The moment Xiao Yang 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.

When 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 whole week and then merged into Zhao Ji's body. This means that Zhao Ji has the resources to hold the troops!

"Lan Yunxiao, come and lead the troops!"

Xiao Yang'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.

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

"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!"

Xiao Yang'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 Xiao Yang in the sky, "Weapons, can be in charge of the ancestral soldiers in the world. From the moment he inherited the weapon, 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.

Such a scene made the orc general very clear that the orcs' defeat was coming!

Xiao Yang floated in the air, scanned the bottom, and made a sound again.

"The soldiers obey orders!"

"exist!"

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

Xiao Yang 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 with great momentum!

Yes, crush!

When more than twenty ancestor soldiers show their power, on this ancient battlefield, the orcs will never have the possibility of turning the tables!

Duan Jiulong stood there with a heavy hammer in his hand. He did not join the war. He knew very well that no matter how strong he was, he had no choice but to face more than twenty ancestral soldiers on this ancient battlefield. Besides, now he had more important things to do.

After Xiao Yang gave the order, he looked at Duan Jiulong below.

Duan Jiulong also looked at Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang 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 Xiao Yang's hand.

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

Xiao Yang's pupils turned into strange black. Xiao Yang 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? I feel that's just that."

"Do you think that getting the ancestral army can only clamor with me!" Duan Jiulong squeezed the heavy hammer in his hand, then suddenly jumped up and headed straight for Xiao Yang. His speed was very fast, and in the eyes of others, he was as fast as a phantom.

But in Xiao Yang's eyes.

“Too slow.”

When Duan Jiulong appeared in front of Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang 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 reaction is pretty good." Xiao Yang said a word of praise, but then he showed disappointment again, "but, it's a bit too weak."

When Xiao Yang finished speaking, he had already appeared in front of Duan Jiulong.

"cut!"

Xiao Yang's move only has one word, and the black crescent qi light was formed at the feet of the Broken Jiulong.

Duan Jiulong's face changed drastically. Although it was just a simple aura, being able to do all this in the ancient battlefield shows that Xiao Yang 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, the light shield broke out instantly when he was touched by the black crescent air light, and Duan Jiulong himself was also flew out and smashed on the ground.

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

"Your Valhalla wants to kill me?" Xiao Yang's face was full of fun.

"Xiao Yang, you have nothing but occupied the geographical advantage of the ancient battlefield, why should you be so arrogant?" Duan Jiulong's face was full of unwillingness.

Xiao Yang snorted coldly, and stepped on Jiulong's chest with force. Jiulong vomited blood.

"The success and the success and the defeat of the enemy." Xiao Yang sneered, "You have practiced more than me for many years, but now you are defeated by me. Any remarks are excuses."

"Ha, even so, Xiao Yang, do you dare to kill me?" Duan Jiulong's eyes showed a fierce look, "If you kill me, your beautiful wife will not survive!"

"What did you say!"
Chapter completed!