even the trump card was taken out.
Outside the big tent, Murong Fu sensed that there were seven or eight people gathered in the tent. Among them, Yelu Chongyuan and Imam were both there. Except for these two people, the rest of the atmosphere was unfamiliar. They were obviously Yelu Chongyuan's subordinates.
"Your Majesty, the general thinks that since our troops are weak, we should press the entire army and go straight to the central commander's tent. As long as we capture the false emperor, the war will definitely end."
"But the central commander's tent is guarded by three of the most elite Leopard Divisions in the Liao Dynasty. They are all from the Diela tribe and are loyal to the emperor. Let alone a mere 100,000 troops, even if the strength is doubled, it will not be possible in a short time.
Breaking through their defenses will put us in a desperate situation."
"Hmph, don't forget, the king is also from the Diela tribe, doesn't he have any elites under his command?"
"So what? Don't forget, there are 250,000 troops in the South Campus. If we can't attack the commander's tent in a short time, our retreat will be blocked. What will happen then?"
"According to your opinion, do you want to surrender or retreat?"
"Don't talk nonsense about surrender. What I mean is to avoid the edge temporarily and plan for later. Didn't your Majesty say that Yelu Hongji is a lie? Let's spread the news first, which will cause them to get into trouble. Then we will
The best strategy is to launch a counterattack again."
"You are just talking nonsense. Do you think Yelu Hongji will give you time to make a long-term plan and let you spread rumors?"
"That's not a rumor, it's just a lie."
"Whether it is fake or not has yet to be proven, but no matter what, if we continue to engage in internal friction, we will only benefit others."
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Everyone was quarreling, and Yelu Zhongyuan, who was sitting above, had a face as deep as water. It was not difficult for him to tell that some of these generals who were usually loyal to him still did not believe that Yelu Hongji was fake, and not all of them.
They will all defect to Mongolia with him.
This was undoubtedly good news for Murong Fu. He glanced at the imam next to him who was resting with his eyes closed, and thought about how to start, "It would be great if someone could attract some firepower at this time..."
Sometimes, whatever comes to mind comes to mind. Just when this idea arises, suddenly there is a roar, and a hole is opened on the other side of the tent, and a sturdy man jumps in, with his hands half-clasped into claws, facing Yelu Zhongyuan from a distance
As soon as he grabbed it, two powerful waves flew out, forming two golden claws in the air.
This incident happened suddenly, and everyone in the tent was caught off guard. Yelu Zhongyuan recognized Xiao Feng at a glance, but he had no time to react, and his body flew up involuntarily.
At this moment, the Imam snorted coldly, "Junior, do you regard me as nothing?"
From the first word he uttered, he waved his hand and shot out a fiery red force. By the time he finished speaking, the force had smashed his two claws into pieces, and he shot towards Xiao Feng without slowing down.
With a pop, Xiao Feng flew out upside down, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air.
Murong Fu, who was about to take action, couldn't help but retract his hand and shook his head with some disappointment, "This is too fragile. He fell down before he even put any effort."
In fact, Xiao Feng is not really that weak, it's just that he only wanted to capture Yelu Zhongyuan and didn't even notice that there was such a master in the tent.
The surrounding generals reacted and hurriedly drew their weapons. When they saw Xiao Feng's face clearly, they couldn't help being surprised, "It's King Xiao of the South Campus!"
Xiao Feng fell to the ground, coughed up blood, and looked at the Imam with a horrified expression, "Who are you?"
"You don't deserve to know my identity." The Imam said calmly and closed his eyes again.
Yelu Zhongyuan quickly came to his senses and shouted angrily, "If you haven't captured this thief yet, what are you waiting for?"
When everyone was about to step forward, Xiao Feng suddenly slapped the ground, flew up, and with a roar, a mountain of golden power roared towards the Imam. He knew that if he didn't deal with this person first,
A master has no chance of capturing Yelu Zhongyuan.
Seeing this, Murong Fu smiled secretly in his heart, "The God of War is the God of War. He obviously suffered, but in the blink of an eye he is full of energy again."
Xiao Feng's Kang Long Youhui used all his strength to make this move, which was incomparable to his Dragon Capturing Skill just now. It was truly overwhelming. There was a roar in the tent, and everyone retreated in panic.
Even the Imam was moved by this, and a red light flashed in his eyes, "Junior, I have underestimated you."
After speaking, he raised his hand and clapped his hand. The hot breath instantly filled the entire tent. With a loud bang, the two palms collided with each other. There was a harsh friction sound. Kanglong Yougui's palm force only persisted.
In less than a breath, it quickly shattered and dissipated, but the power of the Imam's palm only dimmed a little, and he flew out without losing power.
Xiao Feng was obviously well prepared this time. He put one hand on the ground, twisted his body and avoided it.
"That's right," the Imam nodded slightly, "Obviously his skill is not deep, but his palm power is perfect and smooth, and his attainments are very profound. This junior has extraordinary talent in martial arts."
Xiao Feng looked calm and looked at the Imam solemnly, "Are you the master from the Western Regions invited by Dayuan?"
Imam was noncommittal and said calmly, "No need to talk nonsense. If you want to kill Yelu Zhongyuan, just come over. I want to remind you that you don't have many chances to take action. It's best to use all your strength. Come on."
He actually put on the airs of a senior expert and deliberately let Xiao Feng make the first move.
Murong Fu glanced at Yelu Zhongyuan's position in the dark. He was about five feet away from him. The key was that the old man had been hiding behind the Imam. If he wanted to avoid the Imam's attack, the chance was really slim.
Xiao Feng lowered his elbow slightly, made a circle with his left hand, and slowly pushed out a palm with his right hand. Immediately, another thick golden palm force was condensed. But in the middle of the palm, he suddenly jumped up, and struck out two palms in succession, three times in the air.
The power of the palms is superimposed together, and time passes, the void becomes blurred, and strong winds blow.
All the generals were swept aside by the residual wave of this palm power, and they could hardly open their eyes.
"Is this your strongest Kung Fu?" Imam smiled faintly, "With your Kung Fu, you can use such powerful moves, which is enough to make you proud of the world."
Unexpectedly, Xiao Feng let out a low roar, his whole body was full of energy, and he used three more palms.
The palm power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms can be superimposed, but it does not mean that it will be superimposed when used. The luck is three points, and the remaining one point is not released. The next palm is used three points again, and so on. Every time it is stacked, the meridians will be damaged.
It is a huge load, and the principles and details are difficult to grasp.
That is to say, only Xiao Feng can practice the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon to such a level, but Guo Jing cannot do it. Of course, Murong Fu can also do it, but he can do it forcefully because he relies on his meridians to be stronger and wider than others. If he cannot understand 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, opened his hands, and a ball of flame condensed between his eyebrows, and then expanded rapidly, reaching several feet in the blink of an eye, and the temperature in the tent rose sharply.
Extremely hot.
When the generals saw this situation, they were extremely shocked. Normally, they would not pay attention to the so-called martial arts people, but now they realized that in addition to fists and kicks, martial arts people also had such magical martial arts.
Murong Fu watched the changes in the field attentively, waiting for an opportunity to kill with one strike.
With a roar, the two people's strength flew out at the same time. Xiao Feng's dragon subduing palm power was like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, making the void roar. Although the imam's flame palm power was not that powerful, it burned the void into a blur.
The power cannot be underestimated either.
With a pop, the forces collided. In an instant, the Dragon Subduing Palm Power and the flame ball were shattered into pieces at the same time. But what was surprising was that the scattered Dragon Subduing Palm Powers were like golden swimming dragons, coming from different directions.
It shot towards the Imam, and the flame palm did the same, splitting into small flames and shooting towards Xiao Feng.
For a moment, the two faced each other's attacks at the same time. Imam waved his hand and erected a flame barrier in front of him. After a few chirps, the golden dragon was roasted to the point of being insubstantial before it could touch the barrier.
But Xiao Feng didn't dare to be so confident. He stacked up six palms to fight against the dragon. His meridians were paralyzed, and he couldn't bring any luck for a moment, so he had to roll on the spot to avoid it. Even so, he received two blows on his body, and two more burnt marks appeared on his body.
of small holes.
All this is a long story, but it actually happened in a blink of an eye. The moment the two used their skills to resolve each other's moves, Murong Fu had already made a lightning move, and shot out three six-meridian divine swords in the air.