The three ancestral weapons shine again when everyone is desperate. This light is like despair for the orcs, but it is absolutely hope for the human camp.

"He's back!"

"Is he back?"

"It's him who is back!"

"I'm finally back." A look of relief appeared on Zhao Ji's face.

At this moment, the same name appeared in everyone's mind.

"Bold monster, look at my Daluo magic spell, the great power of the dragon!" A sound full of energy sounded in the battlefield.

"Is he me?" Zhao Ji took a deep breath, looked at a fat body, and came into the air, "I just prepared my emotions."

All Dingding, wearing a cassock, held a long stick in his hand. He came in the air. The long stick swept across the air, and the long stick soared in the air, instantly becoming ten meters thick, clearing all the orcs in front of him.

The three ancestral weapons that were regaining their light floated behind Quan Dingding, emitting light, making them look a little dazzling when they looked at Quan Dingdingding.

"Who is this person?" Lan Yunxiao looked at Quan Dingding.

"Sun God." Zhao Ji spoke out these three words firmly in his tone, "This time, he deserves his reputation."

Quan Dingding floated in the air, which was the ability brought to him by the ancestral weapon. He looked in the direction of the orcs and spoke, "Bold monster, can you really think that I, Quan, can't exist? Today, I, Quan, Quan, here, you can't think of a step beyond the line!"

Quan Ding Ding spoke with a sonorous and powerful voice, with a clear pause in his tone.

Zhao Ji stood on the ground, looking puzzled, "When did this fat man's speech become like this?"

After Quan Dingding finished speaking, he looked downward with a vague look. When he saw some female soldiers throwing admiring eyes, he was filled with joy. On the way he came, Quan Dingding had the most practiced except for rushing all the way, this opening remark was this sentence.

The three ancestral weapons behind him were triggered. People from the three ancient martial arts families could not do this, but Dingding could do it all, because he already had the resources to control the troops!

Quan Dingding waved his arm and shouted: "The whole army obeys the order! Follow me and kill!"

"Kill!" The morale of the human army was mobilized again.

The huge shield belonging to the Bai family rose in the air in the wind, turning into a huge city wall, falling downwards, dividing the orc battlefield.

The map of mountains and rivers floated into the air, golden light shone down, and the phantom of mountains and rivers appeared in the air. When the phantom of mountains and rivers pressed down, it was like the essence, which made large orcs turn into meat mud, and could not survive under the phantom of mountains and rivers.

The red blood axe slashed down again, and the 100-meter range in front of him was in a fan-shaped vacancy, and even the flesh and blood were gone.

Quan Dingding's stick surged, like the Dinghai Dingting needle in the myth, one end leaning on the ground and the other end, reaching the sky, Quan Dingding stood on this commanding height, like a king, looking down on all directions, and there was no need for him to do anything. The Mountain and River Map and Blood Axe fired up, allowing the orc army to melt quickly like the ice and snow in summer.

The situation has turned upside down, and the human camp has heard a lot of cheers.

All of them held their heads with a heroic posture.

The huge city walls separated the battlefield, and large orcs died under the might of the ancestral weapon, while the fish that escaped the net were all destroyed by human warriors.

"Sun God, yes." Zhao Ji laughed loudly, "Come on, remove the city wall, let us fight this orc out of the ancient battlefield in one go!"

"This..." Quan Dingding showed a look of embarrassment. He jumped from above, landed on the ground, came to Zhao Ji, and whispered, "You can't retreat. I just looked at the pretentiousness and didn't consider the follow-up issues. Now I'm a little lacking in momentum, so I can't activate the ancestral weapon anymore."

Zhao Ji looked up and saw that the light on the mountain map and the blood axe had become much dimmed.

"This..." Zhao Ji looked at Quan Dingding with a speechless look, "This is not surprising, it has your style."

"Hehe." Quan Ding Ding scratched his head, "It's okay, let me rest for a day. If you take action tomorrow, they will all die."

Lan Yunxiao, who was standing aside, suddenly spoke: "This is the truth, but it seems that I can't wait for tomorrow morning."

"Hmm?" Quan Dingding looked confused, but immediately his expression changed.

I saw the huge city wall formed by the shield of the Bai family's ancestral weapon shaking violently. Then, cracks appeared on the walls of the city wall. More and more cracks appeared, and there were traces of cracks everywhere.

With a loud bang, a huge hole was broken into the city wall, and a figure walked out of the hole in the smoke and dust.

"Ancestral weapon? Do you think that only you have ancestral weapon?" This man gradually revealed his face in the smoke and dust, which was the Duan Jiulong!

At this time, Duan Jiulong was holding a whisk in his hand, but a huge heavy hammer. Just now it was the heavy hammer in his hand. The only one who could break the city wall was the only one who could break the ancestral weapon.

Quan Dingding flashed, and then stood again at the top of the stick, looking down at Duan Jiulong, and said, "Who is coming? Let's report your name!"

"Haha." Duan Jiulong sneered, "I dare to ask about my name now. Young people nowadays are really arrogant."

"Old Zamao, don't pretend to be a fat man!" Quan Dingding directly spoke and cursed, "Come on if you have the guts, come up and fight your fat man for three hundred rounds."

"Three hundred rounds?" Duan Jiulong looked up and looked at Quan Dingding, "If you can hold on to thirty rounds under my hands, I will be considered you, a young hero!"

As Duan Jiulong spoke, he waved the heavy hammer in his hand and hit the city wall behind him. A crack instantly spread from the place where Duan Jiulong's heavy hammer hit. Then, the crack was seen climbing the city wall, and the entire city wall completely collapsed at this moment.

Standing on the top of the stick, Quan Ding Ding unconsciously swallowed his saliva. He could feel the power coming from the heavy hammer. If it was in its heyday, Quan Ding Ding would still clamor for a few words, but just now he had just finished his power and now he had no spare energy to activate the ancestral weapon, let alone fight with opponents of this level again.

If it is normal, all Dingding will bow first, apologize, and then slip away.

But at this moment, before the army, it was harder to make all Dingding surrender than to let Zhao Ji treat him.

Quan Dingding thrust his chest, "You old guy, you dare to talk to your fat man like this. If you have the guts, come up and let your fat man tell you who is the grandfather here!"

"Little*, I will tear your mouth apart." Duan Jiulong sneered, and saw him jump hard and jump to the top of the stick.
Chapter completed!