God Destroying Pearl

Faced with this sudden attack, Song Yun did not show the slightest panic.

He was well aware of the gap between himself and the fat monk from the Fiery Flame Sect, so he used his spatial teleportation ability without hesitation.

His figure left a residual image on the spot, and then disappeared like a ghost, easily avoiding the fat monk's fierce attack.

The fat monk's attack missed and he was slightly stunned, obviously surprised by Song Yun's ability of spatial teleportation.

The fat monk looked at Song Yun who had nimbly dodged his attack, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he said in a deep and powerful voice: "You have some skills, but it's not enough."

As he spoke, a fiery breath burst out from his body, as if even the air around him was ignited.

Then, the fat monk clenched his fists, with flames wrapped around them, like two roaring fire dragons. This was his proud flaming fist.

The attack area of ​​this strike was so wide that it covered almost all directions that Song Yun might have avoided, showing his profound cultivation and exquisite control of martial arts.

Faced with this overwhelming fiery attack, Song Yun looked solemn, but did not retreat.

His figure shuttled through the sea of ​​fire like a dragon. Every spatial teleportation was extremely precise, and he cleverly avoided the fatal flames.

While dodging, Song Yun was also looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Finally, after a teleportation, Song Yun found a tiny flaw in the fat monk. He approached him without hesitation, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

He just waved his right hand, and a magic sword appeared out of thin air. The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, revealing a breathtaking sharpness.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yun used his unique skill of space replacement, and the spirit sword instantly crossed the boundaries of space and pierced the fat monk's vital points.

However, at this critical moment, something strange happened.

The moment the magic sword touched the fat monk's body, there was a loud "clang" sound, as if metal and stone were colliding, and sparks were flying.

"What?" Song Yun couldn't help but exclaimed. He never expected that the attack he carefully planned would have such a result.

Song Yun was shocked to find that his spiritual sword failed to penetrate the fat monk's defense, but was blocked by a layer of skin as hard as iron on his body.

Obviously, this fat monk from the Fiery Flame Sect not only has profound cultivation, but also has practiced an extremely powerful body-refining technique, which makes his body indestructible.

However, Song Yun quickly regained his composure and used the flexibility of space teleportation to distance himself from the fat monk again.

The fat monk looked at Song Yun with a mocking smile on his face. He laughed loudly and said, "Haha, if this is all you have, you'd better accept your death."

His words were full of contempt for Song Yun's ability.

However, Song Yun was not discouraged by this. He snorted coldly, with an unyielding light flashing in his eyes, and responded: "Huh, is that so?"

Song Yun knew very well that in this dangerous area, delaying time would only put himself in a more dangerous situation.

Therefore, he had to act quickly to avoid causing other unnecessary troubles.

So he took a deep breath, and spiritual energy surged throughout his body, as if resonating with the thunder element between heaven and earth.

With Song Yun's low shout, the surrounding space began to distort, and the thunder power gathered madly, forming surging thunder waves.

This is his ultimate skill in the Thundergod Tide - Thundergod's Eighteen Waves.

Eighteen thunder waves appeared like giant dragons emerging from the sea, rapidly attacking the fat monk with the momentum of destroying the world.

Each wave of thunder contains astonishing power, enough to scare ordinary cultivators.

When the fat monk saw this, his face changed slightly. He obviously did not expect that Song Yun had such powerful means.

But he was a master of the Fiery Flame Sect after all, and his reaction was extremely fast. He roared, and the fire spirit power in his body boiled, as if it was going to ignite the surrounding air.

Then, he clenched his fists, with flames wrapped around them, condensing into a flaming fist shadow that was even larger than before, and fiercely faced Song Yun's thunder wave.

"Flame Fist!" the fat monk shouted.

I saw the flaming fist shadow and the thunder wave collide violently in the air, erupting with a deafening roar and dazzling light.

The entire battlefield seemed to be shaken by this force, and the space was distorted.

However, when the smoke and dust cleared, the fat monk was surprised to find that although his flaming fist shadow was powerful, it could only block Song Yun's five thunder waves.

The remaining nine thunder waves were like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, continuing to attack him with unstoppable force.

The fat monk's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that his flaming fist would be so vulnerable.

He knew very well that he had underestimated Song Yun's strength, especially the power of the Eighteen Waves of Thunder God, which was far beyond his expectations.

In order to save his life, he quickly mobilized all his spiritual power, trying to form a solid defensive barrier to block the remaining thunder waves.

However, all efforts seem to be in vain.

When the remaining thunder waves swept in like raging waves, the fat monk's defense barrier collapsed instantly.

Although his body-building skills were powerful, they seemed vulnerable under such a fierce attack.

The thunder wave ruthlessly penetrated his defense and hit his body directly, knocking him several feet away and falling heavily to the ground.

The fat monk felt as if his internal organs were displaced and the pain was unbearable.

He struggled to get up, but found that he was seriously injured and no longer had the strength to fight.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness and despair.

At this moment, Song Yun's figure appeared beside him like a ghost.

He held the magic sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword gently pointing at the fat monk's throat. Just a light stroke would end the battle.

There was no hesitation or mercy in Song Yun's eyes, only determination to win and alertness to danger.

"You lose." Song Yun said coldly, without a trace of emotion in his voice.

When the fat monk heard this, a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes.

He knew that he had reached the end and could no longer escape his fate.

So he slowly closed his eyes and waited for the final moment.

Seeing this, Song Yun said nothing more.

He flicked his wrist, and the magic sword instantly slashed across the fat monk's throat, ending the battle cleanly and neatly.

Then, he quickly stepped forward and took out the storage bag from the fat monk. It was a space treasure used by monks to store treasures and resources.

After getting the storage bag, Song Yun did not stop for a moment.

He knew very well that it was not advisable to stay here for long. Once other monks discovered what was happening here, he would be in even greater danger.

Therefore, he immediately used the technique of space teleportation, his figure flashed away, he quickly left the battlefield, and disappeared into the mountains and forests.