Chapter 1247 Fist Into Form, Steal Tower

"Recovered." Fatty Pan also took out the jade pendant to look at it carefully, and said: "The score has not changed, but the record of the fat pig is gone. Oh, it was my uncle who took the lead and won with one enemy and five victories." One game!"

Fatty Pan was very depressed.

Yang Qingxuan put away the jade pendant, sat cross-legged in the void, and stared at the crystal tower again.

Fatty Pan said in shock: "Boss, take it easy and don't make any more trouble!"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

After the battle between the Elf King and the man in the Ancient Spiritual Tree, the entire Pupil of Dark Night fell silent. He cast the secret art of night travel and directly entered the inside of the Pupil of Dark Night. He could not sense the existence of the Elf King at all, nor could he Those two golden pages.

It proves that during the battle between the Elf King and that person, he was injured to some extent, or he was deliberately hidden to see him. After all, he has never shown up for so long. If it weren't for the appearance of "Book of Four Seasons of Heaven and Earth", it is possible that the Elf King would never show up.

And the person in the ancient tree of spiritual heart, who was defeated in the first battle, must not dare to appear casually.

Sure enough, through the Daoyun Crystal Tower, Yang Qingxuan directly glimpsed the clear body of the soul, and his consciousness came to the ancient tree space again. Except for the luxuriant branches and leaves, and most of the aura recovered, there was no abnormality.

He cast his fiery eyes on the ancient tree, and there was no one in it.

Yang Qingxuan sighed, and suddenly felt that the world was far more complicated than he thought, and all kinds of powerful people were by no means as simple as the top ten and twenty-four on the surface.

"However, such a world is more interesting."

Yang Qingxuan smiled lightly, then turned around and left the ancient tree space.

The one hundred and eight thousand combinations in the Daoyun Crystal Tower have been firmly remembered by Yang Qingxuan.

And the return of the broken pages makes the "Book of Four Seasons of Heaven and Earth" intact, which records all the structures of all things. When the time comes, you can directly understand the golden pages.

Although I can't find the Elf King now, as long as my strength keeps improving and I rush into the Realm King, it will be impossible for the Elf King in the purple pupil to avoid him.

Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes in front of the Daoyun Crystal Tower, and said three words lightly, "Push the tower."

Fatty Pan quickly asked, "How?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "The old way, the four of you stay here, I will go to find out the truth first, if the enemy is not strong, I will just push it away."

As he spoke, his figure changed into a swan and went straight into the sky.

Fatty Pan was horrified, looking at the white dot that disappeared into the sky, he muttered to himself: "Could it be that this supernatural power is... Emperor Kong's... seventy-two..."

His lips trembled slightly, and he didn't know what to say behind him.

Yang Qingxuan spread his wings and roamed the sky, and soon entered the enchantment range of the enemy's crystal tower.

His pupils shrank, and he looked with piercing eyes. Five people were sitting cross-legged in front of the blue crystal tower.

Yang Qingxuan has seen the costumes of these people. They belong to one of the six families, the Xuanming Wei family.

After entering the defensive enchantment of the crystal tower, the other party reacted, and all five of them became alert.

Yang Qingxuan changed again in the air, directly turning into a space-time giant, and disappeared in place in a flash.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the crystal tower, with five fingers clenched, the space of the entire crystal tower was distorted, with his fist as the collapse point, countless thin threads spiraled around.

This is exactly the space-time giant's ability to control space, gathering all the quality of space into a punch, and then hitting it away, producing the effect of space explosion.

"stop!"

The five members of the Wei family were all horrified. Under the barrier defense of the Daoyun crystal tower, and the five of them were vigilant in their spiritual sweeps, they were able to quietly enter behind them and directly steal the tower.

This kind of stealthy supernatural power is too heaven-defying!

Wei Feipeng, the disciple headed by the Wei family, let out a loud roar, with blue light continuously emitting from his body, covering his whole body like armor, in the form of a huge tortoise shell, and then he punched in the air, and punched him violently.

"In front of my Xuanming Wei family, don't be presumptuous!"

That punch was pushed very slowly, as if he was slowing down, but all the distortions in the surrounding space were released under that punch, and they continued to recover smoothly.

Moreover, the strength of the fist formed a huge cage around Yang Qingxuan.

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback and found that he was stepping on a huge turtle and snake!

"Xuanwu transformed from a fist image!"

Yang Qingxuan's fiery eyes flashed, and he saw that the basalt form was the result of the martial arts in Wei Feipeng's hands.

"Xuanming Wei's family is really famous, and they must have preserved a complete or almost complete "Xuanming Baolu"."

While Yang Qingxuan was pondering, the other four people also shot one after another, all with bright eyes, shouting and punching.

The boxing techniques of the five people are exactly the same, and they all have the same vein, so they can definitely be the supernatural powers in the treasure book.

Yang Qingxuan let out a soft drink, and immediately displayed the supernatural power of turning one into three, squeezed the space in his hand, and hit the five people.

"Boom!"

Countless space axes were broken, and before the five fists, a bottomless abyss suddenly collapsed, and a powerful spiritual pressure emerged, turning into an invisible wall of energy, blocking all five fists!

"what?!"

Wei Feipeng was terrified and paled in panic.

After the fisting intentions of the five of them were suppressed, the basaltic tortoise and snake transformed by the fisting intentions instantly faded.

And Yang Qingxuan threw two more punches almost at the same time.

"Dao Slayer Dragon Fist!"

"Boom!"

Two blue dragons appeared in the air, and in a flash, they merged into the fist and slammed away!

"Boom!"

Two fists hit the Daoyun Crystal Tower at the same time, blasting countless cracks. In an instant, the Crystal Tower exploded without any suspense, turning into countless broken crystals.

The blue light shone on the faces of the five members of the Xuanming family, all of whom were dull and unbelievable.

The scene in front of me began to disappear little by little.

Wei Feipeng shouted suddenly: "Who are you?!"

But Yang Qingxuan didn't answer, but withdrew his fist and stood in the air with his hands behind his back.

That ghostly mask with blue teeth was deeply imprinted in Wei Feipeng's mind, never to be lingered.

"Li Xuan, one point for victory, one point for consecutive victories, one point for best player in the game, one point for the current score, a total of seven points."

Yang Qingxuan glanced at the jade pendant, and frowned slightly. It seemed that he had won faster, and he was about to win before sending Huaqing Hualing and Fatty Pan away.

"I didn't pay attention for a while, and won the best player in the game. What should I do now, do I want to lose a few games on purpose?" Yang Qingxuan's frown deepened, and his figure disappeared into the battlefield.

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On another battlefield, under the cover of the red crystal enchantment, the two teams are fighting.

Among them, the attacker is the blue party, who is dressed in uniform blue clothes, and is a member of the blue-eyed witch family.

The other team was made up of a few loose warriors, but only four of them were desperately resisting, and the other white-robed man was placed outside the battlefield, as if the battle in front of him had nothing to do with her.

The man in white robe stood with his hands behind his back, with a thin gold silk and white jade mask on his face.