Half-demon Raising Immortals

Chapter 223 Bai Qingming

Several figures flew out.

Bai Qingming, Yuan Poyun, Gu Hao, and Sha Tan occupied the remaining four banners.

Those who dare to stand out must have some confidence.

Except for Lutong, each of the four towers occupied one, and all the people who came forward were well-known.

"I'll try!"

A short and sturdy monk took out his round shield and scimitar, looked at the five people, and finally fixed his eyes on Lutong.

Lu Tong narrowed his eyes.

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

Otherwise, people will mistakenly think it is a soft persimmon, and you can pinch it endlessly.

Very troublesome.

Under the tiger's claws, the gravel was burned red and shiny, and two fire dragons came out silently.

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

The short and stout monk crouched halfway, shrunk behind the round shield, circled the scimitar a few times in his hand, and threw it violently.

Get rid of the knife.

The moment the knife came out, the short and sturdy monk rolled down, wrapped in several layers of sand, turned into a huge sand ball, and rolled forward.

"Good come!"

Lu Tong didn't dodge or dodge, and charged towards the light of the saber.

The moment the knife light approached, a whip shadow flashed.

The scales on the tail are as hard as iron, but after being sacrificed by the "Three Yuan Armor", it is even more like a magic weapon.

Flying the scimitar with one tail.

He raised his hand, and the half-length wind knife fell into his hand.

A knife fell.

Maracas collapse.

The short and stout monk huddled behind the shield and fled under the sand.

Lu Tong took two steps forward.

There was a layer of golden light on the tail, and it inserted into the gravel, as if pushing away the surface of the water, and swept past.

"when!"

Crisp metal crash.

The tail swept the round shield, and under the majestic force, the short and strong monk was swept into the air with the shield.

"I surrender!"

The stocky friar wanted to quit.

He ignored it, and the fire dragon snaked under the tiger's claws, approaching in an instant.

Clenching a fist with his right hand, the muscles and muscles of his whole body turned into a thick meat python, and he punched it down, like a python coming out of a hole.

"Boom!"

Amidst the dull impact, the round shield was scattered into dozens of pieces of different sizes.

The short and stout monk flew upside down and smashed his head against the wall in the distance, without making any more sound.

"call."

He exhaled and fell back to the flag.

There was a murmur around.

A long-armed monk came out, approached Sha Tan, and said, "You have something to do with Shahu, so you can't hold the flag."

"Correct!"

"Any half-demon is fine, except the sand fox!"

Several monks stood up and surrounded Sha Tan.

Lu Tong turned his head to look.

But found that Sha Tan was looking at him.

In an instant, Lu Tong somewhat understood why Sha Tan was so close to him, even willing to borrow such a magic weapon as the sand fox coat.

Facing monks, half-demons are different after all.

And he is half of the same kind.

"It doesn't matter if you can take it or not."

Sha Tan took a step, his whole body vibrated with mana, and turned into a huge sand fox.

the other side.

Yuan Poyun and Gu Feng also attacked one after another.

No one challenged Bai Qingming.

All of a sudden, the field was full of rumors:
The sword light is as fast as a tiger;
The sword light flashes and disappears;

There are also spells, sand beasts, sand tornadoes, sand thorns, wind knives, fire rain...

After a long time, the dust finally settled, leaving behind the first five people:
Lu Tong, Bai Qingming, Yuan Poyun, Gu Hao, Sha Tan.

"Who is still not convinced?"

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

"and many more!"

A clear voice came from the sky.

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

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

Shi Gao soared into the sky, hanging in front of the boy in white shirt.

The boy in white shirt looked calm and said, "Xingshan is still Xingshan without me?"

Lu Tong looked up.

Dou Wang finally saw his true colors.

Baimian, Xiaokou, and Xiumei don't look like Sand Bandits at all.

He glanced at Dou Wang, then at Shi Gao, with only one thought left in his mind:
fight.

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

"Look at the flag head of our Xingshan Army."

Dou Wang fell in front of the five people, glanced at each of them, and said with a smile: "That's right, ghost, try it."

"Yes."

A skinny man with black hair hanging down his waist agreed and raised his footsteps.

Lu Tong's heart tightened suddenly, he looked around and felt something was wrong.

Here, he is the only "outsider".

Historians intend to use the Xingshan Army to weaken Dou Wang step by step.

Dou Wang simply hit two nails directly.

Ghost Eagle, the head of the three eagles, is a very hard and sharp nail.

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

Half walk, half jump, half float.

He walked up 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 gushed out of his heart.

He actually chose the historian directly.

Head-to-head.

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

After waiting for more than a year, making wind and rain, framing and provoking, the opportunity finally came.

He clenched his fists hard and slowly calmed down.

Bai Qingming's face was rosy, and his red robe was even redder.The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a smiling face, driving his beards.

"It should have been 30 years since the last fight?"

"I won't hold back this time."

"Haha, neither will I."

The two were still talking in the last moment, and they had already played against each other in the next moment.

In an instant.

The ghost made three afterimages, all of which stretched out their right hands, like an eagle's beak, pecking at the center of the eyebrows, throat, and genitals.

Bai Qing's red robe fluttered, his whole body was shaken by mana, and he brought out three pairs of white carps to meet them respectively.

One after another turbulent flow shot out, and the surrounding monks scattered to avoid it.

"It's amazing, it's impossible to guard against."

"It's such a coincidental unloading spell, I'm afraid no one in the Foundation Establishment Realm can break it."

"Not necessarily, too fast."

Several monks communicated in low voices, considering that Shi Gao and Dou Wang were nearby, they spoke very cryptically.

Lu Tong stared at the field seriously.

Ah Gui has already separated five afterimages, and Bai Qingming has also shot five pairs of white carps.

"What do you think?"

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

He turned his head to look, and Sha Tan didn't know when he followed beside him.

"Ghost Eagle is not very familiar with it, and its moves are fast and weird. Master Bai...Master Bai is a bit overwhelmed."

Lu Tong and Bai Qingming fought dozens of times.

They are very familiar with each other.

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

When encountering ordinary monks, they can rely on spells to gain the upper hand.

But in the battle of masters, there must be strengths, not weaknesses.

Sha Tan said again via voice transmission: "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 forward, bent its elbows and smashed down, mana gushed out, and the whole person turned into an eagle's head.

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

Bai Qingming clasped his arms together, and the five pairs of white carps turned into a pair and went up to meet them again.

The two collided, shaking off a gust of wind.

Bai Qingming took three steps back.

The eagle's beak pressed forward step by step, pecking open a 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.

"what……"

Bai Qingming lowered his head and looked at his chest.

Lu Tong's eyes widened, and he couldn't help screaming.

"This!"

A dark short sword was stuck in Bai Qingming's chest.

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

"Dou Wang!"

"Ghost, what happened?"

Shi Gao and Dou Wang confronted each other.

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

The opportunity seems to have come.

(End of this chapter)