Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 111

The old man used the chopsticks as a hidden weapon to kill the young man, and the middle-aged man used his sword to block the chopsticks, but it was so fast that the young man couldn't react.

Looking at the bamboo chopsticks that were broken into several pieces in front of him, with the force of the ejection, a trace of cold sweat oozed out from the boy's forehead.

The strength of this blow was so terrifying, one could imagine that if it hadn't been intercepted and hit directly on the boy's head, his head would definitely explode like an overripe watermelon.

Obviously, the young man also thought of this, and after being afraid for a while, when he came back to his senses, he immediately jumped into a rage, full of anger.

Anyone who turns around before the threshold of death is afraid that he will be resentful towards the person who made the move, and it is impossible not to get angry.

"Old guy, you dare to sneak attack, you want my life, you old bastard, you can tell it's not a good thing..."

Regardless of the youth's young age, he used one set of swear words, once he started to swear, he couldn't stop, it could be said to flow on like a river.

I have to say that the young man is really a stunned young man, even the threat of death can't frighten him, when he got angry with cursing, he even jumped up, cursing while jumping.

The boy's reaction made Zhao Ji want to laugh, and at the same time he couldn't help shaking his head slightly, this is clearly the rhythm of his death.

If the old man failed to kill the young man with one blow, if he had principles, he would definitely not launch a second blow in succession. Even if this person was unscrupulous and intimidated by the middle-aged, he would not necessarily strike again.

The middle-aged may not be able to defeat the old man, but he is also a good master. The old man may not be willing to face such an enemy under the tree for no reason.

The young man had learned his lesson, if he didn't say anything else, the matter might be over, but he didn't want to, he didn't control his mouth and scolded the old man again.

This time, it was impossible for the matter to calm down. The young man's yelling and cursing made the old man's face turn red like a pig's liver, and the next moment, he exploded with anger.

Taking a chopstick from the table in his hand, the old man hit it casually, and the chopstick became a hidden weapon and shot out like a rain of flowers, covering the boy's whole body from top to bottom.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

A pair of chopsticks shot out divergently, and a series of sharp whistling sounds resounded on the second floor of the restaurant, as if a thousand arrows were fired at the same time when the two armies were fighting.

"Amazing."

Seeing the old man's attack, Zhao Ji's eyes lit up slightly, and he sighed in his heart.

Zhao Ji can also use the techniques of the flower rain in the sky, and the hidden weapon technique of the Furong Jinzhen of the Wudang school is quite clever, and there is a method that can achieve the same effect.

The effect can be achieved, but Zhao Ji can't achieve that kind of powerful power by himself. The reason why the hidden weapon's power is tyrannical is nothing more than reflected in its strength, speed and technique.

Zhao Ji thinks that his cultivation is not as good as the old man's, and when he activates hidden weapons, in terms of strength and speed, he must not reach the level of the old man.

More than a dozen chopsticks came in one piece, fast and ruthless, so that the young man only had time to change his face, and he couldn't avoid it at all.

If he was hit by these chopsticks, the young man would have to die. Moreover, the appearance of his death would be ugly, and it would be difficult to save his body.

Seeing that the young man was about to be hit, a dazzling sword light shone, covering all the chopsticks that were shot at.

Amidst the sound of "crackling", more than a dozen chopsticks were cut into small pieces and fell to the ground one after another.

"Good work, but I want to see if you can really stop me."

There was a sneer on the old man's face, and he rushed forward.

For the young man, the old man already had murderous intentions, and the middle-aged stopped him again and again, which made the old man furious, and he also had murderous intentions towards him.

The figure rushed forward, and the old man's hands were slightly bent into claws, and he grabbed the middle-aged face, but was blocked by the edge of a long sword and could not go on.

Obviously, the old man has practiced a kung fu on claws, but no matter how proficient his kung fu is, it is somewhat impossible to compete with the sharp sword, especially, the middle-aged long sword is extraordinary at first glance, it is not the kind Ordinary long sword.

The old man and the middle-aged man fought each other, and they immediately entered into a fierce state. The figures of the two flickered and changed, and they clashed one after another in a small space.

The old man's attack was very fierce, and the cultivation base on the claws was extremely strong. Every time he grabbed the claws, the middle-aged man treated them carefully and dealt with them carefully.

However, the middle age is not weak, and he has extraordinary attainments in swordsmanship. A long sword makes him extremely dexterous, like a dragon out of the sea, he can writhe at will.

Every time the old man caught it with his claws, the middle-aged man could stand up and guard the door with his sword, and let the sword's edge go to the old man's fleshy palm to defuse his moves.

After tossing and turning, the two sides fought fiercely for more than [-] moves, but there was no winner. Although the old man had the upper hand and had the initiative to strike, he couldn't help the middle-aged man with the sword.

The exciting and fierce battle between the two made Zhao Ji feel remarkable, and the destructive power it produced would naturally not be small. The tables, chairs and floors in the restaurant were considered to be in bad luck.

Many tables and chairs were affected by the battle between the two, and they were dismembered. Cups, plates, dishes and the like were broken all over the floor. Go watch the battle, so as not to be affected.

After fighting for a long time, knowing that he couldn't hold the middle-aged man empty-handed, the old man's complexion sank, and he retreated sharply, returning to his original table, holding a crutch in his hand.

"Your cultivation base is not weak, approaching first-class fighters, and your swordsmanship is also good. If you are not an unknown person, I can't take you down empty-handed, so I can only use weapons."

His face was expressionless, and there was a faint sense of turmoil and thunder. Under the extreme calm, there was bound to be a violent storm. From the old man's emotionless words, this could be discerned.

"Please enlighten me, senior."

Holding the sword in both hands, with a solemn expression, the middle-aged man was serious, and said in a deep voice.

The old man's temperament is perverted, and the middle-aged man has learned the lesson. He doesn't bother to talk about reconciliation, and it won't be useful if he talks about it. It's just a fight.

In the battle between the middle-aged and the elderly, people with insufficient cultivation can't get a hand in it at all. Don't look at the young man who is quite arrogant in cursing people, but he can't get a hand in the battle between the two.

The boy and the girl watched the battle from the sidelines, their expressions tense all the time, their eyes fixed on the two people in the battle, and their expressions were full of worry.

"You said, why is your mouth so stinky, why are you swearing, you can't bear it and let it go, this time it's okay, I angered a master, I don't know if daddy can take it."

The rather pretty face was full of worries, the girl complained to the boy.

"Senior sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

The boy also knew that he had caused trouble, and became a little downcast.

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Chapter 2 delivered.

(End of this chapter)