The heavens started from the Sun Moon God Religion

Chapter 40 The Mantis Catches the Cicada Oriole Behind
cough!
At this moment, Yang Tianjue's expression changed!
His momentum suddenly weakened by three points.

It turned out that in order to resist Feng Qingyang's offensive just now, Yang Tianjue had to use all his strength to absorb the star's true energy, which also caused the foreign true energy in his body to lose its suppression, and unexpectedly rushed out of the Yin-Yang Weimai in an instant.

Although he was suppressed back by Yang Tianjue's tyrannical true energy in the next moment, it also shocked his internal organs and suffered internal injuries.

More importantly, at this moment, he had to allocate part of his true energy to suppress the foreign true energy in his body, so he would not be able to do his best when he fought Feng Qingyang again.

"good chance!"

Feng Qingyang didn't care whether Yang Tianjue was injured or not, the moment Yang Tianjue's momentum was low, the long sword vibrated again and again, and suddenly attacked again.

Yang Tianjue's eyes were about to burst, but he never dared to confront Feng Qingyang head-on!
A kind of mysterious and mysterious footwork is used, dodging Feng Qingyang's offensive repeatedly within a square inch, and at the same time looking for a gap to slap or punch a few times!
Boom boom boom...

The entire ancestral hall was as vigorous as a monstrous wave, rolling wildly in all directions.

There are flying stones and grass clippings everywhere, and the collision of vigor makes a sound of shock, like thunder, echoing between the mountains and fields.

The two fought faster and faster, passing hundreds of moves in the blink of an eye.

Gradually……

The sword light became more and more powerful, but Yang Tianjue's pace became slower and slower.

"No!"

"If this continues, I will really die here!"

Yang Tianjue's footsteps became more and more chaotic, and he was almost stabbed by Feng Qingyang several times during the process.

puff...

The sword light flashed, bringing up a stream of blood.

Under Yang Tianjue's pain, he mustered up the true energy in his body and slapped Feng Qingyang, taking advantage of the gap of his backing to glance down, the blood gurgled from his abdomen, instantly staining his clothes red.

"Ok?"

Although he was curious why Yang Tianjue's true energy was consumed so quickly, Feng Qingyang would not let go of this opportunity.

With a sweep of the sword, his body rose into the air like a goshawk.

The long sword waved one after another in mid-air, chopping out streams of sword energy. The sword energy intertwined into a huge cage, covering Yang Tianjue like a howling beast.

Crying secretly in his heart, Yang Tianjue stepped on his feet suddenly, his true energy soared, and amidst the rumbling sound, his right foot immediately plunged into the soil.

"rise!"

With a sudden lift of his right foot, he actually brought up a large stone slab with a length and width of ten feet.

Overturning hands!
Yang Tianjue's five fingers were like hooks, and he lifted his fingertips through the stone slab, and the slate was carried over his head.

In the next moment, surging true energy blasted out from both palms, like shells filled with explosives, the stone slab flew upwards with a bang, and collided with the pouring down sword energy.

chi chi...

The stone slab shattered into stones, Feng Qingyang's feet were connected to the stones in mid-air, the person was like lightning, and the sword was like a shooting star, stabbing down suddenly.

But at this moment, Yang Tianjue's movement was like the wind, and he escaped from the scope of the sword.

puff……

When the figure stopped, Yang Tianjue suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!

"not good!"

After shouting in surprise, Yang Tianjue turned around and flew outside without caring about anything else.

"Want to go?"

Although he didn't know why Yang Tianjue vomited blood, but with such a good opportunity to kill the leader of the Demon Cult, Feng Qingyang naturally wouldn't give up.

As soon as he lifted his body, Feng Qingyang immediately chased after him.

woohoo...

The two chased and fled, and soon entered the dense forest.

"Can't escape!"

Seeing the distance between the two getting closer, Yang Tianjue's heart suddenly sank.

"Fight!"

After all, he is the leader of the Demon Cult. Since he can't escape, he will fight to the end!

boom!
Turning around and punching out, the force of the fist stirred up the branches and leaves all over the sky, like a mad dragon treading on the wind, his energy roared like thunder, and he slammed into Feng Qingyang who was following him.

Zheng!
The sound of the sword sounded, and the sword light followed.

The two figures fought together again.

At this time, there was a hint of whiteness in the sky, but it was already dawn.

The morning fog in the dense forest was getting thicker, and two figures flashed back and forth from the dense fog, and the airflow in the dense forest was whistling with force, accompanied by falling trees and splashing mud from time to time.

bang bang bang...

Feng Qingyang shook the long sword, dispersing the star-absorbing zhenqi rushing into the body along with the blade, but a trace of exhaustion appeared on his face.

After a fierce battle, it was inevitable that he would come into contact with Yang Tianjue, but in such an instant, part of his true qi was sucked away by him, the name of absorbing star magic skills really lived up to its reputation.

boom!
Yang Tianjue, who had a ferocious face, kept bleeding from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were full of crazy murderous intent.

"The wind is clear!"

"go to hell!"

The ten fingers of both hands were bent like hooks, and they came to embrace Feng Qingyang with the momentum of two ghosts knocking on the door.

call out!
Feng Qingyang was taken aback, his mind froze, but the long sword in his hand stabbed forward like a ghost.

laugh!
The sound of the long sword piercing into the flesh sounded.

However, Yang Tianjue didn't seem to notice it, and suddenly grabbed the sword with both hands.

"not good!"

An extremely strong suction came from the blade of the sword, and the true energy in Feng Qingyang's body poured out like a flood that opened the gate.

Horrified, he quickly let go and withdrew his sword!
At this moment, Yang Tianjue also let go of the long sword with both palms.

In the next moment, his palms spread out suddenly, and he slowly drew a circular arc in mid-air, and at the same time, his feet rushed forward, like an old tortoise bumping into Feng Qingyang!

boom!
Although Feng Qingyang is well-known for his swordsmanship, his boxing and kicking skills are also extremely powerful. Now he uses the Huashan Poyu Fist to fight, his fists are like two doors blocking his chest.

The moment the four hands collided, a smooth force came from the palm of Yang Tianjue, and Feng Qingyang's hands were involuntarily moved by his palm, and Feng Qingyang's fists were broken instantly, and in the next instant, Yang Tianjue Jue's shoulder hit Feng Qingyang like a heavy hammer.

"Tai Chi Kung Fu!"

Feng Qingyang instantly recognized Yang Tianjue's boxing technique!

In the past, several elders of the Sun Moon God Sect attacked Wudang at night, and one of the elders of the highest realm took advantage of the chaos to enter the Wudang Zhenwu Hall. "Boxing" stole.

As the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, Yang Tianjue naturally practiced this extremely profound boxing technique. Unfortunately, the Sun Moon God Sect does not have any Taoist kung fu like Wudang Chunyang Wuji Kung Fu that can match Taijiquan. Tai Chi is more powerful.

boom!
Like a wild bear hitting a tree, an incomparably tyrannical force hit his chest, even though Feng Qingyang's luck blocked Mo Mo, his whole body was still thrown flying.

puff……

A mouthful of fresh blood turned into a blood mist, and Feng Qingyang looked up, only to see that Yang Tianjue had already used his movement skills and was flying towards the distance.

call……

Seeing that the sky was already bright, after taking a deep breath, there was severe pain in his chest and abdomen, Feng Qingyang thought for a moment, but finally did not catch up!
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Feng Qingyang was about to exercise his energy and adjust his breath.

Whizzing……

Suddenly, there was the sound of clothes breaking in the distance.

Feng Qingyang's expression froze, he got up and leaned against a tree, glanced at the two figures flying towards him on the left and right sides, but in an instant, they flew to his side, surrounding him from one side to the other , the air machine was firmly locked on him.

Great master!

Still two!

For a moment, Feng Qingyang's heart sank.

One tall and the other thin, with white and beardless faces, they were dressed in crimson purple python robes with white jade hooks and black belts around their waists.

"Feng Qingyang, our family has been famous for a long time!"

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(End of this chapter)