With Feng Fei's point, his finger instantly turned golden, and the people watching this battle in Huailing Academy, from top to bottom, all held their breath and focused their attention on this finger.

This finger is called the King Kong Broken Throat Finger, the power of this finger can make its cultivation power triple, and Feng Fei is the cultivation of the Heavenly Vein of the Great Perfection of the Body Shaping Realm, and the most important thing is that Feng Fei has been quenched into a soldier four times, and the strength of his physical body is infinitely close to the magic weapon of the lower grade, and no one in the body shaping territory can do it, and the power of this finger can only be shaken by the cultivation of the Dao Spirit Realm.

Whether it was Sikong Zhaoxue, the Great Elder, or the old man, they all sweated for Song Yun.

Song Yun's pupils shrank sharply, a strong sense of crisis came to his mind, and he had to take a step back, and at the same time, with a storage bag and a flying sword in his hand, the aura in his body and the power of nearly 500,000 jin of Chaos Open Heaven Ding instantly merged into the tip of the sword, with an invincible, death-like sword intent, and stabbed directly at Feng Fei's point.

The fingers touched the tip of the sword in an instant, and Song Yun's eyes slowly showed a look of horror.

He saw that the medium-grade magic weapon flying sword in his hand, at the moment of contact with Feng Fei's fingertips, began to break inch by inch from the tip of the sword, and it was fragile and vulnerable, and the aura that was integrated into the tip of the sword and the power of nearly 500,000 jin tripod exploded, and the strong impact force swept everything around, and the house behind Song Yun was instantly razed to the ground, making a rumbling sound, and pushed sideways backwards.

Although Feng Fei's finger was weakened by nearly fifty percent, he did not pause at all, shattering Song Yun's flying sword and directly hitting Song Yun's palm.

Song Yun only felt an unspeakable force rushing into his body, and the sealed 100,000 gold tripods shook violently, causing him to spurt out a large mouthful of blood, and severe pain came from his five organs, and the whole person flew out directly upside down like a cannonball, shattering several boulders and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Song Yun was covered with dust, spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and looked at Feng Fei who came from the dust mist, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"Is this body shaping realm!How can it be so strong!" Song Yun was shocked, and then he didn't think about it, so he turned around and ran.

"Bad old man, save me, I can't beat him!" Song Yun roared, his heart pounded, his footsteps did not stop, and he ran wildly towards the grove next to the war martial arts department, in his mind, if he couldn't beat him, he would run, there was nothing to be ashamed of, only a fool would risk his life to fight hard.

The old man looked strange and hesitated for a moment, but did not move.

Li Muran and An Yaoyao were shocked in their hearts, they were not shocked by how strong Feng Fei's finger was, but shocked that Song Yun actually took this finger and could still jump around, which made them feel incredible.

The Great Elder quietly looked at his master Sikong Zhaoxue, and stopped talking, but finally couldn't help but say, "Master, didn't you mean...... Song Yunzhi's artistic conception can only fight, and he must win, otherwise his artistic conception will collapse, which is not conducive to his future cultivation? But running away without a fight does not match his artistic conception?"

Sikong Zhaoxue frowned slightly when she heard this, slowly tilted her head, glanced at the Great Elder coldly, and did not speak.

The Great Elder bowed slightly, not daring to ask.

"Song Yun, you shook me back, even if you die, it is enough to be proud, you are qualified to be my Feng Fei's stepping stone. Feng Fei walked out of the dust and mist, hunting in a green robe, his long hair was flying, looking at Song Yun's back, he said with a gloomy face, and then he dodged, and the speed was so fast that it turned into a series of afterimages and appeared directly in front of Song Yun.

Song Yun paused, instinctively looked back behind him, then looked at Feng Fei in front of him, and gasped, he didn't expect the other party to be so fast.

"Senior Brother Feng, our buddies have something to say, they are all the same family, why bother to fight and kill, there is nothing that cannot be solved, I have sold you the Supreme Treasure Sword, and our relationship is not bad!

"You have to die. Feng Fei turned his back to Song Yun, his words were cold, with no doubt.

"There's no room for relaxation?" Song Yun's face also turned cold.

"Nope. ”

"I'll go to your uncle's. Song Yun wiped the storage bag, took out six flying swords, and the aura in his body was running to the extreme, and he used the method of turning the aura into silk to control the flying sword to stab Feng Fei directly at his back.

"Hmph. Feng Fei turned his head, did not dodge, but directly collided with his body, under Song Yun's shock again, after the six flying swords stabbed on Feng Fei's body and made a sound of gold and iron clashing, they were all knocked back upside down, and the incomparable sword intent contained on it was also directly wiped out under Feng Fei's domineering and invincible artistic conception.

Song Yun suddenly understood that in the face of absolute power, any artistic conception, sword intent, or obsession was fucking nonsense.

Now that he can't run away, reconciliation is even more impossible, so there is only one battle, Song Yun has his own bottom line, it's normal to run if he can't fight, and it's normal to run away if he can't run away to seek reconciliation, but he must not give in, even if he dies, he must be worthy of Bailian, worthy of the obsession in the dantian, and worthy of his dignity.

Song Yun didn't want to fight hard, after all, he didn't have a deep hatred with Feng Fei, but since this battle was inevitable, then fight, either die, or fight a shocking battle, kill this Feng Fei at his feet, and make his name a legend.

Seeing Feng Fei rushing in front of him, Song Yun's mind moved, and the 500,000 jin of heavy power from the Chaos Open Heaven Ding turned into invisible, surrounding Song Yun's body.

Feng Fei was just approaching, only to feel a strong force rushing towards him, his speed instantly slowed down by eighty percent, and the next moment, this heavy force pressed down fiercely, Feng Fei's face changed, and he stumbled forward, caught off guard, and was about to fall to the ground.

At this moment, Song Yun grabbed it in the air, and the power of the heavy tripod around his body quickly condensed in his palm, turning into a fist-sized golden tripod, which he held in his hand, and then from the bottom up, he called out at Feng Fei, who was about to fall to the ground.

"I don't believe your face is so hard, come on!" As Song Yun roared, the Chaos Open Heaven Ding smashed directly on Feng Fei's door.

'Bang'

'Poof'

Feng Fei was spurted blood from his back by this smash, took a few steps back, lost several teeth, his nose was sore and numb, and his eyes were full of stars.

"I'm fucking mad about you. Song Yun held the golden tripod in his hand, jumped forward, and smashed the door again towards Feng Fei, who was spurting blood on his back.

Although Feng Fei was dizzy from being smashed, he could hear the coming roaring sound, and forcibly sobered himself up, the grievance and madness in his heart were already monstrous, reaching the extreme, because in the plastic body, he had never met an opponent, he thought that all the ants in the same rank were not worthy of fighting with him at all, but today, his pride was crushed, he was unwilling, angry, humiliated, only Song Yun was left in his eyes, he wanted to tear Song Yun to pieces, because in the same realm, no one can defeat him, this is his pride, and no one is allowed to trample on it。

"Ahh

Looking at Jin Ding, who smashed into the door in front of him again, Feng Fei met it with a punch, the domineering and crazy of this punch, as well as the determination not to be provoked, directly scattered the collapse of the chaotic opening heaven in Song Yun's hands.

Song Yun swept up the scattered heavy force and flew out again, but this time he was bounced away, although he was injured, but it was much slighter.

"You die!" Feng Fei slapped the storage bag fiercely, and a flying sword quickly rushed out, a full thirty-six flying swords, turning into thirty-six streamers with different trajectories, stabbing Song Yun directly.

These flying swords have eight low-grade magic weapons, and the rest are high-grade magic weapons, forming a lore sword array, which is shocking.

"Starry Sky Infinite Sword Array!" an outer courtyard disciple exclaimed.

The rest of the people's faces changed dramatically and stepped back again......