Qin Shizhi's Confucian junior master

Chapter 48, Ziyou, your muscles are still impure

Seeing that all the guards were in a coma, the high priest also stopped offering sacrifices, holding the scimitar in his hand, and carefully observing the surroundings. At this time, he dared not be careless, partly because the other party silently dealt with him. The people in the camp, on the other hand, he communicated with their luck beast just now, forcibly pulled his mind back and suffered some minor injuries.

"Who dares to attack the sacrificial place of my shaggy 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 can't sacrifice when the other side Attack, or else it is a blasphemy against the gods of the grassland.

The high priest answered with a fierce sword aura. Ziyou swung a sharp sword aura with Zhanlu in his hand. The high priest quickly swung his knife to resist, and the sword aura was instantly scattered.

"People from the Central Plains?" The high priest gritted his teeth as he looked at Ziyou who was standing on a stake with a long sword in his hand.

Now their grassland is attacking Yanmen Pass, and for this victory, some warriors with golden swords also participated in the war, but no one thought that Ziyou would do the opposite and go deep into the grassland.

Ziyou didn't say a word, and when he mentioned Zhanlu, he went up to kill him. The Confucian sword formula of rites and swords was used. Although the high priest was injured, it didn't have much impact, and the scimitar in his hand met Zhanlu.

After the scimitar blocked Zhan Lu, it slid down and looked at Ziyou's abdomen from a strange angle. Ziyou retreated quickly and blocked the scimitar with a bow in his hand. The scimitar in the high priest's hand began to move Angle attack subgame.

Every attack of the scimitar in the hands of the high priest is like an animal preying with its most ferocious posture, such as tigers, goshawks, fierce horses, etc. These are the martial arts methods of the grassland, and most of their tricks are born out of nature. , with the most primitive nature of animals, every move is life and death.

Compared with this kind of wild attack, Ziyou is more than capable of parrying. Taming wildness is a Confucian specialty, and the method of enlightenment is a favorite method of Confucianism.

Zhanlu's moves in Ziyou's hand suddenly changed, and the sword training was used. The high priest's attack was affected for a while, and every attack was interrupted frequently.

The high priest exploded in a low voice, and his whole body exploded. The scimitar in his hand attacked Ziyou like a shooting star. Ziyou also put away his observation thoughts. The sound of sword clashing continued.

The bewildered soldiers were silently reaped their lives by the turbulent sword energy. After a quarter of an hour, the entire camp was turned into ruins except for the sacrificial platform. Everything is used.

A field enveloped the high priest, and the invisible confinement made the high priest's internal force stagnate. Ziyou's figure was approaching the extreme. In the eyes of the high priest, six Ziyou were running at the same time with different sword moves to kill him. .

The high priest's heart sank, he bit his index finger, blood flowed out of his hand, and he chanted something in a low voice, Ziyou's eyes turned cold, and six figures rushed towards the high priest at the same time, the blood in the high priest's hand continued to condense A fiery horse neighed, and a fiery red horse rushed towards Ziyou.

An explosion sounded, countless smoke and dust swung away, Ziyou flew upside down from the smoke and dust, and the neighing of the fierce horse continued to sound.

The smoke and dust fell, and the figure of the high priest appeared. The original high priest was an upright man, but now the high priest is slightly bent, with a little white hair in his hair, his eyes have dimmed a lot, and he has aged a lot .

The high priest looked at the half-kneeling Ziyou with anger in his eyes. Just now he sacrificed his blood to their totem in exchange for the blessing of the totem. The fiery red horse was their totem. change.

The fiery red horse stood behind the high priest, and Ziyou couldn't breathe under the invisible coercion for a while. The coercion of the family's luck is not something ordinary people can bear.

"Central Plains people, sacrifice to our horse god." The high priest waved the scimitar in his hand and the fiery red horse rushed towards Ziyou.

Zhan Lu in Ziyou's hand was startled, and a faint luck appeared on Ziyou's body. The high priest looked at the thin luck with a look of disdain on his face, how could this luck be compared with their ragged How about beasts?

But just when the high priest was proud, a strong coercion suddenly overwhelmed the weak luck, and the fiery red horse stopped. The horse looked at the weak luck anxiously.

Just as the high priest was stunned, a bronze chariot pulled by a white horse appeared after the weak luck. On the bronze chariot stood a man holding 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 common clothes, the man looked at his white horse, then at the fiery red steed, with a kind smile on his face.

The steed neighed uncomfortably, it could clearly feel the pressure from the other party, under the astonished eyes of Ziyou and the high priest, the man turned over and jumped off the carriage, and then the cloth clothes on his body exploded, revealing A lean body with bulging muscles full of explosive power.

"This..." Ziyou looked at this figure in astonishment, his face twitched a little, and what happened next made him completely dumbfounded.

The man hooked his hand towards the horse, full of sarcasm. The horse's limbs and muscles bulged, and its eyes were not friendly. 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 sideways avoided the impact of the horse, he punched the horse's head with a fist as big as a sandbag. The horse screamed, and even the high priest couldn't help spitting 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 quickly and ran towards the man. The white horse looked at the struggling horse lying on the ground with sighs and sympathy in its eyes. I think it was also the king of horses galloping on the grassland back then. It had thousands of younger brothers and ate the tenderest grass every day. , drinking the clearest river water, and enjoying the most beautiful young mares.After that, it met a young man who was running, flying, waving the city gate bolt and liked to be reasonable. After that, it was gone.

Under the despairing eyes of the high priest and the astonished eyes of Ziyou, the man put the horse rope on the mouth of the fiery red horse. The horse still wanted to struggle, but he punched the horse again, and the horse fell to the ground without moving.

"Be honest, don't be shameless, if you don't need a cart puller, you will become Zigong's Shuxiu." The man said, stepping on the horse's head.

The white horse kept shaking its head. The descendants now, no, why is the rear horse so blind? The man glanced at the white horse, and the white horse immediately trotted to the side of the horse. After a while, a trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the red horse. He looked at the man on the side again, and consciously stood beside the car. The man nodded in satisfaction, put the horse rope on, turned over and got on the car.

Before leaving, the man glanced at Ziyou and couldn't help sighing, as if saying that he was too weak, and then drove away in the carriage. The moment the luck dissipated, the high priest twitched all over and spurted out a mouthful of blood Limp to the ground, unable to breathe,

(End of this chapter)