Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 306
The dark color is a kind of pressure and dullness, and it is a great challenge to a person's nerves at night when he can hardly see his fingers.

In the pitch-black forest, under a big tree, Zhao Ji was lying quietly with his back against the tree trunk. Heartbreaking pains tormented Zhao Ji's brain nerves and made his senses drowsy. , I was woken up by the pain one after another, and I couldn't really fall asleep.

One hand was severely injured, and his shoulder was also severely injured. A stream of blood gushed out, causing Zhao Ji's body to suffer from a severe lack of blood, leaving him in an extremely weak state.

In this weak state, Zhao Ji needs to rest, but he can't rest yet. Once he falls asleep, it's not certain whether he can wake up again without anyone to rescue him.

"Hehe, I'm so weak, I feel like I'm going to die, but I know that I will never die, and I have to become stronger."

With the deep words in his mouth, Zhao Ji rejoiced in his bitterness and said happily: "Fortunately, that person didn't come after him, otherwise, I would really be doomed."

Fortunately, just after he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed in front of Zhao Ji's eyes, his head was knocked suddenly, and then he completely lost consciousness.

The black shadow walked around Zhao Ji quickly, at an incredible speed. When the black shadow stood still in front of Zhao Ji, it could be seen that it was an old man.

A tall old man with vicissitudes of life, seems to be hundreds of years old, but he has black beard and black hair, and his face does not look old. Although he is not as young as a young man, he is not middle-aged either. appearance.

"Not bad, not bad, the will is strong enough, it's not bad to be able to talk and laugh freely after being injured to this extent."

Nodding to Zhao Ji, the old man said to himself with a smile, pointing his fingers forward, sending out waves of vigor, and touching Zhao Ji's body.

The two wounds that were bleeding profusely stopped immediately under the action of the old man.

Grabbing Zhao Ji, the old man stretched out his figure, like a big bird, soaring towards the air, he was actually flying in the sky.

In the heavens, warriors' abilities can reach extremely high levels, but it's hard to say what the limit is for the time being.

However, as far as flying in the sky is concerned, when a martial artist's cultivation reaches the Dao Yun realm, he can barely reach this level.

Soaring in the sky like a bird, relaxed and at ease, the old man came out of the woods, flew forward along the road for a while, and saw such a scene.

The three innate warriors rode fast horses and came at a high speed. They followed a steed in front of them, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

"Stop for me."

The body stood upright on the horse's back, Zhou Ming's eyes opened angrily, and with a shout, he stretched out his hand to wipe his waist, and a stream of light flew out quickly, like chasing the wind and the moon, and shot forward.

Tonight's action, under Zhou Ming's careful planning, has made sufficient preparations. It can be said that he is full of confidence and believes that all actions are planned, but no one expected that there will be a Unexpectedly, Zhao Ji was taken away, which made Zhou Ming furious.

Zhao Ji was a guest invited by Emperor Zhou Hong of the Wu Kingdom. If someone kidnapped him and the news spread, Wu would lose face, and Zhou Ming himself might have to bear the emperor's wrath.

Swinging his hands and hitting a hidden mark, Zhou Ming didn't give up, and shot several darts in a row, all of them shot at the middle-aged Xiantian who was galloping forward at an extremely fast speed.

The first mark hit the horse's front leg. The fast-running horse stumbled and fell forward. The middle-aged innate figure took this opportunity to fly into the air.

At this time, Zhou Ming's last few darts also arrived, as if they had been predicted in advance, just when the middle-aged innate figure jumped up, they came to kill.

The middle-aged Xiantian and Zhou Ming are both warriors at the tenth level of innateness. Generally, those who are stuck at this level cannot break through the Dao Accumulation Realm for a while, and often re-study many of the martial arts they have cultivated.

Research over and over again, refining over and over again, for the tenth-level innate, such fine research is a great improvement for one's own combat power, and it is also extremely powerful in some exquisite mastery.

Being forced to such a time, the middle-aged innate situation can be described as difficult, extremely difficult, but he can still deal with it indifferently, making incredible changes in his figure in the air, dodging all the darts one after another.

Although he dodged, the middle-aged Xiantian wasted too much time. Moreover, the horse had already fallen and was severely injured, and it was impossible to run again.

"Hoo ho ho..."

Under the slight sound of the horses hitting the ground, the three horses driven by Zhou Ming, Liu You and Fang Shiliang rushed to the middle-aged Xiantian at an extremely fast speed and surrounded him tightly.

"You can't escape, so let's capture it with nothing."

Sitting on top of the horse, the sharp sword in Zhou Ming's hand shone brightly even in the darkness.

"Hand over Zhao Ji."

"Quickly tell me, where did you hide Zhao Ji?"

Liu He and Fang Shiliang blocked in different directions, surrounded the middle-aged Xiantian tightly, there was a raging fire in the eyes of the two of them, and they shouted sharply.

Walking with Zhao Ji all the way, the two of them have cultivated some feelings with Zhao Ji. Although they are not like brothers, they can be said to be very good friends.

In front of the two of them, the middle-aged Xiantian captured Zhao Ji, Liu He and Fang Shiliang were really furious, it can be said that they hated it to the core, at this time, they finally blocked him, how could they be polite.

"Hehe, you blocked me, but it's useless at all. That person has disappeared, and he is no longer in my hands."

The innately sharp eyes of the middle-aged man slowly swept across Zhou Ming, Liu He and Fang Shiliang, and with a cold smile, he roared frantically.

The middle-aged innate appearance was a little crazy, a little hysterical, obviously a little abnormal, but his madness did not frighten Zhou Ming and the others.

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over Zhao Ji quickly."

"If you don't hand over Zhao Ji again, don't blame us for being rude."

"Stop pretending to be crazy here, it doesn't work for me at all, you'd better be honest, hand over Zhao Ji quickly, maybe I can spare your life."

Zhou Ming, Liu He, and Fang Shiliang didn't feel the slightest pressure on the innate madness of the middle-aged people, and they were even unmoved by it, and they all shouted coldly.

The three of Zhou Ming took out their weapons one after another. The light of the sword can also shine a chilling light in the dark night, which is breathtaking.

(End of this chapter)