The voice sounded, instantly attracting countless attention.
On a cliff, a figure slowly emerged.
This man was wearing a seven-star robe, only about twenty years old, handsome and elegant.
"Flute light?"
"It's the real Fluctlight."
"The real Yaoguang is here too?"
"The strongest arrogance of the Seven Star Ancient Sect, Daoist Yaoguang?"
Suddenly, voices sounded one after another, and everyone was surprised, but they didn't expect it to be Daoist Yaoguang.
The representative Tianjiao of Zhongzhou.
Yaoguang's name is indeed very famous, he is known as the tenth holy son of Zhongzhou.
Because there is no Holy Son in Wanchu Holy Land, it is called the Nine Great Holy Sons. However, many people who know Yaoguang will respectfully call him the Holy Son of Waking Light.
Relying not on connections, but on real strength.
He was very powerful, standing on the cliff, watching Zhang Yuanru, his tone was very calm, but the sky full of stars appeared around him, showing extraordinary.
"I've seen Brother Xu, I've seen Brother Li."
Daoist Yaoguang stood on the cliff and greeted Shumen Shengzi and Ziqing Shengzi.
"I've seen Brother Yaoguang."
Both of them also said in unison, "Although Daoist Yaoguang is not the real Holy Son, his strength is indeed very strong, so naturally, he deserves the title.
"Faluklight? I've heard of you. You have some prestige, better than these two."
Zhang Yuanru opened his mouth, he looked at Daoist Yaoguang, and said so.
"The two holy sons just don't want to do their best. Brother Zhang's strength is extraordinary, but in Zhongzhou, he has indeed gone too far."
Daoist Yaoguang spoke, his attitude was very clear, and he maintained Zhongzhou's face.
"Oh? Passed? Passed there? Passed there? Isn't Zhongzhou always respecting strength? If you are not strong, you are not strong. If you are strong, you are strong, and if you are weak, you are weak. Why make so many excuses?"
Zhang Yuanru replied calmly, but these words were full of sharpness.
"Since this is the case, Fluctlight wants to ask for advice."
Daoist Yaoguang spoke slowly.
"You come, that's it!"
Zhang Yuanru is extremely confident, but he does have capital confidence.
Boom!
In an instant, Daoist Yaoguang made a move, and the Big Dipper emerged behind him. The terrifying power of the stars was killed, surrounded by the stars, and turned into myriad divine lights.
Surrounded by seven ancient stars, they turned into star armor and smashed a mountain with one shot.
boom!
Zhang Yuanru condensed the Dao Pagoda, and forcibly withstood this blow. However, Daoist Yaoguang was really strong. This blow caused a roar from the Dao Pagoda, and it almost shattered.
"good!"
"As expected of Brother Yaoguang."
"Wonderful!"
"Brother Yaoguang, come on, let's dampen the spirit of this group of people!"
A series of voices sounded, and the monks in Zhongzhou puffed up their chests instantly, and they cheered and encouraged.
After all, this is the territory of Zhongzhou in the end, and the personal grievances on weekdays are nothing. What we need to do now is to suppress the foreign monks.
This battle was very fierce. Daoist Yaoguang used the seven-star Taoism to evolve into a seven-star, wearing a star armor, fearless of all attacks, and his shots were even more violent. Every punch was like a big star bombardment.
Fist to the flesh, bombarding Zhang Yuanru's Dao Pagoda.
Zhang Yuanru was beaten back again and again, and the two pushed five hundred miles horizontally, destroying many mountains and rivers. Fortunately, there are barren mountains near Mingyue Ancient City, and no innocent people were hurt.
Their battle was extremely exciting.
At the end of the fight, seven big stars were condensed in the palms of Daoist Yaoguang, illuminating thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, showing an invincible posture.
Zhang Yuanru really felt the pressure.
He backed up again and again, and the Dao Pagoda was even more crumbling, as if it might disintegrate at any time.
boom!
As the battle intensified, Yaoguang Daoist's fists were invincible, and the seven-star ancient fist opened and closed, killing the world's light. He tried his best to bombard Zhang Yuanru's Dao Pagoda with the unity of energy and spirit.
The roar was deafening, like thunder from the sky.
Click! Click! Click!
Zhang Yuanru Dao Pagoda collapsed, disintegrating piece by piece, and finally lost all brilliance.
In the ancient city, everyone was paying attention to the battle, and everyone held their breath. After seeing the result, cheers rang out in an instant.
"Good! Daoist Yaoguang is worthy of being the Tenth Son."
"The Holy Son of Wavelight is invincible!"
"The Seven Star Ancient Sect has really produced a peerless genius."
"This is too strong, gather the seven stars, break through ten thousand spells."
"Hmph, is it strong? I'm not bragging, this punch hit me, and I died on the spot."
"One more punch? I guess the punch wind can kill me."
"Hmph, aren't you Dongtu monks arrogant? Continue to be arrogant?"
"Cultivator Dongtu, that's all."
One after another voices sounded, and the real Yaoguang's victory over Zhang Yuanru was a great joy for the monks in Zhongzhou.
The Zhongzhou monks cheered. These days, they are indeed aggrieved. They are obviously in the territory of Zhongzhou, but they were suppressed by a group of Eastern monks. They naturally refused to accept it.
However, at this moment, a voice came from the ancient city.
"Brother Zhang, don't hide anymore, let's solve it quickly, the food and drink are going to be cold."
With this voice sounded.
In an instant, Mingyue Ancient City was extremely silent.
And above the void five hundred miles away.
Zhang Yuanru smiled.
He looked at Daoist Yaoguang, then couldn't help but nodded and said: "Very good, you were able to smash the pagoda that I condensed with 30% Taoism, but that's all for now."
Zhang Yuanru's tone was calm.
However, at the next moment, there was a bang.
In an instant, the spiritual energy in a radius of thousands of miles was instantly drained and replaced by eighty-one ancient divine lights behind Zhang Yuanru.
Boom! ! !
Boom! ! !
A more resplendent pagoda appeared. This pagoda, with ninety-nine and eighty-one floors, is as huge as a thousand feet, and it is lifelike. Surrounding the avenue of light, it blooms with a myriad of divine lights, which is extremely terrifying and extraordinary.
The pagoda appeared, suppressed the mountains and rivers of millions of miles, and the space was solidified, as heavy as the ancient sacred mountain, which was too terrifying.
This is Zhang Yuanru's true strength.
More than ten times stronger than before
Boom!
The pagoda vibrated, and Wan Dao's divine light charged towards the real Yaoguang.
The latter frowned, and seven terrifying stars appeared in an instant, resisting the Myriad Dao Divine Light.
Immediately afterwards, he withdrew and returned to the outside of Mingyue Ancient City.
He frowned, pondered for a while, and soon his voice sounded.
"I surrender!"
The real person Yaoguang is very direct, admit defeat directly, without any sloppy.
In an instant, the Zhongzhou monk's face became ugly again.
Daoist Yaoguang, known as the tenth holy son, also lost.
This is not a good thing.
Let this Tianjiao grand meeting cast a layer of gloom.
"You are indeed very strong. It is an insult to you to be called the tenth holy son. If you let me say, you should be the number one holy son. I have a backhand, and I don’t want to really fight, but even if you try your best, you can’t beat me, because I still have a hole card.”
Zhang Yuanru said condescendingly.
He admits the strength of Master Yaoguang, and even fully knows that Master Yaoguang still has backhands, but he is extremely confident.
He thought that even if Daoist Yaoguang really gave it a go, he would not be able to defeat him.
However, the real Fluctlight did not answer.
Just looked at each other calmly.
"Top ten holy sons, I have lost three in a row, and there are seven remaining. Except for the Linglong saint, do you want to try again? It will also avoid any dissatisfaction."
Zhang Yuanru was aloof and extremely confident.
He defeated three holy sons in a row.
It is indeed an exaggeration.
However, an incomparably pleasant voice sounded.
lead to uproar. .
"Why... exclude me?"
It was the voice of the exquisite saint.