Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 65
The battle between the middle-aged man and the young man became more intense, and the young man turned into a tornado, sweeping away everything in its path.The middle-aged man turned into a solid rock, unwavering under the strong wind, and stabilized his position with a precious sword.

Sure enough, as expected by the middle-aged man, the young man's frenzied attack could not last for a long time. After a quarter of an hour, the storm-like slashing gradually slowed down.

When the young man's attack slowed down and he seized the opportunity, the middle-aged man immediately counterattacked, and the saber in his hand changed, full of a murderous aura.

In this way, when the situation changed, the middle-aged man suddenly changed from a defensive position to an attacking side. He was fierce and domineering, and he wished to chop the young man to death.

After the 3-minute onslaught, the young man was really wilted. Under the middle-aged man's fierce swordsmanship, he struggled left and right, tried his best to hold on, and remained undefeated.

"Miss, the enemy is fierce, Luo Qingyun is defeated, please leave quickly, miss, I will stay and try my best to stop the enemy."

Knowing that he would face defeat sooner or later, the young man looked extremely anxious. He looked back at a woman surrounded by cars and said loudly.

That woman should be the most important person in the caravan, and there is an old man standing beside her, who should be the housekeeper.

The woman is young at the [-]th, with a slim figure and beautiful appearance. Although she is not the kind of perfect beauty, she also has an upper-middle-class appearance, especially the fortitude and determination that are inadvertently revealed on her face, which is even more heroic.

A woman, in the face of hundreds of people fighting desperately, with flying stumps, internal organs overflowing, blood flowing into rivers, and even throwing her life here, she can still remain calm and calm, and people have to admire her courage.

"Uncle Fu, don't guard me anymore, go and give Qingyun a helping hand."

The woman said to the old man beside her.

"Miss, how can I do this? In case you get hurt, how can I explain to the master after I go back?"

"Forbe" shook his head, obviously unwilling.

"Uncle Fu, the situation is critical now, so don't stick to the rules. If Qingyun loses, the gangsters will come straight for us. We will also be defeated and let the other party kill. At that time, no matter how loyal you are, Uncle Fu, I'm afraid you won't be able to protect us." My thoroughness."

The attitude of "Fu Bo" made the woman feel anxious, a little anxiety appeared on her calm and composed face, and she said anxiously.

What the woman said is indeed the current real situation. The caravan side is in a precarious situation. Once the middle-aged man wins against Luo Qingyun, it will be a complete defeat.

Even if Luo Qingyun could persevere, it was impossible to save the situation. The caravan's guards had already suffered heavy casualties, and although the horse bandits had suffered casualties, they were nothing.

As time goes by, the more casualties on the caravan side, the more dangerous the situation will become, until the tight string breaks, and finally the enemy can take whatever they want.

"Okay, miss, I'm going, you have to be very careful."

"Forbe" nodded, and finally agreed to make a move.

Stomping the ground with his right foot, he jumped up like a big bird, and jumped onto the car formation in front of him. "Fu Bo" raised the crutch in his hand, and pointed at the middle-aged man.

"Fu Bo"'s attack was light and silent, as if it didn't have any power, but judging from the reaction of the middle-aged man, his move was quite aggressive.

The saber that was originally slashing at Luo Qingyun turned, and in an instant, the back of the saber hit the crutch, and a huge force knocked "Fu Bo" staggering.

Although this attack failed to hurt the middle-aged man, it finally gave Luo Qingyun a sigh of relief, and fought again with his sword, regaining his previous strength.

The strength of "Fu Bo" may be weaker than Luo Qingyun and middle-aged men, but from Zhao Ji's point of view, he is also a third-rate player.

Two third-rate fighters joined forces to fight against the middle-aged man, no matter how rich his combat experience is, no matter how fierce and heavy he dances with a sword, he will inevitably lose the wind.

After fighting for a while, although the middle-aged man lost to the joint efforts of "Fu Bo" and Luo Qingyun, he finally defended it tightly, and did not give the two any chances, and he could not be defeated for a while.

There was a stalemate on this side, but the situation on the other side was relatively clear. Dozens of horse bandits worked together, the team was neat, and the charge was orderly. The guards on the side of the caravan died from time to time. At this time, only a few people remained.

These ten people are like a flat boat in the wind and rain. They are in danger of being destroyed at any time. If one is not good, he will be killed.

If the ten guards were to die and dozens of horse bandits were freed up, "Fu Bo" and Luo Qingyun would also end up defeated, and the caravan's end would be sealed.

"Brother Yuan, my generation of martial arts practitioners should act chivalrously, fight against the strong and help the weak. I want to rescue these people. I don't know what you want."

Zhao Ji whispered to Yuan Chengzhi next to him.

"That's exactly what I mean."

Yuan Chengzhi said with a serious face: "Let's do it together."

"No, you can't use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken. These gangsters can be taken care of by me. Brother Yuan will stand by and support me."

With a wave of his hand, he rejected Yuan Chengzhi's plan to attack together. Seeing that the fierce battle below was about to be decided, Zhao Ji didn't dare to delay any longer.

Standing in the air, the fine iron sword was unsheathed, the long sword trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword pointed forward, Zhao Ji rushed straight towards the dozens of bandits.

Zhao Ji used the ever-changing lightness technique to the extreme, and his figure turned into a phantom, rushing into the bandits' battle formation.

With the first sword, Zhao Ji pierced through the neck of a gangster, that kind of attack that was almost a sneak attack, a low-level martial artist could not dodge at all.

There is a big gap between low-rate warriors and third-rate warriors, but this does not mean that third-rate warriors can kill low-rate warriors at will.

The number of low-level warriors has increased, and they have formed a battle formation like gangsters. Cooperating with each other, dozens of people work together, and it is inevitable that they will not be able to kill a third-rate warrior.

Therefore, based on the principle of being cautious, Zhao Ji will not wait for them to prepare before fighting them openly. There is a more labor-saving method, so it is not in vain.

With a sudden strike, he killed a gangster with a single sword, Zhao Ji rushed into the battle formation of the gangsters, his figure was like lightning, and his sword was shining brightly.

A battle formation composed of dozens of people is difficult to break through from the outside, but easy to destroy from the inside. In addition, Zhao Ji's lightness kungfu is excellent, and he can come and go freely in the rain of swords and arrows. Naturally, these bandits can't do anything to him.

The fine iron sword was cast in Zhao Ji's hands, as if possessing incredible supernatural powers. A sword stabbed forward, not only killing the person in front, but with a trembling and bending of the sword, it also killed the person in front left. Kill one person, turn again, and kill another person.

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Chapter 2 delivered.

(End of this chapter)