Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 307

"You are delusional!"

Faced with Zhou Ming, Liu He and Fang Shiliang's pressing force, the middle-aged Xiantian only answered four words.

Thus, the war broke out.

The three of Zhou Ming charged towards the middle-aged Xiantian from three directions, and the weapons in their respective hands shone brightly as they slashed down one after another.

The identities of the three people are different. At that time, they didn't have much friendship, just acquaintances. I'm afraid they would never have thought that one day, the three of them would fight side by side to deal with a congenital warrior.

Zhao Ji made this impossible possible, I don't know what kind of thought he knew, whether he would not want to have such a situation.

It was the first time for the three of them to cooperate to make a move. They moved quickly, but they were as fast as thunder. Moreover, there was a good coordination between the three of them.

It is extremely rare to have such cooperation for the first time, the power of three people, the power of only one, gathered together at once.

"Boom!"

Although there was no force of wind and thunder, nor the sharpness of thunder, but the sharp sound of "whoosh" blew in his ears, and still made the middle-aged warrior feel chills on his back.

As if the cold light was on his back, the middle-aged martial artist was shocked, and confronted Zhou Ming, Liu He and Fang Shiliang with his bare hands.

Zhou Ming and the middle-aged martial artist have similar cultivation bases, both of which are on the tenth level of the innate. In fact, the two of them are similar in terms of skills. The overall combat power should be equivalent.

However, with Liu He and Fang Shiliang who cooperated tacitly, the addition of these two new forces made the situation of middle-aged innate even more difficult, almost irresistible.

"Pfft."

There was a sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the flesh, and a deep scar was drawn down the middle-aged Xiantian's body, with gurgling blood flowing down, dripping with blood.

There was the first wound, followed by the second, third, and one after another wounds, flowing down continuously, like a small river.

At this moment, the middle-aged man should have felt Zhao Ji's feelings innately, the weakness from excessive blood loss must have made him almost want to give up.

The middle-aged warrior suffered more and more serious injuries, more and more blood flowed from his body, and he became weaker and weaker. Under such circumstances, the only outcome waiting for him was to be killed or captured.

"Ah, go to hell."

I should also be aware of this possible outcome. The middle-aged man didn't want to die aggrieved. With a loud roar, he clenched his fists, and a powerful force erupted from his fists.

Above the two fists, the tyrannical innate zhenqi gathered. The tyrannical innate qi on the tenth floor was really astonishing.

He punched Liu or ferociously. The power above the fist was astonishing. In the dark night, a powerful burst of power seemed to ignite a ray of light. Although it was not dazzling, there was also a hazy light.

Under the middle-aged Xiantian's full attack, Liu Or's face changed drastically. Although he had a weapon in his hand, he was not sure about receiving the middle-aged Xiantian's blow.

Under the faint moonlight, it could be reflected that Liu Or's face had changed wildly. Fang Shiliang saw him at the side, and tried his best to save him, but it was too late.

Seeing that his fist was about to hit Liu He, the middle-aged Xiantian's face was already full of excitement. Before he died, it was all the thoughts of the middle-aged Xiantian that he could pull a back.

"puff!"

"what!"

A scream came from the mouth of the middle-aged Xiantian, and the movement of rushing forward stopped there all at once, as if frozen, the middle-aged Xiantian lowered his head slightly, looking at the part of his chest that was exposed The tip of the sword, the eyes are about to drip blood.

Although this sword didn't penetrate the middle-aged man's innate heart, the damage it caused him was still not small, and he felt the strength of his whole body, as if it had just left.

At such a critical moment, only Zhou Ming could react. His sword was also very particular, he didn't go straight into the heart of the middle-aged innate, just to capture him alive.

"Finally dying?"

The middle-aged Xiantian muttered to himself in a low voice, so small that Zhou Ming, Liu He, and Fang Shiliang couldn't hear him.

Even though this sword didn't hit the heart directly, and would not cause the middle-aged Xiantian to die immediately, but the middle-aged Xiantian had already developed a will to die, and he absolutely did not want to fall into the hands of the enemy.

When the middle-aged Xiantian wanted to touch the sword to commit suicide, and Zhou Ming wanted to capture the middle-aged Xiantian, a powerful force came down and swept away Zhou Ming, Liu He, and Fang Shiliang with the force of sweeping away everything.

An old man, holding a person in his hand, slowly lowered his figure, and his own powerful aura was enough to knock other innate warriors into the air.

"what."

"Um, ah."

"what."

When Zhou Ming, Liu He and Fang Shiliang were knocked out, they fell to the ground and let out screams.

"Who is this, how is this possible, is it a master of Yun Dao Realm."

At the moment when his figure was easily knocked into the air, Zhou Ming was startled and exhaled in shock, his words were full of disbelief.

As an innate tenth-level master, without the strength of the Dao Accumulation Realm, it is absolutely impossible to knock him into the air so easily.

I was horrified in my heart, but I didn't have much fear. Although the warriors in the Yundao state were tyrannical, there were not no such strong men in Wu country.

His internal organs were shaken, Zhou Ming stood up, looked at the place where the middle-aged Xiantian was, and saw an old man standing behind the middle-aged Xiantian, with a strong aura surrounding his body, forming a gust of wind, Distorting the pitch-black night sky.

Liu Or and Fang Shiliang were equally astonished. Although the two of them were not the innate peak powerhouses, they were only innate fighters at the fifth and ninth levels of innateness, but they were able to be hit by others in this way, and the cultivation base of the person who made the shot was even more impressive. is shocking.

Zhou Ming, Liu He, and Fang Shiliang turned their eyes to the old man in the middle, and they were all shocked when they saw the tyrannical power floating around the old man.

"Senior, who are you, and why do you want to meddle in the internal affairs of my country of Wu?"

As a tenth-level congenital master, as the prince of Wu, Zhou Ming was full of courage, and he was not timid because of the opponent's tyranny, so he asked loudly.

With a casual wave of his hand, a strong force sent out, knocking Zhou Ming into the air again, and the old man's voice sounded faintly.

"Boy, don't scare me with Wu Guo. It's useless. Maybe, in the eyes of others, Wu Guo is a giant, but I don't pay attention to it at all."

The old man's tone was very loud, daring to compete with a country with the strength of one person, no matter how you look at it, it seems a bit nonsense, but what he said was very natural and convincing.

(End of this chapter)