The heavens started from the Sun Moon God Religion

Chapter 102

Feng Qingyang has entered!

The entire Songshan Mountain immediately became boiling.

Especially for those warriors who claim to be righteous in the world, firstly after the death of Wudang Master Qingbai after Lu Jiu, then Guanghui, Fang Zheng, and Zuo Lengchan joined forces and were defeated by Lu Jiu. Master Hui and Zuo Lengchan, the head of the Songshan School, died at the hands of Lu Jiu successively.

One by one, the top powerhouses in the Jianghu died in the hands of Lu Jiu. This also shocked the righteous Jianghu people, and at the same time, endless fear arose in their hearts.

If there is anyone in the rivers and lakes who can fight Lu Motou, then only Huashan sword sage Feng Qingyang is left!
Perhaps this battle will also determine the outcome of this battle between good and evil.

"Monk Fangzheng, take Master Guanghui down!"

Feng Qingyang suddenly spoke.

"Amitabha!"

Fang Zheng proclaimed the Buddha's name in a low voice, bowed to Feng Qingyang, supported Guanghui's body with both hands, and staggered towards the edge of the martial arts arena, blood gushed from the severed palm.

The strange thing is that Lu Jiu didn't stop it.

"Grandmaster!"

Yue Buqun and others greeted Fang Zheng.

The moment he handed Guanghui's body to Linghu Chong, Fang Zheng suddenly burst into a chill.

puff!
Fang Zheng's complexion turned pale suddenly, and he couldn't hold back anymore, his throat opened, and a mouthful of blood with icicles spewed out.

Yue Buqun was taken aback, he supported Fang Zheng's body with his left hand, but put his right hand on his left wrist.

"This……"

zizi...

A trace of cold air emanated from Fang Zheng's heart, as if a piece of ice was hidden in his body, and this cold air in Fang Zheng's body was like an overwhelming ice dragon, constantly eroding and spreading to his heart.

"Master, offended!"

Yue Buqun's expression was extremely solemn, and he tore off his left hand.

scoff!

The monk's robe was torn, and Yue Buqun slapped Fang Zheng's left chest with his palm.

I saw a trace of cold air coming out like white smoke through a slightly invisible hole.

"What kind of martial arts is this? Or a hidden weapon?"

In this instant, Fang Zheng's eyes and eyebrows were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

"Ah... Amitabha Buddha..."

"Master Yue, don't waste your efforts anymore."

"Just now, Lu... pierced the poor monk's heart with an ice needle, and even the true energy of the Yi Jin Jing couldn't suppress it..."

"I also invite Master Yue to go to Shaolin for a visit, the abbot... the abbot will be Fang... Fang Sheng's junior brother..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Zheng closed his eyes and followed in the footsteps of Monk Guanghui.

"Grandmaster!"

Yue Buqun was startled, the Zixia True Qi in his body entered Fangzheng's body but it had no effect at all.

Whoa!
The crowd was in an uproar, and another one died!
Two top masters of the Shaolin School died in one day, which is rare in a hundred years.

……

Yue Buqun looked at Feng Qingyang on the martial arts arena.

At this time, Feng Qingyang and Lu Jiu stood facing each other, neither of them made a move, but the aura of each other had spread, and gusts of wind blew, making the clothes of the two of them rattle.

"At the level of my cultivation, it is very difficult to go further! This old man claims to be talented, but he has practiced swords in Siguoya for more than ten years, and he has never taken a step towards the innate realm."

"I didn't expect that, in just over a year, Master Lu actually stepped out ahead of the old man!" Feng Qingyang sighed softly.

The people in the surrounding Jianghu seemed to have exploded.

"What... what does Wind Sword Saint mean?"

"Could it be that Lu Motou broke through his innate ability?"

"Impossible? I heard that it has been hundreds of years since there has been no congenital peerless..."

"That's not necessarily the case! Who would have thought that Lu Motou's martial arts would advance so quickly? Didn't you see that even Daoist Qingbai and Master Guanghui died at his hands?
From my point of view, even if Lu Motou did not break through to the innate realm, after more than ten years or even a few years, he would definitely become the first innate peerless master in the world in the past hundred years! "

"It's scary!"

……

Regarding Feng Qingyang's praise, Lu Jiu didn't show any joy on her face, instead she shook her head and said, "With martial arts, the farther you go, the more blurred the road ahead will be!"

"It's gratifying to take this step, but after all, I'm still lingering outside the door."

"Innate? Hehe..."

"I don't know if that old man in the capital can surprise me!"

"Hahaha……"

Feng Qingyang suddenly laughed: "So the old man will die here today?"

Lu Jiu nodded: "I said when I left Mount Hua that we will live and die the day we meet again!"

"I thought that in the past year or so, even if you couldn't take that step, you should improve your cultivation base, who would have expected...

Alas... Feng Qingyang is no longer the Feng Qingyang he was ten years ago! "

Feng Qing raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you think everyone is as evil as you?"

As he said that, he changed the subject: "However, if you can kill the old man, you still have to ask about the Qingfeng sword in the old man's hand!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Qingyang lowered his hands, his robe sleeves fluttered, and the Qingfeng sword in his hand was buzzing and trembling in the scabbard.

Lu Jiu nodded: "In that case, please!"

"Please!"

Clang!
Feng Qingyang raised his right hand, and Qingfeng Sword came out of its sheath, and the sword energy turned into the sound of dragon chant, and instantly fell into Feng Qingyang's palm.

Suddenly, Feng Qingyang's eyes were full of divine light, and he took a step forward. His long sword was like a sharp edge, and his flying rainbow was like lightning.

boom!
In the next moment, sword energy erupted, like a net from heaven and earth, covering Lu Jiu and his surroundings.

Many martial arts heroes around the world were all terrified, even the world's top masters such as Chong Xu, Yue Buqun, and the head of the Kunlun School were no exception.

"This sword, I'm afraid it can be regarded as the most amazing sword in the world in the past hundred years!" Qiankun, the head of the Kunlun School, said movedly.

At this moment, Chongxu, Yue Buqun and the others had infinite hopes for Feng Qingyang. If this kind of swordsmanship could not kill Lu Jiu, then there would be no one in the world who could be Lu Jiu's opponent.

Even in the daytime, the sword light all over the sky is still extremely bright, covering the sky like covering the sun, the sword light circulates, and suddenly, it has arrived in front of Lu Jiu.

It's unimaginably fast with just one sword strike.

Lu Jiu could even assert that ninety-nine out of ten quick sword skills in the world are inferior to Feng Qingyang's sword.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Lu Jiu exclaimed, but suddenly jumped up out of thin air, with the two fingers together in the middle of the food, and the parallel finger pointing out like a sword. There is nothing mysterious about this finger move.

There was no movement in the fingers, as if a child who was just learning and practiced randomly clicked.

However, at the moment when the finger strength collided with the sword light, the strength suddenly exploded.

All the sword energy was detonated, like bursting bubbles, vented out.

The next moment, Lu Jiu's figure rushed out from the energy of the sky, and he slapped it with his backhand. The palm force was like a flood peak, and the surging sword energy bombarded him with a palm on his back, like fallen leaves being blown by a strong wind, like raindrops. It exploded.

The overflowing sword energy and strength set off whirlwinds one after another, blowing the surrounding gravel flying, and pieces of bluestone shattered.

"What a profound internal strength!"

Feng Qingyang's face showed a dignified look, and his hand holding the sword tightened a bit.

"Come again!"

Feng Qingyang shouted loudly, the long sword in his palm flickered with a scorching cold light, he pushed with one hand, and thrust out another sword, as the sword light pushed, the surrounding air, air flow, and vigor seemed to melt into the sword light in an instant among.

It was an unremarkable stab, but between the flickering of the sword light, there were more than a dozen subsequent changes derived from it, making it impossible to grasp the direction and angle of the sword's attack.

Undoubtedly, this is an extremely exquisite sword move.

Just this trick can make an ordinary swordsman study for a lifetime.

Even Lu Jiu had to admit that in terms of swordsmanship alone, there was still a big gap between him and Feng Qingyang.

Fortunately, his most powerful is not swordsmanship, but the Xuanming Zhenqi that is rampant all over the world!

boom!
The true energy erupted all over his body, Lu Jiu's arms shook suddenly, and his whole body jumped up like a flying eagle in the clouds.

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly, the sword moved at will, and the extremely bright sword light folded strangely, following Lu Jiu to attack.

(End of this chapter)