Chapter Eighty-Eight: Capture the Token

Rumble!

After the battle between Yang Yuanhao and Ma Liandi, the snatching of tokens became even more intense. After Brother Ma Lian www.biquge.info di was injured by Murong Fang, it was a moment later, which made Yang Yuanhao even more stunned, how strong is this Brother Ma Liandi's body, so that he has such a strong recovery power. At the same time, Yang Yuanhao felt deeply powerless, he was still too weak, and even the physical body that he was proud of, from Wang Lun to Ma Liandi, everyone could be on par with him, or even better.

"It seems that you can't be complacent because of a little growth! The path of a cultivator is still too long~" Yang Yuanhao sighed in his heart, looked at the battle at this time, and at the same time sat up cross-legged, urging Yuan Ling to repair his injured body.

Bang!

Xi Mingzhi is worthy of the lifeless son of the four sons of the Northern Regions, and the successor of the Ming Underworld. With one palm, he forced back the people around him, grabbed a ball of light, and his figure flickered a few times, leaving the battlefield. When someone caught up with him from behind, he turned around and roared, and suddenly the pursuer spurted blood from his seven orifices, and his body was chaotic and fell to the ground. Just one roar hit a Tianjiao into a serious injury, and this deterrent had an effect, so that no one attacked Xi Mingzhi here.

So, the first token, settled!

When the first token was settled, the other tokens were also owned.

Ma Liandi summoned the giant spirit again, waved the giant que, made it impossible for people to get close, and captured one.

A young man with a delicate complexion, fair skin, like a woman, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, slender fingers, lightly pointed at the void in front of him, and the next second his fingers suddenly froze, and an invisible force exploded in his body, making it difficult for people to get close, and easily took one.

On the young man's side, a burly man, his palms clenched, his muscles squirming, and a vast force swept from his body, shaking several people who wanted to rush towards him to the point that they were on their backs and fell to the ground, winning one.

A blood-colored sword light pierced the void, separating the two Tianjiao who were originally close to a token and were fighting in an instant, and they both spat blood and lost their combat power. And when the two Tianjiao landed, a man with a hideous face, red eyes, naked half of his upper body, and a bloody knife in his hand walked slowly, grabbed it, and the fifth token had the owner.

Wang Lun, who had been in a state of watching the battle, suddenly rose up, a bloody robe agitated, his arm shook, and two blood-red beams shot out, directly bombarding a battle situation to grab tokens, and the battle situation was resolved in an instant, but the few people who were originally competing did not know whether they were alive or dead. Wang Lun came to the light group flutteringly, picked up the token, and glanced at Yang Yuanhao, who was also looking at him below, with a smile on his face, but that smile was full of murderous intent.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a huge phantom suddenly appeared in front of a token, and under the huge shadow was a man with a delicate and elegant appearance, but the phantom was rough and vast, making the man look insignificant in front of the giant shadow. However, the man's body bent slightly, and the phantom also played with it, and then slammed forward. Some of the people around the token panicked and dodged, but some of them couldn't dodge, and the blood gushed from the collision, and their bodies fell downward like a kite with a broken string. The man moved gently, his palm reached into the ball of light, took out the token, and then smiled humbly.

What shocked people was the woman Murong Fang, who completely showed her superhuman speed at this time, her willow waist twisted slightly, slowly took a lotus step, shuttled through the crowd unhindered, drilled into the two battlefields, quickly took off the two light clusters, and then her figure flickered, and she stood in front of Yang Yuanhao again, throwing a token to Yang Yuanhao. Then the breath of the whole body burst out, the pretty face was cold, the eyes were cold, and he was shocked with a strong momentum. But all this is just a flash of light, so that no one has reacted yet. But even after reacting, no one dared to make any moves, after all, this seemingly beautiful woman didn't look like a fairy at all. Therefore, everyone picked up the soft persimmon and hated Yang Yuanhao who got it for nothing. This can't help but make Yang Yuanhao feel bitter in his heart.

Airplanes!

In front of the portal, only a ball of light was suspended, but no one stepped forward, and they were all tense, because anyone who wanted to seize the token would become the target of everyone.

Laugh at!

A yellow light flickered, and a black-robed man broke through the air, and when the black-robed man got up, everyone realized that there was such a figure here. His whole body was completely covered by the black robe, and he couldn't see the man or woman, and if he stood in the corner, he couldn't tell that it was a person, which was why many people were surprised to see this black-robed man who suddenly appeared. The black-robed man stretched out one of his palms, no, it was an iron claw, and the iron claw was covered with a cloud of yellow air that was constantly changing.

Sometimes dull yellow, sometimes golden, sometimes burnt yellow, sometimes earthy yellow......

Seeing this, Yang Yuanhao's eyes shrank suddenly, this is, the mysterious person in the Lingchi Mountain Range, who wants to snatch the heavy treasure?! When Yang Yuanhao saw the dark golden iron claw, he was even more sure of the identity of the black-robed man.

Rumble!

The iron claw touched the light cluster, and the people who were originally stunned quickly came back to their senses, except for the nine people who had the token, the rest of the Tianjiao were almost all surrounded by the black-robed people.

"Hey......" The black-robed man sneered, as if he was disdainful of this, which made the besieging crowd even more angry.

Bang!

Coincidentally, after everyone heard the sneer, the glory of light rose everywhere, the eight immortals crossed the sea, and countless Yuan Techniques and Spirits rose to the sky, drowning in the seemingly weak black-robed man.