Dragon King Hall

Chapter 1669 Come to lead the army
Quan Dingding has a bald head, and the cassock on his body is rattling. He really looks like an eminent monk. The golden light in his eyes has dissipated. If you look carefully, you will find that the cassock behind Quan Dingding has already been wet with sweat and burned. Bloodlines are not an easy task.

Standing on the top of the stick, Quan Dingding looked extraordinarily handsome with the wind blowing.

"Is this the end?" Zhao Ji glanced at Lan Yunxiao.

"It won't be that simple." Lan Yunxiao shook his head slightly, "If this Sun God doesn't have a second move, I'm 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 one hand on Zhao Ji's shoulder, "You go to hold soldiers, 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 it's the only way to go."

"Hey, with such strength, the poor monk hasn't warmed up yet, you are already dead!" Quan Dingding was still clamoring.

Suddenly, the huge stick under Quan Dingding's feet still trembled, and Quan Dingding's expression on top of the stick changed. He stepped on the stick and pressed down hard, but he couldn't stop the sound coming from the stick shake.

The shaking of the stick became more and more severe, and at the same time, cracks began to occur where the stick touched the ground, and even the entire ground trembled.

"Hurry up!" Zhao Ji's expression also changed, "It's too late!"

The moment Zhao Ji's voice fell, the huge stick began to tilt.

Quan Dingding jumped up, 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 was completely torn, 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 has absolute combat experience. The battles he has experienced in his life are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Duan Jiulong also carried a faint light.

"I don't know how many years, and no junior can hurt me. You are indeed beyond my expectations, but that's it." Duan Jiulong carried his hands and feet, holding the heavy hammer, and he looked at everyone. Ding ding, eyes full of indifference.

Quan Dingding could feel the terrifying aura coming from Duan Jiulong, but he still wouldn't admit defeat.

"Hey, old miscellaneous hair, you have a serious tone, wait for your fat man..."

"You can shut up." Duan Jiulong moved. On this restricted ancient battlefield, Duan Jiulong's body turned into a phantom, and appeared in front of Quan Dingding in an instant.

"So fast!"

Even Lan Yunxiao and Zhao Ji exclaimed like this.

Quan Dingding's fat face also instantly turned pale, and before he could react, the heavy hammer in Duan Jiulong's hand had already hit Quan Dingding's chest.

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

Before Quan Dingding could react, Broken Nine Dragons appeared in front of him again, and the heavy hammer in his hand hit Quan Dingding directly on the head.

Quan Dingding subconsciously raised the stick in his hand to block the blow from Duan Jiulong.

With one blow, the stick in Quan Dingding's hand was thrown into the air, and Broken Nine Dragons had once again swung the sledgehammer, hitting Quan Dingding's head again.

If this ancestor artifact hits the top of the head, Quan Dingding's head will definitely explode like a watermelon.

"It's too late!" Zhao Ji roared, and rushed out suddenly, picking up the blood ax on the ground.

Just when Zhao Ji took the blood axe, green smoke rose from the place where his palm touched the blood axe. This was not an ancestor weapon belonging to the Ninth Bureau. In a second, they will suffer serious backlash.

At the critical moment, Zhao Ji arrived suddenly and blocked the attack of Duan Jiulong with his blood axe.

The two ancestral artifacts collided, and Zhao Ji was also blown away, but in the process, Zhao Ji happened to pull Quan Ding Ding, making Quan Ding Ding out of the attack range of Broken Nine Dragons.

"It's 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 two to be wiped out."

Duan Jiulong carried the heavy hammer and walked towards the two of them. The heavy hammer rubbed against the ground and made a piercing sound. To the two of them now, it was like death.

"Sun God, do you have any killing moves?" Zhao Ji looked at the fat man who fell to the side.

"There's a fart." Quan Dingding looked aggrieved, "This old bastard doesn't play cards according to the routine. He didn't come out until I was done beating, otherwise I'll kill him, big brother, it's better for you to make a killing move, brother today! Just admit it first."

"I'll kill your sister!" Zhao Ji spread out his palm, the blood ax he just held for a few seconds, Zhao Ji's palm was completely burned.

"Ham, what should I do?" Quan Dingding stared at Duan Jiulong who was getting closer and closer, "I have a way."

"What can be done?"

Quan Dingding took a deep breath and looked serious, "Have you ever heard of a set of palm techniques that fell from the sky?"

"you……"

"clang!"

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

On the black sickle, there was a black dead air, blocking the way to break the Kowloon.

"Has there been any more ants?" Duan Jiulong showed unrelenting expression on his face. He swung the sledgehammer in his hand and slammed it at the black sickle.

"Shhhhhh!"

Countless piercing sounds resounded at this moment.

A spear came from the sky and was also inserted into the ground.

A sword, exuding sharpness, was inserted into the ground.

A big knife, full of chilling aura, was inserted into the ground.

A large ax, full of a heavy feeling, was inserted into the ground.

One after another, all the weapons fell beside Duan Jiulong, forming a circle, completely enclosing Duan Jiulong in this circle.

Duan Jiulong's face, which had never changed, finally changed at this moment, because he discovered that these weapons inserted in all directions of his body were all ancestor weapons!

"Ancestor Artifact!" Zhao Ji's body shook, and he looked into the air, the familiar figure appeared in Zhao Ji's eyes.

"It's finally here." Lan Yunxiao looked at Henry Zhang in the sky, "It seems that the harvest is good."

Duan Jiulong also raised his head, his eyes narrowed, "It's you! I didn't look for you, but you dared to look for it yourself, you have courage."

Henry Zhang didn’t look at the Broken Nine Dragons on the ground at all. In Henry Zhang’s hand, there was a book of bamboo slips. He spread the bamboo slips and whispered in his mouth. Although the sound was not loud, it clearly rang in this ancient battlefield above.

"The soldier of the Nine Bureau, the mighty dragon's mace, this soldier is intended to safeguard the justice of the country and kill all the villains in the world. Zhao Ji of the Nine Bureau, come and lead the army!"

(End of this chapter)