Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 322
"Sister, sister."

At this time, a little boy suddenly ran out from under a long table, dressed up cutely, but with a look of fear on his face, ran to the woman's side, hugged her leg, and cried loudly.

The boy is only five or six years old, but he should also understand some things. Knowing that his sister is being bullied, his little heart is full of fear, fear and thoughts of protecting his sister.

Seeing that his nasty thoughts were about to succeed, a child ran out suddenly. The complexion of the middle-aged man turned dark at that moment, and his gaze became sharp all of a sudden, and he glared fiercely at a soldier next to him.

The soldier, having received the signal from a mature man, really knew the elegance of the string song, raised the long knife in his hand, and slashed at the little boy fiercely.

"Baby!"

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man and the noble lady almost went crazy, their eyes were tearing apart, and they rushed towards the direction of the little boy.

This time, the two really went all out, regardless of the obstruction of the soldiers in front of them, they rushed over with all their lives, regardless of their own lives.

The two soldiers were furious, and drew out their long knives one after another. Wisps of cold light lit up in the room, and the two knives swung across a slanting trajectory, cutting down.

"Stop it."

With a loud shout, Zhao Ji moved, and in a flash of his body, he rushed inward, a sword light shone brightly in the house, extremely dazzling.

Zhao Ji's cultivation has already reached the peak of the fifth level of the Xiantian, and the realm is even higher, reaching the eighth level of the Xiantian. Using the Dugu Nine Swords, it is really sword energy.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

A series of sharp whistling sounds resounded in the house, and sword aura criss-crossed, as if the whole house was filled with sword aura.

Sword qi, like a swimming dragon, swam in the void, slashing at the soldiers who raised their long knives and slashed at the little boy, the middle-aged man, and the lady.

The sword qi was fierce and extremely sharp. The three soldiers could not stop the sharpness of the sword qi at all. There was almost no stopping power. The three soldiers became riddled with holes.

These ordinary soldiers were only in the postnatal realm. Although they were super first-class warriors, they couldn't block a single move under the hands of Zhao Ji, a congenital warrior.

A scream rang out from the mouths of the three soldiers. The three of them were torn apart by the sword energy, and their bodies immediately became riddled with holes, with streams of blood gushing out and flowing down.

"Thief, dare you!"

A loud shout resounded in the mouth of the man, he let go of the woman at once, the long knife in his hand drew a mysterious trajectory, and slashed fiercely towards Zhao Ji.

The catastrophic changes that took place in the house made the eyes of the middle-aged man tearing apart, and his innate three-level cultivation base all burst out, and the long knife in his hand slashed straight down.

The moves of the middle-aged men are not so fancy, but they are very sharp, simple and sharp. It is a very common martial skill in the army.

Martial arts in the army have always been advocating simplicity, one move can be used, and two moves should never be used. This kind of simplicity does not mean wide opening and closing, extremely fierce, sometimes, it can also be feminine.

The moves of the middle-aged man were simple and brutal, when Zhao Ji slashed, Zhao Ji felt a bloody aura of the battlefield rushing towards him.

"Hmph, broken knife style."

With a cold snort, Zhao Ji made a move, and the simple long sword in his hand twirled upwards, the sword style was fierce and extremely sharp.

The whole person seemed to have turned into a gust of wind, wrapped in a bright sword light, and slammed into the middle-aged man head-on, with the sound of gold and iron clashing, accompanied by a scream.

When the middle-aged man attacked Zhao Ji, the young man with the mole on the tip of his nose, seeing that the situation was not good, rushed towards the woman, raising the knife in his hand, clearly intending to do another murder.

For this young man, Zhao Ji had a very bad impression, how could he let him kill another person, like a gust of wind swept through a mature man, and then stabbed him with a sword.

Dugu Nine Swords' Breaking Sword Stance is really very powerful. With one strike, he broke the saber posture of the middle-aged man, and cut off his right arm holding the saber.

Then, Zhao Ji's sword continued to move forward, and the young man with a mole on the tip of his nose felt a flash of sword light in front of his eyes. He seemed to have ascended to immortality, feeling lighter and higher.

After killing this person with one attack, Zhao Ji turned around and swung out his sword again. Several other soldiers in the room fell to the ground under the sword energy.

Zhao Ji's temperament has always been like this, if he doesn't make a move, once he makes a move, he will not survive the villain, he will use all his strength to fight against them.

In front of the bright sword light, the women, middle-aged men and noble ladies who had closed their eyes and waited to die suddenly encountered the divine soldiers descending from the sky, and the vicious man died in front of him. He was ecstatic and also had a trace of fear.

"Sister, sister, blood, blood, Bao'er is afraid."

The little boy hugging the woman's thigh burst into tears with a "wow".

Before the blood came into her eyes, the woman who was already frightened to the point of going into shock was awakened by the little boy's cries, but she suddenly calmed down, bent down, and hugged the boy, with a gleam of firmness in her eyes. color.

"Don't be afraid, Bao'er is not afraid, there is a sister here."

Patting Bao'er on the back, the woman comforted her softly.

Coaxing Bao'er down, the woman's bright eyes like autumn water cast on Zhao Ji's body, walked lightly in front of him, knelt down and thanked him: "Young master saved the lives of the slave's family, a great kindness and great virtue, I will never forget it."

"Girl please come up, if you see an uneven road, do it smoothly, don't take it to heart."

Zhao Ji stepped aside, raised his hands, and said in a deep voice.

Zhao Ji may not be a good person in the traditional sense, but a little bit of conscience in his heart is not destroyed, and he can't bear it when he sees such depraved behavior.

In addition, being coerced by Zhang Jiao to come to the mainland, although the relationship between the two parties seemed to be good and did not tear each other apart, Zhao Ji was always suffocating in his heart and felt very aggrieved.

Aggrieved, but helpless, Zhang Jiao is powerful, he has already seen that the kind of power that can manipulate flames is not something that ordinary warriors can possess.

It's really depressing to be angry but can't vent it, just happened to meet these scum of the Taiping Dao, if Zhao Ji doesn't take action, he will die of depression.

The woman got up, Zhao Ji took a closer look, and then he could see the woman's appearance clearly. The above-average appearance may not be called a beauty, but she is definitely a big beauty, with a temperament like a small family jade, gentle and pleasant.

Raising her head, she didn't dare to look at Zhao Ji, there was still a trace of panic and shyness on her face, suddenly, the woman's expression changed wildly, she pointed behind Zhao Ji, and said angrily, "Young master, be careful."

(End of this chapter)