Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 302 Kill
Hundreds of crossbow arrows shot at the old monk Qijie together, covering the sky and covering the sky, although part of it was blocked, the rest still bombarded the old monk Qijie heavily.

There was a loud explosion, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose up, completely submerging the figure of the old monk Qi Jie, and even affected some middle-aged monks behind.

"Ah ah ah..."

The sharp arrows exploded into fragments, piercing into the bodies of those middle-aged monks, causing them to scream miserably, with blood flowing from their bodies and falling to the ground.

"court death."

"go to hell."

"Die to me."

……

Behind those monks, several figures rushed towards Zhou Ming at the speed of a gust of wind and rain, their swords were shining brightly, and their swords were soaring into the sky.

The aura that erupted from the several figures swept away like a gust of wind, full of the might of a congenital warrior, all extremely tyrannical.

Among the several auras, there are warriors of the fourth or fifth level of innateness, and there are also warriors of the seventh or eighth level of innateness. Their strength is so tyrannical that it makes people look pale.

Although Zhou Ming is a warrior of the tenth level of innate ability, if he fights against several warriors of the seventh or eighth level of innate ability with his own strength, it may be very difficult even if he can fight.

"Launch, five waves."

With a wave of his hand, Zhou Ming shouted loudly.

Hundreds of elite soldiers raised their crossbow arrows one after another, and several innate warriors rushed forward. They pressed the crossbow arrows in their hands one after another, and shot out sharp arrows with a howl.

Hundreds of sharp arrows shot in front of several Xiantians in a blink of an eye. They joined forces to pump up their true energy, and under the shadow of swords and swords, many crossbow arrows were split into the air, but they couldn't stop those crossbow arrows from bursting.

One wave, two waves, and three waves are all right. When four waves and five waves came, the defense was a little negligent, and they were shot by sharp arrows.

The rushing figure was stopped at once, like a huge boulder, shooting downwards, right in front of old monk Qijie.

"Black cat, let's join forces and kill these people."

A congenital with bloodshot mouth shouted loudly to old monk Qijie.

"Okay, kill them, the old emperor of Wu, if he knows that he has lost a son, he will be very angry, hahaha..."

The old monk Qijie was covered in blood, opened his bloody mouth, and laughed wildly.

Although the old monk Qijie survived the attack of hundreds of crossbow arrows, he was also seriously injured, with wounds blasted out, and he looked extremely miserable.

This kind of injury looks really miserable. If it was placed on an ordinary person, he would probably be dead. However, for an innate warrior, it is still bearable.

Hearing the old monk Qijie's admission, Zhao Ji no longer doubts that that guy is really a person of Taiping Dao. It seems that Zhou Ming's information is correct.

Angry in his heart, Zhao Ji wanted to make a move, but, considering that he was on someone else's land, Zhou Ming's subordinates were not weak, so let's forget it.

In the hands of a hundred elite soldiers, the remaining two waves of crossbow arrows were also fired together. Headed by the old monk Qijie, several Xiantians fought hard together.

The two hundred sharp arrows divided into two waves piled up like dark clouds. When several Xiantian resisted, suddenly, a bright light flashed away under the flash of a figure.

"what!"

A scream resounded in the mouth of a Xiantian, but it was a sharp sword, which happened to be inserted into his chest, as if it would cut his chest open.

Zhou Ming's attack was really excellent, it was just right, he seized the opportunity, and made great achievements with one sword, killing an innate warrior.

Seeing that his companion had suffered bad luck, the person around the innate martial artist was startled, and rushed to attack Zhou Ming with one sword and one sword.

When attacking, he was as fierce as a nine-day dragon, and when retreating, he was as swift as a flash of lightning. The two innate warriors on the left and right shot out. When the swords slammed together, they only hit a phantom, not even a hair of Zhou Ming was touched. .

At this moment, under the leadership of Liu He, the hundreds of elite soldiers guarding the door, he did not come in, and happened to see a scene where a group of congenitals were furious and chased and killed Zhou Ming.

"shooting."

With a wave of his hand, Liu or roared at the top of his voice.

Hundreds of elite soldiers held up the crossbow arrows in their hands steadily, and pulled the triggers together. With a sharp sound of "swoosh, swish," the sharp arrows shot at several congenitals.

The [-] sharp arrows were divided into nine waves, one wave after another, like one wave after another, completely covering those Xiantians and engulfing them in a rain of arrows.

Under the bombardment of such dense arrows, several innate warriors, including the old monk Qijie, all endured strong pressure.

Although they tried their best, swiped their swords, and swelled their true energy, they were still severely injured under the dense arrows. Almost everyone was seriously injured, and even two congenitals died. .

It was really unbearable for the six or seven innates to be under such a wave of blows, and there were only four left, which looked rather miserable.

Then with a not so bright light, Zhao Ji could see that among those few innates, there really was someone who assassinated him, although he was not very familiar with them, Zhao Ji's memory was very deep.

When the arrows are exhausted, it's time to see the truth. Zhou Ming's figure straightened, and the long sword in his hand circled around, encircling the old monk Qijie into the sword light.

In the fight between the two, Zhou Ming completely gained the upper hand. His innate tenth-level cultivation was able to hold down the innate eighth-level cultivation of the old monk Qijie. Moreover, he was also severely injured and was unable to support him for a time.

Therefore, another Xiantian joined the battle group, only to see that Zhou Ming could be resisted. The other two Xiantians didn't want to join, but they had their own opponents.

Zhao Ji and Liu He naturally wouldn't just watch from the sidelines, Zhou Ming had already played the lead very well, and it should have been done a little bit.

Zhao Ji's opponent was a congenital sixth-level martial artist. His cultivation base was not weak, and his strength was strong enough. However, under the blows of the previous waves of arrows, he was severely injured, and his strength could not be fully exerted.

As for Zhao Ji, he belongs to the type who becomes more courageous as he fights. With a long sword in his hand, there is no trace of the sword's moves and fingers, which is very mysterious.

After the fight, Zhao Ji was finally superior and killed the opponent under the sword, even though he meant to take advantage of others' danger.

After killing a person, Zhao Ji didn't feel uncomfortable in his heart, but his thoughts flowed smoothly. If this kind of person who dared to attack him didn't kill him, he would be too sorry for himself.

When Zhao Ji resolved the battle, Zhou Ming's place also settled down. With a flash of sword light, the slightly trembling sword tip cut the throats of the two innates.

The only thing that was relatively stalemate was the battle at Liu Or's place. Although a warrior of the sixth floor was seriously injured, he blocked Liu Or's crazy attack.

(End of this chapter)