Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 66
The finger-twisting and soft sword technique has been refined by Zhao Ji, and this exercise has made great achievements time and time again. Fang Yi killed among the gangsters, and under the sharp iron sword, many lonely souls have been added.

Although there were many bandits, more than forty of them, under Zhao Ji's harsh hands, they didn't have much power to resist, one sword kills one person, and they killed without mercy.

With the suddenness of the sneak attack, Zhao Ji killed nearly ten gangsters as soon as he came up. By the time the gangsters reacted and wanted to form an formation and join forces to fight the enemy, it was already a bit late.

Under the attack of "Fu Bo" and Luo Qingyun, the middle-aged man felt quite pressured, but he was not in a hurry when his side had the upper hand.

Although the official road from Qiaomu Town to Sifang City is well-built and can accommodate eight horse-drawn carriages, it is always sparsely populated. Sometimes, no one passes by for a long time.

Because of this, the middle-aged man is not in a hurry, he can fight steadily, and only wait for his subordinates to kill all the caravan guards before helping him.

Unexpectedly, his sweet dream could not continue, but things changed drastically. From nowhere, a nosy kid appeared and killed many of his subordinates.

Zhao Ji started to kill, the speed was so fast that many people couldn't react in time, the middle-aged man was also like this, after discovering the situation over there, there were already dead bodies all over the field.

This discovery made the middle-aged man very anxious, and he danced the sword in his hand even faster, trying to force "Fu Bo" and Luo Qingyun back so that he could help his brother.

If Luo Qingyun was the only opponent, it might not be a problem for a middle-aged man to leave without a fight, but, being flanked by Luo Qingyun and "Fu Bo", he still wanted to save others when he could not protect himself. It's too much to take for granted.

Therefore, the middle-aged man could only watch in grief and indignation, as more than forty bandit soldiers were killed one by one under the shadow of the sword danced by Zhao Ji.

It can be said that it is very easy to kill the first ten gangsters by taking advantage of a sneak attack, but when the other party reacts, and then forcibly kills the rest of the gangsters, it is completely skillful.

Ordinary third-rate warriors can't do Zhao Ji's level, so the middle-aged man, Luo Qingyun and "Fu Bo" are afraid that they can't do the same.

Zhao Ji's internal strength is deep, reaching the peak of the acquired four levels, coupled with his lightness kung fu and outstanding swordsmanship, he broke through the battle formation of the gangsters and wiped them all out.

"Ah, get out of the way."

His own brother was slaughtered, the middle-aged man was inexplicably sad and angry, a strange force arose in his chest, and with a stern shout, he slashed forward with his saber.

The power of the middle-aged man's saber was relatively stable, but this time, the power of the saber suddenly increased by nearly two times.

With one strike, the blade was even more fierce, and it happened suddenly. It caught Luo Qingyun and "Fu Bo" by surprise, and forced them both to retreat.

Given the opportunity, the middle-aged man patted his horse and turned back, fixed his blood-red eyes on Zhao Ji, and rode his horse towards him with a mighty and astonishing power.

Feeling the chilling power of the middle-aged man rushing towards him, Zhao Ji's expression changed slightly, his expression became serious, and he tightly grasped the fine iron sword in his hand, ready to strike.

Like a gust of wind, the middle-aged man charged forward on horseback, and when he passed by Zhao Ji, the two of them moved almost at the same time, performing killer moves one after another.

The knife on the thick back is unparalleled in strength, with unstoppable ferocity, it slashes downwards and goes straight to Zhao Ji's head, intending to kill him with one knife.

The dazzling light and mighty power of the saber made Zhao Ji attach great importance to it, and he didn't dare to neglect it at all. He turned around like a spinning top, avoiding the slashing of the precious saber, then rose upwards, and struck out with the refined iron sword.

The fight between the two was as fast as lightning, and only Luo Qingyun and "Fu Bo" could see clearly what happened in the blink of an eye.

In a fight, the middle-aged man was defeated. He was hit by a sword on his wrist, and he couldn't hold the thick back knife in his hand. With a "clang", the thick back knife fell to the ground.

With just this move, the middle-aged man knew that he was far from Zhao Ji's opponent, if he continued to forcefully fight, his life might be lost.

Feeling timid in his heart, the middle-aged man clasped his wrists and ran away, not even caring about picking up the dropped weapons, just thinking about escaping with his life.

When he came here just now, the middle-aged man was very aggressive, as if he would never give up until he avenged his brother, he didn't want to, so he was defeated in a single blow, and this man ran away with his tail between his legs.

The middle-aged man ran away resolutely, which surprised Zhao Ji and made him stunned. In fact, not only Zhao Ji did not expect it, but also the others.

From the middle-aged man forcing the opponent away, to confronting Zhao Ji, to fleeing on the horse, things happened so fast that Luo Qingyun and "Fu Bo" had no time to react, and even if they wanted to beat the dog in the water, they couldn't.

Dazed for a moment, the middle-aged man had already rode his horse several zhang away. Zhao Ji came to his senses and wanted to chase him down, but it was already too late. At present, his lightness kung fu is no match for a fast horse.

"Hmph, it's not that easy to escape."

With a cold snort, Zhao Ji threw out the fine iron sword in his hand.

Zhao Ji's philosophy has always been to get rid of the evil, cut the weeds and root out the roots, now, let the leader of the thieves escape, he is not willing.

Inspired by sufficient internal strength, with a "whistling", like a hidden weapon, the fine iron sword shot towards the fleeing middle-aged man, and in the blink of an eye, he chased after him, and with a "puchi", it stabbed the man over the shoulders.

"Ah, today's defeat, Du Qianjun will remember it in his heart. In the future, we will meet again in the mountains and rivers."

A scream came from afar, accompanied by the middle-aged man's roar of incomparable anger.

Hearing Du Qianjun's ruthless words, Zhao Ji smiled coldly, and said softly to himself: "Du Qianjun, okay, I remember you, no matter what revenge you have in the future, I will take it. "

Seeing that the battle had ended, Yuan Chengzhi no longer hid his figure, and came out directly from among the trees where he was hiding, like a catkin, falling lightly.

Under the siege of bandits, the already desperate caravan, under Zhao Ji's attack, it's clear that there is a change in the future. No, it's too late to rejoice, and another person comes inexplicably.

"Who!"

"who!"

"What are you doing!"

……

The appearance of Yuan Chengzhi caused a shock in the caravan. Several guards who had put their precious swords into their sheaths hurriedly drew out their swords again, and the voices of shouting and asking were endless.

Seeing Du Qianjun fleeing injured, Luo Qingyun and "Fu Bo" who had already relaxed, became nervous again when they saw Yuan Chengzhi descending from the sky, and their vigilance suddenly arose.

"Don't misunderstand, everyone, this is my brother, and I have no hostility towards you."

The swords were tense in the caravan, Zhao Ji frowned slightly, and quickly explained loudly.

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Chapter 1 delivered.

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