Chapter 1682

Quan Ding Ding's head is bald and his cassock is rustling. He looks like an eminent monk. The golden awn in his eyes is gone. If you look carefully, you will find that the cassock behind Quan Ding Ding has already been wet with sweat, burning blood. This is not an easy thing.

Quan Dingding stood at the top of the stick, looking very handsome with the wind.

"Is that the end?" Zhao Ji looked at the blue sky.

"It can't be that simple." LAN Yunxiao shook his head slightly, "if this Sun God doesn't have another move. I'm afraid it's going to be dangerous. How was your rest? "

"Barely." 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 to hold the soldiers. Perhaps, there is still a chance of a war. "

Zhao Ji looked at the direction of Jiulong being smashed into the ground and took a deep breath, "maybe it can only be like this."

"Ah, with such strength, you can't do it before I warm up!" All Ding Ding's mouth is still clamoring.

All of a sudden, all of a sudden, the huge stick at the foot of the Ding Ding still vibrated. Quan Ding's face changed when he stood at the top of the stick. He stepped on the stick and pressed hard, but he couldn't stop the shaking from the stick.

The shaking of the stick is more and more severe. At the same time, the place where the stick contacts with the ground is beginning to crack, and even the whole land is shaking.

"Come on Zhao Ji's face changed. "It's too late!"

Just as Zhao Ji's voice fell, the huge stick began to tilt.

With a leap of his body and a wave of his arm, the stick turned into a natural size and fell into his hands.

In the pit of the ground, Duan Jiulong's figure reappeared. His upper robe was completely broken, revealing his strong muscles.

As you can see, there are many scars on duanjiulong's body.

As the Deputy Lord of Yingling hall, Duan Jiulong has absolute fighting experience. The fighting he experienced in his life is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

On duanjiulong, there was a faint light.

"I don't know how many years it has been. No one can hurt me. You're out of my expectation, but that's it. " Breaking Jiulong's hand and foot, holding up the heavy hammer, he looked at all Ding Ding, his eyes filled with indifference.

Quan Ding Ding can feel the terrible smell from his broken body, but he still won't admit defeat.

"Shang, Lao Zamao, you're a big talker, waiting for your fat master..."

"You can shut up." Broken Kowloon moved, in this restricted ancient battlefield. The broken body of Jiulong turned into a mirage. In a flash, it appeared in front of Quan Dingding.

"So fast!"

Even LAN Yunxiao and Zhao Ji made such a cry.

Quan Ding's fat face turned pale in an instant. Before he could react, the hammer in Jiulong's hand had already hit Quan Ding's chest.

All Ding Ding, the whole person flies backward like a shell, and then falls on the ground, leaving a deep pit on the ground.

Before Quan Ding could react, Duan Jiulong appeared in front of him again, the hammer in his hand. It's going straight to toting's head.

All Ding Ding subconsciously raised his stick to resist the blow of breaking Kowloon.

Under one blow, Quan Ding Ding's stick flew away, and Duan Jiulong had swung the sledgehammer again and hit Quan Ding Ding's head again.

If you hit your head with this tool, your head will explode like a watermelon.

"It's too late!" With a roar, Zhao rushed out. Pick up the blood axe on the ground.

When Zhao Ji took the blood axe, the place where his palm contacted with the blood axe was full of smoke. This is not the ancestral weapon of the ninth Bureau. Now Zhao Ji wants to force his troops, and the price he pays is that he will be seriously attacked every second.

At the critical moment, Zhao Ji suddenly arrived and resisted duanjiulong's attack with a bloody axe.

The two great ancestors collided, and Zhao Ji was also shot out, but in the process. Zhao Ji happened to pull all ding ding a, let all Ding Ding Ding out of the attack range.

"Just two ants." Duan Jiulong looked at the two people not far away. "If you want to struggle, how long can you struggle? I'm here today. It's going to take the two of you to die. "

Duan Jiulong took a heavy hammer and walked to them. The hammer was rubbing against the ground. For the two of us now, it's like death's *.

"Why don't you kill the sun?" Zhao Ji looks at the fat man sitting on one side.

"There's a fart." All ding ding a face aggrieved, "this old miscellaneous hair does not play according to the routine, I have played, he just came out, otherwise kill him, elder brother, or you kill move, younger brother today first admit counsels."

"I'll kill your sister!" Zhao Ji spread out his hand. He just held the blood axe for a few seconds. Zhao Ji's palm had been completely burned.

"Harm, what should we do?" There is a way to sting me closer and closer

"What can I do?"Take a deep breath. With a straight face, "have you ever heard of a set of palm techniques that fall from the sky?"

"You..."

"Dang!"

Just a few meters before Duan Jiulong came to them, a black sickle came down from the sky, and then fell steadily in front of Duan Jiulong.

On the black sickle, there is a black air of death, blocking the road of Jiulong.

"Is there another mole ant?" Broken Jiulong face showed unremitting. He swung his sledgehammer and smashed it at the black sickle.

"Shua, Shua, Shua!"

Countless broken empty voice, just at this moment.

A spear, coming from the air, is also stuck on the ground.

A sword, with a sharp edge, is on the ground.

A big knife, full of the spirit of killing, is inserted on the ground.

A big axe, full of thick feeling, inserted in the ground.

One weapon after another falls on duanjiulong's side, forming a circle in which duanjiulong is completely surrounded.

Duan Jiulong's face had never changed. At this moment, it finally changed, because he found that all the weapons inserted in all directions of his body were ancestral weapons!

"Zuqi!" Zhao Ji's body was shocked. Looking into the air, the familiar figure was printed into Zhao Ji's eyes.

"Here we are at last." LAN Yunxiao looked at Zhang Xuan in the sky, "it seems that the harvest is good."

Duanjiulong also looked up, his eyes narrowed, "it's you! I don't want to find you. You dare to find it yourself. It's very brave. "

Zhang xuangen didn't take his eyes to see the broken Kowloon on the ground. In Zhang Xuan's hand, there is a bamboo slip. He spread it out and read it softly. Although it's not very loud, it clearly rings above the ancient battlefield.

"The army of the ninth bureau is a powerful dragon mace. The purpose of this army is to safeguard the justice of the country and wipe out all the evils in the world. Zhao Ji of the ninth bureau comes to lead the army!"

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