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Weiyang smiled and took a step forward.

The man who was still smiling evilly and enchanting just now suddenly had a different momentum on his body, as if his person was also a little taller all of a sudden, and his robe and hair were also more and more agitated.

"At such an age, it is indeed rare to have reached the level of the peak of the Holy Order!" Shen Yuanwu stared at Weiyang in front of him, "You are not Beichen, who are you?!" ”

Before, in the Northern Wilderness, Shen Yuanwu had seen Beichen, so he recognized that Weiyang was not Beichen.

"In the middle of the night!" Weiyang Road.

"Night Weiyang?!" Shen Yuanwu looked at the young man in front of him, and there was more surprise in a pair of slightly cloudy eyes, "You...... Are you the master of the temple? ”

Although he had never seen the appearance of the hall master, Shen Yuanwu knew the name Weiyang, and the temperament of the young man in front of him was also very similar to that mysterious hall master.

Shen Yuanwu's gaze fell on Weiyang's face, "Submit to me, I won't kill you!" ”

Weiyang said proudly, "Have you ever heard of God bowing to others?!" ”

He is the master of the temple, and he is respected by the world as a god-like figure, how can he submit to others?!

"It's a pity that you're not a god yet!" Shen Yuan martial arts.

"That's right!" Weiyang smiled, "Neither are you!" ”

Did you break through the god level and become a god?

No!

It's still a long, long way off.

If it's either God, it's a man, it's a man, it's going to be defeated, it's going to die, it's the same whether it's him or he.

Shen Yuanwu's gaze cooled, "Then you will die!" ”

Speaking of the word "death", he had already raised his right hand and struck his fist.

That punch seemed ordinary, and the speed didn't seem to be fast, but when he hit that punch, it seemed that the time and space of the entire courtyard began to distort, and it was clear that his person was still standing a few steps in front of Weiyang, and the fist was straight over, directly passing through those few steps, coming to Weiyang, and hitting him in the chest fiercely.

"Good!"

Weiyang praised lightly.

As he spoke, his figure had disappeared in place.

Saint-level martial arts - teleportation technique.

In an instant, his man was already a few steps away.

However, Shen Yuanwu's fist still appeared in front of his chest.

Shen Yuanwu is not a god, but he has indeed entered the god level.

Even if he has just advanced to the lower rank of the god level, he is still thousands of miles away from the true god, but he is still a god level.

A god-level powerhouse has his own domain, and in his domain, he can do whatever he wants, which is the true meaning of a god-level powerhouse.

At this time, this courtyard was Shen Yuanwu's domain, and Weiyang was in his domain.

Therefore, no matter how Weiyang retreated, he couldn't dodge his fists.

So, Weiyang no longer hid.

He raised his hand, threw a punch, and raised his fist straight towards Shen Yuanwu's fist.

The dragon clan is a race of innate divine power, and Weiyang, who has the blood of the black dragon clan in his body, naturally also has the divine power of the dragon clan, and not only that, but there is also a layer of dazzling golden light wrapped in his fist, which is a powerful force that only a martial artist at the peak of the Holy Rank has.

This punch is enough to overwhelm the mountains and seas.

Shen Yuanwu's fist was pale and rough, but it was wrapped in a faint purple glow, the color was far less dazzling than Weiyang's force, but it was more powerful and deep.