Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 40 Battle of Warriors

Regarding the self-righteousness of the youth, Zhao Ji was almost speechless. If it weren't for the last bit of self-cultivation as a civilized person, he would have fought a lot.

"Are you sure? If so, we will only meet each other with swords and soldiers."

The worst result is yet to come. In order to maintain his position as the tyrant of Qiaomu Town, and give an explanation to all the juniors in the martial arts hall, even though he knows that Zhao Ji may not be easy, the senior seniors can only be tough to the end.

"Hmph, just hit if you want to, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

With a cold snort, Zhao Ji was not only not afraid, but also looked excited.

After practicing inner skills, Zhao Ji has officially become a martial arts master. He has always wanted to find a worthy martial artist to compete with, but he never had the chance. Today, he finally got into a fight. No wonder he seemed quite excited. .

"Since that's the case, then the two of us will fight alone. If you win, this matter will be exposed. If I win, you must apologize to my junior brother."

The big brother said provocatively.

Zhao Ji really didn't dare to take this gamble for a while, although he wanted to have a hearty fight, but he was really not sure whether he could win.

Acquired third-level cultivation is only a third-rate martial artist. Apart from a set of soft swordsmanship and light kung fu, he has no other martial arts at hand, and the strength of his opponent is still unknown. Therefore, How the outcome will be is yet to be known.

Seeing that Zhao Ji was silent for a while, the elder brother said contemptuously: "Why, you dare not?"

Even though he knew that he was using the aggressive method, that rampant attitude and contemptuous tone made Zhao Ji secretly angry.

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Ji said in a cold tone: "It's not that I don't dare to bet, but this condition is unfair. If I win, you must apologize to me with Lu Xing. If you agree, I will fight with you." war."

"it is good."

Without much hesitation, the big brother agreed.

After making an agreement, they asked their companions to retreat, and Zhao Ji and the young man set up a battle not far from Qiaomu Town, preparing for a big battle.

"Next week, Anchang, the third-generation senior brother of Tiger Martial Arts, may I ask what your brother's name is?"

Standing upright and dignified, the young man abided by the rules of the world, clasped his fists in both hands, bowed slightly to Zhao Ji, and said loudly.

"I'm Zhao Ji, a nobody."

Zhao Ji returned a salute and said calmly.

Zhou Anchang wielded the saber, with a large gold thread saber on his waist. When the saber was unsheathed, a faint golden light bloomed from the saber.

Zhao Ji slowly drew out the fine iron sword, skillfully held a sword flower, and with the shaking of his wrist, the long sword made a "buzzing" sound.

The two sides confronted each other, staring at each other for a moment, and after the imposing confrontation was over, they quickly approached with sword and sword, and fought fiercely.

With Zhao Ji's cultivation at the third level of Houtian, he can't say that there is no such thing as momentum, but it is almost negligible, and Zhou Anchang is similar.

So, just now, the confrontation between the two, the imposing confrontation and so on, was more about pretending to be 13, and finding the other party's flaws was the purpose.

When he made a strike, Zhou Anchang moved like the wind, his figure floated, and he was left behind in an instant with a distance of two or three feet, and he slashed down with unparalleled strength.

The saber technique that Zhou Anchang practiced is a domineering saber technique. Every time he makes a move, there will be the sound of strong wind, and every strike is astonishingly powerful.

Such a mighty and domineering saber technique made Zhao Ji dare not take it head-on, his figure flickered, as light as a catkin, erraticly coming and going.

Under Zhou Anchang's not-too-intensive saber light, Zhao Ji's figure was like a flat boat under a storm in the sea, and he dodged it with ease. After a quarter of an hour, he was not hit by the big saber once.

Zhao Ji's ever-changing light-body kung fu technique was used by Zhao Ji, and it was so smooth and smooth that Zhou Anchang couldn't do anything about it.

"Good sword technique, full of power, but the speed is a bit slow, next, it's time for you to pick up my sword move."

As soon as his body retreated, he exited the envelope of Zhou Anchang's saber light, Zhao Ji shook the fine iron sword in his hand, and said loudly.

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Ji went up to meet Zhou Anchang's saber light, and the fine iron sword in his hand naturally displayed the Wudang finger-wrapping soft sword technique, and pieces of sword light swayed out.

More than half a month is enough for Zhao Ji to practice the finger-twisting and soft swordsmanship quite proficiently, maybe he can't reach the point where he can do it easily, and the 72-style swordsmanship can be used upside down after all.

The domineering and fierceness of swordsmanship and swordsmanship are different, lightness and swiftness are the most important. Some masters of swordsmanship can even stab dozens or hundreds of swords with a single swing.

The finger-twisting and soft swordsmanship is somewhat different from ordinary swordsmanship, but it is better than ordinary swordsmanship in terms of dexterity and surprise.

It made Zhao Ji feel inconvenient everywhere to use the relatively hard fine iron sword to perform the soft sword technique. Compared with using the alloy soft sword to perform the soft sword technique, the power was much lower.

Although the power was much lower, the effect of Zhao Ji's attack was extraordinary, a bright sword light, when inserted into the thick blade light, the blade light immediately became discontinuous.

The 72 round finger soft sword technique, when Zhao Jichu first used it, it was still a bit blunt, and it was a bit incoherent in the connection of moves, which often gave Zhou Anchang some opportunities to take advantage of.

Whenever Zhou Anchang finds an opportunity and the sword strikes fiercely, Zhao Ji will be in a hurry, relying on the ingenuity of his magic to get out of the unfavorable situation.

However, as the fierce battle between the two progressed, Zhao Ji became more and more proficient in performing the soft sword technique of twisting fingers, and the intermittent incoherence between the moves became less and less.

When Zhao Ji fully exerted the power of the finger-circling and soft sword technique, and the sword light danced into a ball of light and shadow, Zhou Anchang was immediately suppressed, as if a bird had fallen into the encirclement of the heaven and earth net and wanted to break out But when he came out, he didn't have much strength.

This is because Zhao Ji didn't use the Alloy Soft Sword, otherwise, Zhou Anchang would have lost early, not to mention trying his best to support it.

The two fought in a battle, and dozens of people on both sides paid the utmost attention, and they all prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that the person on their side would win.

"God bless, Brother Zhao must win, let this matter pass quickly, and there must be no further follow-up."

Watching the battle between the two, seeing that the two sides were fighting fiercely, the figures were entangled together, it was difficult to distinguish each other, and it was impossible to distinguish who was winning and who was losing, Zeng Yu couldn't help but became very worried, and secretly prayed to heaven.

"Village Chief, don't worry, Brother Zhao's strength is unfathomable, he will definitely win, and he will definitely keep my Zeng family village safe, so just don't worry."

The tightly clenched fists revealed the worry in Zeng Dazhuang's heart, but seeing Zeng Yu's worried look, he still softly comforted him.

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