Awakening the Eternal Heaven-Swallowing Art

"you……"

Yang Tao was startled.

Before he could say anything, Ling Yun had already slashed his neck with a sword.

Then, Ling Yun swayed and returned to the original place.

Poof!

Only then did blood spurt out.

Yang Tao's head flew out directly.

Everyone's eyes widened.

No one could have imagined that Ling Yun would dare to openly kill someone in the most prestigious banquet in the Western Wilderness.

Not only that, Ling Yun also killed Daxue Mountain disciples.

The leader of the White Deer Sect is too cruel and murderous.

Murong Kang touched his nose.

When he was in Zhao State, he was worried that he was too impulsive and his methods were too strong.

Now I know that compared to Ling Yun, he is really nothing compared to Ling Yun.

But considering Ling Yun's deeds in the past, it's not surprising.

Ling Yun is such a person.

Su Wanyu is Ling Yun's reverse scale.

People from the Snowy Mountains dared to humiliate Su Wanyu here. It would be strange if they didn't die.

Zhao Kuo, who was not far away, felt a surge of energy all over his body.

Although he was the prince of the Zhao Kingdom and usually prided himself on being decisive in killing, he was still shocked when he saw Ling Yun's methods at this moment.

If it were him, he would never dare to take action in such a situation, let alone kill someone.

As a result, Ling Yun not only killed someone, but also looked calm after the killing, as if he just slapped a mosquito to death.

"court death!"

Wu Zhen was furious.

The leader of the White Deer Sect dared to openly kill people from Daxue Mountain in front of him. He simply didn't take him seriously.

It's really hateful for a person from the Western Wilderness to be so presumptuous.

However, before he could take action, he heard Snow Monk sigh: "Senior Brother Wu, please step back."

"Junior Brother Snow Monk, he..."

Wu Zhen felt unwilling for a while.

Monk Xue ignored him and looked at Ling Yun: "Donor Ling, after we parted ways in the ancient city, I didn't expect that we would meet a month in advance."

Ling Yun immediately understood what he meant.

When he was in the ancient city, he made a three-month appointment with Snow Monk.

Now it's been two months since that March appointment, and there's still one month left.

Next to them, Wu Zhen and other Daxue Mountain disciples also had their bodies shake violently, looking at Ling Yun in horror.

Obviously, they also understood Ling Yun's identity through Xue Monk's words.

Obviously, the leader of a mere indigenous force in the Western Wilderness would not let Snow Monk be so polite.

In this situation, there is only one possibility, and that is Ling Yun, the leader of the White Deer Sect, the unparalleled genius of the East.

Wu Zhen suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

Although he believed that Ling Yun could not be a match for Snow Monk, he was still ranked fifth in the world, and killing him would definitely be no more difficult than killing an ant.

The other big figures in Xihuang looked at each other with doubts in their eyes.

They originally thought that if Ling Yun dared to kill the Daxue Mountain disciples, he would definitely be killed directly by Wu Zhen and other Eastern Tu warriors.

Who would have thought that Snow Monk would show up in person.

Moreover, why did Snow Monk's words cause the faces of Dongtu and others to change drastically, and their eyes to look at Ling Yun were filled with fear?

The emperors of the Eleven-Nation Alliance felt an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness in their hearts, feeling that some extremely critical things seemed to be beyond their control.

However, when they saw the Snow Monk, they settled down again.

No matter how extraordinary Ling Yun is, they believe that with Snow Monk here, Ling Yun can't make any waves.

"Xue Monk, Xihuang's affairs should be resolved by Xihuang itself, and you Daxueshan intervened. What's going on?"

Ling Yun said lightly.

An ordinary person might be confused by Ling Yun's words.

Snow Monk is not an ordinary person.

He did not answer Ling Yun's words, but instead said: "Donor Ling, we can talk about this matter later. Let's talk about it first. Donor Ling kills my Daxue Mountain disciples like this. Do you want to give me Daxue Mountain an explanation?"

"Explain?"

Ling Yun smiled and said, "You people from Daxue Mountain insulted my senior sister and deserved death. If I just kill him, it would be considered a mercy. What else do I have to explain to you?"

Snow Monk frowned.

He didn't speak. Behind him, a middle-aged man couldn't help but angrily yelled: "Arrogant!"

With his anger, his aura was suddenly released.

Martial Saint!

Astonishingly, this middle-aged man is a martial saint.

As soon as the Martial Saint's aura comes out, no warrior in the Western Wilderness can resist it.

In an instant, all the warriors turned pale.

Many leaders of major forces were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.

To them, the Martial Saint is no different than a god!

But what is strange is the emperors of the Western Wilderness.

They were also greatly affected.

But every Xihuang emperor has a mysterious power that protects them, preventing them from collapsing and kneeling under the pressure of the Martial Saint.

"Nephew Snow Monk, let me deal with this person."

The middle-aged man sneered, then stared at Ling Yun and said: "Ling Yun, I know you are a genius, but if you are too presumptuous, you will still die."

Boom!

The aura coming out of him became more and more terrifying.

Astonishingly, this middle-aged man is not only a Martial Saint, but also a fourth-level Martial Saint!

Because of this, even though he knew that Ling Yun was powerful and powerful, he was still not afraid.

Then the soles of his feet stamped hard on the ground.

The ground was broken, and a foot print half a meter deep appeared.

The entire banquet hall was shaken.

The next moment, the middle-aged martial saint was like a tyrannosaurus, crossing dozens of meters in an instant and arriving in front of Ling Yun.

As he crossed, the air rippled and made a harsh friction sound, which showed how fast he was.

"Die!"

The middle-aged Martial Saint punched.

His fist was like a mountain, smashing hard.

Half of the hall on the opposite side collapsed in an instant.

The terrifying storm of destruction, accompanied by his fist, rushed out wildly, grinding some trees hundreds of meters away into powder.

Fortunately, Ling Yun had his back to the main hall door and there was no one behind him, otherwise, with the cultivation level of these people in the Western Wilderness, they would probably be killed instantly.

All the people in the Western Wilderness around him were terrified.

In the past, they had only seen records of the Martial Saint in some ancient books, but had never seen it with their own eyes.

Now that they saw it with their own eyes, they knew that what was recorded in the books would never be as shocking as what they saw with their own eyes.

The Martial Saint was really terrifying.

This kind of god-like existence could not be dealt with even with an army.

The other party alone could probably kill hundreds of thousands of troops.

It was a pity that this level of existence could not pose a threat to Ling Yun at all.

Do these people really think that he was joking when he killed Zuoqiu Xun in Dinghai City?

"Get lost."

Ling Yun didn't even raise his eyelids, stood still, and punched back directly.

The middle-aged martial saint on the opposite side was actually not weak, and his punch had a force of 500 million jin.

However, Ling Yun's casual punch had a force of 600 million jin.

When the middle-aged martial saint felt the pressure of Ling Yun's fist, he was horrified and had a bad premonition.

But he was too late to regret.

The next moment, the mighty fist rushed towards him.

The middle-aged martial saint's fist was directly crushed.

Then with a bang, the middle-aged martial saint was blasted and flew backwards.

As he flew backwards, the other half of the hall collapsed and shattered.