"Let me get out!" hahaha......" Xue Lei laughed angrily.

"Song Yun, today I will teach you how to behave, in the eyes of Senior Brother Feng Fei, you are just an ant, you can be pinched to death at will, today I Xue Lei, let you know what is powerful, let you know that in this Huailing Academy, you are just a clown, you don't need Senior Brother Feng Fei to do it, if I want to kill you, my Xue Lei's sword is enough! You remember it for me!" Xue Lei said, a storage bag, and a crimson flying sword in his hand.

This crimson flying sword was surrounded by a trace of blue flames, and under Xue Lei's urging with aura, this flying sword was full of crimson light, and the surrounding air flow appeared strongly distorted, even Xue Lei himself was distorted when Song Yun looked at it.

The terrifying heat raged, and the rolling heat wave continued to roll away in all directions.

Xue Lei asked himself, with this Chiyan Sword that had been infused six times in his hand, even if it was the Dao Spirit Realm, he would dare to try to fight.

Although he thinks that in order to take down Song Yun, he doesn't need the Chiyan Sword, but he wants this arrogant Song Yun to be fearful and desperate, he wants Song Yun to know what is powerful, and if he angers someone who shouldn't be angry, he can only stand and wait for death, there is no possibility of resistance, he wants Song Yun to regret his provocation to the Law Enforcement Hall, regret his insulting words, a weak person is disrespectful to the strong, then the end must be extremely miserable.

As soon as this sword came out, even the ruined old man couldn't sit still, he maintained twelve points of vigilance, and focused all his attention on Xue Lei.

Everyone in the battle martial arts department also came out of the house, looking at the crimson magic weapon flying sword, feeling the layers of heat roasting the skin, and under the contraction of their pupils, they immediately used the spiritual energy in their bodies to resist, and they were barely fine.

Inject the spirit six times of the high-grade magic weapon, the entire outer courtyard only Feng Fei's Chiyan sword, this is still Feng Fei's family spent a lot of money, asked the refining master to inject the spirit into it, even the disciples of the inner courtyard have the high-grade magic weapon is only a handful, most of them are the low-grade magic weapon of the spirit four times.

The top-grade magic weapon is too rare, even if it is successful in injecting spirits every time, until it is injected six times, it also requires materials worth millions of lower-grade spirit stones, not to mention that the more times it is injected, the greater the possibility of failure, let's say that it is injected five to six times, and the success rate is only a little more than two percent.

Song Yun looked at Xue Lei and the Chiyan Sword coldly, there was no panic or panic in his eyes, only contempt and ridicule.

Because Song Yun, who had once fused with the little sword soul, the flying sword he turned into had killed countless living beings, and a sword roar could shatter the void and collapse the world, and his sword intent dared to compete with the will of heaven and pierce the sky. Therefore, when looking at this Chiyan Sword, Song Yun naturally showed contempt, this was instinctive, not deliberately contrived.

"Song Yun, you are looking for death by yourself!" Xue Lei saw Song Yun's calm eyes containing contempt, and he was furious, and there was a trace of grievance, he wanted to see Song Yun fearful, desperate, and even knelt on the ground begging for mercy, who would have thought that this Song Yun still looked at himself contemptuously, which made him unacceptable, and his heart was murderous.

Song Yun wiped the storage bag, and a long sword was in his hand, this long sword was just a low-grade magic weapon, and a faint halo flowed on it, and there was nothing strange about it.

Under the astonishment of the old man and the disciples of the War Martial Arts Department, and even Xue Lei, the long sword in Song Yun's hand slowly pointed at Xue Lei, the meaning is obvious, I will use this sword to fight with you.

"This kid, what the hell is going on!" The old man showed an anxious look, even he couldn't ignore the high-grade magic weapon, he couldn't understand what this Song Yun was doing?

"Senior Brother Song, that's a top-grade magic weapon flying sword!" Zhang Kuishan reminded.

Song Yun didn't answer, dancing in a white robe, quite like a kendo master.

"You give me death!" Xue Lei yelled fiercely and pointed at Song Yun.

Suddenly, the Chiyan Sword spun around and stabbed directly at Song Yun.

Song Yun only saw a large area of distorted air current, pressing towards him, and the Red Flame Sword was like a fish in the water in the distorted air current, swaying and approaching quickly.

The bad old man's face was solemn, this sword, even he didn't dare to despise it, the high-grade magic weapon was too strong, in his opinion, the heat wave distorted the spatial airflow, so that the naked eye could not capture the trajectory of the Chiyan sword at all, Song Yun couldn't dodge, if it was hard to shake, what hard shake Song Yun would take? He couldn't think of it, but seeing Song Yun's calm face, he had no intention of spoiling the old man, because there were too many possibilities in Song Yun, this kid was very evil, and he couldn't grasp it at all.

"Senior Brother Song, here, be careful!" Lin Xiang yelled anxiously.

The rest of the Battle Martial Arts disciples clenched their fists and showed firmness in their eyes, because they knew that there was nothing that Senior Brother Song couldn't do.

Just when the Chiyan Sword was half a zhang away from Song Yun, two sword rays shot out of Song Yun's eyes.

"Little Sword Soul!" Song Yun broke off in his heart, and suddenly, a sword sound sounded in Song Yun's mind, and the little sword soul entered Song Yun's body in an instant, followed his arm, and directly merged into the long sword.

Song Yun was awe-inspiring, hunting in white robes, the long sword in his hand shook slightly, and was raised high by him, emitting a loud and spiritual sword sound, this sword sound contained disdain and ridicule, and slashed down towards the coming Chiyan sword.

"His grandmother's, this long sword has a spirit! This can't be! This sword was pit from me by this kid, it's obviously a low-grade magic weapon, am I blind!" The old man jumped up directly when he heard the loud sound of the sword, and exclaimed.

'Choking'

A crisp sound was heard.

Under everyone's astonishment, the high temperature and heat wave emitted by the Chiyan Sword suddenly erupted, rolling around, several times more violent than before, the disciples of the War Martial Arts Department quickly retreated, and were swept away by this heat wave, only feeling unable to breathe, but just for a moment, this heat wave disappeared, they hurriedly looked at Song Yun, under this look, they were not shocked, but their faces were strange, because no matter what miracle Song Yun created, they would not be surprised.

They saw that Song Yun was still holding a long sword, and the Chiyan Sword, a top-grade magic weapon that had been infused with spirits six times, was suddenly broken into two.

The bad old man blinked his eyes and was stunned for a moment, looking at the long sword in Song Yun's hand, he suddenly had an urge to go crazy, what does this mean, this shows that the sword that Song Yun took away from him far exceeds the top-grade magic weapon.

"Oh my God! I'm missing something!" The old man carefully looked at the long sword in Song Yun's hand with his spiritual thoughts, and had confirmed that this long sword was his own sword, and he suddenly despaired.

At this time, the most exaggerated thing belonged to Xue Lei, his eyes were bulging, his chin was about to fall off, and even his snot was flowing out, he bowed forward, his neck was stretched out, and he looked at the broken Chiyan Sword blankly, the whole person was like a lightning strike, he didn't move at all, and he was completely stupid on the spot.

Until Song Yun walked in front of him, he didn't react, as if he had become a statue, keeping his mouth wide open and snotty, because he couldn't understand why the Chiyan Sword that had been injected with spirit six times would break, and if Feng Fei let himself lose, even if he sold himself, it would be useless...... I can't afford it!

"Hmph, the frog at the bottom of the well, the broken sword that has only been injected six times, dare to take it out and be rampant!" Song Yun said disdainfully.

Everyone in the battle martial arts department was speechless again.

Infusion six times...... Broken Sword! Only Senior Brother Song is qualified to say it.

"Stinky boy, return the sword to me!Otherwise, the old man will not be finished with you!" The old man roared unwillingly, and jumped out with his head, his old eyes were red, and he appeared directly beside Song Yun, looked at Xue Lei, who was an eyesore, slapped Xue Lei away, and grabbed it casually, and the Chiyan Sword that was broken in two not far away was caught in his hand by him, and he was also thrown out of the small courtyard of the War Martial Arts Department, he felt that these were all rubbish, only the long sword in Song Yun's hand was the most treasure, and he had to take it back whatever he said.

Song Yun was so frightened that he trembled, he didn't know what kind of illness this old guy was committing, he looked at the long sword in his hand, and then he understood.

"Isn't it just a broken sword, for you, I don't want it. Song Yun threw the long sword in his hand to the ground, made a choking sound, and turned back to the house.

"Broken ...... Broken Sword!" The old man's eyes widened, and he grabbed the hand of the long sword on the ground, and suddenly felt like a beggar begging for food in front of Song Yun.

"This kid is so crazy! This sword has a spirit, it's a treasure!" The old man picked up the long sword on the ground and carefully held it with both hands, as if he was offering it to his ancestors, ready to go back to the house to study it.