Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 204
In the battle between the Lu family and the Luo family, Zhao Ji participated in it. Although it cannot be said that the tide was turned, it also tilted the balance of victory in favor of the Luo family.

With a strong attack, ten swords were stabbed out, and every time the sword was drawn, a drop of blood hung on the tip of the sword, and the throat of a super-class fighter from the Lu family was pierced.

In a short period of time, nearly ten super first-class fighters died under Zhao Ji's hands, making Lu Datou unable to react at all, and when he came back to his senses, his face was ashen.

He gave instructions to a middle-aged man in a blue shirt behind him, and the man tapped the ground with his toes, and his figure flew into the air, like a sharp arrow, and shot into the Luo mansion.

The aura of the middle-aged man in the blue shirt exploded completely, and the power of a first-tier martial artist was undoubtedly revealed, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, sweeping all directions.

The figure shot at the courtyard wall of Luo Mansion, lightly tapped on the red brick wall, turned around, and entered Luo Mansion, the arrow shot Zhao Ji away.

The attack of the middle-aged man in the blue shirt can be regarded as aboveboard, as soon as he entered the Luo mansion, Zhao Ji found out, and after stabbing a sword casually, he stopped attacking again and treated it seriously.

At this point, it doesn't matter if Zhao Ji can't make a move. More than half of the dozen or so superb fighters of the Lu family died, leaving only three or five people.However, the Luo family has a lot of super-class warriors. A dozen or so of them fight against three or five people.

The middle-aged figure in the blue shirt fell from the sky, raised his palm, and slapped towards Zhao Ji, but before the palm reached, a wave of steaming heat rushed towards his face.

After his cultivation was promoted to the second level of Xiantian, Zhao Ji hadn't really fought against Xiantian warriors. The battle with Song Yuanqiao was just a competition, not enjoyable at all.

Now, when he met the young man in blue shirt, this innate peak master, Zhao Ji's heart was full of enthusiasm, and he wanted to let go and fight him, but he had to be patient.

The hidden danger of the Luo family was caused by Zhao Ji. If he wanted to get rid of this disaster and crisis, he would naturally have to use his brains. If he just acted recklessly, it would not have much effect.

If he is reckless, Zhao Ji is also an innate second-tier martial artist. At most, he can strengthen the strength of the Luo family. It is unlikely to save the Luo family from fire and water.

But Zhao Ji suppressed his cultivation, the situation is very different, first kill a group of the backbone of those families, such as the Lu family, under Zhao Ji's few swords, he killed more than a dozen super first-class warriors in pieces .

This kind of behavior of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger can weaken the enemy's vitality. Moreover, if you seize the opportunity and make a sudden move, you may be able to kill one or two innate talents of the enemy.

It took a lot of effort to suppress the surging fighting spirit in his heart. Facing the palm of the middle-aged man in the blue shirt, Zhao Ji frowned slightly, tapped his toes to the ground, and retreated sharply. .

His figure was like a sharp arrow, he retreated sharply to avoid the opponent's palm strike, Zhao Ji raised his right arm, and the long sword shook, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, stabbing at the palm .

On the palm, a red light flashed, wisps of heat rose, and the palm of the middle-aged man in the blue shirt hit the tip of the long sword.

So, the two of them stood in a stalemate, the tip of the long sword began to be dyed a little red, and the blade of the long sword gradually bent.

Fortunately, the long sword in Zhao Ji's hand was a treasured sword. If it was an ordinary long sword, it might break if caught between the two of them.

"drink."

After a moment of stalemate, the young man in blue yelled softly, and exerted a slight force on his palm. With a tremor, Zhao Ji's figure flew off the ground and was thrown backwards.

Pretending to be defeated by the blue-shirted middle-aged man was just a show, Zhao Ji didn't know how to put in a lot of effort, in order to pretend to be realistic, he even forced out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that Zhao Ji blocked his full-strength palm, only suffered a little loss, and didn't even suffer any injuries, the middle-aged man in the blue shirt was slightly stunned, and struck again.

It was another palm strike, the red color on the palm was more intense, and the heat rising was also greater. The power of this palm was much stronger than the previous one.

Just when Zhao Ji raised his sword and was about to receive the move, a figure flashed from behind, surpassed him by one step, and took the palm of the middle-aged man in the blue shirt. At the same time, he left a sentence that echoed in Zhao Ji's ear.

"Nephew Zhao, you go to the side to rest for a while, I'll take over this man."

The flame palm practiced by the middle-aged man in blue shirt is very powerful and can be described as extremely domineering. When he pats it down with one palm, it is called a majestic one, causing countless storms.

Mo Chongzhi was not bad either, his cultivation was at the peak of the innate level, and he used a move called Folding Wave Palm, which was no lower in martial arts level than Flame Palm.

In the battle between the middle-aged man in the blue shirt and Mo Chongzhi, the palm of the flame and the palm of the wave met each other. When the two palms were tightly pressed together, there was a sound of "Zi Zi la la" Among them, a burst of hot air rises, just like the steam of boiling water.

The two palmed each other, and they were in a stalemate for a few breaths. After shaking their arms one after another, the two of them retreated sharply, and each of them took three steps back.

"Mr. Mo, thank you very much."

Bowing his hand to Mo Chong, Zhao Ji smiled.

"Need not."

Waving his hand, he replied to Zhao Ji, but Mo Chongzhi's attention was all focused on the middle-aged man in the blue shirt opposite him, and he didn't dare to leave him for a moment.

"Good cultivation, good strength, good means, let's come again."

His eyes lit up, like a 250-watt light bulb, and the blue-shirted youth was overjoyed, showing a fanatical fighting spirit.

"Come on."

Mo Chongzhi responded.

Thus, the blue-shirted youth and Mo Chongzhi fought together again. The blue-shirted youth used the flame palm to the extreme, and the palms of both hands seemed to be ignited with flames.

Mo Chongzhi's Folding Waves Palm is not bad either, each palm force is superimposed with many forces, like waves in the vast ocean, turbulent and slapping continuously.

The fierce battle between the two came together, it was fierce, it was wonderful, and the shadows of palms filled the sky, covering a whole area.

The place where the blue-shirted youth fought Mo Chongzhi was emptied within a radius of several zhang. An acquired martial artist with a not-so-weak cultivation level fled away one after another, fearing that he would accidentally rub it against him. up.

Some Houtian warriors who can't dodge, no matter they are second-rate warriors or first-rate warriors, as long as they are caught by their attacking moves, they will inevitably end up dead or seriously injured.

Zhao Ji was watching the battle from the sidelines, he enjoyed it with relish, he had not seen many life-and-death battles of innate warriors, and from the fight between the two, he could see many things.

Although the cultivation of the two is not as good as Zhao Ji, they can be called senior innate warriors. Their exploration of this realm is better than Zhao Ji's. Therefore, after watching the battle, it is quite rewarding.

(End of this chapter)