"In Xia Ye Lang, you are Yang Xuan?"

"Exactly"

Ye Lang was full of interest, "Those people just now are too weak, you should make me work hard."

Seeing that this self-righteous kid in front of him was entangled, Hu Yanlie's heart was indescribably happy, judging from the performance of the situation just now, even if this Ye Lang couldn't eliminate it, it would inevitably bring him some trouble, but this was much more dark than his own hands against him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The corners of Yang Xuan's mouth raised slightly, it was useless to talk about the matter so far, this Ye Lang made it clear that he was here to trouble himself, or maybe it was really a skill itch, but it didn't matter, at least now, it seemed that he was going to be a superior to himself.

He noticed that this Ye Lang had never used a weapon, but he was also a strong opponent.

"Let's make a move"

"Good" Ye Lang didn't procrastinate, he shouted, drumming up the emerald green true yuan, his body was tumbling vigorously, showing a faint green halo, one hand, and a long stick suddenly appeared in his hand, he was actually a master with a stick.

"Wood attributes?

With a "whoosh", while Yang Xuan was thinking in his heart, Ye Lang's long stick broke through the air, held one end with one hand, and shook it vigorously, tearing out a misty light curtain with a rich blue color, and hit Yang Xuan's head.

The characteristics of the wood attribute true element lie in its recovery ability, the damage of a single true element is far less than the fire attribute, or the explosion of the thunder attribute, but it is better than the long and mellow, and the use of such a long stick relies on the advantages of weapons, and the strength of the flesh to make up for the shortcomings of the lack of attack in the true element, some doorways.

"Good routine" admired in his heart, but there was no ambiguity in his hand, the golden light flashed, and the dust pen reappeared, but at this moment it is no longer a three-foot long appearance, but a long phantom directly rising, like a giant pen, between both hands, it is really like a strange-shaped spear, especially spectacular.

"Since you're going to wrestle, let's see which of us is stronger"

The giant mortal dust pen instantly greeted it, bringing up a handful of brilliant golden thunder, crackling.

Obviously, Yang Xuan's weapon made Ye Lang stunned, but he didn't expect it to be a strange thing, compared with ordinary knives, guns, sticks, etc., it was less sharp, but more strange and mysterious, which made him a little confused.

However, the offensive has been completed, and it is extremely difficult to change the move, so it is better to fight for it, "it's good to come"

As soon as the words fell, the pen and the shadow of the stick collided suddenly, and countless fine sparks burst out at the intersection location, and some even burned up, igniting the tip of the long stick.

Ye Lang only felt a pain in his right hand, the tiger's mouth was torn, and drips of blood overflowed, and this collision actually injured himself.

"Huh?" Feeling bad in an instant, the rich wood-based true yuan erupted out, extinguishing a few faint flames on the tip of the stick, and the long stick shook, and the figure took a few steps back with the help of force.

On the other hand, Yang Xuan's pen flashed from thunder, and under the collision, the light was slightly dim, but on the whole, it didn't seem to be seriously traumatized.

"What a great strength! What a strong Thunder True Yuan?" Ye Lang was a little stunned, and the battle intent in his gaze as he looked at him was slightly constricted, and then became more and more solemn.

Thunder and lightning are the most tyrannical power in the natural attributes of this heaven and earth, when it encounters wood, it produces fire, when it encounters earth, it generates gold, and when it encounters water, it spreads all spirits, but this mysterious cultivator, take Hu Yanao of the Huyan family as an example, thunder is a monk, but it is a common silver thunder, and the golden thunder controlled by Yang Xuan seems to be more powerful than Hu Yanao, and there seems to be some other breath in it, but it is not clear.

"That's fine, the stronger you are, the more challenging it will be to beat you"

Ye Lang said that the previous collision was that he fell behind, which obviously did not make him feel any loss.

As soon as he spoke, the long stick shook repeatedly in his hand, and after a while, a burst of vitality rose in an instant, Yang Xuan's expression was shocked, the first time he fought with the monk of Mu Zhenyuan, he really couldn't guess the other party's means.

The next moment, that is, in the blink of an eye, Ye Lang's long stick suddenly split from the tip of the stick, turning into countless dense soft rattans, swinging wildly, and in an instant, they were already several feet long, one by one, as if they were alive, whipping the air, the stone platform, and even a few monks were closer, they couldn't dodge, and were pulled off by the bursting rattan, although the tendons were not broken and fractured, but it was also painful.

"Scattered Wood Souls"

With a low dark voice, Ye Lang's body was wrapped in a rich emerald light, and he grabbed half a long stick with both hands, and shook it in an instant, and the rattan carried a fierce momentum to pull away, and there was a whining sound along the way, extremely fast, awe-inspiring and mighty.

You don't need to look at the strength of each rattan to know that there are thousands of them here, so superimposing them is not as simple as one plus one.

"Hmph, this is good, I want to see how you take this move" Hu Yanlie sneered on the side, waiting to see Yang Xuan's joke, or the perfect arc drawn by his body at the moment he was knocked out of the stone platform.

Yang Xuan's expression became more and more solemn, the power of this move is indeed extraordinary, if you are not careful, you will be in danger of defeat.

After thinking about it in his heart, he stimulated the blood dragon shape between the flesh and blood, and the sound of the dragon's groan sounded from the body, and the shadow of the long pen disappeared, turning into three feet of mortal dust, holding the sword and holding the pen, turning the blade into a thunderbolt, wrapping around the body, stepping heavily under his feet, and the body did not retreat but advanced.

Yang Xuan didn't think about dodging, the thousands of rattan sticks that came at a gallop blocked the space that could be avoided in all directions, if he blindly dodged, he would fall into Ye Lang's arms.

"Ink Rhyme Tassel ......" Dao Dao Golden Phantom appeared after itself, like a ghost, fluctuating, this is indeed the body martial arts that Yang Xuan learned from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in his early years when he was heavy on martial arts, but after controlling the Nine Heavens Golden Thunder, he had a lot of experience in top speed, but he ignored this small range of flashing and moving.

This time I used it again, but it didn't look rusty, and it couldn't be more appropriate at this time.

"Huhuhu......" The rattans suddenly smashed down, churning back and forth, shattering the Dao Dao Phantom that Yang Xuan had left on his side, but he never touched his true body at all.

From the outside world, Yang Xuan's whole person was wrapped in thousands of rattans, and it was difficult to see it at all, but Ye Lang frowned, he knew his own move very well, don't look at this move is powerful, but it is completely void, and it has not caused any damage.

Suddenly, a golden light suddenly lit up in the complex green, and the lightning flashed, and the rattan was instantly cut off, turning into a little green light, and dissipating into the air.

Ye Lang frowned, only to feel a suffocation in his chest, as if he had been shocked by something, "This can't be ......"

"Boom" Jin Mang flashed three times in a row, and the powerful flash erupted, and the cane in the sky was smashed in a moment, and then Jin Mang castrated unabated, attacking Ye Lang, and at a cursory glance, the thunder was faintly formed into a huge righteous word, which was originally a pen, but it was extremely sharp, and at this moment it was like a trace of a sword.

In a hurry, the long stick danced rapidly, exuding a green light curtain, which could be resisted in front of him, in a vain attempt to block the way of the righteous word.

Why, the golden light collided with the green screen, stirring up a dazzling spark, and within a moment, it was declared to collapse, seeing the attack approaching, Ye Lang was in a hurry, and the long stick danced like a windmill, and a continuous turquoise light curtain emerged, consuming the attack of the golden light inch by inch.

At the same time, his footsteps continued to step, and his figure flew back, looking like Yang Xuan's attack was chasing him, which was slightly funny, but at this moment, no one laughed.

The movement here had alarmed the eyes of many monks, not to mention Hu Yanlie, who had been staring at this place, and they couldn't understand why this seemingly powerful attack was so sharp as the powerful attack of the green light.

However, after this battle, Yang Xuan's strength is indeed beyond doubt, which has been unanimously affirmed by all those who watched the battle.

"Hmph, the Ye family is just a waste"

Hu Yanlie said hatefully, the defeat is now present, and I think that this Ye Lang will definitely be eliminated.

Sure enough, he retreated repeatedly, in order to avoid the golden mang's approach, Ye Lang's feet were empty, but he didn't pay attention, stepped on the empty place, and his body staggered, but in addition to the scope of the stone platform, the golden light also suddenly stagnated at this moment and slowly dissipated.

"Ceded"

As soon as the words came out, Ye Lang, who was stunned, didn't take a moment, he came to his senses, smiled bitterly, stood in the void, hugged his fist towards Yang Xuan, didn't speak, turned around and left here, but didn't stop.

Some of the monks who watched the battle saw some doorways, this Yang Xuan's strength was extremely strong, even beyond this Ye Lang by a large margin, just looking at the majestic golden thunder attack, but just after he came out of the ring, it was declared to collapse, this embodiment of the strength of control, he Ye Lang is not an opponent, let alone someone who easily cracked Ye Lang's moves.

Yang Xuan took the invitation and stood up, his gaze swept to the side with a look of horror in his eyes, looking at his monk, and the people who saw it turned their eyes one after another, not daring to look directly, just kidding, who was defeated? That was the cultivation of the Yunhuang local family, the fourth son of the Ye family, and the peak of the True Yuan Zang.

These masters have all been defeated, and it is better not to be reckless in this small realm, it is better to wander among the crowd and take the opportunity to survive for a while longer, in case they are promoted?

I don't know how long it took, on the six stone platforms where there was still fighting at this moment, the momentum had subsided, and there were nearly a thousand people left now less than a hundred, and when it was divided equally between each stone platform, there were only about 20 people.

Seeing that the victory or defeat was about to be announced, some people from big families couldn't sit still, such as Hu Yanlie, who was on the same stage as Yang Xuan.

I don't know when, there are a few figures standing around him, the aura is extraordinary, the worst is afraid that there is the realm of True Yuan Zang, until now, those who are worse in cultivation, not so much to fight for chance, but rather to try their luck The monks are all eliminated, and the rest of the field are some real young masters, at this time, although the number of people is several times less than before, but the atmosphere is obviously more tense.

After a while, Hu Yanlie seemed to be saying something by Shen Nian Transmission, and the few young people standing next to him were all a little moved, and their eyes looked at Yang Xuan with some ill intentions.

"Hahaha, Yang Xuan, do you think that if you defeat Ye Lang, you will be able to dominate in this tower fight?"

Yang Xuan didn't make a sound, but looked at the six people including Hu Yanlie with a solemn gaze, Fan Chen's pen in his hand, a faint thunder arc shining, and his face was cold.

"Next, it's the real show, give me peace of mind to quit, Cloud Desolate Tower, it's not something that a market kid like you can enjoy"

After saying that, the six of them lined up in all directions, blocking a large area in front of Yang Xuan, looking at him unkindly, accompanied by Hu Yanlie's rampant shouting, the situation was extremely dangerous.

No one expected that at this point, it would be a scene where several people began to besiege one.