Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 222: Bai Qingming

Several figures flew out.

Bai Qingming, Yuan Poyun, Gu Hao, and Sha Tan took up the remaining four flags.

Those who dare to stand out must have some confidence.

Except for Lu Tong, each of the four towers occupies one, and all the people who came forward have a small reputation.

"Let me try!"

A short and stocky monk took out a round shield and scimitar, looked at the five people, and finally stared at Lu Tong.

Lu Tong narrowed his eyes.

The first one to come to your door must be ruthless.

Otherwise, people will mistake it for being a soft persimmon and pinch it endlessly.

It's very troublesome.

Under the tiger's claws, the gravel was burned red and shiny, and two fire dragons quietly emerged.

The rolling wind blades also began to converge towards the top of the head.

The stocky monk squatted down, huddled behind his round shield, circled the scimitar in his hand a few times, and threw it out violently.

Hand-off knife.

The moment the knife came out, the stocky monk rolled down, wrapped up several layers of sand, and turned into a huge maracas, rolling forward.

"Well done!"

Lu Tong did not dodge or dodge, and rushed towards the sword light.

The moment the sword light approached, a whip shadow flashed past.

The scales on the tail are already as hard as iron, but after being refined with the "Three Yuan Armor", they become even more like a magic weapon.

One tail flew away the scimitar.

He raised his hand, and the wind knife half a foot long fell into his hand.

A knife fell.

The maracas collapse.

The stocky monk huddled behind his shield and was escaping under the sand.

Lu Tong took two steps to catch up.

A layer of golden light appeared on the tail, inserted into the gravel, as if it were parting the water surface, and swept across it.

"Dang!"

The crisp sound of metal hitting.

The tail swept the round shield, and with the majestic force, the short monk and his shield were swept into the air.

"I surrender!"

The stocky monk wanted to quit.

He ignored it, the fire dragon snaked under the tiger's claws, and he was close to the past in an instant.

Clenched a fist with his right hand, and all the muscles in his body turned into a thick fleshy python. When he punched it down, it was like a python coming out of its hole.

"Boom!"

Amid the dull impact, the buckler scattered into dozens of fragments, large and small.

The stocky monk flew out backwards and crashed into the far wall without making any sound.

"Huh."

He exhaled and fell back to the flag.

There were whispers all around.

A long-armed monk came out, approached Sha Tan, and said: "You have a relationship with Sha Hu, so you can't hold the flag."

"Yes!"

"Any half-demon can do it, but not the sand fox!"

A few more monks stood up and surrounded Sha Tan.

Lu Tong turned his head and looked.

But he found that Sha Tan was looking at him.

In an instant, Lu Tong understood why Sha Tan was so close to him that he was even willing to borrow a magic weapon like the Sha Tan jacket.

Facing monks, half-demon is an alien after all.

And he is half the same kind.

"Whether you can take it or not is up to you."

Sha Tan took a step forward, his whole body vibrated with magic power, and turned into a giant sand fox.

The other side.

Yuan Poyun and Gu Feng also took action one after another.

Bai Qingming is unchallenged.

For a while, there was a lot of noise in the field:

The sword is as fast and fierce as a tiger;

The light of the sword appears and disappears;

There are also spells, including sand beasts, salon rolls, sand spines, wind knives, fire rain...

After a long time, the dust finally settled, leaving only the first five people:

Lu Tong, Bai Qingming, Yuan Poyun, Gu Hao, Sha Tan.

"Who is still dissatisfied?"

Shi Gao stood up, waited for a few breaths, nodded slightly and said: "Since there is no one, then..."

"Wait!"

A clear voice came from the horizon.

A young man in a white shirt flew up on the wind, hanging above with his men, and said with a smile: "You guys have been waiting for a long time!"

"Dou Yi, it seems I didn't invite you today."

Shi Gao rose into the air and hung opposite the boy in white shirt.

The young man in white shirt looked calm and said: "Without me, will Xingshan still be Xingshan?"

Lu Tong looked up.

Dou Yi finally saw his true face.

With his fair face, small mouth and beautiful eyebrows, he doesn’t look like a bandit at all.

He glanced at Dou Ming a few times and then at Shi Gao, with only one thought left in his mind:

Fight.

Shi Gao said: "What are you doing here?"

"Come and see the flag of our Xingshan Army."

Dou Ming stood in front of the five people, looked at them one by one, and said with a smile: "Not bad, Gui, you try it."

"Yes."

A skinny man with black hair hanging down his waist responded and raised his steps.

Lu Tong's heart suddenly tightened. He looked around and felt something was not good.

He is the only "outsider" here.

Historians plan to use the Xingshan Army to weaken Dou Tong step by step.

Dou Yi simply hammered in two nails.

Ghost Eagle, the head of the Three Eagles, is a very hard and sharp nail.

The ghost's legs were raised and lowered slowly, like an old man with weak waist and legs, but he walked a long way with one step.

Half walk, half jump, half float.

He walked to Lu Tong in two steps and took two more steps without stopping.

"Bai Qingming, long time no see."

Lu Tong's eyelids twitched wildly, and waves of warmth surged from his heart.

He actually chose a historian directly.

Head-on confrontation.

The people below start fighting first, and the people above will not be far away.

After waiting for more than a year, causing trouble, framing and provoking, the opportunity is finally coming.

He clenched his fists hard and slowly calmed down.

Bai Qingming's face was rosy, even redder when he wore a red robe. The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a smile that moved the beards.

"It must have been thirty years since we last fought?"

"I won't hold back this time."

"Haha, neither can I."

The two of them were still having a conversation one moment, and they were already fighting each other the next moment.

In an instant.

The ghost separated into three afterimages, all of which stretched out his right hand, like an eagle's beak, pecking at the center of his eyebrows, throat, and lower body.

Bai Qingming's red robe fluttered, and his whole body was shaken by magic power. He brought out three pairs of white carp and greeted them respectively.

A series of turbulent currents shot out, and the surrounding monks scattered to avoid them.

"It's awesome, it's hard to guard against."

"What a clever force-relieving spell, I'm afraid no one in the foundation-building realm can break it."

"Not necessarily, it's too fast."

A few monks communicated in low voices ~IndoMTL.com~ Considering that Shi Gao and Dou Ming were nearby, they spoke very cryptically.

Lu Tong stared at the field carefully.

The ghost has already separated into five afterimages, and Bai Qingming has also shot five pairs of white carps.

"What do you think?"

A subtle mana came, and Sha Tan's voice rang in his ears.

He turned around and saw that Sha Tan had followed him at some point.

"Ghost Eagle is not very familiar with it. His moves are fast and weird. Master Bai... Master Bai is a little overwhelmed."

Lu Tong and Bai Qingming fought dozens of times.

They are very familiar with each other.

Bai Qingming's spells are exquisite and his magic power is very powerful, but his physical body is too weak.

When encountering ordinary monks, you can use magic to gain the upper hand.

But in the competition between masters, there must be strengths and weaknesses.

Sha Tan sent a message again: "Ghost Eagle is about to win."

As soon as he finished speaking, the five afterimages in the field instantly merged into one.

The ghost eagle flew away, bent its elbow and smashed down, billowing mana poured out, and the whole person turned into an eagle head.

The elbow is an eagle's beak, and the body is an eagle's head.

Bai Qingming folded his arms, and the five pairs of white carps turned into one pair and faced him again.

The two collided and blew up a violent wind.

Bai Qingming took three steps back in a row.

The eagle's beak pressed closer and closer, opening a small gap.

The two white carps are still swimming wildly.

At this time, the eagle's beak opened and a black light flew out, like a toad sticking out its tongue.

"Ah..."

Bai Qingming lowered his head and looked at his chest.

Lu Tong's eyes widened and he couldn't help but scream.

"This!"

A dark dagger was inserted into Bai Qingming's chest.

After two breaths, Bai Qingming fell to the ground on his back.

"Dou Yi!"

"Ghost, what happened?"

Shi Gao and Dou Ming were confronting each other.

Lu Tong stared at Bai Qingming's body, his mind surging like a frenzy.

The opportunity seems to have come.