This palm carries the power of thunder, menacing, and the wind and thunder are instantaneous.

"God-level?"

From the qi fluctuations caused by this palm, Lin Muyang still felt Song Qianlong's cultivation, which could easily cause spatial fluctuations, and he could blast out such a domineering and powerful energy with one palm so calmly, which only a god-level powerhouse could do.

"It's not like you're a god-level powerhouse in the world!"

Song Qianlong said coldly.

When everyone heard this, they all gasped, and even some students had already felt the pressure, and their whole bodies were trembling, god-level, what a distant existence this is, and now there are two god-level in front of them.

"The Temple of the Heavens, worthy of the Temple of the Heavens!"

"Yes, after being able to become the Seven Great Trends, the oldest inheritance in Huaxia, the Temple of Heavens deserves it!"

Everyone whispered, and Song Qianlong's cultivation really shocked everyone.

"Then please advise!"

Lin Muyang looked at Song Qianlong with a smile, Song Qianlong's cultivation should be at the beginning of the Burning Sun Realm, he had just entered the god level, although this palm was fierce, he was still aware of the flaw, otherwise he really couldn't avoid this sudden palm so calmly.

"I'll let you regret doing right with the Temple of Heavens!"

The light and shadow in Song Qianlong's hand flashed, a steel whip, the whip was three feet six inches and five minutes long, there were twenty-one sections, each section had four runes, a total of eighty-four runes.

The moment they appeared, everyone had an inexplicable sense of oppression, feeling that they were weak and weak, that their bodies were hollowed out, and that their hearts were very empty, like an empty room.

"What is this? Why do I feel weak?"

"Me too, I feel like the spiritual power in my body has been drained, and the martial spirit can't be used."

"Whip the gods!"

Lin Muyang looked at the steel whip in Song Qianlong's hand and said, he was not mistaken, this is the whip of the gods, the luster that blooms on it, the runes engraved on it, and the clear lines are the whips that once shocked the immortals and demons in the battle of the gods.

"That's right! This is the whip of the gods, Lin Muyang, you still have to be caught, it's good for you and me!"

Song Qianlong raised the whip and pointed at Lin Muyang, Lin Muyang looked at the whip and shook his head, "Arrested?"

Lin Muyang's eyes already had murderous intent, and the word "just grabbing with his hands" was really too harsh, as if he was attacking Lin Muyang's inner pain.

"Then you have only one way to die!"

"You can try!"

The cold light flashed in Lin Muyang's hand, and a crimson long sword appeared in front of everyone.

The sword body was bright red as blood, as if blood was flowing on it, and it felt like it was going to drip down at any time, and the sword body was surrounded by a faint red mist.

It's extremely weird to look at.

Killing emanated from the body of the sword, and infinite killing intent shrouded the sky, as if this sword was going to destroy this world, as if it was going to end this world completely.

Feeling the spiritual power and breath of the whip, the sword body began to tremble continuously, and the humming sound echoed in the sky above the valley, it was not the sound of the sword, it was a wail, it was a scream, it was miserable, this sound was like scratching the heart, which made people very uncomfortable.

This is a magic sword, this is a sword of Shura, this is a sword drawn from hell.

The sword body carries killing, representing death, there is no sign of life under the edge, everything becomes silent, as if waiting for death to come, as if it is at the last moment of life.

At that moment, everyone looked at the long sword in Lin Muyang's hand, and they all fell into fear.

It felt like there was a huge Shura field all around, and countless corpses were falling one after another, their heads being cut off like wheat, and there was a sea of corpses and blood.

The corpses were piled up, the blood was soaring, the world became bright red, and the blood flowed, condensing into an endless sea of blood.

The sea of blood was boiling, and the blood wolf was monstrous, as if it was the unwilling wail of the dead.

"Such an evil sword, you dare to take it with you!" Song Qianlong looked at Lin Muyang without a slight wrinkle, if he hadn't relied on the blessing of the divine whip, Lin Muyang's sword qi would not have been able to resist.

The red mist was everywhere, and the bloody breath was already blowing in his nose.

It's hard not to be in such an environment.

"Evil Sword?" Lin Muyang smiled and raised the Chiyou Sword, his fingertips gently slid over the sword body, and looked up at Song Qianlong, "Then you tell me what is the Sword of a Gentleman?"

"Is it the Xuanyuan Sword? Hasn't the Xuanyuan Sword killed anyone? The sword is not good or bad, good and evil are only people's hearts" Chi You Sword pointed at Song Qianlong, and at that moment an invisible coercion shrouded him, and Song Qianlong flew out as if he had been hit by a huge wave.

The blue light of the whip flickered, and Song Qianlong's heart was shocked, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

"I was almost calculated by you!"

Song Qianlong said coldly, Lin Muyang's sword seems to be casual, but in fact, it has a powerful sword aura, and the sword qi is rushing to the face, it is the divine whip that blooms and resists part of the sword qi, otherwise this sword himself may be killed.

"Bell, bell, bell—"

"Young master!"

Chiyou Sword was born, and the Xuanyuan Sword in Xuanyuan Yi's hand, who had left early at this time, suddenly reacted, the scabbard trembled slightly, and the Xuanyuan Sword seemed to break free from the scabbard.

Everyone looked at the trembling Xuanyuan Sword and looked at Xuanyuan Yi.

"I can't control so much now! Qianlong has a divine whip in his hand, and he is a god-level powerhouse, I believe that Lin Muyang may not be able to win Qianlong, we still do the right thing" Xuanyuan Yi stabilized Xuanyuan Sword, "This time, in addition to Wutai Buddhist Temple, other forces are also here, presumably they have also heard some rumors, we must dare to find it in front of them"

"Understood!"

After saying that, everyone continued to hurry, and Xuanyuan Yi finally looked in the direction of the red light bursting, stopped for a moment and turned to follow everyone.

"You're right! Whether it's a famous sword or scrap iron, as long as you kill someone, it's a good magic weapon! The sword is not guilty, and the guilty are people" Song Qianlong also nodded, and Lin Muyang still agreed with this point.

"Sword of Thunder"

Lin Muyang's right hand is red thunder, his left hand is a sword with a sword, his palm is slashed across the sword body, and the red thunder flashes on the sword of Chi You, and the whole is a thunder sword with lightning flashing.

With a sword swing, a crimson light and shadow slashed towards Song Qianlong, the sword blade was sharp, and this powerful killing intent flashed in the sword.

Song Qianlong waved the whip and swept it horizontally, and a ray of light was three-dimensional in front of him, forming a barrier in front of Song Qianlong.

"Three Halal Thunder"

After a sword, the purple light in Lin Muyang's hand flashed, the thunder flashed, and several thunderbolts shot towards Song Qianlong's eyebrows, and the sword flashed until the light curtain shattered, and the purple thunder had already appeared in front of Song Qianlong in an instant.

It's all electric and flint.

"Bang!"

But at the moment when the purple thunder flashed, Song Qianlong raised his hand and smashed the thunder with one palm.

"Such a strong thunderbolt, I have only seen such thunder and lightning in the Lei family, your thunder and lightning are not inferior to the thunder and lightning of the Lei family" Song Qianlong looked at Lin Muyang, and he was also very surprised in his heart, what kind of martial art is such a powerful thunder martial art.

The Lei family claims to encompass all the thunder-based martial arts in Huaxia and create the most powerful thunder-based martial arts, but now it seems that it is still slightly inferior.

"There's so much more you don't know!"

Lin Muyang snapped his fingers for a moment, and several drops of water shot out from the tip of his middle finger, and the water droplets were like bright crystals in the sun.

Sweep through the space and create a bright light.

Song Qianlong blasted out with a palm, the palm wind swirled, and the water droplets were instantly blasted away, "This is the martial art of the Su family in the Ghost Valley, Zhao Lao just died under your move" Song Qianlong seemed to have discovered a big secret.

There was already horror in his eyes.

I read it right, this is the martial art of the Su family.

No wonder they didn't find any injuries at all when they checked Zhao Yongbo's body, the whole person didn't have any scars, and the last death was inexplicable, he must have been killed by Lin Muyang with this trick.

"It's always bad to know too much, do you know why I did it?"

"Because You Want Me to Die Here"

"That's right!"

Lin Muyang stepped out in one step, flying immortal, and appeared in front of Song Qianlong in an instant, and the red light in his hand flashed, and the sword slashed down towards Song Qianlong's head.

Song Qianlong hurriedly retreated.

"Boom-"

Under the loud noise, the mountain collapsed, and Lin Muyang cut off the edge of the cliff with a sword, and it felt like a piece of the mountain had been cut off.

"Bell—"

Song Qianlong came back to his senses and waved the whip to meet him, and the sword and the whip collided together, bursting out with dazzling sparks, sparks splashing everywhere, and light and shadow exploded.

"Lin Muyang is your death today!"

"Open!"

Song Qianlong pushed Lin Muyang away, and his fingertips hit the Divine Whip, and the runes on it flickered, and all of them flew out of the Divine Whip and were suspended in mid-air.

In mid-air, it gathered into a huge god of war, raised his foot and stepped on Lin Muyang.

Lin Muyang hurriedly dodged, and every time he stepped down, he felt like the ground was shaking, and he felt that the earth was about to be trampled on.

"Against the sky"

The energy in Lin Muyang's left hand converged, and he blasted towards the giant foot that had just come down, the energy exploded, the runes exploded instantly, and the sky swirled into a golden long sword stabbing towards Lin Muyang.

"I thought I was a bully!"

Lin Muyang took out the demon refining pot and threw it towards the rune, and the demon refining pot let out an exclamation in mid-air, "Lin Muyang, your uncle!" followed by a flash of blue light in the demon demon's hand, and stabbed out towards the rune with two swords in his hand.

The runes in mid-air gradually transformed into a figure, this person was wearing a golden rune robe and holding a steel whip.

Soon the demon fought with the spirit in the whip.

Lin Muyang looked at Song Qianlong and put away the Chiyou sword, Song Qianlong saw that Lin Muyang was like this, and he shook his hand and hit the divine whip very much into the rock wall.

"This is not a knowingly choice!"

Lin Muyang looked at Song Qianlong and said, Song Qianlong smiled indifferently, "Each other, each other!"

The two of them rushed out, two rays of light and shadow, fists collided, spiritual power exploded, the space in mid-air began to distort, the ground trembled, did cracks and deep pits appear.

Everyone couldn't even see the two of them anymore, and the speed of the two of them was really too fast.

"Is this still fighting?"

"It's so fast! I can't just look at them, and my eyes hurt."

Some people rubbed their eyes one after another, and they couldn't catch the figures of Lin Muyang and Song Qianlong at all during the high-speed movement, "Ba Smashed!" Lin Muyang's hand flashed, and an ice spear stabbed out, Song Qianlong's five fingers condensed his claws, and his fingers became golden, avoiding the ice spear and taking a step forward, raising his hand to buckle it from the middle of the spear shaft.

Two fingers clasped the shaft of the spear, his arm trembled, and with a thud, the ice spear was directly crushed by Song Qianlong.

Song Qianlong grabbed the spear shaft in Lin Muyang's hand with his left hand, held the tip of the fallen spear with his right hand, and stabbed at Lin Muyang with his hand, and a cold aura burst out from the cold light.

"Vajra Prajna"

Lin Muyang was also unprecedentedly bare-handed, and smashed the ice spear with a punch.

"Wind Blade"

The ice spear shattered, Song Qianlong raised his hand is palm, and the wind blade swept out, and the wind blades were like extremely sharp blades cutting through, and the ground, trees, and mountains and rocks were all cut out one by one.

"Rashomon"

Lin Muyang stomped his feet, and the earth walls around him were three-dimensional, blocking the wind blades around him.

"Boom-"

The wind blade dissipated, the sound of the wind stopped, and the earthen wall in front of Lin Muyang burst closely, and Song Qianlong's fist had already hit in front of him.

Lin Muyang jumped back slightly, his body was as light as a flying swallow, and his feet were in the air, like a flying immortal coming to the world, a fairy wind and bones, walking in space.

"Open!"

Suddenly, a pair of wings opened behind Song Qianlong, flying magic weapons, and after a few rounds of flapping of his wings, Song Qianlong had already caught up with Lin Muyang.

"The Temple of the Heavens is really wealthy!"

Lin Muyang said with a smile, after hundreds of fights, Lin Muyang has basically figured out Song Qianlong, this person is a magic weapon from head to toe, and it can be said that he is a magic weapon package.

The clothes are invulnerable and invulnerable, the bracers on the hands are dragon bracers that strengthen the strength, and the shoes worn on the feet can make Song Qianlong's movement speed several times faster.

Also that earrings can improve hearing.

The contact lenses in the eyes can make Song Qianlong's eyes sharp and can catch any subtle movements.

It's all a money warrior.

"Whether it's jealousy or envy, you have to admit that being rich and powerful in this world is also a symbol of strength," Song Qianlong said.

"That's right!"

Lin Muyang nodded, but he didn't have any complaints and injustices, because all this was part of his strength.