Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 267
There are too many factors that affect the outcome of a warrior's fight, such as aura, momentum, strength, skill, etc., each of which will affect the outcome of the battle.

Zhao Ji fights against dozens of fighters by himself. When he entered the fight at the beginning, he already had a kind of tragic feeling, quite like the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return when he is gone.

This kind of tragic meaning made Zhao Ji exert his combat power to the limit, and even improved to a certain extent, so that he could treat the opponent as nothing in a real fight.

After a massacre, as Zhao Ji killed more and more people, and the sword in his hand was stained with blood, which was still the blood of a master, Zhao Ji gradually gathered a kind of self-confidence, and this self-confidence became more and more powerful. exuberant.

In the end, Zhao Ji was so red-eyed that he became a war demon and a blood demon. All he had in his heart was Zhan, Zhan, Zhan, Zhan, and he could only use the sword in his hand to wipe out his opponents.

The rationality in his heart was temporarily blinded, leaving only the desire to win, which made Zhao Ji's attacks very bloody, even if he exchanged wounds for wounds, he would kill the opponent under the sword.

At such a time of killing, Zhao Ji has a great momentum, a kind of overwhelming vigor, and ordinary people may be frightened crazy when they see it.

Although Zhao Ji's opponents were all warriors with good cultivation bases, the last three they fought against were even more innate with extremely strong cultivation bases, and the two were innate talents in the mid-term.However, in front of the crazy Zhao Ji, he felt uneasy.

With an indomitable momentum, he killed a mid-stage innate, and Zhao Ji charged at another mid-stage innate with fierce momentum, his sword overflowing with murderous aura.

This middle-stage innate had a different reaction, he should have been enraged by his companion's death, he gritted his teeth, and regarded the sword in Zhao Ji's hand as nothing, and unswervingly moved forward to kill.

This kind of situation is already a situation of exchanging injuries with injuries. When it is hard to win, unless one side takes the initiative to retreat, otherwise, it will be a situation where both sides suffer.

Being filled with killing intent, Zhao Ji will not retreat even if he dies. A pair of blood-red eyes, staring at his enemy firmly, can make people feel palpitating and frightening.

Under the influence of Zhao Ji's tyrannical killing intent, the middle-stage genius holding the gun felt a little uneasy, but he gritted his teeth tightly and refused to retreat.

Then, a tragedy happened, and the sword in Zhao Ji's hand stabbed Zhongqi Xiantian's body as he wished. Under the reflection of blood, the rune sword shone brightly, as if it was more menacing.

In the middle period, the spear in Xiantian's hand was also inserted into Zhao Ji's body. A shot was shot in the chest, and he went straight forward and then out. Bit by bit of blood slowly flowed down the spear, ticking, and the sound seeped out. people as well.

"Husband!"

Previously, Zhao Ji traded wounds for wounds, fought against enemies, killed countless people, and was seriously injured himself, which already made Luo Qiushui very worried. He clasped his hands tightly, and his nails dug into his flesh, forming red marks one after another. I don't know it.

At this moment, seeing Zhao Ji's chest pierced by a long spear, Luo Qiushui's face was covered with worry, and suddenly turned pale, feeling dizzy and dizzy, and his figure was on the verge of falling.

With a cry, expressing endless grief and worry, Luo Qiushui strode forward, wanting to go up to help Luo Qiushui, but was held back by Luo Qingyun.

"Let go of me, you let me go."

Luo Qiushui kept struggling, trying to break away from Luo Qingyun.

"Little sister, calm down. Don't be impulsive. If you rush forward like this, not only will it not help, but it will also affect your sister-in-law. You must calm down."

Holding Luo Qiushui's hand tightly, not letting her break free, Luo Qingyun spoke with a serious expression and loudly comforted her.

"Let go, let me go, you don't worry about my husband, I worry about him, he has been injured so badly and needs my care, you get out of the way."

Luo Qiushui fought and fought, trying to get Luo Qingyun to let go.

However, the battlefield is extremely dangerous, the confrontation of innate warriors, the level of strength cannot be joined by two people, so no matter how much Luo Qiushui beats and scolds, Luo Qingyun will not let go.

In fact, Luo Qingyun was also very worried about Zhao Ji's situation. However, at this critical moment, worrying was useless. He could only pray secretly in his heart, hoping that he would win a big victory.

The two were hit almost at the same time, one was hit by the sword, and the other was hit by the gun. The next moment, Zhao Ji stood firmly on the spot, but his opponent fell down.

Zhao Ji's spear was aimed at Zhongqi's innate heart, and that sword finally pierced the man's heart, so naturally he couldn't survive.

And that shot was originally aimed at Zhao Ji's heart, but unconsciously, Zhao Ji sensed the danger, and turned his body slightly so that the shot also missed.

Although the shot in the middle of the heart was missed, it stabbed the body after all, a serious injury was unavoidable, and at the same time, the severe pain brought by the gun made Zhao Ji, who was gradually killing madly, calm down all at once.

When the blood in his eyes receded and changed to clear and bright again, in front of Zhao Ji, there were already fallen corpses on the ground, and dozens of men in black who sneaked in, only one person remained, a third-level congenital warrior.

Compared with the firmness of Xiantian in the middle stage of holding a gun, he would rather exchange injuries for injuries, this Xiantian is really inferior. When he saw Zhao Ji's final killing like a demon descending into the world, he was already stunned. I couldn't even hold the weapon in my hand, and it fell to the ground, as if I had lost my soul.

With this person's appearance, it is obvious that he has lost his fighting spirit and will to fight, Zhao Ji swung the sword that wanted to cut off this person's head, and let it go.

However, after a slight pause, Zhao Ji swung his sword again and struck at the man. When the rune sword fell, it did not cut off the man's head, but broke his tendons and tendons.

For a martial artist, the importance of tendons and hamstrings is self-evident. If you lose them, you will become disabled, and no matter how high your martial arts are, you will not be able to use them.

Of course, Zhao Ji heard that after a martial artist's cultivation has improved to a certain level, it's not impossible to continue the condition of tendons and hamstrings, but it's obviously impossible for a martial artist at an innate level to do so.

Having broken the opponent's tendons, Zhao Ji was completely relieved, and felt a burst of relief, from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside.

After being relieved, he immediately felt something was wrong, a feeling of dizziness, like drowsiness, which was unstoppable, even though several wounds on his body reflected bursts of severe pain, he couldn't suppress that feeling. Dizziness.

Finally, Zhao Ji couldn't resist anymore, his body relaxed unconsciously, the rune sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "dang", and he fell down.

Before he passed out completely, Zhao Ji heard someone yelling at him while running towards him, and a little further away, there were thousands of troops fighting fiercely.

This impression swirled around in his mind, and the next moment, Zhao Ji didn't know anything.

(End of this chapter)