Seeing that all the guards were unconscious, the high priest also stopped the sacrifice. He held the scimitar in his hand and carefully observed the surroundings. At this time, he did not dare to be careless. On the one hand, it was because the other party quietly solved one of his problems. For the people in the camp, on the other hand, he had just communicated with their destiny beast, and had been forced to regain his consciousness and suffered some minor injuries.
"Who dares to attack the place of worship of my tribe? Don't you know the rules of sacrifice?" the high priest shouted. There is a rule in the grassland. Unless it is a war between two tribes, you cannot sacrifice to the other party. Attack, otherwise it would be blasphemy against the gods of the grassland.
The high priest answered with a fierce sword energy. Ziyou held Zhanlu and swung a sharp sword energy. The high priest quickly swung his sword to resist, and the sword energy was immediately dispersed.
"People from the Central Plains?" The high priest gritted his teeth as he looked at Ziyou who was standing on a wooden stake holding a long sword.
Now their grassland is attacking Yanmen Pass. For this victory, some golden sword warriors in the grassland also participated in the war, but no one expected that Ziyou would go the opposite direction and go deep into the grassland.
Ziyou didn't say anything. He raised Zhanlu and went to kill him. He used the Confucian ritual sword technique. Although the high priest was injured, it didn't have much impact. He faced Zhanlu with the scimitar in his hand.
After the scimitar blocked Zhan Lu, he slid down and looked at Ziyou's abdomen at a strange angle. Ziyou quickly retreated and blocked the scimitar with a move in his hand. The scimitar in the high priest's hand began to move in various ways. Angle attack sub game.
Every attack with the scimitar in the hand of the high priest is like an animal using its most ferocious posture to hunt prey, such as tigers, goshawks, fierce horses, etc. This is the martial arts method of the grassland. Most of their moves are derived from nature. , has the most primitive nature of animals, and every move is a matter of life and death.
Compared with this kind of wild attack, Ziyou parried with ease. Taming the wild nature is a Confucian specialty, and education is the Confucian's favorite method.
The Zhanlu moves in Ziyou's hand suddenly changed, and the sword training technique was used. The high priest's attack was affected for a while, and every attack was frequently interrupted.
The high priest let out a low roar, and his whole body exploded. The scimitar in his hand attacked Ziyou like a meteor. Ziyou also stopped observing. The two began to fight in the entire camp. Smoke and dust flew everywhere. The sound of swords clashing continued.
The captivated soldiers were silently reaped from their lives by the concussive sword energy. A quarter of an hour later, the entire camp, except for the sacrificial platform, was reduced to ruins. All kinds of things were used.
A field enveloped the high priest, and the invisible confinement caused the high priest's internal energy to stagnate. Ziyou's body reached its peak. In the eyes of the high priest, six Ziyous were running different sword moves at the same time to kill him. .
The high priest's heart sank and he bit his index finger. Blood kept flowing out from his hand. He chanted something in a low voice. Ziyou's eyes turned cold. Six figures attacked the high priest at the same time. The blood in the high priest's hand continued to condense. A fierce horse neighed, and a fiery red horse rushed towards Ziyou.
There was an explosion, and countless smoke and dust flew away. Ziyou flew backwards from the smoke, and the neighing of the fierce horses continued to sound.
When the smoke fell, the figure of the high priest appeared. The original high priest was upright and in his prime, but now the high priest's body is slightly stooped, with some white hair in his hair, his eyes are also a lot darker, and the whole person has aged a lot. .
The high priest looked at Ziyou who was half-kneeling with anger in his eyes. He had just sacrificed his blood and essence to their totem in exchange for the blessing of the totem. The fiery red horse was their totem manifestation. change.
The fiery red horse stood behind the high priest. For a moment, the invisible pressure made Ziyou unable to breathe. The pressure of the family's fate was not something that ordinary people could withstand.
"Central Plains people, sacrifice to our horse god." As he said this, the high priest waved the scimitar in his hand and the flaming red horse rushed towards Ziyou.
The Zhanlu in Ziyou's hand shook, and a weak luck appeared on Ziyou's body. The high priest looked at this weak luck with a look of disdain on his face. How could this little luck be compared with their poor luck? What about the mythical beast ratio?
But just when the high priest was proud, a strong pressure behind the originally weak luck suddenly made the fiery red horse stop. The horse looked at the weak luck uneasily.
Just when the high priest was stunned, a bronze chariot pulled by white horses appeared after a little luck. Standing on the bronze chariot was a man with a sharp sword in his hand and a long sword hanging on his waist. He was nine feet six inches tall and tall. The man in civilian clothes looked at his white horse, then at the fiery red horse, with a kind smile on his face.
The horse neighed uneasily, and it could clearly feel the pressure coming from the other party. In the astonished eyes of Ziyou and the high priest, the man turned over and jumped off the carriage. Then the cloth on his body suddenly exploded, revealing A strong body with bulging muscles full of explosive power.
"This..." Ziyou stared at this figure in astonishment, his face twitching, and what happened next made him completely dumbfounded.
The man hooked his hand at the horse, which was full of mockery. The muscles of the horse's limbs were bulging and its eyes were evil. Although this man put pressure on it, everyone was lucky. Who is afraid of whom? Although the horse rushed towards the man.
After the man turned sideways to avoid the impact of the horse, he punched the horse on the head with a fist as big as a sandbag. The horse screamed sadly, and even the high priest couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The man pushed the horse to the ground with one hand. The other hand waved towards the white horse pulling the cart.
The white horse moved and ran quickly towards the man. The white horse looked at the struggling horse lying on the ground, and its eyes were full of sighs and sympathy. It thought that it was also the horse king galloping on the grassland, with thousands of younger brothers under it, and eating the tenderest grass every day. , drinking the clearest river water and enjoying the most beautiful little mare. Then it met a young man who ran fast, waved the city gate bolts and liked to talk sense. After that... it was gone, nothing was left, it could no longer enjoy the little mare.
Under the despairing eyes of the high priest and the astonished eyes of Ziyou, the man put the rope around the mouth of the fiery red horse. The horse still wanted to struggle, but with another punch, the horse fell to the ground and stopped moving.
"Be honest and don't be so shameless. Otherwise, if we lack a puller, you will become Zigong's Shuxiu." The man said, stepping on the horse's head.
The white horse kept shaking his head. Now the descendant, no, why is the posterior horse so blind? The man glanced at the white horse, and the white horse immediately understood and trotted to the horse's side. After a while, a trace of sadness flashed in the red horse's eyes. He looked at the man beside him again, and consciously stood beside the car. The man nodded with satisfaction, put the horse rope on and got into the car.
Before leaving, the man glanced at Zi You and couldn't help but sigh, as if to say he was too weak, and then drove away with the carriage. The moment the luck dissipated, the high priest twitched all over and then spurted out a mouthful of blood. He collapsed to the ground and lost his breath.
