Seeing that the guards were all unconscious, the high priest also stopped the sacrifice, 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, because the other party quietly solved the people in one of his camps, on the other hand, he communicated with their luck beast just now, and forcibly pulled back his mind and suffered some minor injuries.

"Who would dare to attack the place of sacrifice of my ragged tribe? Do you not know the rules of the sacrifice? The high priest shouted that there is a rule in the steppe that unless it is a war between two tribes, you cannot attack each other when you are sacrificing, otherwise it will be a blasphemy against the gods of the steppe.

What answered the high priest was a fierce sword qi, Ziyou held Zhan Lu in his hand and swung a sharp sword qi, the high priest hurriedly swung his sword to resist, and the sword qi was immediately dispersed.

"Central Plains?" The high priest looked at Ziyou, who was standing on the stake with a long sword in hand, and gritted his teeth and said.

Now their grassland is attacking Yanmen Pass, and for this victory, some of the golden sword warriors of the grassland also participated in the war, but no one expected Ziyou to go the opposite way and go deep into the grassland.

Ziyou didn't speak, he mentioned Zhan Lu and killed him, the Confucian ritual sword trick was displayed, although the high priest was injured, but it didn't have much effect, and the scimitar in his hand met Zhan Lu.

After the scimitar blocked Zhan Lu, he slid down and looked at Zi You's abdomen at a strange angle, Zi You hurriedly retreated, and blocked the scimitar with a bow in his hand, and the scimitar in the high priest's hand began to attack Zi You from various angles.

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

Compared with this kind of wild attack, Ziyou parry with ease, taming this kind of thing is Confucianism's forte, and the method of indoctrination is Confucianism's favorite method.

The Zhan Lu move in Ziyou's hand suddenly changed, and the sword training technique was used, and for a while, the attack of the high priest was affected, and each attack was frequently interrupted.

The high priest let out a low voice, the whole person exploded, and the scimitar in his hand frantically attacked Ziyou like a meteor, Ziyou also put away his observation, and the two began to fight in the entire camp, and for a while, smoke and dust were everywhere, and the sound of swords colliding continued.

The soldiers who were fascinated were silently harvested their lives by the concussive sword qi, and a quarter of an hour later, the entire camp was turned into ruins except for the high platform of sacrifice.

A field shrouded the high priest, and the invisible confinement made the high priest's internal force stagnate, Ziyou's figure was almost to the extreme, and in the eyes of the high priest, for a while, six Ziyou ran different sword moves at the same time to kill him.

The high priest's heart sank, he bit his index finger, the blood in his hand continued to flow out, and he whispered something in his mouth, Ziyou's eyes were cold, and for a while, six figures killed the high priest at the same time, and the blood in the high priest's hand continued to condense A fierce horse neighed sounded, and a fiery red fierce horse rushed towards Ziyou.

An explosion sounded, countless smoke and dust swept 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 upright and in his prime, but now the high priest's body was slightly rickety, there was a little gray hair in his hair, his eyes were also a lot darker, and the whole person had aged a lot.

The high priest looked at the half-kneeling Ziyou with anger in his eyes, just now he sacrificed his essence blood to their totem, in exchange for the blessing of the totem, the fiery red horse is their totem manifestation.

The fiery red horses stood behind the high priest, and for a moment the invisible coercion was overwhelming, and the coercion of the luck of the clan was not something that ordinary people could withstand.

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

Zhan Lu in Ziyou's hand was shocked, and a faint luck appeared on Ziyou's body, and the high priest looked at this weak luck with a disdainful look on his face, how could this luck be compared to their ragged divine beasts?

But just when the high priest was proud, a strong coercion behind the originally weak luck suddenly pressed the fiery red horse to stop, and the horse looked at the weak luck uneasily.

Just when the high priest was stunned, a bronze chariot drawn by a white horse appeared, and on the bronze chariot stood a man with a sword in his hand, a long sword hanging from his waist, nine feet six inches tall, and a man wearing cloth clothes, the man looked at his white horse, and then looked at the fiery red horse, and a kind smile appeared on his face.

The horse neighed uneasily, it could clearly feel the pressure coming from the other party's body, and in the stunned eyes of Ziyou and the high priest, the man turned over and jumped off the carriage, and then the cloth on his body suddenly exploded, revealing a strong body, and the bulging muscles were full of explosive power.

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

The man hooked his hand towards the horse, full of mockery, the horse's limbs and muscles bulged, and his eyes were not good, although this person put pressure on it, but everyone was lucky, who was afraid of whom? Although the steed rushed towards the man.

After the man dodged the impact of the horse sideways, a punch of sandbag slammed into the horse's head, and the horse's scream sounded, and even the high priest couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and the man pushed the horse to the ground with one hand, and waved his hand at the white horse pulling the cart with the other hand.

The white horse ran towards the man quickly, and the white horse looked at the horse lying on the ground and kept struggling, his eyes were full of sighs and sympathy, thinking that it was also the horse king who galloped the grassland, and there were thousands of little brothers under him, eating the most tender grass every day, drinking the clearest river water, and enjoying the most handsome little mare. Then it met a young man who ran and flew up, waving the bolt of the city gate and liked to be reasonable, and after that.... It's gone, there's nothing, it's not going to be able to enjoy the mare anymore.

In the high priest's desperate eyes and Ziyou's stunned eyes, the man put the horse rope on the mouth of the fiery red horse, and the horse still wanted to struggle, but with another punch, the horse fell directly to the ground and stopped moving.

"Be honest, don't be embarrassed, or there is no shortage of a cart puller, so that you will become Zigong's shackles." The man said as he stepped on the horse's head.

The white horse is constantly shaking his head, the current descendants, no, why is the horse so eyeless, the man glanced at the white horse, the white horse immediately understood that he would trot to the side of the horse, and after a while the red horse's eyes flashed a trace of sadness, and then looked at the man on the side, consciously stood on the side of the car, the man nodded with satisfaction, and turned over on the car after the horse rope was set.

Before leaving, the man glanced at Ziyou, and couldn't help sighing, as if to say that he was too weak, and then set up the carriage and left, just at the moment when the luck dissipated, the high priest convulsed all over his body and then a mouthful of essence blood spurted out and collapsed to the ground, losing his breath,