The First Two Twenty-Seven Chapters Fight Tiangong (Three)

At this time, Sun Hao was floating in the air, holding a long golden stick in his hand, he was handsome and energetic, his hair was flying, and his fighting spirit was getting stronger and stronger.

And the monks around him were also affected by him, and their momentum rose steadily.

Eight-armed Bao Ketu and Luo Mei; the two stood in their own positions, and their aura rose to the sky, echoing Sun Yao.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators of the Qingyun Sect also understood that there were different fighting spirits emerging from their bodies, whether they were flamboyant or restrained, which merged into Sun Hao's aura.

And Sun Hao's fighting spirit was blessed by Yuanying Zhenjun's aura, and it flourished again.

Fighting against heaven and earth is a kind of spirit.

A fighting spirit.

At the level of Zhenjun Yuanying, most of them have some research on aura, and in the long-term training process, they also have some fighting consciousness, but everyone has no lack of fighting spirit.

Gathered together, it is not weak.

At this moment, there are quite a few Nascent Soul True Monarchs watching the ceremony, but there are not many who can directly jump out to help like Yi Lu Denghuo. Firstly, this is Qingyunmen's housework, and they cannot intervene if they do not have friendship. Come, all the visitors have their own sects and represent their own interests. Although they have personal relationships with Sun Hao, it is not easy to intervene.

This kind of thing is better handled by Qingyunmen's own monks.

Xiaoyu Huaku glanced at his grandfather, and found that his grandfather was indifferent, so he couldn't help pursing his mouth, and made a mouthful to his grandfather: "You are too unjust."

Xiaoyu Feitian couldn't laugh or cry, and gave this ignorant grandson a hard look.

Below, in the phalanx of 100,000 monks, in front of Yaosheng Peak, the voice of the new peak master Wu Xianlang came out clearly: "My teacher Sun Hao, debuted as a young man, apprenticed to Aoki, and is a late sect. It is unknown, but Mountains know how to hunt, win the head of the hunt, and start a legendary life..."

Sun Hao was holding a Dou Tian stick, and he was full of momentum. Hearing Wu Xianlang's voice, he couldn't help but move slightly.

See what your three disciples have to say.

Wu Xianlang's body. There is no looseness at all. At this time, his body is in the air, floating in front of Yaosheng Peak, with a holy and solemn brilliance on his body, although he is in the sea of ​​clouds below the main peak of Qingyun. But there is also a faint momentum on his body, rushing forward.

With his hands on his back, looking up at Sun Hao, Wu Xianlang's voice spread throughout the sea of ​​clouds in the Qingyun battle: "In that year, the dragon sparrow was opened, my teacher beat the five-element titled monk, and the secret realm became king. Appreciate Caiyun as a teacher; that year, Ganguling In the first battle, my teacher, God Gang, made great achievements and killed the three titled demon cultivators of the Five Elements Demon Sect. In the first battle, he became king, built a foundation and killed Jindan, and fled away in the hands of the late Jindan master..."

Wu Xianlang's voice became louder and louder, but his momentum became more and more vigorous.

beside him. Those Jindan monks who fought with Sun Hao back then, such as sister Xia Wen, Bowen. Song Xiaoli, Yun Ziyan and other monks. The aura on his body also gradually condensed, his body glowed, and an invisible fighting spirit surged up, throwing himself on Sun Hao's body from a distance.

Wu Xianlang's narration is still going on: "That year, my teacher, Sun Hao, went out and returned, established the foundation and fought against Jindan, defeated senior brother Yifan, formed the alchemy in public, and the alchemy became a first-grade purple pattern; , my master cut the five elements golden elixir late stage, and promoted my reputation in the blue sky; that year, my teacher went to Nanyang... That year, my teacher should recruit hero charms, meet the heroes of the world, and break through the nine-death burial market... Make a great reputation, Continental title, ranked in the fairy class..."

Following Wu Xianlang's loud shout, below, the hundred thousand Qingyun monks felt their blood tumbling, as if they saw the ancestor of the sect, Mr. Chen Xiang, rising step by step from a low-level sect, fighting against the sky and climbing the peak step by step, It has achieved its current reputation.

My heart is surging and my blood is boiling.

Many monks raised their heads to the sky and shouted, feeling like they needed to roar.

Wu Xianlang's voice gradually became louder: "I am Qingyun up and down, I am a young man of Qingyun, my blood is never cold, and my fighting spirit is never lacking. Today and today, I follow my teacher to fight against the sky and the earth, and build the Qingyun Dojo. Now, the dojo needs Fighting spirit, Qingyun needs spirit, I believe, the spirit of Qingyun is not only the spirit of my teacher, but my Qingyun monk, my Qingyun elite, the common, immortal, invincible, infinite spirit of fighting against heaven and earth, tell me, we should what to do?"

In the phalanx watching the ceremony, Xiaoyu Huaku blurted out: "Zhan, Zhan is full of blood..." After speaking, he quickly controlled his flying sword and flew towards the Qingyun phalanx.

Xiaoyu Feitian looked around and said quickly: "This kid is Xiang Dayu's registered disciple, he should, he should..."

Wu Xianlang flicked his sword and sang loudly: "The north wind rises from the yellow sand, and the drums and flags move; the beacon fire rises to the sun, and the soldiers' energy becomes a rainbow at dawn. Friends of the Daoist, fight, fight, fight..."

Inspired by Xiaoyu Huaku, one hundred thousand Qingyun monks, under the leadership of their respective team leader Jin Dan, cheered loudly: "Fight, fight, fight..."

In the five elements formation, the strong fighting spirit and strong spirit were mobilized, soaring into the sky, rushing into Sun Hao's imposing circle, echoing Sun Hao.

A flash of light flashed in Sun Hao's eyes, and he nodded slightly to Wu Xianlang below, and then shouted to the sky: "My generation of monks, elites of Qingyun, fighting in the world, please follow me to build Qingyun Dojo..."

The fighting stick in his hand was slowly lifted up amidst the voice, pointing to the Qingyun Dojo in the air like a flying saucer.

The momentum and fighting spirit of thousands of monks were condensed on their bodies, and they swarmed into the fighting stick.

The Doutian stick made a golden light, and rushed forward a foot-long golden light, pointing at the flying saucer dojo.

Sun Hao stepped on one leg in the air, and shouted loudly: "One hundred thousand Qingyun ambitions, born in Qingyun Daochang, fighting against the sky and fighting against the earth, it should be my Qingyun's immortal spirit, the spirit is immortal, and the Daochang will last forever, go to me, ah, drink... ..."

With a cry, Sun Hao flew up into the sky with a fighting stick in his hand, and with a bang, he hit the tip of the inverted peak, that thick stick, which connected the flying saucer and the pillar of Qingyun main peak.

In a single point, the pillars were scattered like bean curd residue by a single point.

The dust is flying and falling in all directions.

The pillar was broken by a point.

The entire flying saucer suddenly lost its support, and floated above the main peak of Qingyun, shaking for a while.

Sun Hao said in a loud voice: "There are no pillars in the dojo, only the fighting spirit, the fighting spirit is immortal, the dojo will last forever, fight, fight, fight..."

Below, one hundred thousand Qingyun cultivators followed Sun Hao and shouted loudly: "Fight, fight, fight..."

Sun Hao stood upright under the flying saucer, with a Doutian stick on top, instead of a pillar, on the top of the peak, and the flying saucer gradually stabilized in the air.

Then, the infinite fighting spirit condensed on Sun Hao poured into the flying saucer like a tide through the fighting stick, and the whole flying saucer dojo was shaken suddenly, and a different quality appeared in the yellow halo.

The whole dojo seemed to come alive in an instant, and it became much more vivid. The monks watching the ceremony could even feel an inexplicable aura from the dojo.

Sun Hao stood upright under the Qingyun Dojo, and the Chen Xiang sword spun and appeared in front of him, like Wu Xianlang, flicking the sword and singing: "The north wind blows from the yellow sand, the drums and flags move; , Fellow Daoists, fight, fight, fight..."

Chen Xiangjian blew softly.

The real girl sword sang softly.

Taiyi Cloud Exhibition, Zhiyang Treasure Fan...the natal magic weapons of all kinds of monks screamed in unison, and the monks below echoed the sound. The huge fighting spirit was formed after seeing Sun Hao pointing through Optimus Prime, and still holding up the dojo without falling down His boundless fighting spirit and spirit gathered again and flocked to Sun Hao.

On Sun Hao's Doutian stick, the golden light shot again, and the entire flying saucer dojo was actually lifted by the golden light of the Doutian stick, and flew up more than half a zhang again.

Sun Hao laughed loudly: "Fighting for thousands of miles, one mile for one year, the fighting spirit is golden, and it will last for a thousand years. This is the first light..."

After finishing speaking, the Doutian stick was slowly put away, and there was only a golden light below Qingyun Dojo, a golden light about three feet long that was only as thick as an ordinary monk's arm, atop the peak.

Sun Hao roared loudly and continued: "Fighting for thousands of miles, one mile for one year, the golden light of fighting spirit, immortal for a thousand years, this second light..."

Another ray of golden light emerged from the Doutian stick, reaching under the peak.

Sun Hao's roar continued.

The third, the fourth...a total of nine golden lights rushed out from the Doutian stick one by one and reached under the peak.

The nine golden lights returned to their positions, and Sun Hao let out a roar, holding the Doutian stick and stepping on the Chenxiang sword. With a sway of his body, he appeared beside Xuanyuan Hong. With the help of fellow daoists, the nine golden lights can protect my Qingyun Daochang for nine thousand years, fellow Daoists of Qingyun, remember, the fighting spirit is not extinguished, and the dojo will last forever..." (to be continued~^~)