The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 167: Ouyang Feng, who does not follow martial ethics, makes up for the loss in the north with the loss in the south

Su Ming did not give any face and said directly, "You have lost the White Mountains and Black Waters, the Youyan land, and Hebei and other places. You are in a panic and can't escape. You are like a dog that has lost its home. You can only linger on. In addition, there is chaos inside. What can you use to fight against the Mongols?"

Wanyan Honglie frowned, a hint of anger appeared on his face, "Sir, you are wrong. Although Mongolia is strong, our Great Jin is not without the ability to fight. Saying this now is too much of an underestimation of our Great Jin.

"You lost hundreds of thousands of troops in Yehuling, and another 150,000 in Shanxi. The rest of you have to defend Guanzhong and other places. Even if the Jin treasury is full, you have suffered defeats one after another, and all your supplies and food have been lost. How can you rebuild your army? You hastily moved the capital, and the imperial court has lost all its prestige. How can you suppress the local forces?"

After saying that, Su Ming looked at him meaningfully, "I'm afraid it's difficult for you to control the overall situation now. Unable to suppress internal conflicts, the Jin Kingdom can't even rebuild its military equipment. It's lucky to be able to maintain the current situation. What will you use to stop the Mongolian army the next time it goes south? Will you rely on the Jurchen tribe you brought from the White Mountains and Black Waters?"

Instantly, Wanyan Honglie could no longer sit still. He quickly stood up and stared at Su Ming coldly, "How did you know?"

Su Ming smiled slightly, his expression indifferent, "If you don't want others to know, then you better not do it yourself. I really didn't expect that after you hastily fled Zhongdu, you actually had the energy to take the tribes in the mountains with you, gave them weapons and armor, and even used ordinary people to train them. Do you want to rebuild the Jurchen cavalry of the past and fight the Mongols head-on?"

The anger on Wanyan Honglie's face disappeared in an instant. "These are court secrets. If you want to know, why not join my Great Jin as an official? I can satisfy you with whatever you want."

"To be an official in the court, and become a minister of a fallen country?"

"You! If that's the case, sir, do you have any solution?"

Hearing this, Su Ming looked at Wanyan Honglie as if he were a fool. "Rescue? What rescue? Can you stop the Mongolian army? Or can the Jin Kingdom move its capital for the second time? Where can you run to? Your current strength is not as good as the Song Dynasty back then!"

Although the Song Dynasty was not a unified country, its strategic reach was far greater than that of the Jin Dynasty. Without Kaifeng, they could still go to Lin'an. Without Lin'an, they could still retreat to Sichuan and Shu. But if Kaifeng was taken away by the Jin Dynasty, it would almost be the end of the country.

At this point, Su Ming stopped talking about this topic. Wanyan Honglie was a guy who would not release his eagle until he saw the rabbit. He was not so easily fooled. So he simply retreated to advance. "Okay, I have said everything I need to say. I came here today just to meet you, the Emperor of the Jin Dynasty. Wanyan Honglie, you take care of yourself."

Wanyan Honglie calmly stepped back and said hypocritically, "Since you are here, sir, why don't you be a good guest and let me show my hospitality as a host."

"No need. There is no point in staying any longer."

Seeing that he refused again, Wanyan Honglie's expression suddenly turned cold. "Come as you like, leave as you like. Sir, do you think that there is no one in my Great Jin?" As he said that, he looked outside the hall and said, "Come in!"

As soon as the words fell, the hall opened with a bang, and three figures walked straight in, "Your Majesty."

An old eunuch in a red eunuch robe also appeared beside Wanyan Honglie. His face was wrinkled like tree bark, and his eyes were extremely sharp. Seeing someone present, his expression suddenly relaxed. "Stand up, Mr. Ouyang, please take him down to rest. Don't neglect the distinguished guest."

"With just these few people, you want to keep me?" Su Ming glanced at them and his eyes fell on Ouyang Feng, or to be more precise, on the snake staff in his hand. With such distinctive features, there could be no one else but Ouyang Feng.

The old eunuch in front of Wanyan Honglie stepped forward and said sinisterly, "You dare to call your majesty by his name? You should be taught a lesson!"

Su Ming put one hand behind his back and looked at Ouyang Feng and the old eunuch who were blocking his way in the hall. He said calmly, "You two, come together!"

"Shameless talk!"

Ouyang Feng's voice was cold, like the clanging of metal. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he appeared in front of Su Ming in a flash. He used the Divine Camel Snow Mountain Palm to slap him directly with full force.

One move landed on Su Ming, but Ouyang Feng's face did not show much joy, instead it became solemn, because he hit an afterimage.

The indifferent voice fell into his ears like a mockery, "Too slow!"

Looking closely, he saw Su Ming standing in the distance, looking at him quietly.

Ouyang Feng's eyes were gloomy, and he suddenly accelerated. His body turned into a shadow and attacked Su Ming. With one punch and one palm, the air roared continuously. However, every palm hit the air and could not touch the corner of his clothes.

Realizing that his moves were useless against this man, a hint of excitement flashed across Ouyang Feng's face. He hadn't encountered such an opponent for a long time. The next moment, he changed his moves again, and his arm seemed to have suddenly lost its bones, like a soft whip that could turn freely in the air after being hit.

In the other hand he wielded a snake staff with a grinning human head carved on the top. The staff had a hideous face and two rows of sharp teeth in its mouth, which were filled with deadly poison. When he swung it, he looked like a vicious ghost that would devour anyone it saw.

"Spirit Snake Fist?"

Sensing the change in Ouyang Feng's aura, Su Ming's mind moved, and he unfolded the Nine Spiral Shadows. The fully-developed Nine Spiral Shadows condensed a stream of energy to protect his body. An invisible energy sword fell into his palm, and he turned defense into offense, stabbing towards Ouyang Feng.

With the ability of snapping fingers and waving five strings, Su Ming has mastered the skill of gathering energy into a sword without any teacher. Ordinary people do not have such strong internal strength as him, and even if they condense an energy sword, they cannot maintain it for long.

"clang!"

The Qi sword is three feet long, invisible and intangible, with true Qi flowing through it, and it is just as good as an ordinary sword. He performs each Quanzhen sword move smoothly.

Ouyang Feng was caught off guard and had to retract his Spirit Snake Fist and use the Spirit Snake Staff Technique to fight the enemy.

The Spirit Snake Staff Technique incorporates the techniques of stick, cudgel and staff, and its moves are complicated, sinister and treacherous. However, Su Ming's moves are simple and unpretentious Quanzhen Sword Technique, which also contains shadows of other sword techniques.

In the hall, apart from Wanyan Honglie who had some knowledge of martial arts, only the old eunuch and Yang Kang could see clearly the scene of the two men fighting.

At first, the old eunuch did not take it seriously, because Su Ming gave him the feeling of an ordinary person who did not know martial arts. But as soon as they started fighting, his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly moved closer to Wanyan Honglie to prevent Su Ming from suddenly attacking him.

Such lightness is too dangerous!
He opened his old eyes and saw two figures in the hall suddenly merged and separated, and then intertwined again, leaving a dazzling afterimage. Ouyang Feng wielded the Spirit Snake Staff in his hand with great vigor, like a copper wall and iron wall, defending without leaks. When attacking, it turned into a long spear and a halberd, and the offensive was fierce and overbearing.

It seemed that Su Ming held nothing in his hand, but he held an invisible sharp blade, which seemed to transform into hundreds or thousands of swords as he danced, seemingly real and unreal. Yang Kang could only see countless sword shadows and cold light covering the space of nearly ten feet outside his body, but he could not tell whether his sword moves were for attack or defense. He just felt that Su Ming's sword moves were somewhat familiar, but he did not recognize that this was Quanzhen sword technique.

Two years of training at Dugu Sword Tomb had made Su Ming's swordsmanship advance by leaps and bounds. Ever since he realized that the heavy sword had no edge and the great skill was not elaborate, his swordsmanship had transcended the clichés of Quanzhen swordsmanship. He could use any swordsmanship at will and was not bound by the swordsmanship itself. At this moment, the hall fell into an eerie silence. Even an ordinary person like Wanyan Honglie could not help but hold his breath and stare intently.

Because their fight was very strange, the two had clearly exchanged dozens of moves, but they only heard a low, sharp sound of breaking through the air, and did not hear any sound of weapons clashing!
The old eunuch was puzzled at first, but after careful consideration, he was horrified: if weapons collided, no matter how heavy or light, there would be no way that there would be no sound! In such a situation, the two of them could only have chosen to change their moves at the moment when their weapons were about to collide, avoiding the collision of weapons.

If Su Ming fought with all his strength, he could kill Ouyang Feng with just one slap, but such an opponent was rare, and he also wanted to test how good his swordsmanship was, so he only used swordsmanship to fight the enemy.

However, his enemy Ouyang Feng had a very ugly look on his face. He thought he had obtained the secret martial arts of the Jin royal family. He practiced martial arts for several years and made great progress. He planned to compete for the number one in the world in the Huashan Sword Contest.

But now, a young boy suddenly showed up and actually fought with him. How could such an arrogant person tolerate this?
Especially since Wanyan Honglie was watching beside him, he became even more anxious. If he really couldn't take down this kid, and had to ask the old eunuch for help, where would he put his face?

Thinking of this, Ouyang Feng's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he quietly pressed the mechanism on the Spirit Snake Staff.

"call out!"

Two hidden weapons shot out from the grinning, ferocious human head. The hidden weapons were faintly blue in color, and were obviously poisoned.

Su Ming knew that Ouyang Feng had this trick and was prepared for it. He dodged it easily with a flick of his body, and the hidden weapon missed and sank deeply into the wall. However, he was startled by the next move. The two small snakes with shiny silver scales coiled on the snake staff suddenly moved. They kept winding up and down, stretching and retracting, making it difficult to defend against.

Hong Qigong was bitten by this thing and almost died on the spot.

It is indeed an old coin!
He was having a great time fighting when Ouyang Feng suddenly used a shady trick, which made him angry. Although he already knew that Ouyang Feng was a sinister and cunning guy, it was still uncomfortable to actually deal with him.

It is normal to use all means to fight in the martial arts world, but that is just an ordinary fight. If you win, you live, and if you lose, you die.

But for someone at Ouyang Feng's level, it is a bit despicable to still use such means. Poison is his ability, and there is nothing wrong with using it, but the other four among the Five Great Masters do not have such endless small tricks like him. For masters like them, it is a bit like a gentleman's competition, where only martial arts are judged and it is fair competition. No wonder Hong Qigong and others call him an old poisoner.

Since you don't follow the moral code of martial arts, don't blame me!
The next moment, a large amount of energy from heaven and earth was transformed into true energy and condensed in his palm. He retreated lightly and raised his palm suddenly.

"boom!"

The majestic palm force seemed to solidify into substance and blasted towards Ouyang Feng. In the blink of an eye, the palm wind blew towards his face.

His intuition told him that it was too late to dodge this move!

Ouyang Feng's hair stood on end all over his body, and the crisis of death surged into his heart. At this moment, he could not care about so much. He dropped the snake staff in his hand, lay on the ground, bent his hands at shoulder level, and let out a "Wow, Wow!" sound from his mouth, just like a big frog.

He lowered his head and pretended to wrestle sumo, with his whole body's internal energy surging wildly, gathering energy and momentum. At this moment, the powerful palm force fell, and Ouyang Feng suddenly raised his head, bounced his legs, and punched out.

"Crack!"

The moment his fists came into contact with the palm force, Ouyang Feng's arm bones were shattered, his tendons were broken, and his bones were fractured. The palm force fell on the ground, causing the floor to crack and sink one foot, revealing the soil underneath.

Ouyang Feng lay on it with his eyes closed and his breath weak. The snake staff was thrown aside, and the two small snakes wrapped around it were limp, obviously killed by the remaining force.

The sudden change stunned everyone present. Wanyan Honglie and Yang Kang widened their eyes, stunned. How could this person be so powerful?
However, just before they could come to their senses, the old eunuch moved. He suddenly shot out like an arrow from a bow, and stabbed Su Ming, who had his back to him, with a dagger in his hand!

Just when he thought this move would work, a voice made him freeze.

"Ding!"

The old eunuch thought that Su Ming's internal energy had been greatly depleted and he had no time to recover. In addition, he had just defeated Ouyang Feng, so his vigilance would be reduced a lot. He brazenly launched a sneak attack. However, this fatal move was blocked by Su Ming's protective internal energy.

Three feet away, the dagger hit the air shield and could not move forward at all.

He had just fought with Ouyang Feng. In order to test his swordsmanship, he only retained a layer of Qi to protect his body surface, but Ouyang Feng's small movements made him a little impatient, so the scene just now happened.

The old eunuch was trusted and relied upon by Wanyan Honglie, so his martial arts skills must be quite good. How could Su Ming not be on guard against him?
I can't breathe!
The moment the dagger fell on Su Ming's protective air shield, he quickly drained the air behind him and used his true energy to firmly control the old eunuch's limbs, making him unable to move.

Controlling a crane and capturing a dragon is nothing more than this.

Su Ming slowly turned around and walked in front of the old eunuch. Under the horrified gaze of Wanyan Honglie and his son, he swung his finger to cut off his heart meridian.

"Pfft!"

The old eunuch had no chance to resist, so he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

Now, only he, Wanyan Honglie and his son were standing in the hall. He looked at Wanyan Honglie with a dim gaze, "I wanted to save your face, but you don't want to be decent, so I can only help you save face. I don't kill you because you will be killed sooner or later."

"Wanyan Honglie, if I kill you, I will give you another four words: Lost in the north, make up in the south!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ming walked to the front of the sunken pit, grabbed Ouyang Feng and walked out of the hall.

At this time, the outside of the palace was already filled with guards, densely blocking the road out. They looked nervous, holding weapons, and did not dare to move forward. All of them, the guards, knew how powerful Ouyang Feng was.

But he was being held in someone's hand like a dead dog. Who would dare to go up?

Su Ming glanced at them, held Ouyang Feng with one hand, then put his finger to his lips and blew a whistle. In the distant sky, the cry of an eagle resounded through the sky!
(End of this chapter)