Quan Ding Ding looked bald and the cassock on his body was rushing. He looked like a monk. The golden light in his eyes dissipated. If you look closely, you will find that the cassock on Quan Ding Ding's back had already been wet with sweat, and burning blood was not an easy thing.

Quan Dingding stood on the top of the stick, and the wind blew, making him look particularly handsome.

"Is it over like that?"

Zhao Ji glanced at Lan Yunxiao.

“It won’t be that simple.”

Lan Yunxiao shook his head slightly, "If this Sun God has no next move, it may be in danger. How are you resting?"

"Please force it."

Zhao Ji grinned, "What do you want to do?"

"I'll help you."

Lan Yunxiao put one hand on Zhao Ji's shoulder, "You go and hold the army, maybe there is still a chance to fight."

Zhao Ji glanced at the direction where Duan Jiulong was smashed into the ground and took a deep breath, "Maybe this is the only way."

"Hey, with such strength, I have not warmed up yet, so you can't do it anymore!"

All Dingding was still clamoring in her mouth.

Suddenly, the huge stick under Quan Dingding's feet still trembled. Quan Dingding, who was standing on the top of the stick, changed his face. He stepped on the stick and pressed his body down hard, but he could not stop the tremor coming from the stick at all.

The shaking of the stick became more and more powerful. At the same time, cracks began to occur where the stick came into contact with the ground, and even the entire earth was trembling.

"quick!"

Zhao Ji's face also changed, "It's too late!"

Just as Zhao Ji finished speaking, the huge stick began to tilt.

Quan Dingding jumped, waved his arm, and the stick turned into a natural size and fell into his hands.

In the deep pit on the ground, Duan Jiulong's figure reappeared. The Taoist robe on his upper body had completely broken, revealing his strong muscles.

It can be seen that Duan Jiulong's body is covered with scars of all sizes.

As the deputy hall master of the Heroic Spirit Hall, Duan Jiulong has absolute combat experience, and the battles he experienced in his life are simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Duan Jiulong also had a faint light on his body.

"I don't know how many years have passed, but no junior has been able to hurt me. You are indeed beyond my expectations, but it's over here."

Duan Jiulong held his feet in his hands and held the heavy hammer. He looked at him, and his eyes were filled with indifference.

Quan Dingding could feel the terrifying aura coming from Duan Jiulong, but he still would not admit defeat.

"Ha, Lao Zamao, you are very angry, waiting for your fat man..."                                                     �

Duan Jiulong moved. On this restricted ancient battlefield, Duan Jiulong's body turned into a phantom, and in a flash, it appeared in front of Quan Dingding.

"So fast!"

Even Lan Yunxiao and Zhao Ji made such exclamations.

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

Quan Dingding flew backwards like a cannonball, and then fell to the ground, causing a deep pit to appear on the ground.

Before Quan Dingding could react again, Duan Jiulong appeared in front of him again, and the heavy hammer in his hand directly hit Quan Dingding's head.

Quan Dingding subconsciously raised the stick in his hand to resist the attack of Jiulong.

With one blow, Quan Ding Ding's stick flew away, and Duan Jiulong swung his sled hammer again and hit Quan Ding's head again.

If this ancestral weapon hits the top of the head, the head will definitely explode like a watermelon.

"It's too late!"

Zhao Ji roared loudly, rushed out suddenly, picking up the blood axe on the ground.

Just when Zhao Ji took the blood axe, blue smoke rose from where his palms came into contact with the blood axe. This was not the ancestral weapon of the Ninth Bureau. Now, Zhao Ji wanted to force his troops to hold the army, and the price he paid was that every second, he would suffer a serious backlash.

At the critical moment, Zhao Ji suddenly arrived and used his blood axe to block Duan Jiulong's attack.

When the two major ancestral weapons collided, Zhao Ji was also knocked out, but in the process, Zhao Ji happened to pull Quan Ding Ding, allowing Quan Ding Ding to escape from Duan Jiulong's 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?

Today, I want you and the other two to be destroyed."

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 god of death*.

"Sun God, do you have any other killer moves?"

Zhao Ji looked at the fat man sitting aside.

"That's a big deal."

Quan Dingding looked aggrieved, "This old maggot doesn't play according to the routine. I've finished playing it before he comes out. Otherwise, if you kill him, brother, you'd better use a killer move. My brother will admit defeat today."

"I'll kill your sister!"

Zhao Ji spread his palms, and the blood axe he had just held for a few seconds, Zhao Ji's palms were completely burned.

"I'm sorry, what should I do?"

Quan Dingding stared at Duan Jiulong, who was getting closer and closer, "I have a way."

"What's the solution?"

Quan Dingding took a deep breath, with a serious look on his face, "Have you ever heard of a palm technique that falls from the sky?"

"You..."                                                                                                                              

Just as Duan Jiulong was a few meters away from reaching the two of them, a black sickle fell from the sky and then landed steadily in front of Duan Jiulong.

The black sickle exuded a black dead aura, blocking the road to Jiulong.

"Are there ants appearing again?"

Duan Jiulong's face showed relentlessness. He waved the hammer in his hand and hit the black sickle violently.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Countless sounds of breaking through the air sounded at this moment.

A spear came from the sky and was also stuck on the ground.

A sword exudes sharpness and is inserted into the ground.

A big knife, full of solemnity, was inserted on the ground.

A big axe, full of heavy feeling, was inserted on the ground.

Handfuls of weapons all fell beside the Duan Jiulong, forming a circle that completely surrounded the Duan Jiulong.

Duan Jiulong's face, which had never changed before, finally changed at this moment, because he discovered that all these weapons inserted in his body were ancestral weapons! “Ancestral weapons!”

Zhao Ji's body shook and looked into the air. The familiar figure entered Zhao Ji's eyes.

"It's finally here."

Lan Yunxiao looked at Zhang Xuan in the sky, "It seems that he has gained a good harvest."

Duan Jiulong also raised his head, his eyes narrowed, "It's you! If I don't look for you, you dare to find it yourself. You have good courage."

Zhang Xuan didn't even look at the Duan Jiulong on the ground. In Zhang Xuan's hand, there was a bamboo slip. He spread the bamboo slips and said softly. Although the sound was not loud, it was clearly above the ancient battlefield.

"The soldiers of the Nine Bureaus are Kanglong Mace. This soldiers are intended to safeguard the justice of the country and kill all the evil spirits in the world. Zhao Ji, the Nine Bureaus, comes to lead the troops!"
Chapter completed!