Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 329 Edge
The mighty aura of a congenital sixth-level master, like a surging wind, oppressed Zhao Ji in front, and even, this aura had formed a substance, forming bursts of awe and prestige, rolling up Zhao Ji's clothes.

However, under the oppression of this tyrannical momentum, Zhao Ji is as stable as Mount Tai, unwavering, even if he is swept by the violent wind, I will stand still.

When Pan Qianhu saw Zhao Ji's calm appearance, he couldn't help frowning, and his heart was a little beating, and he couldn't figure out Zhao Ji's background and strength.

Although he felt uneasy, Pan Qianhu had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush forward. Under the attention of thousands of eyes, he could not flinch.

Taking another step forward, an even more majestic force came crashing down, pressing towards Zhao Ji, Pan Qianhu glared and said, "Mr. Zhao, you should think about what you want to do. Wang Jiu's suggestion is to fight us to the death."

"war!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

……

Behind Pan Qianhu, more than a dozen military officers raised their arms and shouted together. The tyrannical power surged out one after another, pressing down on Zhao Ji.

Although more than a dozen powerful forces cannot be merged into one, they must fight on their own, but the pressure given to Zhao Ji by so many powerful forces is still enormous.

Although the pressure was great, Zhao Ji's body swayed slightly, but all the oppressive power was released, and his figure also took a step forward.

"Boom!"

From Zhao Ji's body, a more powerful power burst out and rushed towards Pan Qianhu. When it hit the power in front of him, there was a violent roar immediately.

The sound of roaring is like thunder exploding, two powerful auras collide with each other, and a violent wind is generated.

Under the strong force, Zhao Ji's figure remained motionless, as stable as Mount Tai, while Pan Qianhu's figure couldn't stand still, staggered backwards, and retreated several steps in a row.

In the eyes, a gleam of light suddenly shone, like a dark night, suddenly a flash of lightning flashed, dazzling and dazzling.

His majestic gaze swept over everyone present, Zhao Ji frowned, and said coldly: "You guys are tricky, you want me to slander you, and make it difficult to control you, but do you think I will be fooled? "

"Since I have served as a military discipline officer, I must strictly control the military discipline of Taipingdao soldiers. Anyone who dares to challenge military discipline is the enemy of my Zhao Ji, and I will fight to the end."

After a few words, what Zhao Ji said was categorical and there was no room for negotiation, which made the faces of the people present change wildly, especially Wang Jiu and Pan Qianhu's expressions were even more ugly.

"Okay, since that's the case, let's fight and pay for the lives of those comrades who died."

Pan Qianhu gritted his teeth and drew out the long spear on his back.

It was a long spear with three sections. When Pan Qianhu held it in his hand, he connected one section after another to form a half-foot-long spear.

The spear in his hand shook, and Pan Qianhu took another step forward, his body was like a thunderbolt, and when the spear hit, the point of the spear pointed towards Zhao Ji.

When the gun was fired, Pan Qianhu yelled, "Take the gun."

The wind of the gun roared and came through the air, and the strength brought by it made Zhao Ji's expression slightly dignified. Without daring to be negligent, he moved his body and shot.

"Breakout!"

Dugu Nine Swords' shattering spear moves, Zhao Ji's strike is like light and lightning, the sword in his hand is like thunder, intersecting with Pan Qianhu.

The two confronted each other with lightning speed, and there was a flash of light and shadow, and the move was correct. When Zhao Ji's figure stopped falling, he pointed obliquely at the tip of the sword on the ground, and drops of blood dripped down.

"Humph."

With a muffled groan, the spear in Pan Qianhu's hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and with a groan, Pan Qianhu covered the wrist of his right hand with his left hand.

The part of the left hand holding the right hand tightly, traces of blood flowed down, and Pan Qianhu's face also showed some pain.

"Panqianhu!"

"Qianhu, what's wrong with you?"

"Pan Qianhu, are you alright?"

……

Pan Qianhu's appearance was clearly traumatized, and several officers in the rear, shocked, hurried up to him and exclaimed.

Among all the officers, the one belonging to Pan Qianhu has the highest cultivation level and the strongest strength, even he can't withstand Zhao Ji's move, how can everyone not be surprised.

"Boy, you are looking for death, I will kill you."

Just now, a person who was whispering in Pan Qianhu's ear, seeing Pan Qianhu's miserable condition, was furious and wanted to kill Zhao Ji with a knife.

"Bingzi, don't be impulsive, you are not his opponent."

Pan Qianhu quickly grabbed Feng Bing and shouted in a deep voice.

Feng Bing is one of Pan Qianhu's subordinates, and also his confidant. Pan Qianhu attaches great importance to Feng Bing, so naturally he doesn't want him to die in Zhao Ji's hands.

Feng Bing's cultivation was much worse than Pan Qianhu's. Even Pan Qianhu couldn't stop Zhao Ji's move, and Feng Bing was even more defeated by Zhao Ji. If they fought hand to hand, the possibility of death would be extremely high.

He grabbed Feng Bing and left a clear paw print on his arm, which was made of blood condensed.

"Pan Qianhu, let go, I will avenge you."

Looking directly into Pan Qianhu's eyes, Feng Bing said stubbornly.

Pan Qianhu frowned, and said angrily: "Revenge, what revenge, I'm not dead yet, what revenge do you need, you step down."

When Pan Qianhu was really angry, Feng Bing really didn't dare to continue to force him. Under Pan Qianhu's men, he had accumulated power for a long time and had already formed a habit.

After drinking back Fengbing, Pan Qianhu's eyes turned to Wang Jiu who was standing on the stage, his eyes were gloomy, and he said lightly: "Wang Jiu, I have already given you your face, and I also want to reconcile with Chief Zhao. , But, you have also seen his performance, now, should you give me an explanation."

Pan Qianhu's words pushed Wang Jiu into a corner, his brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes kept wandering between Pan Qianhu and Zhao Ji.

Just now, Wang Jiu was frightened by Zhao Ji's sword. The power of that sword may not be unleashed by a warrior of the sixth level of innate.

Wang Jiu was very clear about Pan Qianhu's meaning, but Wang Jiu also had concerns, not because he was afraid that he would not be able to defeat Zhao Ji, but because he was weighing how much he would have to pay.

If there is no crushing gap between masters, one move can often be the difference between life and death. Even if Wang Jiu is confident that his strength is better than Zhao Ji, it is not that Zhao Ji has no chance of winning.

If one move determines life and death, Wang Jiu is really not sure, the last person alive must be himself, so he hesitates in his heart.

After hesitating for a long time, Wang Jiu finally replied positively to Pan Qianhu: "Pan Qianhu, I am Zhao Ji's deputy, it is really not good to persecute him too much, the best I can do is not help each other."

(End of this chapter)