Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 300 Swinger
Quietly, the team arrived in front of Pingshou Temple. At this time, the gate of the temple was closed tightly, and a faint starlight fell down, dyeing the gate of the temple with a layer of gold.

The night in this world is very dark. If it is not someone with a very high level of cultivation, it will be difficult to see many things here. Therefore, many ordinary people will not have nightlife.

The Pingshou Temple seems to be the same, at night, no one will be active outside, but inside the temple, it can be seen that it is brightly lit.

In ancient times, in the heavens and at night, the families that were able to keep the lights brightly were usually the families of the rich and powerful, and poor officials may not be able to do so.

However, monasteries are obviously not among the poor, and there are really a lot of people's fat and anointing. Some devout believers, richer ones, often spend a lot of money.

For those rich families, a thousand dollars is really a trivial matter, and it is often a drop in the bucket. In order to find a peace of mind, they can spend a lot of money.

Inside the Pingshou Temple, the lights were brightly lit. In the dark night, halfway up the mountain, it looked like twinkling stars, blinking and twinkling.

"Use the crossbow to block the front and rear gates of Pingshou Temple."

Zhou Ming ordered in a low voice, and his voice became a bit dignified.

Accompanied by a slight sound of footsteps, 100 people each separated out. Under the leadership of Liu He and Fang Shiliang, they blocked the front and back doors of Pingshou Temple. .

The crossbows in the hands of the three hundred elite soldiers were not the large ones, but very small ones, and they were folded. When they were taken out and opened, they turned into powerful crossbows.

What surprised Zhao Ji the most was that on the crossbow arrows, there were nine arrows lined up in a row, and on each of them, there were traces and runes engraved.

So, Zhao Ji had some thoughts, perhaps, these arrows are not ordinary arrows, but a kind of secret arrows.

"You come with me."

Waving to the remaining one hundred elite soldiers behind him, Zhou Ming strode forward and kicked the gate of Pingshou Temple.

"Bang!"

Zhou Ming's feet were powerful. With a kick forward, with a loud noise, the gate of the temple was kicked open. No, it didn't kick open, but flew.

The gate of Pingshou Temple was opened, which can be described as a convenient door. Zhou Ming led a hundred elite soldiers and rushed into the temple like a gust of wind.

During the whole process, Zhao Ji was like a bystander, watching Zhou Ming's arrangement without expressing any opinion, but when Zhou Ming acted, he did not hold back either.

"who?!"

At the gate, there are gatekeepers. When night falls, they live in the gatehouse. When the gate of Pingshou Temple was kicked open, the gatekeepers naturally heard it and hurried out to check.

He had no intention of answering the door at all, Zhou Ming walked over in a hurry, when the two passed by, he kicked the door away with his kick.

This is an old man who is already very old. He looks like he is in his fifties. He doesn't have the aura of a warrior on his body. He is clearly an ordinary person. How can he stand up to Zhou Ming's kick.

The figure was kicked away, and it was thrown in an arc far away, and fell to the wall of the porter's house. When it landed on the ground, the old man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

After receiving this kick, the breath of the old man's whole body was greatly sluggish, and he lay there motionless, as if he had died, leaving only his shiny head shining under the faint starlight.

Seeing Zhou Ming leading a hundred elite soldiers blowing past like a gust of wind, Zhao Ji's brows were tightly frowned, and a bit of anger appeared in his eyes.

That old monk, the kind of monk who knew at first glance that he was unwilling, was sent to guard the gate. Zhao Ji was a little dissatisfied with Zhou Ming's attack on such an ordinary person.

Originally, Zhao Ji had a good impression of Zhou Ming, but his behavior greatly reduced his impression in Zhao Ji's heart.

A group of people rushed towards the temple, although they didn't do anything big, they were still noticed by the monks in the temple, and many people rushed out, their heads were so bright that they could be used as light bulbs.

"Stop! Who are you?"

"Who? Dare to break into Pingshou Temple, do you want to die?"

"Stop quickly, the temple is an important place, don't intrude."

……

All the monks were young and strong monks, holding long sticks or swords in their hands. Under the faint starlight, the swords and swords shone brightly, quite dazzling.

These young monks were obviously warrior monks. Judging by the way they walked, the kung fu in their hands must not be weak. At least, their shouts seemed to be full of energy.

Moreover, the behavior of these monks was very arrogant. Facing the hundred elite soldiers led by Zhou Ming, they didn't seem to be afraid at all. I don't know if it was courageous, confident enough, or stupid and bold.

A prince from birth, a prince when he grows up, and a strong contender for the throne in the future, Zhou Ming's character in his bones has never been so polite and polite, but has a domineering meaning.

"Fire arrows!"

Waving his hand forward, Zhou Ming let out a stern shout, and the sound of "clicking" sounded, and a hundred sharp arrows shot forward.

There are nine sharp arrows on a crossbow. However, when firing, it is not necessary to shoot all of them at the same time. They can be fired one by one.

Amidst the continuous sharp whistling sound, hundreds of sharp arrows shot towards dozens of monks overwhelmingly, with astonishing strength and murderous aura.

"court death."

"Really dare to do it."

"You can't find death."

"what."

"Ah, ah."

……

Dozens of monks waved their weapons together, trying to intercept the crossbow arrows, but the power of the crossbow arrows was too strong for those monks to resist.

The power of the crossbow arrows is already extremely strong, but those arrows are quite different, with the characteristics of explosion. When they bombard the monks or the weapons of the monks, one after another The sound of explosions sounded densely.

Like the sound of firecrackers, there was a sound of firecrackers, and many monks were unlucky immediately. When they were blown up by arrows, some weapons were thrown out of their hands, and some were seriously injured by the explosion, making them very miserable.

Dozens of monks, like harvesting wheat, fell down one after another, and gushes of blood rushed out, staining the ground red, and a strong bloody smell wandered out.

This kind of hell-like scene made Zhao Ji's eyes narrow slightly. Only then did he realize that Zhou Ming came to Pingshou Temple not to find the assassins, but to wipe out the temple.

(End of this chapter)