Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 162 Interception
There are boulders blocking the road at the front and back, blocking the passage of the first-line gorge. If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will be trapped in it, but Zhao Ji is different. If I want to go out, I will have to spend a lot of hands and feet at most.

And Zhuge Feng just wanted Zhao Ji to make such a fuss, and with his delay, it was enough for him to carry out the next plan.

When pushing the boulder down, Zhuge Feng and his two subordinates, with only a moment's difference, moved their bodies and fell quickly.

The three postnatal powerhouses above the first-class level all have good lightness kung fu, and they have no problem at all jumping off a not very steep cliff.

However, the speed at which the three of them jumped could not be very fast, and they had to be kept within an acceptable normal speed, otherwise, they would be courting death, and they would definitely be thrown to death.

His body leaped up, and leaned a little on the mountain wall. With the help of his strength, Zhao Ji's body turned around again, and he landed on the top of two piled up boulders.

This process didn't take long, just a few breaths, but Zhuge Feng drove him down with just a few breaths.

The figures of Zhuge Feng and the three of them rushed down from the cliff at an extremely fast speed, like three big birds, jumping down.

The figures of the three fell, and they took out their weapons one after another. A long sword and two broadswords surrounded Zhao Ji's figure from three different directions.

It can be seen that among the three, Zhuge Feng's cultivation base is the deepest and his strength is the strongest. When he unleashes his saber and sword together, his long sword reaches Zhao Ji's body first.

The wind-chasing sword's name is indeed not for nothing, the speed of the sword is really fast to the extreme, and the sword is as fast as the wind.

The moment he saw the figures of the three fell and recognized Zhuge Feng, Zhao Ji knew that today's affairs would not be good.

Quickly drawing the sword, the sword was struck out, and a bright sword light flickered. Zhao Ji did not choose to fight Zhuge Feng, but turned his long sword and killed a young man on the left.

That middle-aged man was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, with a standard figure, but the weapons he used did not match him.

What a sturdy big knife, it can be said to be the best among the swords. When the knife is cut down, there is a whistling wind whistling, screaming sharply.

The saber used by the middle-aged man was really powerful and powerful, but Zhao Ji was not afraid at all, he stabbed out with the sword at an inconceivable angle, forcing the middle-aged man to draw the sword to protect himself.

With the level of a second-rate fighter, under the siege of three strong fighters, he can still force a first-rate fighter back with one move. It can be seen that Zhao Ji's attainments in swordsmanship have become more and more powerful.

The fierce battle is still going on, no matter how powerful Zhao Ji is, after all, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, especially the three opponents are very powerful, Zhuge Feng is a super first-class warrior, and his two subordinates are first-class warriors.

In the state of heyday, Zhao Ji may have the confidence to deal with the three of them, even if he cannot win, he is not worried about his life.

Now, the situation is quite different, Zhao Ji has suffered severe trauma, even his internal organs have been affected, and every time he makes a move, the injury will be touched and the injury will be aggravated.

So, after more than a dozen moves, Zhao Ji's situation became very difficult, and it was quite difficult to defuse the opponent's attack every time.

"I have to think of a way, otherwise, I might really fall this time."

The long sword in his hand danced endlessly to defuse the opponent's attack, but Zhao Ji's brain kept running at high speed, trying to find ways to get out of the dangerous situation.

With a shock of the long sword, he swung it out in a very sharp move, forcing Zhuge Feng and the three of them back. Zhao Ji didn't dare to neglect, and quickly jumped down.

Sure enough, Zhuge Feng was determined to win Zhao Ji, he really didn't want to let go, when Zhao Ji's figure jumped down, he also jumped down, and followed closely behind.

Facing Zhuge Feng's body, Zhao Ji thrust out his sword, and struck upwards, with the tip of the sword trembling slightly, a sharp sword aura emanated.

Although he was fully on guard, Zhao Ji's sudden attack still startled him, and he hastened to deal with it with great effort.

The two long swords clashed together, but it was as if there was super glue, which made the two long swords stick together and couldn't get rid of.

At this time, Zhuge Feng realized that something was wrong, and swung the long sword vigorously, trying to separate the two long swords, but it didn't work.

At this moment, Zhao Ji leaned forward and pressed Zhuge Feng's chest and abdomen with a palm, and the star-absorbing method began to work.

Zhao Ji seized this fleeting opportunity very accurately, and as soon as he made a move, he attracted Zhuge Feng and sucked his internal energy wildly.

The surging and extremely deep internal force, like flowing water, poured into Zhao Ji's body continuously from the chest and abdomen and the long sword, and the speed was not slow.

"How did this happen? What's the matter? Why can't I get rid of it? The internal force is still leaking out. What's going on?"

The internal energy leaked out uncontrollably, even out of his own control. At that moment, Zhuge Feng was terrified, and his face completely changed color.

His heart was like a turbulent sea, full of questions, Zhuge Feng seemed to be speechless asking the sky, but no matter how shocked he was, he couldn't solve the problem.

After finally cultivating to a super-first-class level, Zhuge Feng attaches great importance to his own cultivation, and the leak of internal energy for no reason can't be stopped, so he naturally won't just sit around and wait for death.

The figure struggled fiercely, wanting to get rid of Zhao Ji, but under the all-out star-absorbing method, Zhuge Feng couldn't break free at all.

In a panic, Zhuge Feng slapped out his palm, towards Zhao Ji's head, his palm was strong and windy, full of power.

This kind of blow, when Zhao Ji is fully prepared, there is no problem in receiving it, at this time, naturally he dare not take it forcefully.

The hand on Zhuge Feng's chest and abdomen was quickly retracted, and then Zhao Ji slapped out, facing Zhuge Feng's palm.

With a "bang", the palms of the two hit together, and a gust of wind blew their hair swaying with the wind. After that, their palms stuck together.

Between the chest and abdomen, the relentless internal force in the dantian finally stopped, and the place where Zhao Ji's hands meet has become a channel for the internal force to escape.

When the two were entangled together, the other two top-ranking fighters just jumped down, swung two big knives, and slashed down with all their might.

Two machete-like machetes were chopped off by the two of them, and they cut off with great power. With one blow, everything died.

At this moment, Zhao Ji and Zhuge Feng were stuck together, unable to move, it was not easy to resist the blows of these two swords.

Seeing that he was in a dangerous situation, Zhao Ji used a little bit of Taijiquan artistic conception, swung Zhuge Feng's figure, and faced the two swords.

His Taijiquan practice is not bad. Of course, this is only relatively speaking. Compared with Song Yuanqiao, his Taijiquan is still much worse, but it is enough to deal with the situation in front of him.

(End of this chapter)