The cold light of the blade continued to magnify in the madman's eyes, and he could even clearly see his own beard.

The breath of death came to his face, and at this critical juncture, the madman shouted out "Stone Statue Gong!"

Suddenly, there was a pale gray light on his body, and the skin all over his body was already bulging, as gray as a stone.

But before the stone could completely cover his body, the blade of the sword had already slashed into his chest.

Like chopping melons and vegetables, the defense of the stone skin was as fragile as a piece of paper, and a long diagonal wound was imprinted on his body, and the blood was cracked.

"Ah!! damn it!!!" The madman stepped back in horror, a panic and pain that buried his sanity.

He didn't expect that this person was also a cultivator, and he would do it without saying a word.

In broad daylight, under the bright sky, did you really do it?

He is not afraid of the crowd? He is not afraid of being insulted by thousands of people?

"What's going on? Is this guy crazy?"

"Ling Yun didn't say anything, just do it! With so many of us watching, is he really not afraid of causing trouble?"

"Young man, I just can't hold my breath!"

"Slut!!! you dare to sneak up on me!!" The madman held the wound with one hand, and the other hand hung to the side, his expression was hideous, and his eyes were full of resentment. The sound was like thunder.

The stone skin on his body gradually covered his body, and the color became darker and harder. However, the wound was still bleeding.

Ling Yun didn't reply, but just relied on the moves in his hand to bring his own words.

With a flick of the long sword, the aura surged, and the blood stained on the long sword drifted away with the wind.

The two feet quickly approached, and another sword slashed out, as fast as lightning.

"You !!! damn it、!!!!" The madman didn't have time to finish, and hurriedly raised his arms to protect his head and chest.

The stone skin on the arm is deeper, even with a hint of green.

The aura-filled sword slashed at the madman's arm, and if it weren't for the madman's ability to gather all his spiritual power here at the same time, the attack might have killed him.

Even so, the madman's arm was deeply scarred, and blood splattered everywhere.

The madman quickly stepped back, and this kind of thing could not be fought any longer. If this continues, sooner or later, you will die.

Although the stone statue can greatly enhance the defense, it can also greatly limit the ability to move.

Ling Yun kicked him in the chest, and the wound on his chest, which was gradually thinning, instantly cracked open.

The madman collapsed to the ground, revealing a great flaw.

A cold light flashed in Ling Yun's eyes, and he grabbed the flaw, and the sword fell again.

This time, the sword actually carried the slightest trace of air-breaking murderous aura and swept down.

The madman hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it, but he underestimated Ling Yun's combat power and lethality, and the long sword slashed, but it turned strangely in the air, just bypassing his hand.

The madman's arm thought it was blocked, but in fact, the long sword had already slashed at his chest.

Wound after injury, pain after pain, the madman's blood flowed out in large pieces.

"Hey, is this going to kill someone?" the people who were standing far away cried out in horror.

People didn't dare to gasp, and people watched this scene with fear and excitement.

The cannibalism of the cultivators triggered something that seemed to be suppressed by death, a sense of hatred born of jealousy or envy.

The madman gasped on the ground and tried to get up, but the wounds were withdrawn one by one, making him fall short many times, slammed and fell.

Ling Yun walked slowly, the madman lost a lot of blood, his face was pale, and he looked at Ling Yun in horror. With each step Ling Yun took, the pressure that was originally pressing on him like a mountain increased step by step.

"You can't kill me!! you can't! Kill me, and you won't be able to mess around." With so many people watching, you can't escape if you kill me. The madman's legs kept rubbing back, and the petrification on his body had already lost his ability to fight due to excessive injuries.

The blood he flowed, along with his body, continued to extend on this blue brick floor, and the closer Ling Yun got closer, the faster he retreated.

The people around were silent when they saw this.

Everyone was shocked by Ling Yun's indifference and held their breath to see what Ling Yun would do next. No one thinks that a madman is a wretch, and if he were to change himself, he would probably be even worse than a madman.

Ling Yun walked up to the madman, raised his foot, and stomped on the madman's chest.

The madman gasped in pain.

Ling Yun was crushed hard under his feet, and the madman suddenly felt pain, just like the feeling of being bitten by a poisonous snake and not letting go.

Tears of pain flowed from his eyes, and he cried out in pain. Even if he used to be a master of body refining, Ling Yun slammed into the wound, and the wound was like blood flowing.

"You!!!! you can't kill ....... me. The madman was excited, and it was very difficult for him to speak.

"I'm not going to kill you. Ling Yun finally spoke, but his tone seemed to be particularly flat.

In this dead and silent wine shop, it clearly entered everyone's ears.

"I can break one of your legs and one of your arms, though. In French, the most I can do is go to jail and pay you a sum of money. But what about you? You can only spend the rest of your life in a hospital bed, and then I will abolish your air pockets and make you unable to cultivate for the rest of your life. Do you think this is what you want to see?"

Ling Yun was condescending and said slowly, word by word.

The madman gasped for breath, his head was in chaos, and Ling Yun's feet made it gradually more difficult for him to even breathe.

"Damn, if I had been prepared in advance, how could I have been seriously injured in the first place, how could I not have been able to beat this sneak attacker in front of me. ”

The madman raised his head and met Ling Yun's eyes.

What kind of eyes were they, murderous, inhumane, indifferent eyes.

This kind of indifference is not only the arrogance of reality, but also the hatred of the world, the trampling on order.

"These eyes, these eyes! I've met !!" the madman's eyes were full of fear.

The same young man in white trampled him under his feet, with the same indifferent eyes.

"Su Nuan......" is a name that can make him remember for a lifetime, this nightmare for a lifetime.

"Damn, if it weren't for your sneak attack, if I hadn't reached the Spirit Master, I wouldn't have let you trample on it like this. The madman's words and deeds are full of unwillingness and resentment.

"Oh, in that case, then I won't kill you this time. A smile appeared at the corner of Ling Yun's mouth.

"You go back and cultivate well, and when you reach the third order, come back to me for trouble." I hope that you can bring me a little fun after the third order. Huh, "

Ling Yun slowly lifted his feet and let him go.

"Don't get out of here!" Ling Yun looked down at him as if he were looking at an ant.

The madman shuddered, slowly got up, and stumbled out of the liquor store.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

Ling Yun stood in place, constantly scanning the eyes of these passers-by. Everywhere you look, those who watch the excitement bury their heads deeply.

The shopkeeper and the guy all looked at him in shock and excitement, they didn't expect his backstage to be so tough.

Their hearts were extremely surprised, and their eyes as they watched Ling Yun have completely changed from the original distrust to worship.

"In the eyes of the owner, it turns out that we have never been the same kind of people. ”