Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 251

Going down the secret passage, Zhao Ji seemed to be cautious. In such a dark passage, who knows what dangers there may be.

Having met all kinds of masters, and watching the tyranny and power of peerless masters, Zhao Ji has a clearer understanding of the level of force in the heavens, knowing that innate warriors are really nothing here.

Stepping on the silent steps, the clear footsteps echoed. This kind of atmosphere is quite like the midnight bell, which makes people tremble.

Fortunately, those who walked on the steps were all innate warriors with strong cultivation bases, and they were also full of courage, and there was no such thing as intimidating people.

There are about a hundred steps, and when he reached the last step, Zhao Ji suddenly felt a sense of crisis rushing towards his face, his face changed, and his body fell back slightly.

A ray of sword light, like a poisonous snake swallowing a snake letter, stabs quickly, and in the dark environment, a ray of light suddenly appeared, with a murderous aura.

An extremely swift sword, so fast that many people can't react in time, even an innate warrior may not be able to resist this sword.

However, Zhao Ji is extraordinary after all, he is not only a martial artist who is born at the peak of the third level, but also has a very keen spiritual sense, and is very sensitive to the intuition of danger.

A soft sword stabbed like a poisonous snake, Zhao Ji bent over to avoid it, and clearly felt a chill passing over his forehead, making goose bumps appear on his skin.

A strand of hair fell from Zhao Ji's forehead, fluttering and spiraling down, fortunately he dodged quickly, otherwise, his head would have been cut off.

The sword fell to the ground, so the person with the sword still refused to give up, under a slight shock, the tip of the sword bent downward, chasing and stabbing towards Zhao Ji.

It's easy to change a soft sword's moves, but Zhao Ji is not so easy. He leaned back, his moves have been used up, and it is extremely difficult to change his moves.

The Tenth Prince, who was not far behind, narrowed his eyes slightly, took a step forward, and stepped forward, wanting to save Zhao Ji in a critical moment.

The soft sword stabbed downwards, Zhao Ji felt a strong crisis, the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up, he quickly stretched out his right hand, flicked his fingers.

With a sound of "ding", the soft sword suddenly bounced upwards under an impact of infinite force. At the same time, Zhao Ji's figure spun, completely avoiding the range covered by the sword light.

"Chong!"

With a crisp sound of gold and iron, Zhao Ji drew out the simple long sword hanging from his waist, and stabbed forward with a speed as fast as thunder.

The quaint long sword, the blade looks ordinary and extremely old, and under the sunlight, there is no glimmer of light.

However, this time Zhao Ji struck out with a sword, but there seemed to be a flash of lightning lighting up in the dark secret passage, the meaning on the sword, the fierce momentum, was much stronger than a sword stabbing out from the darkness .

There was a scream in the darkness, followed by the sound of a weapon falling to the ground, Zhao Ji hastily moved forward the candle that was still lit in the other hand.

Under the dim light of the candle, Zhao Ji faintly saw the figure lying down in front of him, it was clearly a woman, and the outline of her figure was vaguely familiar.

"Princess Rong?"

Zhao Ji cried out in a low voice.

Looking at the figure, it does look like a princess, but under the dim light, it's really not clear at first glance, and it's hard to be sure.

He took a step forward, got closer, and finally saw the face of this person clearly, it really was the face of the princess.

I don't know when the princess came to this secret passage and was still hiding here. At this moment, her image was a bit miserable, she lay down on the ground, a wound on her shoulder, a stream of fresh blood flowed out, stained red A piece of ground with a radius of about a foot.

The princess's face is still very pretty compared to a few years ago, but she is much more mature than before, but she has painted a smoky makeup on her face, which looks a bit bewitching.

Zhao Ji took a quick look and noticed that Wang Feirong's face was very pale, although it was not so pale, it was not far away.

"Your Highness, this person is Wang Feirong, the head of the Wang family."

After confirming the identity of the princess, Zhao Ji took a step back, turned his head and said to the tenth prince.

"Oh, Princess Rong!"

Frowning, the Tenth Prince was very interested.

Hastily took two steps forward, arrived in front of Wangfei Rong, and looked down at her condescendingly, so that the distance between the two sides was no more than ten feet.

Wangfei Rong's cultivation cannot be faked, it is really at the innate level, in the eyes of the Tenth Prince, it is clear, what's more, she was stabbed by Zhao Ji's sword and suffered heavy injuries, how much can she lose in combat strength? It's hard to say.

"You are that princess Rong, the vicious person who dared to kill his father and brother."

There was a divine light flashing in the eyes, and the Tenth Prince said in a deep voice.

The group of enemies looked around, the princess knew that there was no way out, she was lying on the ground blankly, her eyes seemed to be out of focus, and she didn't respond at all to the Tenth Prince's question.

The tenth prince asked again, but the concubine still didn't respond, which made him a little impatient, and he couldn't help frowning slightly, turned his palm into a knife, and slashed down slowly.

On the palm of the hand, there seemed to be a faint light flashing on the part of the palm blade, and as the tenth prince's palm slowly fell down, a sharp whistling was generated.

A little finger of Wang Haorong's right hand fell down in response to the palm, and a stream of scarlet blood shot out instantly, spilling all over the ground.

"Humph!"

With a muffled snort, Princess Wang finally came back to her senses.

In the vacant eyes, gradually there is a look of light, which complements the bright red color on the face, making the face of the princess even more beautiful, like a peony flower in full bloom.

Some of the more than [-] geniuses in the envoys couldn't help staring at the sudden appearance of Wang Hao's bewitching face, and wept a little obsessively.

Even Zhao Ji couldn't help shaking his head when he saw Wang Haorong's face at this time, but he calmed down immediately, and his eyes returned to the state of ancient well.

On the other hand, the tenth prince was not affected at all, his eyes were always calm and calm, no matter how delicate and beautiful the princess's appearance was, he couldn't make any waves in him.

"who are you?"

The princess spoke, her voice was low, hoarse, and even weaker.

"Let's wake up this time, and tell me, are you Wangfei Rong?"

The Tenth Prince said in a stern voice.

"I'm Wangfei Rong, you are from the imperial court, right?"

The princess said still weakly.

At this point, Wang Fei Rong relaxed her heart, no matter how bad the ending was, so what can she do, so she actually cooperated very well.

"It really is you, you who killed your father and brother, disregarding the laws of the country, you really showed the heart of the most poisonous woman to the fullest."

The tenth prince stretched out his finger, pointed at the princess's face and shouted: "What's more, you dare to take action against the court's envoys. How dare you not take the country and the court seriously."

(End of this chapter)