The first thousand four hundred and thirty-six chapters helpless transaction
"How dare you!" Imam shouted loudly in the midst of lightning and flint, but at this time it was too late to use his skills. He actually flew over and used his body to block Yelu Zhongyuan's three sword energy.
With three chi chi chi sounds, Imam received two sword blows on his vest, and one sword hit Yelu Zhongyuan on the shoulder. The two of them rolled to the side while hugging each other.
This incident happened so hastily that no one in the tent except the Imam could react at all. Even Xiao Feng didn't know that there was a master in the dark, but he did recognize the Six Meridians Divine Sword.
, couldn’t help but look slightly depressed.
Murong Fu did not show up, but when he saw that Yelu Zhongyuan was not dead, he could not help but grimace, and his hands shook. In an instant, dozens of colorful sword energies shot out, sealing off all the space for the two Imams to dodge.
He obviously had plans to kill both of them.
The imam reacted quickly and pressed his hands on the ground. The ground shook and the sand rolled, and Yelu Chongyuan sank into the ground together with him.
Dozens of sword energy from the Six Meridian Divine Sword were all shot into the air. Although some of them were also shot into the ground, the angle was clearly unable to reach the two of them.
"Damn it, I forgot that you are still a mouse that can drill holes!" Murong Fu was furious, but there was nothing he could do about it. This Imam's ground evasion skills were indeed not comparable to ordinary earth evasion techniques.
Two or three breaths passed, and with a pop, Imam and Yelu Zhongyuan emerged from the ground in another place, looking very embarrassed.
The Imam shouted angrily, "Boy, can you only attack from behind?"
Murong Fu simply broke open the tent and slowly entered the tent. At this time, he returned to his black-clothed and masked appearance.
"Sure enough, it's you!" Xiao Feng recognized him immediately when he saw his figure and blurted out.
Murong Fu sighed helplessly, "King Xiao can still recognize me when I'm dressed like this, which shows how deeply you care about me."
"Hmph, I'll recognize you even if you turn into ashes!" Xiao Feng snorted coldly, counting down the grievances and grievances between the two of them. He has now lost count of them. He has never hated someone so much.
Murong Fu rolled his eyes at him, "Slowly settle the old scores between you and me, but now, we all have a common enemy, so why not..."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Feng interrupted, "You and I are irreconcilable and will accept your fate!"
When the word "come" came out of his mouth, he flew up with a flying dragon in the sky, and pressed down on Murong Fu with his strong palm force.
Murong Fu glared at the Imam angrily, "You loser, why didn't you just kill him with one blow!"
As he said this, he waved his backhand and used a move that shocked Baili. With a bang, Xiao Feng flew backwards again. Ever since he came to this tent, he seemed to have been in the process of "flying around".
But this time Xiao Feng knocked a big hole out of the tent, and there was no response for a long time. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Murong Fu clapped his hands and looked at the Imam, "Okay, now I'm clean. I don't want to talk nonsense. Get out of the way. This is not a Mongolian camp. No one will help you. If you die, just
Really dead."
The Imam looked at him coldly, as if hesitating, and Yelu Zhongyuan shouted sharply, "Who are you and why do you want to assassinate me?"
Before Murong Fu spoke, the Imam said calmly, "He is the lord of Xiangyang City, Murong Fu."
"It turns out it's you!" Yelu Zhongyuan suddenly realized, "So, the fake Yelu Hongji is the work of your Xiangyang City?"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the remaining generals in the tent changed, "Is the emperor really a fake?"
"No wonder he has been refusing to attack the city. It turns out that he is from Xiangyang City."
The expression on Murong Fu's face could not be clearly seen, but his eyes were filled with cold light. He looked at Yelu Zhongyuan faintly, "I said you really have no brains. Don't you know that you can say such things at this time?"
Will it only make you more passive?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant. Suddenly the Imam shouted, "You guys leave quickly! Get out quickly!"
"Humph, it's too late!" Murong Fu sneered, and with a shake of his shoulder, seven or eight figures split up in an instant, with sword energy hanging in their hands, and rushed towards the generals respectively.
At this time, Murong Fu was standing in the middle of the generals and the imam. The distance between him and the generals was only two or three feet. To him, it was not a distance at all. They didn't even know what was happening, but they felt it in front of them.
It went dark and I lost consciousness.
In an instant, all the generals fell one after another, leaving only Murong Fu, Imam and Yelu Chongyuan in the tent.
"You...you..." Yelu Zhongyuan was furious and pointed at Murong Fu. He tried several times but nothing came out.
Murong Fu smiled lightly, "What about me?"
Yelu Zhongyuan took a breath and was about to curse, but the imam hurriedly stepped in front of him and said, "Don't be fooled by him. He wants to kill you more than those little minions."
When Yelu Zhongyuan heard this, his heart trembled, and he hid behind the imam and did not dare to come out.
Seeing this, Murong Fu couldn't help but ask, "Is he your son?"
The Imam was stunned and shook his head.
Murong Fu asked again, "Then he is your father?"
The Imam was furious and said, "Don't talk nonsense. You can't succeed today!"
Murong Fu spread his hands and said, "It doesn't matter. Even if you save him, you can't save the army outside. No matter what rumors he spreads, it will be useless. I don't think your Majesty the Great Khan will take in a loser, right?"
The Imam's expression changed slightly, "What do you mean?"
Murong Fu smiled and said nothing, as if "I'm not in a hurry".
At this time, Yelu Chongyuan said, "As long as he entangles us, the army will have no one to command, and the defeat is inevitable."
Murong Fu glanced at him unexpectedly, "I made a mistake just now. You still have some brains."
The Imam's expression changed for a while, "Murong Fu, I will make a deal with you."
"What deal?" Murong Fu asked.
"You let us leave, and we will lead the army to retreat. I promise not to reveal anything about the fake Yelu Hongji."
Murong Fu's eyes flashed slightly, "What nonsense are you talking about? What fake Yelu Hongji are you talking about? Why should I be afraid of you leaking it?"
The Imam said, "There is an old saying in the Central Plains: Don't speak secretly in front of a bright person. At this time, do you still want to pretend?"
Murong Fu was unmoved at all, "But I don't understand, what leverage do you have to negotiate a deal with me? Isn't what I just said clear enough? As long as the 150,000 troops in the Beiyuan are wiped out, Yelu Chongyuan alone can defeat him.
Who would believe what he said?"
The Imam was not angry but smiled, "You may have forgotten that although the real Yelu Hongji is dead, the body is still in the hands of our Khan. It is not difficult to use it to distinguish the authenticity from the fake."
As soon as he said this, Murong Fu slapped his forehead. After killing Yelu Hongji last night, he was so soft-hearted that he actually forgot to destroy the body and eliminate traces. He should be damned.
In fact, although he had forgotten about this, after the imam appeared at that time, he secretly protected Yelu Hongji's body, so that even if he wanted to do it, he would have no chance.
"How is it? Do you still think we have no leverage?" The Imam smiled, with a little pride.
Murong Fu frowned deeply, his expression was gloomy, and he did not answer for a while.
The Imam continued, "Let's open the skylight and speak frankly. First of all, you have to admit that you can't kill Yelu Hongji as long as I'm here, right?"
Murong Fu was noncommittal, "You can try, maybe I'll kill you as well?"
Imam laughed, "Impossible. After last night's battle, you and I both know each other's martial arts somewhat. Of course, if Mr. Murong still insists that you can succeed, you might as well try, but I can tell you that even if
Yelu Chongyuan is dead, and we, the Great Khan, can also send Yelu Hongji's body to Daliao, and then your plot will be self-defeating."
This is indeed a problem. As long as the real Yelu Hongji appears, even if it is a corpse, Zhao Hong's mask will be exposed. Murong Fu's heart is filled with regret. He should have destroyed the corpse at all costs last night.
Seeing him like this, the Imam comforted him, "Actually, you don't have to be like this. No matter how exquisitely made the mask is, it is fake. Even if you really destroy Yelu Hongji's body, we, the Great Khan, have other ways to expose it."
Your mask, to say the least, even if there is no way to expose you, even if you kill Yelu Zhongyuan, if you want to kill all the 150,000 troops outside, you will still have to lose troops and generals, and the gain will not be worth the loss. Am I right?"
This is indeed true. Murong Fu pondered for a moment and nodded slightly, "Okay, but how can you guarantee that you will never reveal Yelu Hongji's secret?"
The Imam seemed to have been greatly insulted, "As the great elder of Mingjiao, I have held the Holy Fire and served Mingzun all my life, how can I lie?"
Murong Fu rolled his eyes secretly and pointed at Yelu Chongyuan, "What about him?"
The Imam did not answer immediately, but glanced at Yelu Zhongyuan.
Yelu Zhongyuan understood, but asked unwillingly, "Is there no other way?"
A strange look flashed across the Imam's face, "Trading is the best way now."
Yelu Zhongyuan's expression changed for a while, but he finally nodded, "Okay, as long as you let that fake Yelu Hongji retreat, I promise to keep this secret, but I have a condition."
Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, "What are the conditions?"
"When the war in Xiangyang City is over, regardless of victory or defeat, you must let him return the throne!" Yelu Chongyuan said coldly.
It can be seen that he still misses the throne.
Murong Fu's eyes flashed for a while, "How can I trust you?"
"Hmph," Yelu Zhongyuan said coldly, "We Khitan men speak with a clear voice and will never lie!"
There was a hint of ridicule in the words.
Murong Fu was thinking for a long time, and finally nodded, "Okay, I promise to let you go and let go of the 150,000 troops outside, but I will say ugly things first. If you dare to lie to me, I will definitely let you go."
Regret for life!"
This was also a helpless move. Regardless of whether he could keep these two people, Temujin only had to throw Yelu Hongji's body into the Khitan camp. Everyone would know that Zhao Hong was fake.
In comparison, being able to keep the 250,000 troops now is a good result.
Of course, he is not a three-year-old child. He will believe what others say casually. Moreover, after having just suffered a loss, he immediately said, "You must first hand over Yelu Hongji's body to me, and then I will give the order."