In the current situation, it can be said that the one who can control this battlefield is the ancestor soldiers.

The showdown between the ancestral soldiers touched everyone. On the battlefield, everything stopped, both humans and orcs were on the two people on the top of the stick.

Quan Dingding looked at Duan Jiulong standing opposite him, and felt his legs become weak. One reason was that he was a little scared, and the other reason was that he had really used too much force just now.

"Old Zamao, what's your ability to use a copper hammer?"

Quan Dingding put his hands on his hips, "I have the ability to fight with bare hands like your fat man!"

"A junior with sharp teeth."

Duan Jiulong waved his arm and smashed the hammer in his hand towards him.

"Ah, old Zamao is playing sneak attack!"

Quan Ding Ding screamed, and his body jumped down from the top of the stick. Then, the stick became smaller, as if it was normal, and was pinched in his hand by Quan Ding Ding, and waved towards the top of Duan Jiulong's head.

The collision between the hammer and the stick is a collision between the two major ancestral tools. It only makes ordinary muffled sounds, but everyone feels extremely stuffy in their chests and is particularly uncomfortable.

With one blow, Quan Dingding felt the powerful power from the opponent's hammer, which made his arms numb.

"Old Zamao, you're going to hit a hammer, you look like a blacksmith! Take your fat man with a blow!"

All Ding Ding was full of excitement, and he also had a lot of movement in his hands. He raised the stick in his hand and launched an attack on Duan Jiulong again.

Duan Jiulong's face was ashen and said terrible. How could he be Quan Dingding's opponent? He could only concentrate all his anger on the weapons in his hand and constantly launch an attack.

The two ancestral weapons constantly collided with each other.

On the battlefield, everyone felt like a war drum was constantly pounding on their chests. As the knock became more and more violent, they all felt that their heart was about to jump out.

This is the ancestral weapon. Even in this ancient battlefield with extremely strong suppression, it can still affect the people around you.

Quan Ding Ding and Duan Jiulong passed more than ten moves in a blink of an eye. All of these more than ten moves were completely under the storm. On the other hand, Duan Jiulong seemed to have not yet made any effort, and seemed particularly relaxed.

"Haha, with such strength, I dare to speak wildly."

Duan Jiulong chuckled, "Your elders have never taught you, do you have to learn to be humble when you come out?"

"without."

Quan Dingding shook his head with a serious face, "My adult only told me to let me eat less after coming out."

"Critic teeth and sharp mouth!"

Duan Jiulong burst out and raised his troops again, trying to use the heavy hammer in his hand to smash the whole Ding Ding into a meat paste.

With two consecutive attacks, Dingding retreated continuously, and was completely defeated.

"This guy is very strong."

Lan Yunxiao stared at Duan Jiulong, "At least, it's better than you and me. This little fat man can't last long."

Zhao Ji looked at Duan Jiulong and said, "You can take out your ancestral soldiers at will and have the resources to hold troops. How much do you know about the center of the earth?

Can you guess his identity?”

"It may be reminiscent of some."

Lan Yunxiao spoke with a solemn look in his eyes, "If they also stand on the orc's side, it means that that day is really coming."

"It's good to come."

Zhao Ji suddenly smiled, "The situation is now so chaotic that it is better to put everything together. The Temple of Heroes, this place itself is full of weirdness. It is like this from their existence!"

"It's not easy to join forces with the Temple of Heroes and the Temple of Yuxu to deal with it."

Lan Yunxiao shook his head.

"It's not easy, I'm going to fight."

Zhao Ji took a deep breath, "There are some people in Yuxu Taoist Temple who must die, and they will die. Even if I don't do it, Zhang Xuan will do it! I can't imagine what happens to Lin Qinghan, what will happen next."

Just as Zhao Ji and Lan Yunxiao were talking, Quan Ding Ding and Duan Jiulong had another ten moves. At this moment, Quan Ding Ding had already retreated step by step, his body was covered in dust, and he was completely gone from being as heroic as he was when he first appeared.

Duan Jiulong held the heavy hammer and watched Quan Dingding slowly walked towards Quan Dingding.

"Is that okay? You can beat you Fat Master, but in front of so many people, I won't give you Fat Master face. I tell you, Fat Master is angry!"

Quan Dingding stood on the ground with a stick in his hand, but he sat cross-legged, like a monk talking about Zen, muttering something.

Aside from Quan Dingding, a sudden strong wind blew, and the cassock on his body roared in the strong wind. The hair that had not grown out of his fat head naturally fell off, revealing the ring scar that had been forced to be scalded by Po Jun before.

Quan Dingding suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be glowing golden light! “I’m bald and strong too!”

Quan Dingding stretched out his hand again and pinched the stick in front. The moment he pinched the stick, an invisible aura spread out to the surroundings with him as the center, causing the Duan Jiulong, who had originally walked towards him, to subconsciously stop.

"Does the blood awaken?"

Duan Jiulong looked at Quan Dingding, "So even if the bloodline awakens, some gaps cannot be made up!"

Duan Jiulong jumped, waved his hammer, and smashed it towards the whole Dingding Ding.

Quan Dingding just gently lifted the stick in his hand, then pushed away the heavy hammer that Duan Jiulong smashed, and then turned around. His fat body seemed extremely light at this moment. The stick was holding his waist and thrust hard. The stick was heavily on Duan Jiulong's back.

Duan Jiulong's body staggered and stabilized his body. Just as he was about to fight back, Quan Ding's attack hit him again, and the stick sucked on Duan Jiulong's wrist, causing the heavy hammer in Duan Jiulong's hand to almost flew away.

"Is this the only strength? It's vulnerable! Come on, let's see how Fat Master's training results have been doing 200 push-ups a day recently!"

Quan Dingding's stick in his hand skyrocketed, and it was ten meters long and two meters thick in a blink of an eye.

Quan Ding Ding hugged the stick in his arms and smashed it hard, directly knocking Duan Jiulong over the ground. Duan Jiulong held a hammer to resist, but it was not effective at all. As Quan Ding Ding Ding's stick even hit, his calves were embedded into the ground.

"Eat your fat man's last blow!"

Quan Ding Ding rushed into the sky and raised the stick in front of him. His toes were a little on the side wall of the stick, and he flew up and stepped on the top of the stick.

"Diet to you Fat Master!"

Quan Ding Ding's soles stomped hard, and the stick penetrated straight downward with extremely fierce power.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the Broken Jiulong was completely pressed on the bottom of the stick. The stick came into contact with the ground, and the Broken Jiulong could no longer be seen.

All Dingding stands on the top of the stick with one foot, the golden rooster stands alone, and his hands are folded in front of his chest.
Chapter completed!