Dragon King Hall

Chapter 1667

The three ancestral artifacts, when everyone was in despair, once again radiated light. For the orcs, this light seemed like despair, but for the human camp, it was absolute hope.

"He is back!"

"Is he back!"

"He's back!"

"Finally back." Zhao Ji showed a look of relief on his face.

At this moment, the same name appeared in everyone's mind.

"Bold and monstrous, look at my Da Luo Dharma spell, Dawei Tianlong!" An energetic voice resounded in the battlefield.

"I him!" Zhao Ji took a deep breath, and saw a fat body coming from the sky, "I just brewed a good mood."

Quan Dingding, who was wearing cassocks and held a long stick, came from the sky. The long stick swept across the room, and the long stick soared in the air. It became ten meters thick in an instant, and wiped out all the orcs in front of him.

And the three ancestral artifacts that were glowing again floated behind Quan Dingding, radiating light, making it a bit dazzling when looking at Quan Dingding.

"Who is this person?" Lan Yunxiao looked at Quan Dingding.

"Sun God." Zhao Ji spit out these three words firmly, "This time, he deserves his name."

Quan Ding Ding floated in the air, this is the ability brought to him by the ancestor artifact, he looked in the direction of the orcs, and said: "Bold monster, can you really think that I Quan and others don't exist? Today, with me Quan and others So, you guys, don't even think about going one step further!"

Quan Dingding spoke sonorously and forcefully, with obvious pauses in his tone.

Zhao Ji stood on the ground, looking puzzled, "When did this fat man change his tone?"

After Quan Dingding finished speaking, he looked down vaguely. When he saw the admiring gazes of some female soldiers, he was overjoyed. On the way here, besides rushing at full speed, Quan Dingding The most practiced is this opening sentence.

To mobilize the three ancestral artifacts behind him, members of the three major ancient martial arts families cannot do this, but Quan Ding Ding can, because he already has the resources to control soldiers!

Quan Dingding waved his arm and shouted loudly: "The whole army obeys orders! Follow me and kill!"

"Kill!" The morale of the human army was mobilized again.

The huge shield belonging to the Bai family rose against the wind in the air, turned into a huge city wall, and fell downward, dividing the orc battlefield.

The map of mountains and rivers floated into the air, and the golden light sprinkled down, and the phantom of mountains and rivers emerged in the air. When the phantom of mountains and rivers was pressed down, it was as real as it was, turning a large number of orcs into muddy flesh. Under the phantom of mountains and rivers, they could not survive.

The red blood ax slashed down again, and there was a fan-shaped vacancy in the range of [-] meters in front of him, and even the flesh and blood disappeared.

The stick in Quan Dingding's hand was soaring, just like the magic needle in the mythology, with one end sticking to the ground and the other end reaching straight to the sky, Quan Dingding stood on this commanding height, like a king, looking at all directions, there is no need for him to do it What, the full firepower of the Mountain and River Map and the Blood Ax made the army of orcs melt like ice and snow in summer.

The huge reversal of the situation caused cheers from the human camp.

Quan Dingding held his head high, looking like a hero.

The huge city wall separated the battlefield, a large number of orcs died under the might of the ancestor artifact, and those fish that slipped through the net were all wiped out under the swarm of human fighters.

"Sun God, yes." Zhao Ji laughed, "Come on, take down this city wall, let us fight this orc out of the ancient battlefield!"

"This..." Quan Dingding showed embarrassment on his face, he jumped from the top, fell to the ground, came to Zhao Ji, and said in a low voice, "I can't withdraw, just now I was just pretending to be aggressive, and didn't think about the follow-up issue. Now the stamina is a bit lacking, and there is no way to activate the ancestor artifact."

Zhao Ji looked up, and saw that the light above the map of mountains and rivers and the blood ax had become much dimmer.

"This..." Zhao Ji looked at Quan Dingding speechlessly, "It's not surprising, it's quite your style."

"Hey." Quan Dingding scratched his head, "It's okay, let me rest for a whole day, and if I take action tomorrow, they will all die."

Lan Yunxiao, who was standing by the side, suddenly said, "That's the reason, but it seems like we won't be able to wait until tomorrow morning."

"Huh?" Quan Dingding looked puzzled, but immediately, his expression changed.

I saw the huge city wall formed by the shield of the ancestor of the Bai family shaking violently. Then, cracks appeared on the wall of the city wall. More and more cracks appeared, and cracks were everywhere.

With a loud noise, a huge hole was broken in the city wall, and amidst a burst of smoke and dust, a figure walked out of the hole.

"Ancestral Artifact? Could it be that you think that you are the only ones who have the Ancestral Artifact in your hands?" This person gradually revealed his face in the smoke and dust, and it was Broken Nine Dragons!
At this time, Duan Jiulong was not holding a whisk, but a huge heavy hammer. It was the heavy hammer in his hand just now. The only one who could break through the city wall and the ancestor weapon was the ancestor weapon.

Quan Dingding's figure flashed, and he stood on the top of the stick again, looking down at Duan Jiulong from top to bottom, and said: "Who is coming, tell me your name!"

"Hehe." Duan Jiulong sneered, "A mere junior dares to ask me my name now. The young people nowadays are really more arrogant than the other."

"Old miscellaneous hair, don't play tricks with your fat man!" Quan Dingding cursed directly, "Come up if you have the guts, and fight with your fat man for [-] rounds."

"Three hundred rounds?" Duan Jiulong raised his head and glanced at Quan Dingding, "If you can last thirty rounds under my hands, I will count you as a young hero!"

While Duan Jiulong was speaking, he swung the heavy hammer in his hand and hit the city wall behind him. A crack spread across the entire city wall from the place where Duan Jiulong's heavy hammer hit. A piece of the city wall, at this moment, completely collapsed.

Quan Dingding, who was standing on top of the stick, swallowed his saliva unconsciously. He could feel the power of the heavy hammer. If it was in its heyday, Quan Dingding would dare to yell loudly, but just now , He has just finished playing his prestige, and now he has no spare energy to motivate the ancestor weapon, let alone fight against an opponent of this level.

Normally, Quan Dingding would bow first, then apologize, and then slip away.

But at this moment, before Dajun, it was even more difficult to make Quan Dingding subdue than to make Zhao Ji treat guests.

Quan Dingding raised his chest, "Hey, you old bastard, dare to talk to your fat man like that, come up if you have the guts, and let your fat man tell you, who is the grandpa here!"

"Xiao*, I will tear your mouth apart." Duan Jiulong sneered, and saw him jump vigorously, also jumping to the top of the stick.

The person holding the ancestral weapon has already broken away from some rules and restrictions on this ancient battlefield.

(End of this chapter)