The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 397 Shao Siming takes action [Please subscribe*Please vote]

"Damn Unicorn!" Yan Yan cursed, but his hands and feet did not fall. He and the high priest were hitting each other back and forth, depending on who could bear it first.

"Damn it!" the high priest was also scolding.

Fist is afraid of young people. If he were decades younger and full of energy and blood, he would have pressed the young man in front of him into the mud and rubbed him.

But now his energy and blood are somewhat depleted, and his endurance is no longer there.

"They are obviously two great masters, but they are playing dirty tricks like street gangsters!" Meng Tian and others also came back, but they still did not dare to join the battle easily, and only dared to watch from a distance.

"I just don't know who can stand at the end!" Meng Yi was a little worried.

"Don't worry, Madam hasn't taken action yet!" Mo Ya and Bai Feng were not worried.

Since coming to Bingzhou, Shao Siming has rarely taken action, so people have ignored Shao Siming, who is one of the five elders of the Yin Yang family!
"I don't believe it!" Yan Yan also got angry and hit the horn on the high priest's head with a hammer. This thing was too much in the way, and it had to hit him from time to time, which made him use his hands to fight back. Be restrained and prevent head hammers.

Compared with the human body, the beast-turned-high priest has many more attack methods. His hands, feet, horn, and whale tail are all his attack methods. However, Yan only has a pair of fists and feet, and he does not dare to use his head. .

The high priest took a step slower, but quickly got up, and like a wild bull, he charged at Yan Yan with the horn on his head.

The high priest wanted to raise his head and break free of the restraints, but Yan Yan's hands seemed to have a sticky force, constantly removing his power and guiding his power to disperse into the air.

Yan Yan was also startled by the high priest's sudden embrace. While his body was suspended in the air, his body reacted instinctively and locked his legs tightly around the high priest's neck, completing his turn in the air.

"What the hell?" The high priest lowered his head. His horn was caught. He couldn't raise his head for a while, and his feet kept pushing hard against Yan Yan.

Once this position is firmly established, it may be fatal even for a master of horizontal training. After all, he is rushing to break his cervical vertebra.

"Die to me!" The high priest and Yan Yan exchanged harsh words, then punched each other in the stomach without any defense, and then each flew backwards.

"The skin is really rough and the flesh is thick!" Yan Yan lay on the ground and gasped, but his eyes were always fixed on the high priest.

Especially that damned intermediary, who said that Confucianism emphasizes literature over martial arts. Even if it is good at martial arts, it pays more attention to skills and seeks elegance!
Now you tell me this is elegance? More barbarian than barbarian, more beast than beast.

"Come again!" Yan Yan immediately got up and took a stance.

Even without the use of internal strength, the strength of the beast-turned-self is not something that ordinary people can bear. This guy grew up on whatever he ate, and he can actually fight against the beast-turned-self.

However, the high priest was worthy of being a grand master, and he subconsciously found a countermeasure.

Two streams of white gas also spurted out from the nostrils of the high priest. He was really a wild bull!
However, this time, Yan Yan did not fight against him again. Instead, he grabbed the horn on the head of the high priest's head sideways and forcefully broke it to the left side of his body.

They saw the high priest suddenly holding Yan Yan's waist with both hands, raising his head suddenly, lifting Yan Yan above his head, leaning back at the same time, trying to throw Yan Yan to the ground.

The same goes for the high priest, whose eyes always stay on the other party.

Only this time, Yan Yan drew a circle with his left foot, held his horn, and asked him to circle around him.

"Boom~" The high priest's body slammed backwards to the ground. Unfortunately, it failed to achieve the expected effect. Instead, his head was locked tightly by Yan Yan's legs.

"Wrestling?" Meng Tian and others were stunned.

These techniques are not the wrestling techniques commonly used in military training. After some struggle, the high priest finally unlocked Yan Yan's legs, but the two of them did not stand up again. Instead, they lay on the ground and played with each other's locks.

They locked each other's arms with their legs, trying to forcefully break the other's arm.

"Fighting on the ground, the high priest's physical advantage will be gone!" Meng Tian and others finally understood Yan Yan's intention.

The high priest's unicorn and whale tail naturally provide two more attack methods than Yan Yan. But lying on the ground, the advantages of the whale tail and unicorn no longer exist, and the whale tail may even become the high priest's flaw. Make him unable to cast.

The high priest also understands this, especially when he is old, his blood is weak, and his bones are not as strong as those of young people. If he really continues to fight, it is very likely that his arm will be broken off by Yan Yan first.

Therefore, after unbuckling Yan Yan again, the high priest jumped up directly, not daring to compete with Yan Yan in lying down.

"Come again!" Yan Yan also stood up, with his hands open and his body pressed down, as if he was wrestling.

He just wants to use this kind of close combat to kill the opponent.

However, before the high priest could launch another attack, his legs were suddenly caught by something.

The high priest lowered his head to look at his feet, only to find that green tree vines rose from the ground and wrapped around his legs, with a strong tendency to continue to grow upward.

"What the hell!" The high priest used force with his feet, trying to break the vines.

However, contrary to expectations, the toughness of this tree vine is so good that even if the high priest pulls it violently, the stride length is limited by the height.

The tree vines were like plastic, no matter how hard he pulled, they just kept counteracting the strength of the high priest's feet and pulled him back again.

Yan Yan also noticed this, and then looked back and saw Shao Siming making seals quickly with one hand, and Wanye Feihua Liu was passing through the earth to the high priest's feet, restraining him in place.

While his illness was threatening to kill him, Yan Yan would not miss the opportunity created by Shao Siming. He quickly rushed towards the high priest and punched the high priest's face with his fists as big as sandbags.

The high priest could only protect his face with his hands to prevent Yan Yan from hitting his vital parts.

"Human sandbag!" Looking at the high priest holding his head in his hands and being beaten continuously, everyone else felt a sense of déjà vu.

"Clang~" A crisp sound of unsheathing came suddenly.

Both Yan Yan and the high priest subconsciously restrained their minds, and no longer dared to attack each other, but looked at the place where the sound came from.

A purple figure suddenly appeared with the sword light, one horizontally and one vertically, and two sword lights fell on the head and behind the high priest.

"Hiss~" The high priest let out a painful cry.

The hard horn on the head and the huge whale tail behind him slid smoothly from the high priest's body.

"Well done!" Yan Yan smiled.

He and the high priest can't use their cultivation base, but Shao Siming can!

With the sharpness of Qixing Longyuan, it is more than enough to cut off the high priest's horn and whale tail.

(End of this chapter)