Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 303
Dark night is the hotbed of dark existence in the world, and it is the moment when swords, swords and shadows fight for the survival of blood. In Pingshou Temple, the light of swords rises, and blood is born.

The killing under the cover of the night was even more cruel and bloody. The sound of killing only sounded for a quarter of an hour before gradually subsiding.

The three hundred elite soldiers brought by Zhou Ming were all extremely powerful elites with powerful weapons in their hands. When they showed their power together, the power they erupted was too powerful. Even the innate warriors were not so easy to bear.

Under the attack of the exploding crossbow arrows, the group of congenitals headed by the old monk Qijie were severely injured, and they were completely killed by Zhao Ji, Zhou Ming and Liu or killed.

The congenital warriors and the monks of Pingshou Temple were killed, and Pingshou Temple was basically in an undefended posture. The remaining monks completely lost their fighting spirit at this time.

"Surrender without killing, do you want to die generously, or surrender."

His sharp eyes swept over those monks who were showing fear on their faces. Zhou Ming smiled coldly and said calmly.

"Clang..."

A loud noise resounded under the dense night, and a monk threw away the weapons in his hands and squatted down one after another.

"Look them up."

With a finger pointing, Zhou Ming ordered.

Among the 50 elite soldiers, [-] were separated out, holding the reloaded crossbow bolts in their hands, and aimed at the squatting monks one after another.

Leading the remaining 150 people, the army moved forward, and within half an hour, the Pingshou Temple was turned upside down.

With a bang, the door of a room was kicked open, and there was a sound of inhalation. It turned out that this was a warehouse, but it was not the kind of warehouse where grain or waste was piled up, but an armory.

One piece of weapons, long spears, broadswords and long swords, etc., are piled up layer by layer in the warehouse. According to preliminary visual inspection, there may be as many as a thousand pieces.

Although the state of Wu's control over weapons is not too strict, each family or monastery must never store more than ten weapons. Here in Pingshou Temple, the number exceeds too much.

In addition to conventional weapons such as swords, there are also weapons for long-range strikes in the warehouse, such as hundreds of bows and arrows, and dozens of crossbows.

Seeing the room full of weapons, Zhou Ming's face darkened instantly, and more than 100 elite soldiers breathed in loudly.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Ji was also quite shocked, the Taiping Dao is really not easy, to get so many weapons storage outside Yecheng, ordinary forces don't have this ability, nor do they have the courage.

The warehouse is underground, a relatively hidden place. In addition to the armory, there are also some gold and silver items stored, and there are a lot of them.

Zhou Ming was generous, these places did not hide from Zhao Ji, after seeing Zhao Ji, although Zhao Ji felt a little shocked, but it was not unusual.

When he came back to the ground, Fang Shiliang also entered the Pingshou Temple, and the hundred elite soldiers under his command also entered the temple one after another.

It can be seen that some monks were carried in the hands of the hundred elite soldiers. Presumably, they were caught when they fled outside the temple.

After chatting with Fang Shiliang, knowing the direction behind, no one escaped, Zhou Ming nodded in satisfaction, and commanded his subordinates to drive all the monks to the square in front of Pingshou Temple.

As expected of a famous monastery outside of Yecheng, the number of monks is really quite a lot, probably as many as nearly a thousand. Apart from the 200 people who were killed, there are as many as 800 monks left.

With so many people confined in a small place, it seemed a little crowded. In fact, seven to eight hundred people was also a very strong force. However, most of them were ordinary monks and had no combat power at all.

Looking at these monks coldly, Zhou Ming was thinking about how to deal with it, when a strange change happened. Among the crowd, a person rushed out and rushed towards Zhou Ming.

The one who rushed out was a middle-aged man with a bright top, and he looked like a monk. He seemed to be an ordinary monk, but the speed of this step was extremely fast, and his tyrannical cultivation was undoubtedly evident.

He casually picked up a steel knife on the ground. With the steel knife in his hand, the tyrannical qi pipe injected into it, causing the long knife to vibrate violently, making a buzzing sound.

With a dash, he rushed to Zhou Ming's body like flying, and the long knife slashed down on his head. The tyrannical light of the knife faltered in front of the long knife.

As soon as this person came, Zhao Ji, Liu He and Fang Shiliang's expression changed, everyone's first reaction was to protect themselves and keep the weapons in their hands in front of them.

The middle-aged man rushed towards Zhou Ming. Although he was also a little surprised, he reacted well, shook the long sword in his hand, and slashed forward.

"Ding!"

A sharp and crisp sound resounded in the confrontation of swords. Two powerful forces echoed between the two of them. The long sword and the big knife were constantly trembling and clashing at an extremely fast speed.

In just a short moment, the clash between the long sword and the treasured sword reached dozens of blows. Although the movements were not very big, there was a small confrontation under one collision.

The action of the middle-aged man was clearly intended to kill Zhou Ming with a long knife, but although the middle-aged man's cultivation was not weak, on the contrary, it was extremely strong, reaching the realm of the tenth innate level, Zhou Ming was not weak either.

It is almost impossible for a tenth-level innate to kill another tenth-level innate in a short period of time, and it is impossible to sneak attack.

After the blow was fruitless, the middle-aged man didn't continue to entangle, but relied on Zhou Ming's long sword's counterattack force, turned around and rushed towards Zhao Ji.

At the beginning, when the middle-aged man was violent, Zhao Ji was vigilant, but seeing the middle-aged man killing Zhou Ming, Zhao Ji was relieved.

Although the power erupted by the middle-aged man is strong, it has only reached the tenth level of innate level, which is comparable to Zhou Ming. It is basically impossible to kill him.

Besides, Zhao Ji also has more confidence in Zhou Ming, believing that he can resist Zhou Ming, who would have thought that after the blow was fruitless, the middle-aged man would rush towards him again.

The knife in his hand was still guarding against Zhou Ming, and the other hand of the middle-aged man grabbed Zhao Ji, a strong sense of crisis arose in his heart.

One hand presents the starting posture of Taijiquan, and the other hand points outward, a yang finger force shoots outward, and an invisible force strikes and kills.

The fingers bent down at once, and with a flick of the fingers, a strong wind was generated, which immediately defeated the Yang finger force, and the palm continued to grab forward.

At this time, the middle-aged man's hand had already formed a fist, and when he smashed it, Zhao Ji resisted with the power of Tai Chi, pulling a thousand catties four or two, but the opponent's strength exceeded a thousand catties, he couldn't move at all, and was defeated by another blow .

(End of this chapter)