My friends are gods

Chapter 52

With a slight movement of his feet, almost subconsciously, Song Qiming unleashed the Dragon Flying Technique, and took a few steps on the ground in a strange posture. While his figure was swaying, he happened to avoid the attack of innate qi.

At the same time, Song Qiming's speed increased in vain, and he rushed towards the young master Han Yang.

"Twice."

The corner of Han Yang's mouth raised. Although he was surprised that Song Qiming was able to avoid his true energy attack, he didn't panic at all.

"Death to me!"

In the eyes, a fierce light flashed past, Han Yang let out a loud shout, spotted Song Qiming's rushing figure, and stretched out his palm ferociously, in his palm, Xiantian Zhenqi was brewing, and slapped him fiercely.

"Whoosh!"

However, Song Qiming twisted his posture strangely, and just avoided the palm, his eyes flashed, his arm swung violently, and the palm with the thunder talisman in the palm directly slapped it.

"what?!"

Han Yang's complexion changed slightly. He didn't expect Song Qiming's movement to be so weird and unpredictable, and he was not careless at the moment. Without thinking, he stretched out his palm and patted Song Qiming's again.

With innate qi at his side, Han Yang is not afraid of going head-to-head with Song Qiming.

"boom!"

The two palms collided instantly.

"Whoosh!"

A huge force was transmitted, and Song Qiming's figure flew out backwards. He felt a surge of true energy flowing down his arm and pouring into his body. There was a surge between his chest and abdomen, and he couldn't help but spew out. A mouthful of blood.

"puff!"

Blood spurted out, and Song Qiming's figure also fell heavily on the ground with a pained expression and a lot of blood on his clothes.

However, there was a gleam of light in his eyes.

The spell of thunder in the palm has already stuck to the palm of the young master Han Yang.

"Humph!"

Han Yang snorted coldly, and said in a cold tone: "Boy, although you have strange movements, you are far behind me. Do you think you can deal with me with a deceptive talisman?"

He raised his hand and looked at the talisman in his palm, with a cold smile on his lips.

Although, in this world, there really is the profession of ghost exorcist, and there are indeed some people who have real skills.

However, Han Yang has never seen it, and has always felt utter disdain for it.

"Is it a trick of pretending to be a ghost?"

However, the corner of Song Qiming's mouth slowly raised a smile, he grinned, his eyes flashed, and he uttered a word in a low voice: "Thunder!"

Hearing this word, for some reason, Han Yang's heart beat suddenly.

A bad premonition came to my mind.

He wanted to believe his own feelings, his face changed slightly, and with a wave of his palm, he was about to throw out the talisman of thunder in his palm.

However, it was too late.

I saw a silver-white light flashing on the talisman.

Then, the talisman completely dissipated.

"boom!"

At the same time, an incomparably ferocious thunder suddenly appeared from the dissipated talisman, carrying an incomparably dazzling thunder light, flickering endlessly, and exploded loudly.

In an instant, a huge deep pit was blasted out of the entire ground.

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, Song Qiming couldn't help but gasped, the power of the palm thunder was so huge.

The earth was directly exploded!

"what?!"

"too frightening!"

"how is this possible?!"

And those people on the other side, seeing this scene, subconsciously covered their eyes and faces, for fear of being affected, and after reacting, the corners of their mouths twitched fiercely, their faces full of disbelief.

A small talisman can burst out with such a huge power!
Simply incredible!
An icy feeling surged from the soles of everyone's feet to their hearts.

The place that was blasted by the thunder was filled with a layer of dust and loess, accompanied by slightly scorched dead leaves fluttering slightly.

"Cough cough cough..."

Amidst the smoke and dust, there was a slight coughing sound.

Hearing this voice, Song Qiming's pupils suddenly shrank, and his face changed drastically.

This voice is none other than the little master Han Yang!

"Unexpectedly, this talisman actually has some power..."

A slightly weak, but extremely cold voice came slowly.

The diffuse smoke and dust slowly dissipated, revealing the scene inside.

I saw that Han Yang's body had already been riddled with holes, his clothes were all torn, and the skin inside was ripped apart.

Blood flowed from his wound.

Some of the deep wounds even revealed the bones of the dead.

It can be seen that this palm thunder made him a little unbearable!
However, he finally held on.

At this moment, Han Yang had a layer of faint light on his body, flickering slightly, covering him like a mask.

This is the innate qi!

This kind of innate stellar energy can hurt people, kill people, and it can also be used for defense.

When he sensed something was wrong, Han Yang acted decisively and directly stimulated the innate zhenqi surging in his body, and arranged the innate qi around his body to resist part of the damage from the thunder.

If he hadn't defended in time, I'm afraid he would have been smashed to pieces!
"hiss!"

Song Qiming only felt a chill welling up in his heart, and took a deep breath.

Such violent thunder did not kill Han Yang.

The strength of this guy is too terrifying.

"Boy, today, you will definitely die!"

Surrounded by innate qi, Han Yang stared at Song Qiming with lightning-like eyes. Blood flowed from every wound on his body, making him look like he was bathed in blood, adding a sense of ferocity and terror.

"Whoosh!"

With a slight movement of the figure, Han Yang's figure rushed out instantly, and in the blink of an eye, he came in front of Song Qiming.

"what!"

Song Qiming's complexion changed, and he directly used the dragon swimming technique, dodging in a strange posture.

However, when faced with absolute speed, it doesn't help.

According to Song Qiming's evasion direction, it is absolutely possible to avoid it safely.

However, Song Qiming's speed was still not comparable to that of the invincible junior master Han Yang, the direction was right, but the speed was not enough!

Therefore, Song Qiming was slapped on the chest by Han Yang's palm, and suddenly spewed out a mouthful of fresh food. His figure flew upside down, smashed a tree heavily, and fell down in embarrassment.

"Cough cough!"

Song Qiming coughed twice and looked at his chest.

The place has collapsed, and there are bursts of severe pain. There is a deep palm print on the chest, and the clothes have been torn.

Fortunately, Song Qiming is not what it used to be. After training, his physical fitness is excellent, so he is not smashed all over.

He braced his body, stood up with a painful expression, and gasped for air.

This palm is really fierce.

"Um?!"

Han Yang stared, with a puzzled expression.

It's unbelievable that a person who has no real energy around him, but only uses his physical body, forcibly resisted his own palm.

You know, that's innate qi!
"Boom!"

But at this moment, in the gloomy sky, amidst the thick dark clouds, there was a deafening loud noise suddenly.

A shining light fell from the sky with extreme speed.

It was a thunderbolt!
A thunderbolt as thick as a human head fell down with great momentum.

Under the thunder, the whole night became brighter, like daytime.

"This is...she is beginning to cross the final thunderstorm!"

Song Qiming's eyes brightened slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As long as he survives the thunder disaster, Jiang Xiaoyu will enter a new realm. Now, the critical moment has come.

"Another thunderbolt!"

And the young master Han Yang, after seeing the thunder, his face changed drastically, and his whole body trembled.

(End of this chapter)