Chuanshu Shizun is a big villain

Chapter 339: White Clothes Victory Snow Spiritual Rhythm

Lingqu City, City Lord’s Mansion.

The main structure of the building with white walls and gray tiles shook violently under the pressure from the fat and thin men.

The white lime kept falling off, and the tiles on the wall rose and fell, collided, and shattered.

This horrifying scene would probably scare ordinary people to death.

If you were in it, this terrifying pressure would not only crush you to pieces, but it would also force the people inside to kneel on the ground and crawl on the ground.

In the city lord's mansion.

A handsome man dressed in white, with a jade-like face and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes. Between his eyebrows, there is an indescribable coldness and an inexpressible divinity.

This person is more divine than the immortal god sitting in the shrine.

He is like an immortal who lives high in the heavenly world and comes down to this world just to save the world.

The fat and thin Shinto practitioners, who were wrapped in black aura, stared at the spiritual fellow who looked like a god in front of them with their eyes.

Faced with the undisguised pressure from the two, a bright golden light flashed in the eyes of Ling Daoyun in white.

Ling Daoyun, who practices the way of incense and fire, likes to be approached. Besides, with his cultivation, he does not need others to take care of many things. Therefore, in the entire City Lord's Mansion, Ling Daoyun is the only one in charge.

If there are others...

There was a bright golden light in Ling Daoyun's eyes. Ling Daoyun practiced Taoism and had his own beliefs. He was kind to others in normal times and gave people a warm and easy-going feeling.

Some people always think that others with good personalities are easy to bully.

Just because I'm kind to others doesn't mean I'm easy to bully.

"What do you want to do?" "Threaten me?"

Ling Daoyun's voice was plain and straightforward, without any emotional fluctuations.

It's like talking to the dead.

The fat and thin Shinto practitioners did not restrain themselves because of Ling Daoyun's cold words and the lack of emotion. On the contrary, their eyes were full of mockery.

In the world of cultivating immortals, no matter what method you practice, you cannot change a single thing.

The strong are respected.

In front of a strong person, all the backbone and dignity, sometimes, really are nothing.

No matter how glorious, upright, and morally noble you are, you are nothing in the face of absolute strength.

In their eyes, killing the opponent can solve many problems.

The fifteen realms of immortal cultivation.

One realm and one heaven.

In the eyes of many citizens of Lingqu City, Ling Daoyun is undoubtedly a good city lord with high moral character.

but……

In the eyes of practitioners who are more powerful than him, what does it mean?

The fat middle-aged man's voice was full of sarcasm, "Ling Daoyun, you should know that in this world, the strong are respected. What's the point of acting calm and composed?"

"Every time I see your hypocritical look of pretending to be reserved and a good person, I feel sick."

"Why are you looking at me with such cold eyes?"

"Are you unconvinced?"

"I'm telling you right here, yes, I just want to threaten you!"

The thin man said at the right time: "Yes, we are going to threaten you. What can you do to us?"

"You are just a weakling in the Foundation Establishment Stage."

"And we are the noble Ganlin Realm warriors, not far from the powerful First Realm of Earthly Immortals."

"We have reached a bottleneck in our practice of the incense and fire way, and we thought of you. You should feel honored."

"It is as difficult as ascending to heaven for an ant in the Foundation Establishment Realm to see our divine back."

"Today, you met the two of us. It is the blessing you have cultivated for eight lifetimes, but you don't know how to cherish it. You even questioned us." "Sure enough, some people don't deserve my sympathy or my good face."

"Since you said I threatened you, then we really are threatening you."

"I'll give you three numbers to think about it. If you know what's good for you, leave Lingqu City and let my two brothers take over Lingqu City. My two brothers can let you leave safely."

"If you don't want to leave, haha..."

The thin man did not say the next words, but the threat he contained was self-evident.

A cold light flashed in Ling Daoyun's eyes. He slowly raised his hand and with a casual move, a three-foot green sword appeared in his hand.

"I didn't even count, and you made your choice." The fat man said slowly, "It's a pity that you made a wrong choice."

As soon as the words fell, the fat man touched the ground with his feet, then rose up from the ground and rushed towards Ling Daoyun.

At the same time, powerful energy gathered in his hands.

The fist punched towards Ling Daoyun.

A scorching light shone from the fat man's fist.

The unparalleled power exploded in an instant.

A cold look flashed in the fat man's eyes. In his opinion, Ling Daoyun, who was at the Foundation Establishment Stage, would definitely die under this punch of his, without the slightest chance of accident.

Facing the fat man's fierce punch, Ling Daoyun looked indifferent and swung the sword in his hand casually.

A snow-white sword light flew out from the long sword and slashed towards the fat middle-aged man's fist.

puff.

The moment the sword light touched the fist, it directly split the fist into two, extending along the arm to the forearm.

The entire arm was cut off so cleanly.

Blood flowed out uncontrollably.

When you encounter an enemy, how can you attack only once?

Ling Daoyun swung the sword in his hand again, aiming at the fat man's head.

The obese man's pupils suddenly contracted and he felt as if he was about to die.

He didn't understand why Ling Daoyun, who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, had such a powerful means of attack. He couldn't even withstand a single blow in front of him.

Without time to think, regardless of the pain, the obese man looked at the thin man and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Daoyou, save me!!!"

The thin man was also stunned. He couldn't react as to why Ling Daoyun was so powerful.

They are obviously stronger than Ling Daoyun, and they are stronger by more than one level.

By the time the thin man came to his senses, the fat man's headless body had already fallen down.

The thin man quickly came up with a plan, and without even thinking, he turned into a stream of light and fled towards the distant sky.

He knew his own limitations and knew that there was no way he could withstand Ling Daoyun's attack just now.

The death of the obese man is the best proof.

You have strong attack power, I don’t believe you can catch up with me when I’m running away at full speed.

The icy look in Ling Daoyun's eyes had not dissipated as he swung his sword.

A ray of snow-white sword light seemed to be able to compete with the sun.

In the sunlight, the thin man's body was pierced by the long sword.

In an instant, the entire sky was raining blood and flesh.

Ling Daoyun raised his hand and waved casually.

A ray of light fell in the air.

The blood, flesh and rain disappeared in an instant, and the whole sky became fresh and natural.

Putting away the sword, Ling Daoyun walked towards his place of practice with an expressionless face.

After walking a few steps, Ling Daoyun stopped and looked outside the courtyard, frowning slightly, and said, "Fellow Daoists, why are you hiding your head and showing your tail?"