The moment Zhang Xuan finished speaking, a long black mace flew out of thin air and headed straight for Zhao Ji on the ground.

Zhao Ji jumped, took the mace with both hands, and then handed the Kanglong mace on his right hand, and danced a flower.

Zhao Ji stared at the soldiers in his hand, and a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes. The Kanglong mace was the Nine Bureau's ancestral soldier, which had the effect of destroying evil spirits in the world.

After Zhao Ji held his troops, a golden light lit up on the Kanglong mace. The golden light wrapped around Zhao Ji's body for a while and then merged into Zhao Ji's body. This means that Zhao Ji has the capital to hold the troops! "Lan Yunxiao, the return to the Ancestral League, come and lead the troops!"

Zhang Xuan's voice sounded again.

On the ground, a long sword with even the blade turned blue rose into the sky and headed straight for the blue clouds.

Lan Yunxiao stretched out his hand and held the handle of the knife.

"Qiaoshui Blade."

Lan Yunxiao looked at the soldiers in his hand and sighed, "You are back."

"East Xingyun, come and lead the troops!"

"The descendants of the Zhu family come and lead the troops!"

"*Mura Masato family, come and lead the troops!"

"Gaoli Jin family, come and lead the troops!"

"The Kate family in the Free Country, come and lead the troops!"

Zhang Xuan's voice sounded frequently, and weapons after weapons rose from the ground and fell into the hands of someone.

In this battlefield, light was everywhere, and ancestors flashed out frequently.

"He inherited his master's ancestral soldiers."

Lan Yunxiao looked at Zhang Xuan in the sky, "Weapons can be in charge of the ancestral soldiers in the world. From the moment he inherited the weapon spectrum, no one can surpass his position in this world anymore, and he will inevitably become a leader."

Duan Jiulong, holding a heavy hammer, watched all this happen, and his eyes were filled with a solemn look. Once a person has a ancestral soldier, his strength will undergo earth-shaking changes. Not only is the huge power of the ancestral soldier, but when the soldier holds the ancestral soldier, he will become stronger because of the ancestral soldier.

Although people holding weapons charts do not use them directly, they can get the energy blessing of all the ancestral soldiers on the weapons charts. This alone is already terrifying enough.

The ancestor soldiers who were inserted beside Duan Jiulong had all returned to their respective masters, with only a black sickle standing there quietly, with a crescent-like blade, which was the grim smile of the god of death.

On the orc side, the orc general was yelling in his heart when he saw this scene. He had already seen the power of the ancestral soldier. He didn't know how many orc warriors had been slaughtered by the three ancestral soldiers. Now, there are at least twenty ancestral soldiers on the human side! What a terrible number.

This scene made the orc general very clear that the orcs' defeat was coming! Zhang Xuan floated in the air, glanced down, and spoke again.

"The soldiers obey orders!"

"exist!"

All those who held the ancestral soldiers responded one after another.

Zhang Xuan stretched out his finger, pointed to the orc army, and shouted: "Hold the troops in your hands and kill all the enemies!"

On the battlefield, more than twenty ancestral soldiers were shining.

Zhao Ji held the Kanglong mace in his hand and looked at Taoist Gong Yun who was hiding in the orc army, "I can't help it, I'm going to take action!"

"kill!"

With a shout of killing, more than twenty ancestral soldiers radiated light, and all Dingding joined the battle.

The human army, led by more than 20 ancestor soldiers, crushed towards the orcs in a fierce manner! Yes, crushed! When more than 20 ancestor soldiers showed their power, on this ancient battlefield, the orcs would never have the possibility of turning the tables! Duan Jiulong, holding a heavy hammer, stood there, he did not join the war. He knew very well that no matter how strong he was, he had no choice in this ancient battlefield, facing more than 20 ancestor soldiers, and now he had more important things to do.

After Zhang Xuan gave the order, he looked at Duan Jiulong below.

Duan Jiulong also looked at Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he reached out, and the black sickle on the ground trembled slightly, then suddenly took off and fell into Zhang Xuan's hand.

Just as Zhang Xuan held the life sickle, a black pattern swept across his wrist and spread all over his body. Until Zhang Xuan's neck, the black pattern stopped moving, and the pattern was like a black flame.

Zhang Xuan's pupils turned into strange black. Zhang Xuan held the life sickle and pointed to the ground slantedly. He looked at the Broken Jiulong and said, "The Deputy Lord of the Heroic Spirit Hall?

It feels like that's all."

"Do you think that getting the ancestral soldiers is the capital that can clamor with me!"

Duan Jiulong squeezed the heavy hammer in his hand, then jumped up suddenly and headed straight for Zhang Xuan. His speed was very fast, and in the eyes of others, he was as fast as a phantom.

But in Zhang Xuan's eyes.

“Too slow.”

When Duan Jiulong appeared in front of Zhang Xuan, Zhang Xuan said these three words lightly.

"What!"

Duan Jiulong's pupils suddenly shrank. At some point, the sharpness of the life sickle had reached his waist. The bent blade only needed to be gently pulled to cut Duan Jiulong in the half.

At the critical moment, Duan Jiulong used the heavy hammer in his hand and his body quickly sank, leaving the attack range of the sickle. But just like that, Duan Jiulong's head was still cut off a strand of broken hair.

“The response is pretty good.”

Zhang Xuan said something of praise, but then he showed disappointment again, "It's just that, it's a bit too weak."

When Zhang Xuan finished speaking, he had already appeared in front of Duan Jiulong.

"cut!"

Zhang Xuan's move only has one word, and the black crescent-shaped air light was formed at the feet of Duan Jiulong.

Duan Jiulong's face changed drastically. Although it was just a simple aura, he was able to do all this in the ancient battlefield, which shows that Zhang Xuan is now so powerful that he can ignore the rules of the ancient battlefield! Duan Jiulong danced a circle of heavy hammers, forming a circle of yellow defensive light around his body. However, when he was touched by the black crescent air light, the light shield instantly shattered, and Duan Jiulong himself was also collapsed and smashed on the ground.

Just as Duan Jiulong was about to get up, Zhang Xuan stepped on his chest, and the curved blade of the sickle was placed on Duan Jiulong's neck.

"You Valhalla wants to kill me?"

Zhang Xuan's face was full of fun.

"Zhang Xuan, you are nothing more than occupying the geographical advantage of the ancient battlefield, why should you be so arrogant?"

Duan Jiulong's face was full of unwillingness.

Zhang Xuan snorted coldly, and stepped on Jiulong's chest with force. Jiulong vomited blood.

"The success of the king will defeat the enemy."

Zhang Xuan sneered, "You have been practicing better than me for many years, but now you are defeated by me. Any remarks are an excuse."

"Ha, even so, Zhang Xuan, do you dare to kill me?"

Duan Jiulong showed a fierce look in his eyes, "If you kill me, your beautiful wife will not be able to survive!"

"What did you say!"

The black patterns on Zhang Xuan's body instantly spread half of his face.
Chapter completed!