Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 163 Killing Zhuge Feng

Two first-class warriors chased after Zhao Jisha, and swung two big knives. The shining light of the knives gave off a palpitating chill.

The two swords were light, and they were inseparable from Zhao Ji's body. The power of the sword was astonishing. Zhao Ji had no doubt that if he was stabbed, he would definitely not feel good.

What's even more frustrating is that Zhao Ji absorbed Zhuge Feng's internal energy so well that he couldn't spare his hands to fight the two of them.

Therefore, Zhao Ji had no choice but to try his best to use Taijiquan's method of attacking with force, using Zhuge Feng as a shield to resist the attacks of the two.

As the backbone of Chasing Wind Pirates, the two middle-aged men are not soft-hearted people, they have always been ruthless, but they really couldn't do anything to Zhuge Feng, either because they didn't dare, or because they cared about friendship.

In order to avoid injuring Zhuge Feng, the two adults were very timid when they struck, and it was difficult to move freely with the saber. Although Zhao Ji's situation seemed dangerous, there was no danger of his life at the moment.

Zhuge Feng felt uncomfortable, under the mad suction of Zhao Ji's star-absorbing Dafa, the internal energy poured out like flowing water, within a short period of time, a lot of internal energy had been released.

"Ah, kill me."

Ten percent of his internal energy was gone and thirty percent, Zhuge Feng panicked, with a stern roar, his arms trembled, and an extremely powerful force burst out.

The surging inner force, smashed down like a turbulent wave hitting the shore, and when they bombarded Zhao Ji together, he had no time to absorb it, and was bounced away at once.

Finally getting rid of Zhao Ji, Zhuge Feng froze for a moment, immediately became ecstatic, then became furious, with both palms bringing out a biting wind, he slapped towards Zhao Ji.

The four of them fought together again, Zhao Ji gradually became angry, and regardless of how badly he was injured, he risked his life to fight.

The Star Attracting Dafa is running at full strength, making every move of Zhao Ji like a huge magnet, as long as it comes into contact with someone, it can be tightly attracted.

During the fight, the internal energy of the three of them would more or less be released, which was absorbed by Zhao Ji, causing the internal energy in his body to accumulate rapidly, and within a quarter of an hour, it increased dramatically.

With the increase of internal strength, the power of Zhao Ji's shots became stronger and stronger, and the power of each move was extremely tyrannical.

At this time, Zhuge Feng and the three also felt that something was wrong, and the expressions of the three became extremely solemn. When they looked at each other, they could see the solemnity and caution in each other's expressions.

"Master, something's wrong. My internal energy keeps draining away, but his strength seems to be getting stronger and stronger. There must be something wrong."

"I also feel that there is something wrong."

No matter how insensitive the two first-rate fighters were, it was impossible not to be aware of the slump of internal energy, and they said eagerly to Zhuge Feng with their complexions changed drastically.

"There is something wrong with this person. His kung fu is very evil. I suspect that he can absorb our internal strength, so everyone, be careful."

Zhuge Feng's expression was also very solemn, and he shouted softly.

Among the three, if it is said to fight against Zhao Ji, who will suffer the biggest loss, none other than Zhuge Feng, after the battle, more than half of his internal strength has been lost.

Half of the deep sea-like internal force has been lost, and Zhuge Feng's strength has dropped too much. It's not as simple as reducing it by half, but weakening it exponentially.

"go to hell!"

With a shout in his mouth, Zhao Ji made a violent move.

Under the siege of the three, Zhao Ji used the star-absorbing method to the extreme, constantly absorbing the inner strength of the three, seemingly domineering and chic, but in fact, he knew himself.

Two first-class warriors and one super-first-class warrior, no, that super-first-class warrior has become too weak, and compared to the first-class warrior, it is only slightly stronger.

Surrounded and killed by three people of comparable strength, Zhao Ji tried his best to keep advancing and retreating freely. Generally speaking, his life was not in danger.

This situation still made Zhao Ji feel very aggrieved, and the anger in his heart surged like a volcanic eruption.

At the moment when the three of them talked with Zhuge Feng and their spirits relaxed a little, Zhao Ji seized the opportunity, made a sudden move, and slashed out with a sword.

A piece of sword light shone in front of Zhuge Feng's eyes, dancing into a curtain of swords, covering his figure, making him unavoidable.

This sudden burst of sword was so powerful that Zhuge Feng quickly parried while his face changed wildly, and also struck out a sword.

With a horizontal sword, it was flat, but very miraculous, and successfully blocked Zhao Ji's sword. Looking at the sword edge in front of his eyes, Zhuge Feng put a satisfied smile on his mouth.

"Uh……"

Before the self-satisfied and satisfied smile fully bloomed, the expression on Zhuge Feng's face suddenly froze, his eyes were dull, and his figure became stiff.

A meaningless syllable came out of his mouth, Zhuge Feng's face was full of disbelief, his eyes slowly lowered, and he looked at his chest.

On Zhuge Feng's chest, there was a hand inserted, a light golden palm, this was Zhao Ji's palm.

Zhao Ji has never given up on practicing the Vigorous Vajra Palm that he learned from Tianhong. After diligent practice, he has already achieved initial results.

Today, on the first day of the lunar new year, the powerful Vajra Palm made a big profit, and it actually made a difference, killing a super first-class warrior.

"Home!"

"Big boss!"

Seeing Zhuge Feng's death in front of their eyes, the two first-class warriors couldn't believe their eyes, and under two screams of mourning, they slashed down fiercely with astonishing force.

Realizing that life was moving away from him, looking at the big hole in his chest and abdomen, Zhuge Feng changed from an unbelievable expression to a ferocious and terrifying one.

As if returning to the light, Zhuge Feng firmly grasped Zhao Ji's palm inserted into his chest and abdomen with both hands, and fixed it, not letting him go away.

As expected of a hero who has made such a name in the arena, Zhuge Feng's willpower is really extremely firm, not only can he face death calmly, but he can also fight back when he is dying.

With the idea that he would not make Zhao Ji feel better even if he died, Zhuge Feng held onto Zhao Ji's palm tightly, not letting him pull away.

From behind, two big knives slashed hard, bringing a strong wind howling, a chill, making the hairs on Zhao Ji's neck suddenly stand up, and he was slightly startled.

He tried his best to break free, but he couldn't break free. Zhao Ji never imagined that Zhuge Feng, when he was dying, would burst out with such a powerful force.

Unable to break free, Zhao Ji's figure changed, trying to avoid the angry attacks of two first-rate fighters, but he didn't want to, and was still dragged down by Zhuge Feng.

After evading, he couldn't dodge completely, and was slashed on the left and right shoulders by two big knives. Immediately, his skin was torn apart, and two long and deep wounds appeared, the flesh turned over, and blood overflowed.

(End of this chapter)