Chapter 1683

When Zhang Xuan's voice fell, on the ground, a long black mace flew out of thin air and went straight to Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji jumped up and joined the mace with both hands. Then he handed the Dragon mace to his right hand and danced a flower.

Zhao Ji stares at the soldiers in his hand, and his eyes show a touch of excitement. This is the Dragon mace, which is the ancestral soldier of the ninth Bureau. It has the function of breaking down the evil in the world.

When Zhao Ji held the army, he was on the top of the strong dragon mace. The golden light twines around Zhao Ji's body for a week, and then melts into Zhao Ji's body, which is the representative. Zhao Ji has the capital to hold the army!

"Return to the ancestral alliance, LAN Yunxiao, come to lead the troops!"

Zhang Xuan's voice sounded again.

On the ground, a long sword with sky blue blade soared into the sky and went straight to the blue sky.

LAN Yunxiao reached out and held the handle of the knife.

"Autumn water blade." LAN Yunxiao looked at the soldiers in his hand and let out a sigh. "You're back."

"Dongfang Xingyun, come to lead the army!"

"I wish my family's descendants come to lead the army!"

"* village leader, come to lead the army!"

"Koryo Kim family, come to lead the army!"

"Free country, Kate family, come to lead the army!"

Zhang Xuan's voice rang out frequently. One weapon after another came out of the ground and fell into someone's hands.

In this battlefield, the glory overflowed, and the ancestral soldiers flashed out frequently.

"He inherited his master's ancestors." LAN Yunxiao looked at Zhang Xuan in the sky, "the weapon spectrum can be in charge of the ancestral soldiers in the world. From the moment he inherits the weapon spectrum, his position in the world has no one to surpass, and he is bound to become a leader."

Duan Jiulong, who is holding a heavy hammer, looks at all this. His eyes are full of dignified look. Once a man has his ancestral soldiers, his strength will change dramatically. It is not only the great power of the ancestral soldiers, but also the great power of the ancestral soldiers when he holds them.

And those who hold the weapon spectrum. Although the ancestral soldiers have not been able to use all the weapons directly, they have not got enough energy.

All the soldiers who were standing beside duanjiulong had returned to their respective masters. There was only a black scythe, still standing there quietly, with a crescent like blade. This was the grim smile of death.

On the orc side, the orc general saw such a scene and cried out that it was not good. He had already seen the power of the ancestral soldiers, just three of them. I don't know how many Orc soldiers have been slaughtered, but now, there are at least 20 ancestors on the human side! What a terrible number.

Such a scene makes the orc general very clear that the orc's defeat is coming!

Zhang Xuanfu was in the middle of the sky, scanning below and making a sound again.

"The soldiers obey the orders!"

"Yes

All the people holding ancestral soldiers responded one after another.

Zhang Xuan stretched out a finger, pointed to the direction of the orc army, and yelled: "hold the soldiers in your hands, kill all the Raiders!"

On the battlefield. More than 20 zubing, shining.

Zhao Ji held the Dragon mace in his hand and looked at the Taoist Gong Yun hiding in the orc army. "I can't help it for a long time. I'm going to do it!"

"Kill

With the sound of a cry, more than 20 ancestral soldiers, emitting light, all Ding Ding also joined the fight.

The Terran army. Under the leadership of more than 20 zubing, they run towards the orcs fiercely!

Yes, crush!

The orcs will not be able to turn over the power of the past 20 years!

Duan Jiulong, holding a heavy hammer, stood in the same place. He did not join the war. He knew very well that no matter how strong he was, he would face more than 20 ancestors on this ancient battlefield. I don't have a way. Besides, I still have more important things to do.

After Zhang Xuan gave the order, he looked at the broken dragon below.

Duan Jiulong also looks at Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan began to smile. He stretched out his hand, and the black sickle on the ground trembled slightly, then suddenly rose into the air and fell into Zhang Xuan's hands.

It was at the moment when Zhang Xuan held the sickle of life. The black lines swept his wrists and spread up and down his body. Until Zhang Xuan's neck, the black lines didn't move. The lines were like black flames.

Zhang Xuan's pupil turned into a strange black. Holding a sickle, he pointed to the ground and looked at the broken Kowloon. He said: "the Deputy master of Yingling hall? It just feels like that. "

"Do you think that getting zubing is the capital to clamor with me?" Duan Jiulong clenched the heavy hammer in his hand, then jumped up abruptly and went straight to Zhang Xuan. His speed was very fast, like an illusion in other people's eyes.

But in Zhang Xuan's eyes.

"Too slow."

When duanjiulong appeared in front of Zhang Xuan. Zhang Xuan said these three words lightly.

"What Duan Jiulong's pupil suddenly shrinks. He doesn't know when the edge of the sickle has reached his waist. The curved blade can cut Duan Jiulong's waist by gently pulling.At the critical moment, duanjiulong uses the heavy hammer in his hand. His body sank quickly and got out of the attack range of the sickle. But in this way, he broke his head and was still cut off a strand of broken hair.

"The reaction was good." Zhang Xuan spoke of praise, but immediately, he was disappointed, "but some of them are too weak."

When Zhang Xuan's voice fell, he had already appeared in front of duanjiulong.

"Chop!"

Zhang Xuan's move, only one word, black crescent gas awn at the foot of duanjiu formation.

Duan Jiulong's face changed greatly. Although he was just a little angry, he was able to do all this in the ancient battlefield. This shows that Zhang Xuan is strong enough to ignore the rules of the ancient battlefield!

Duan Jiulong danced the heavy hammer in a circle, forming a circle of earthy yellow defense light around his body. But when he was touched by the black crescent gas awn, the light shield split in an instant. Duan Jiulong himself was also blown out and hit on the ground.

When Duan Jiulong wanted to get up, he was trampled on his chest by Zhang Xuan. The curved edge of the sickle was on Duan Jiulong's neck.

"Do you want to kill me?" Zhang Xuan's face was full of fun.

"Zhang Xuan, you just occupy the location of the ancient battlefield. Why are you so arrogant?" On the face of Duan Jiulong, he was full of reluctance.

Zhang Xuan snorted coldly. He trampled on Jiulong's chest, and Jiulong's blood gushed out.

"The king is defeated by the enemy." Zhang Xuan sneered, "you have practiced for many years, but now you are defeated by me. Any words are excuses."

"Oh, even so, Zhang Xuan, do you dare to kill me?" Duan Jiulong showed a fierce look in his eyes. "If you kill me, your beautiful wife can't live!"

"What are you talking about?"

On Zhang Xuan's body, black lines spread half a face in an instant.

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