On the Wuhun Plaza in the center of Longxing City, a fierce melee of weapons and souls was going on. All the forces that wanted to compete for the qualification to be the first sect of the weapons and souls sent out their sect's best cauldron-carrying warriors.
However, the fierce battle has been going on until now, but no strong man has appeared like Tuoba Hong who swept the whole field. Just when everyone thought that the situation was going to be anxious like this, two figures jumped up,
A shocking power erupted.
The two men jumped up into the sky at the same time, with their backs to the blazing sun, they unleashed the final blow of their martial spirits. The powerful and heavy hammer crashed to the ground like a meteor, sweeping out two empty circles with just one blow.
"This martial spirit is the Clear Sky Hammer, the best martial spirit in the world."
"The Clear Sky Hammer, it's actually the Clear Sky Hammer. The people from the Clear Sky Sect are finally here."
"The No. 1 sect in the world has come out, and it's really exciting this time."
"Haotian Sect, Haotian Sect has finally appeared, it is the best sect in the world."
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Countless strong men of the older generation looked at the two men sweeping across the arena, with excitement in their eyes.
The new generation of young strong men may only know the supreme power of Wuhun Palace, but in the eyes of the older generation of strong men, the era decades ago was the prosperous age of the sect world. The seven major sects led by the No. 1 sect in the world
Sect, abide by the etiquette that can rival Wuhun Palace.
"Haotian Hammer, you really can't bear it anymore."
On the ring, Yang Hao stared at the two figures with a complicated look in his eyes, then abandoned his opponent and rushed towards the person on the left.
"Haha, is this the best martial spirit in the world? I have long wanted to fight you."
Yang Hao's previous opponent was none other than Feng Cang from the Fengjian Sect. Seeing the people from the Haotian Sect appear, he didn't care about Yang Hao's departure. Instead, he raised his sword and fired at another person.
In three steps, Yang Hao came to the other corner of the ring. He was not afraid of the Haotian Sect strongman. He fired seven shots at various vital parts of his body. Unfortunately, he was dodged with all the previous six moves, and only the seventh shot
Click on the opponent's Clear Sky Hammer.
"Ding!"
The gun and hammer collided, and fierce soul power fluctuations suddenly erupted. Yang Hao was directly knocked away by the majestic force, and the Haotian Sect strongman also had his cloak thrown over to reveal his true face.
This man has broad shoulders and a broad back, a straight nose and a square mouth, with short hair like a steel needle. He looks about thirty years old, with bulging muscles hidden under a black gown. He looks like a lion ready to go.
Full of strong and powerful feeling.
"Tang Long, it's actually you. You Haotian Sect, these rats, are finally willing to give up."
Yang Hao is in his thirties this year. Before Haotian closed the mountain and retired to hermitage, he also stayed in the Haotian Sect. As an outstanding genius of the Po clan, he naturally knows some of the descendants of the Haotian Sect of similar age.
"Brother Yang, no one thought about what happened back then, so why bother?"
Tang Long sighed, he had quite complicated feelings towards Yang Hao, his former playmate. This was once one of his own, but now he was on the same level as their Haotian Sect, and he showed no mercy in the arena.
Yang Hao was not interested in discussing friendship with Tang Long, so he attacked again with the soul-breaking gun in his hand, "Stop talking nonsense, today I'm going to see if you rats have the guts to escape from the rat hole."
"Alas! Why bother."
Tang Long sighed again, but he did not dare to be careless in the slightest. Black light shone, and the aura on his body suddenly became condensed. In the rich black light, his Clear Sky Hammer seemed to be surrounded by a layer of black flames.
His Clear Sky Hammer has a handle about three meters long, a hammer head as big as a bucket, two yellow, two purple, two black, and six soul rings arranged neatly and orderly on the hammer body.
As soon as the Haotian Hammer came out, the martial arts nearby on the ring were greatly suppressed. Tang Long's temperament immediately changed. His aura became calmer and more solemn, like solid granite, standing there without any trace.
flaw.
"die!"
Yang Hao attacked again, showing no fear of the powerful Clear Sky Hammer, only attacking but not defending, thrusting forward with his spear. This is the essence of the Po clan.
"Hey!"
Tang Long roared, and with a horizontal movement of the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, he hit the tip of Yang Hao's spear with great accuracy.
With a muffled bang, black light burst out from the tip of Yang Hao's spear, and his whole body couldn't help but slide back, leaving two deep friction marks on the ring.
The Clear Sky Hammer is known as the best martial spirit in the world. It specializes in destroying the world's powerful offensive martial arts. What it is best at is overwhelming people with force.
The Po Zhi Clan's life-threatening offensive method was completely restrained when it met the Haotian Sect's random cloak hammering method.
When it comes to skills, the Haotian Sect is stronger than the Po Yi Clan. The Po Zhi Clan's attacks are difficult to break the Clear Sky Hammer and cause direct damage, and their strength is not as good as the direct descendants of the Haotian Sect.
Just like when Yang Hao faced Tang Long now, his attacks would be blocked by Tang Long, and the power of Tang Long's hammer was at least several thousand kilograms, which would completely crush him.
If Yang Hao wanted to win in this situation, he couldn't fight Tang Long head-on. He had to be able to attack Tang Long's body and even his vitals. This way he still had a chance to come back.
But it is obvious that Yang Hao is not Yang Wudi. Yang Wudi can rely on his own fierceness and eyesight skills to compete with the titled Douluo, but Yang Hao is just a mediocre Po Yi Clan Soul Emperor.
Although Tang Long is not a genius like Tang Hao, he can be valued by Tang Xiao and his own strength and potential are not bad. Whether it is skill or strength, he can crush Yang Hao. Under normal circumstances, Yang Hao has no chance.
"Brother Yang, give in."
In the arena, Yang Hao used a round of soul ring skills and tried his best to launch an attack. However, facing Tang Long who was cautious and far stronger than him, the miracle did not favor him after all.
However, Tang Long missed his old friendship and still did not attack him harshly. He just waited for him to lose his strength and tried to persuade him kindly, hoping that Yang Hao would retreat when he saw the difficulties.
"Haotian Sect, Haotian Hammer, haha, do you think you have won?"
Yang Hao also understood at this time that he was no match for Tang Long, and he would only bring humiliation to himself if he continued. He glanced coldly at Tang Long and Tang Hu on the other side, and said in a cold voice: "Tang Long, don't be proud, Hao
Tianzong will not have good results."
After saying these words, he jumped out of the ring decisively. At this time, on the other side of the ring, Feng Cang of the Fengjian Sect was beaten by a sturdy man and was beaten to death. In the end, he had no choice but to leave the stage.
"Bah! That bastard Feng Jian Sect only knows how to hide, yet he still covets the position of the best martial spirit in the world. I think he is not as good as that Yang Hao."
After defeating Feng Cang, Tang Hu spat and cooperated with Tang Long to sweep the ring. Looking at the unconvinced eyes of the group below, he was also very unhappy and complained to Tang Long, "Tang Long, you look like you are too aggressive.
To put it mildly, these people are still not convinced."
"Tang Hu, if our Haotian Sect wants to regain a foothold, in addition to showing its strength, we must also win over some allies."
Tang Long looked with a headache at the strong man in front of him who had always wanted to compete with him for the Haotian Sect's chief disciple. He couldn't say much about the latter's temper.
Tang Hu was even older than him. The two of them were the best among the three generations of disciples, and they were still in a competitive relationship with each other. Tang Hu would not listen to his words at all.
Tang Hu said nonchalantly: "I know, so I held back just now."
"Stop talking about it now, the sect leader is here."
Tang Long noticed that Tang Xiao and others in the square below had lifted their cloaks, and realized that the sect master and the elders were about to appear, so he quickly stopped Tang Hu who wanted to continue talking.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh..."
The sound of rushing wind suddenly sounded in the sky. Countless people subconsciously looked over the ring, but suddenly found that six figures had appeared on the ring.
These six figures are all burly and strong men. The five old men have white hair and are very imposing. However, the one who attracts the most attention is naturally the middle-aged man in the middle of the crowd.
This middle-aged man looked to be in his forties. He was two meters tall, with a muscular back, a face as sharp as a knife, and short gray hair.
The middle-aged man is naturally Tang Xiao, the leader of the Haotian Sect. At this time, he is wearing a simple black suit and standing on the ring, as if he is the center of the entire square.
At two meters tall, he may not be particularly tall, but this man stands like a majestic mountain, making people look at him with awe.
"I, Haotian Sect, am back."
Tang Xiao just said a simple sentence, and then the wild aura without any concealment swept across all directions, and huge pressure suddenly enveloped the entire square.
Countless people subconsciously held their breath and stared intently at Tang Xiao in the center of the ring, feeling supreme awe in their hearts.
"Number one in the world, Haotian is invincible."
Extremely enthusiastic shouts rang out in the square. Hundreds of Haotian Sect disciples had been waiting for this day for too long. When Tang Xiao announced that the Haotian Sect was back, they all raised their right hands involuntarily.
Countless black lights erupted in the square, and the soul power of the Clear Sky Hammer connected together. Although there were only two or three hundred people, it seemed to be more frightening than the million-strong army.
"How can the seven major sects be without me, the Haotian Sect? Sect Master Ning, do you think so?"
Tang Xiao spoke again, with a powerful aura of level ninety-seven overwhelming the scene. This time his aura directly faced the Qibao Glazed Sect's camp, and he was obviously somewhat dissatisfied with Ning Fengzhi.
"Tang Xiao."
In the camp of the Qibao Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi was furious when he saw Tang Xiao being so arrogant. It was his Haotian Sect who betrayed the Qibao Glazed Tile Sect, not the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect who rebelled first.
Now that the Haotian Sect is reborn, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has not yet gone looking for trouble. Tang Xiao is so aggressive. Does he think that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's behavior of competing for the top of the sect has gone too far? This is simply a joke.
"Haotian Sect, you are so brave. Back then, Wuhun Palace promised you to seal off the mountain to avoid disaster, but it was a promise for a hundred years. Now, in less than twenty years, you have come out, and you have refused to release Wuhun Palace."
In your eyes?"
An unexpected voice rang in the ears of countless people. This voice was not very loud, but it was very clear and could be heard throughout Longxing City. This made many powerful people feel terrible.