Before he could say anything, Ling Yun had already slashed his neck with a sword.
Then, Ling Yun swayed and returned to where he was.
Pfft! Only then did blood spurt out.
Yang Tao's head flew out directly.
Everyone around them stared wide-eyed.
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.
Only now do I realize 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 had just slapped a mosquito to death.
"court death!"
Wu Zhen was furious.
This 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 is really hateful that a person from the Western Wilderness can be so presumptuous.
However, before he could take action, he heard Snow Monk sigh: "Senior Brother Wu, please step back."
"Junior Brother Xue 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 deserted 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 shaken 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 that the leader of the White Deer Sect, Ling Yun, is 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 the fifth most talented person in the world, and killing him would definitely be no more difficult than killing an ant.
The other big figures in the Western Wilderness looked at each other with confusion 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 Xueseng's words cause the faces of Dongtu and others to change drastically, and the eyes they looked 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 Snow Monk, they settled down again.
No matter how extraordinary Ling Yun is, they believe that with Snow Monk here, Ling Yun will not be able to cause any trouble.
"Xue Monk, Xihuang's affairs should be resolved by Xihuang itself, and you Daxueshan intervened. What's going on?"
Ling Yun said calmly.
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 discuss this matter later. Let's talk about it first. Donor Ling killed 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!"
Following his anger, his breath was immediately released.
Martial Saint! Surprisingly, this middle-aged man is a Martial Saint.
Once 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 big forces were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.
To them, the Martial Saint is no different than a god! But the strange thing is that they are the emperors of the Western Wasteland.
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 an unparalleled genius, but if you are too presumptuous, you will still die."
Rumble! The aura coming out of his body became more and more terrifying.
Astonishingly, this middle-aged man was not only a Martial Saint, but also a fourth-level Martial Saint! Because of this, even though he knew that Ling Yun was so 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 going.
"die!"
The middle-aged martial sage punches.
His fist was like a mountain, smashing out hard.
The half of the main hall on the opposite side collapsed in an instant.
The terrifying storm of destruction, accompanied by the strength of his fists, rushed out, grinding some trees hundreds of meters away into powder.
Fortunately, Ling Yun had his back to the main hall gate and there was no one behind him. Otherwise, with the cultivation of people like Xihuang, he would have been killed instantly.
Everyone in the Western Wilderness looked frightened.
In the past, they had only seen records of martial saints in some ancient books, but had never seen them with their own eyes.
Now that they saw it with their own eyes, they realized that what was recorded in the book would never be as shocking as what they saw with their own eyes.
The Martial Saint is really terrifying.
This kind of god-like existence cannot be dealt with even by the army.
One person from the other side may be able to kill hundreds of thousands of troops.
It's a pity that an existence of this level cannot 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?
"roll."
Ling Yun didn't even raise his eyelids, he stood still and punched back.
The middle-aged Martial Saint opposite him was actually not weak. One punch had a force of 500 million kilograms.
However, Ling Yun's casual punch has a power of 600 million kilograms.
When he felt the pressure from Ling Yun's fist, the middle-aged martial saint was shocked and had a bad feeling.
But it was too late for him to regret it.
The next moment, a mighty fist rushed towards him.
The middle-aged martial saint's fist force was crushed to pieces.
Then there was a bang, and the middle-aged martial saint was sent flying backwards.
As he flew backwards, the other half of the hall collapsed and shattered.