Quan Dingding has a bald head, and his robes are hunting and hunting. It looks like an accomplished monk. The golden light in his eyes has disappeared. If you look closely, you will find that the robes behind Quan Dingding have been wet and burned with sweat. Blood is not an easy task.
Quan Dingding stood on top of the club, and the wind was blowing, making him look extraordinarily handsome.
“Is that the end?” Zhao Ji glanced at Lan Yunxiao.
“It won’t be that simple.” Lan Yunxiao shook his head slightly, “If this sun god has no future tricks, I am afraid it will be dangerous. How are you resting?”
“Reluctantly.” Zhao Ji grinned, “What do you want to do.”
“I’ll help you.” Lan Yunxiao put a hand on Zhao Ji’s shoulder, “You go and hold your soldiers, maybe there is a chance of a battle.”
Zhao Ji glanced at the direction where Duan Jiulong had been smashed into the ground, and took a deep breath. “Maybe it can only be this way.”
“Hey, with such a strength, the poor monk is still not warming up, so you can’t do it anymore!” Quan Dingding was still yelling.
Suddenly, the huge club under Quan Dingding’s feet still trembled. Quan Dingding’s expression on the top of the club changed. He stepped on the club and pressed his body hard, but he couldn’t stop what was coming from the club. Jitter.
The trembling of the stick became more and more severe. At the same time, the place where the stick touched the ground was also beginning to crack, and even the entire land was trembling.
“Quick!” Zhao Ji’s expression also changed, “It’s too late!”
As soon as Zhao Chi’s voice fell, the huge club began to tilt.
Quan Dingding leaped and waved his arm, and the club turned into a natural size and fell into his hand.
In the deep hole on the ground, the figure of Duan Jiulong reappeared, his upper body robe has been completely broken, revealing his strong muscles.
It can be seen that Duan Jiulong’s body is covered with large and small scars.
As the deputy head of the Hall of Valor, Duan Jiulong possesses absolute combat experience. The battles he has experienced in his life are simply not imaginable by ordinary people.
Duan Jiulong also carried a faint light on his body.
“I don’t know how many years, and there are no juniors who can hurt me. You did exceed my expectations, but that’s the end.” Broken Jiulong held the heavy hammer with his hands and feet, and he watched Quan Dingding, his eyes were full of indifference.
Quan Dingding could feel the terrifying breath from Broken Nine Dragon Body, but he still wouldn’t admit defeat.
“Hey, old miscellaneous hair, your tone is not small, waiting for your fat man…”
“You can shut up.” Duan Jiulong moved. On this restricted ancient battlefield, Duan Jiulong’s body turned into a phantom. In a flash, it appeared in front of Quan Dingding.
“So fast!”
Even Lan Yunxiao and Zhao Ji exclaimed like this.
Quan Dingding’s fat face also turned pale in an instant, and he didn’t react. The heavy hammer in the hands of Broken Jiulong had already hit Quan Dingding’s chest.
Quan Dingding’s whole person flew out like a cannonball, and then fell to the ground, causing a deep hole to appear on the ground.
Still waiting for Quan Dingding to react again, Duan Jiulong appeared in front of him again, with the heavy hammer in his hand directly hitting Quan Dingding’s head.
Quan Dingding subconsciously raised the stick in his hand to resist the blow of Jiulong.
With a single blow, Quan Dingding threw the stick in his hand, and Broken Nine Dragons had already swung the sledgehammer once again and hit Quan Dingding’s head again.
If this ancestor weapon hits the top of the head, Quanding’s head will definitely burst like a watermelon.
“It’s too late!” Zhao Jiji roared, and suddenly rushed out, picking up the blood axe on the ground.
As soon as Zhao Ji took the blood axe, the place where his palm touched the blood axe, a blue smoke appeared. This is not an ancestor weapon belonging to the 9th round. Now Zhao Ji wants to force his soldiers, and the price paid is every For a second, it will be severely backlashed.
At a critical moment, Zhao Ji suddenly arrived and with a blood axe to withstand Duan Jiulong’s attack.
When the two great ancestors collided, Zhao Ji was also blown out, but in the process, Zhao Ji happened to pull Quan Dingding and let Quan Dingding out of the attack range of Duan Jiulong.
“It’s only two ants.” Duan Jiulong looked at the two people not far away, “If you want to struggle, how long can you struggle? I want you to die today.”
Duan Jiulong carried the heavy hammer and walked towards the two of them. The heavy hammer rubbed against the ground and made a harsh sound. To the two of them now, it was like the death of a god of death.
“The sun god, do you have any killer moves?” Zhao Ji looked at the fat man who had fallen to the side.
“There’s a fart.” Quan Dingding said aggrieved, “This old miscellaneous hair doesn’t play cards according to the routine. I have finished playing, and he will come out. Otherwise, he will be killed. Brother, let’s make a killer move, brother today. Just admit it first.”
“I’ll kill your sister!” Zhao Ji spread out his palm, and he had just held the blood axe for a few seconds, and the palm of Zhao Ji’s palm was completely burned.
“Hurt, what should I do?” Quan Dingding stared at Dian Jiulong, who was getting closer, “I have a way.”
“What way?”
Quan Dingding took a deep breath and looked serious, “Have you ever heard of a palm technique that fell from the sky?”
“you……”
“clang!”
When Duan Jiulong came to the two of them just a few meters away, a black sickle fell from the sky, and then steadily landed in front of Duan Jiulong.
On the black sickle, a black life was exuding, blocking the road to Broken Nine Dragons.
“Any ants have appeared again?” Duan Jiulong showed tirelessness on his face. He waved the sledgehammer in his hand and slammed it against the black sickle.
“Whhhhhhhhh!”
Countless breaking sounds sounded at this moment.
A spear, coming from the air, is also stuck in the ground.
A sword, exuding a sharp edge, stuck in the ground.
A big knife, full of murderous air, plunged into the ground.
A big axe, full of weight, stuck in the ground.
Handfuls of weapons all landed beside Duan Nine Dragons, forming a circle, completely enclosing Duan Jiulong in this circle.
Duan Jiulong’s face that has never changed, at this moment, finally changed, because he discovered that these weapons inserted in all directions of the body are all ancestors!
“Ancestor!” Zhao Ji’s body was shaken, and he looked into the air, the familiar figure imprinted in Zhao Ji’s eyes.
“It’s finally here.” Lan Yunxiao looked at Zhang Xuan in the sky, “It looks like a good harvest.”
Duan Jiulong also looked up, his eyes squinted, “It’s you! I don’t find you, you dare to find it by yourself, you have good courage.”
Zhang Xuan didn’t even look at the Broken Nine Dragons above the ground. In Zhang Xuan’s hands, there was a book of bamboo slips. He spread out the bamboo slips and said softly in his mouth. Although the sound was not loud, it sounded clearly in the ancient times. Above the battlefield.
“The soldier of the Ninth Game, Kang Long’s mace, this soldier intends to maintain the justice of the country and cut all the evil spirits in the world. Zhao Ji in the Nine Game, come and lead the soldiers!”
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