The cold light of the sword blade continued to magnify in the eyes of the madman, and even his beard could be clearly seen.

The breath of death hits the face. At this critical moment, the madman loses his composure and yells, "Stone Statue!"

Suddenly, a light gray light on his body, and his skin was bulging, as dark as a stone.

But before the stone completely covered his body, the sword blade had already slashed hard on his chest.

Just like cutting melons and vegetables, the stone skin was as fragile as a piece of paper, and a long slanted wound was printed on his body, and blood was broken.

"Ah!!! Damn it!!!!" The madman retreated in horror, a kind of panic and pain buried his reason.

He did not expect that this person was also a cultivator, and he took action without saying a word.

In broad daylight, in the bright world, he actually took action?

He is not afraid of everyone's words? He is not afraid of insulting thousands of people?

"What happened? Is this guy crazy?"

"Ling Yun didn't say anything, just do it! So many of us are watching, aren't he really afraid of causing trouble?"

"Young man, I just can't hold back!"

"Bitch!!!! You dare to attack me!!!" The madman held the wound with one hand and the other fell to the side, his expression ferociously, his eyes full of anger, and his voice was like thunder.

The stone skin on his body gradually covered his body, making the color deeper and harder. However, the injured area was still bleeding.

Ling Yun did not reply, but just relied on his moves to bring his own words.

With the swing of the sword, the blood stained on the sword drifted with the wind under the surging spiritual energy.

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

"You!!! Damn it!!!!" Before the madman could finish his words, he quickly put up his arms to protect his head and chest.

The stone skin on the arms is deeper, even with a little greenness.

The long sword filled with spiritual energy slashed on the madman's arm. If the madman had not also gathered all his spiritual power here at the same time, then this attack might have killed him.

Even so, deep scars appeared on the madman's arms and blood splashed everywhere.

The madman quickly retreated, and this kind of thing could not be fought any longer. Sooner or later, it would be lifeless if it continued like this.

Although the stone statue can greatly enhance defense, it will also greatly limit movement ability.

Ling Yun kicked his chest, and the wound that was gradually sparse in his chest instantly cracked.

The madman collapsed suddenly

The ground reveals great flaws.

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

This time, the sword actually carried the sword's murderous aura swept down.

The madman quickly reached out to block it, but he underestimated Ling Yun's combat power and lethality. He slashed the sword, but turned a strange turn in the air and happened to bypass his hand.

The madman thought his arm was blocking it, but in fact, the sword had already slashed into his chest.

The injury is increased, the pain is increased, and the blood of the crazy man is flowing out in large pieces.

"Hey, is this going to kill someone?" The people who were originally standing in the distance screamed in horror.

People didn't dare to breathe for a moment, and people watched this scene in fear and excitement.

The cultivators' killing each other triggers something that seems to be suppressed, a sense of hatred caused by jealousy or envy.

The madman was gasping on the ground and wanted to get up, but his wounds were removed, which made him fail many times and fell down with a bang.

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

"You can't kill me!!! No! If you kill me, you can't survive. With so many people watching, you can't escape even if you kill me." The madman kept rubbing his legs back, and the petrification on his body had long lost his combat ability due to excessive injuries.

The blood flowing with him continued to extend on the blue brick floor along with his body. Ling Yun's approached the faster he retreated.

The people around him were silent when they saw this.

Everyone was shocked by Ling Yun's indifference, held their breath, and wanted to see what Ling Yun would do next. No one felt that the madman was cowardly. If it were him, he would probably be far worse than the madman.

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

The madman gasped in pain.

Ling Yun crushed hard under his feet, and the madman suddenly felt in pain, just like he was bitten by a poisonous snake and then not let go.

He was so painful that tears flowed out, and he screamed in pain. Even though he was a master of body refining before, Ling Yun was chasing him on the wound, and the wound was like blood flowing.

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

"You? I won't kill you." Ling Yun finally spoke, but his tone seemed to be very plain.

In this dead silence

The wine shop clearly entered everyone's ears.

"But, I can break one of your legs and one arm. In French, I can go to imprisonment at most and then pay you a sum of money. But what about you? You can only spend the rest of your life in the hospital bed, and then I will destroy your breath holes and prevent you from practicing for the rest of your life. Do you think this result is what you want to see?"

Ling Yun condescendingly and said slowly.

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

"Damn it, if I had been prepared in advance, how could I have been seriously injured at the beginning? How could I not be able to defeat the sneak attacker in front of me?"

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

What kind of eyes are they, full of murderous aura, inhumane, indifferent eyes.

This indifference is both arrogance towards reality, a hatred towards the world and a trampling on order.

"These eyes? These eyes! I've met them!!!" The madman's eyes were full of fear.

The same boy in white stepped on him, with such cold eyes.

"Su Nuan..." This name that will make him remember for a lifetime, this nightmare for a lifetime.

"Damn it! If it weren't for your sneak attack, if I hadn't reached the spiritual master, I wouldn't have let you trample on it." The madman was full of reluctance and resentment in his words and deeds.

"Oh, since that's the case, I won't kill you this time." A smiley expression flowed out from Ling Yun's mouth.

"You go back and practice well. After practicing at level 3, come and cause trouble for me. I hope you can bring me some fun normally after level 3. Haha,"

Ling Yun slowly raised his feet and let him go.

"Get out quickly!" Ling Yun looked down at him, as if he was looking at an ant.

The madman trembled all over, slowly got up, and stumbled out of the winery.

Everyone was silent, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.

Ling Yun stood there, constantly scanning the eyes of these passers-by. No matter where he looked, those who watched the fun buried their heads deeply.

The shopkeeper and the guy looked at him in shock and excitement, but he didn't expect that his backstage would be so tough.

Their hearts were extremely surprised, and their eyes at Ling Yun had completely changed from distrust to worship.

"In the eyes of the boss, we have never been the same type of people."
Chapter completed!