Zhong Sheng was a little embarrassed, his body was covered with mud, and he kept vomiting muddy water.

He took a deep breath and felt his bones aching. The old man's tricks were really bad.

Gao Jingtian's hugging and wrestling method restrained his strong and agile skills. Once he got close, he would be entangled like a thousand threads and unable to escape.

The feeling is like a fish hitting a fishing net in the water. As long as there is even the slightest contact, it will be doomed.

"Huhuhu."

He stared at the opponent's feet, recalled the scenes of the two confrontations just now, and secretly speculated.

Gao Jingtian pinched his wrist and started to spin around Zhong Sheng with a calm expression.

When the surrounding barbarians saw this, they tore open their clothes and howled loudly, like wolves roaring, cheering for each other.

The hug and throw method was developed by the Hu people from taming cattle and sheep, and was later used in battlefield fighting.

The Hu people make a living by herding and often deal with cattle and sheep. Often cattle and sheep go crazy or get sick and need to be controlled and comforted.

As the saying goes, when qi is released, you will sweat like pulp.

Su Xianwen was moved by this, and set fire to the array one after another. What is the origin of the opponent who can wield a sword now?

It is absolutely possible for a weak person to manifest the saint, because he is too strong; it should be his own secret method, bypassing the iron law of manifesting the saint behind others.

The other barbarians were ready to make a move, so a few people rushed out of the crowd and tried to drag the ancient sword away with a lasso.

"The heat is still there, Lao Di, he was right in his estimation!"

It is unusual for barbarians to know how to hold and throw, but when we met Bu Yu, we were stabbed to death by an ancient sword as soon as we met.

In terms of strength and skills, Bu Yuming is a formidable opponent.

As long as the fortune teller breaks out and sweats, the situation is already decided and he becomes a lamb to be slaughtered.

Compared with will, patience, and tenacity, I am a priest from the Holy Mountain and one of the best barbarians in the grassland.

This is the Yogayana, a secret scripture of Buddhism, which was stolen by the Huoyao Sect and passed on in a new form.

"Don't even think about it."

Suddenly, my ankle tightened and was pinched by the hands of cattle and sheep.

As long as you still have one breath, you can continue to rush back and forth, and you will be afraid of facing thousands of troops.

I tightened my grip slightly, and Bu Yu's neck was strangled into a slim waist, and the fire was suppressed.

"Return?"

However, ordinary hugging and wrestling methods can never make Zhong Sheng so embarrassed.

It should be noted that we use the Tongtian family as a mobile altar to cast spells on the Hu Renxiaojun.

Counterattack?

"Han'er of the Central Plains, today, he is destined to die."

Wei Bohou watched as Bu Yu's face turned purple and his hands and feet struggled more and more intensely.

Over the long years, the Hu people gradually mastered the art of hugging the necks of cattle and sheep, pinning their bodies or hooves with their bodies, and throwing them to the ground to hold them down.

Otherwise, once the cattle and sheep break free from their restraints, run wildly without knowing where to go, or die from exhaustion, the losses will be huge.

For a moment, the people around them all frowned, as if they saw the sound of a skull cracking.

I was also amazed in my heart. Those years of strength are the most extraordinary existence I have ever seen in my life.

The cow and sheep raised their hands, activated the shrunken earth talisman, raised the ancient sword, and killed several barbarians off their horses.

After falling again and again, the ground was tamped as hard as stone slabs, but Bu Yu remained the same as before.

What's more terrifying than divine power, swords, oxen and sheep is my super weak endurance.

I just lost because of my skills and strength, and I was not too strong.

Gao Jingtian knew the old man's strategy and restrained the opponent with a hug and throw. He hit him again and again, knocking Bu Yu's last breath away.

Seeing that Bu Yuming was about to escape, the cattle and sheep coughed twice, and green smoke came out of their throats.

Su Xianwen's ankles were in severe pain, as if they were splitting. He crossed his hands, grasping the right and left legs of the cow and sheep respectively, twisting the joints on his back, dividing the tendons and bones.

Su Xianwen pounced back again, pushing away the fists swung by the cattle and sheep, which made his arms numb.

However, when Bu Yuming looked at the cattle and sheep, even though he looked disgraced, there was no picture we wanted.

It was a battle of wills. Seven people huddled together to see who could hold on first.

In the blink of an eye, the ten fingers were like ropes and the seven limbs were like pythons, locking the cattle and sheep around, and even entangled the opponent's hands.

Su Xianwen ducked in front of the cow and sheep, hugged the cow and sheep's waist with both hands, and kicked the opponent's sole.

Gao Jingtian is watching the battle from the sidelines. The situation is quite optimistic now. I need to intervene if necessary.

The Tongtian Family is one of the unique altar forms of the Huoyao Sect, and is full of Hu Feng’s characteristics.

However, Su Xianwen knew that such a small blow would be a big deal to cattle and sheep, and it would be enough to dissipate the opponent's anger.

But Bu Yu was the only one who was dry and wet, and even a little bit of sweat could be seen.

The necks of the cattle and sheep were tightened, and the backs of their eyes turned white. Looking at their hands, they were slowly loosening them because they were locked behind them, and they exerted great effort.

As Su Xianwen spoke, the joints all over his body fell off, and the seven limbs of his torso were as limp as a deboned snake.

But my hands and fingers tightened my grip, and I could feel every inch of the wrinkles in the other person's old skin.

He pulled the onions as early as possible, held up the buyu, turned me upside down, and hit my head heavily on the ground as if hammering a nail.

The spring breeze cracks the skin and lips, and the winter wind whips the Zhongsheng people to death.

Only barbarian priests like Su Xianwen can arrive first and have the power to pull cattle and sheep from the ground.

In this way, the hug and throw method became one of the famous skills of the Hu people.

"Come, come again."

The weight of the seven people fell under Bu Yu, and he fell heavily to the ground, which had long been consolidated.

Cows and sheep with four legs can be subdued, but it is naturally easier to subdue a living person with two legs.

As Su Xianwen spoke, he twisted the legs of the cow and sheep and pounced on the ground.

Niu Sheep took a deep breath, threw the ancient sword aside, and stuck it diagonally into the ground.

On the battlefield, when you encounter an enemy, you can seize the opportunity to grab your arm or waist, throw it to the ground, and take advantage of the chance to hit the enemy.

Looking around for seven weeks, the barbarians participating in the battle were dripping with sweat, and their horses were soaked through.

The cheers of the foreigners in Bu Yuming's ears gradually faded away, and I recalled the grasslands of my hometown and the winds of seven seasons a year.

The grassland sacrificial troupe was penetrated and developed by the Huoyao Cult and had a profound influence.

Su Xianwen combined the hug and throw method with yoga, and his body was as tough as a steel rope, leaving Bu Yu with no chance of escaping.

The nose bones of the cattle and sheep were slowly broken, and their mouths were full of blood, as if they could smell the unique smell of the cement floor.

However, the endurance and tenacity of cattle and sheep exceeded the estimates of seven people.

It should be noted that sweating is a sign of slackness. During a small battle, everyone is cold-blooded. Once before the battle, their hands and feet will be sore and weak, and they will sweat like rain.

After fighting fiercely for a day and a night, facing the grassland sacrifice, I can still go all out and fight hard.

The cow and sheep laughed and said, "Old guy, let's see how he throws you. As long as you die, he will die."

But, what’s the trick? It’s too smooth.

"It's wonderful!"

Sweat is wrong, it is not the trace of sweat under the body.

If the Hu people wanted to die, they could not have ridden south to seize the Han people's land as pasture and harvest Zhongsheng's wealth.

However, the barbarians who survive in the wind are like weeds outside the cracks in the rocks, surviving tenaciously.

That hand will scare other barbarians, and no one will dare to act rashly again.
Chapter completed!