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Chapter 1679 This time it deserves its name

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.
Chapter completed!
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