God Destroying Pearl

The fat monk from the Fiery Flame Sect stood not far from Song Yun, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world.

All I could hear was a deafening roar from his chest: "Fire Fist!"

With this angry roar, the fat monk's whole body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of blazing flames, which was the ultimate fusion of true fire and spiritual power in his body.

He clenched his fists, and the flames condensed on his fists became more and more dazzling, and finally turned into an extremely huge fist shadow, carrying a destructive force, cutting through the sky, and slamming towards Song Yun like a meteorite falling to the ground.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, Song Yun did not show any fear. Instead, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Song Yun quickly adjusted his breathing, and the spiritual energy in his body surged like a surging river.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, and with a thought, the mysterious method of Thundergod's Tide quietly operated in his body, and the first level - Thundergod's Nine Waves, was released instantly.

The sky seemed to respond to Song Yun's call, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

Song Yun was surrounded by strands of lightning power, which, under his precise control, quickly gathered into nine dazzling waves of lightning.

Each wave contained earth-shaking energy, as if it could tear the sky apart and destroy everything.

Song Yun's eyes became unusually bright at this moment.

"Nine Waves of Thunder God, break them for me!" As Song Yun shouted, the first wave of lightning suddenly rushed out of his body like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and turned into a dazzling lightning that headed straight for the Divine Fire Fist.

This wave of lightning drew a perfect arc in the air and collided head-on with the flames of the Fiery Fist, suddenly erupting with a sharp crackling sound and dazzling light.

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third... until the ninth wave of lightning came one after another, each one more violent than the previous one. They intertwined and collided in the air, forming a shocking picture.

Under the continuous impact of these nine waves of lightning, the fat monk's Fiery Fist was gradually at a disadvantage.

The fist shadow began to be gradually eroded and weakened by lightning, and was finally completely defeated with a deafening roar.

The fat monk was also knocked back several steps by the powerful recoil force. His face turned pale and it was obvious that he had suffered considerable trauma.

At the moment when the fat monk was repelled by the residual power of Thunder God's Nine Waves, staggering and unstable, Song Yun keenly captured this fleeting opportunity.

He stretched out his body and rushed out like an arrow, with a light wind surrounding his body. This was the essence of the Qingfeng sword technique that he had practiced for a long time - Ruyi Suixing.

This Ruyi Suixing emphasizes the perfect integration of body movements and swordsmanship, and can move flexibly in the ever-changing battle situation, as if it were an arm or a finger.

Song Yun's figure was as graceful as the breeze in the forest, moving left and right, forward and backward, making it difficult for the fat monk to catch his eye, let alone make an effective defense.

As Song Yun continued to approach, the sword in his hand seemed to be given life, with flashing sword lights and heavy sword shadows.

Each of his swords contained his profound understanding of swordsmanship and superb skills, and the tip of the sword pointed to the fat monk's vital points.

Although the fat monk was extremely strong, he seemed clumsy in front of Song Yun's exquisite swordsmanship. He could only barely parry and had no power to fight back.

"The breeze is blowing gently, and the water is calm." Song Yun murmured, and the sword's momentum suddenly changed, becoming more fierce and swift.

He spun around, and his sword drew a perfect arc in the air, like a breeze blowing on your face, gentle yet deadly.

This sword move is the unique skill of Qingfeng Sword Technique - Wind Sweeping the Remaining Clouds.

With a flash of sword light, the fat monk's defense was instantly broken. He widened his eyes and looked at the sword that pierced his chest in disbelief.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the fat monk's clothes and the ground beneath him red.

The fat monk's body slowly fell down, and the last light in his eyes gradually went out.

After making sure that the surroundings were temporarily safe, Song Yun slowly adjusted his breathing, allowing the surging spiritual power to gradually calm down.

Sweeping the mess on the ground, Song Yun first noticed the spiritual sword left behind by the thin monk from the Liehuo Sect. Although the sword was stained with blood, it still emitted a faint spiritual light.

Song Yun stepped forward gently, smiled slightly, and said nothing more. He just waved his sword lightly, and the spirit sword turned into a stream of light and fell accurately into his storage bag.

Afterwards, Song Yun walked towards the bodies of the two fat and thin monks from the Liehuo Sect.

He knew in his heart that when cultivators went out, especially disciples of a sect like this one, they would often carry some treasures for storage, such as storage bags, which might contain elixirs, talismans, spirit stones or other resources for cultivation.

However, when Song Yun began to search carefully, he couldn't help but frown.

Although the fat monk was big in stature, he had almost no extra items on his body except for his torn clothes.

The situation was the same with the thin monk. Apart from the spiritual sword that he had put away before, there was only a seemingly ordinary storage bag lying there alone.

"So poor?" Song Yun muttered to himself, a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

He originally thought that as a disciple of the Fiery Flame Sect, he should have a lot of reserves even when going out on missions.

But the scene before him made him realize that perhaps these two monks had experienced many battles or other misfortunes before they met him, resulting in very little belongings left on them.

Despite this, Song Yun still carefully put away the only storage bag.

After all, even a seemingly ordinary storage bag may contain unexpected surprises.

Then, Song Yun's gaze fell on the golden jade fruit tree next to him.

Song Yun jumped lightly and landed lightly next to the fruit tree. He carefully picked a few ripe golden jade fruits and placed them in a special jade box to prevent their spiritual energy from dissipating.

After completing all this, Song Yun did not stay here for long.

Because he knew that although the battle was over, the fierce confrontation and deafening noise might have alarmed other monks in the area.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, any slight disturbance may lead to fatal disaster.

So Song Yun made a decisive decision.

He took a deep breath, gathered the spiritual power in his body, stretched out his body, and left the area at an extremely fast speed like an arrow.