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The first thousand six hundred and eighty-four chapters

At this time, the orc army had already been defeated and continued to stay on the battlefield in front of more than twenty ancestral weapons, just to add more corpses to this ancient battlefield.

No! Most of the beast soldiers who died under the ancestral weapon could not even survive the corpse of the corpse.

There was a black aura swelling on Zhang Xuan's body, and the black aura spread to Zhao Ji's side, and Zhao Ji suddenly felt distracted.

Zhao Ji was about to vent his upset, but suddenly woke up. He was actually affected by the black aura on Zhang Xuan. He hurriedly scolded Duan Jiulong: "Zhang Xuan is the heir to the Heroic Spirit Hall. Now that the situation is like this, why should you be obsessed with it?"

"Heir of the Valhalla?"

Duan Jiulong sneered, "He is worthy?"

"He is Lu Yan's only disciple!"

"Bah! Lu Yan?"

Duan Jiulong's eyes were full of disdain, "If it weren't for him, how could the Temple of Heroes be like this now?

Everything was created by him, Lu Yan! Zhang Xuan, do you think you inherited Lu Yan's mantle?

What you inherited was just his cowardice, just like now, I am under your knife, but you dare not do anything to me, what are you afraid of?

Are you afraid that your wife will die?

Haha, your wife is actually dead long ago! I watched someone cut off her head with my own eyes, and I personally..."                                                                                                                  

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Zhao Ji yelled loudly.

The black aura on Zhang Xuan's body became more and more intense, and he raised the sickle in his hand.

"Of course I know."

At this time, Duan Jiulong suddenly exerted force with both hands, pushed Zhang Xuan away the soles of his feet that were stomping on his chest, and then quickly retreated to the orc army.

The crescent moon in Zhang Xuan's hand suddenly surged.

"Don't!"

Zhao Ji quickly spoke out, he could guess what Zhang Xuan was going to do.

But now Zhang Xuan could not hear Zhao Ji's words. At this time, black patterns were already spread all over his body, which was a sign that Zhang Xuan's dark side completely appeared.

Holding up the black sickle, Zhang Xuan looked at the figure where Duan Jiulong escaped, and then waved his arm.

The huge black crescent moonlight swept towards the evacuated army of orcs. The crescent moonlight was originally only ten meters long, but as the distance extended, when the orcs were in front of the orcs, the length had reached three hundred meters! The 300-meter black crescent moon swept across the orcs. All the orcs who were in contact with the black crescent moon were stunned and maintained their current posture. When the black crescent moon was completely cut, the still orc warriors broke neatly from their waists, separated from their lower limbs, and blood was sprayed out at this moment. There were thousands of orc warriors who died under the black crescent moon! The scene of thousands of people being cut in half at the same time seemed particularly terrifying even if placed on this battlefield.

Even the human army fell silent at this moment.

Gu Li Dan, who had already evacuated, suddenly stopped. He looked behind him, and the large-scale warriors fell down. This scene made Gu Li Dan's eyes burst.

"Zhang Xuan!"

Gu Li Dan let out a loud roar, and the roar was filled with anger.
Chapter completed!
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