The Immortal Taoist Chapter 220: Vent your breath for everyone in the Sky Splitting Sword Sect

"Keng"

Ling Dao's double fists hit the middle-grade sword weapon, unexpectedly making the sound of piercing gold and cracking stones. His current physical body is completely comparable to a middle-grade sword weapon. Even if Luo Yongkang used a killer move, it was not enough for Ling Dao. Even in the realm, Ling Dao is higher than Luo Yongkang, let alone other aspects.

In terms of swordsmanship, Luo Yongkang exploded after Ling Dao, and Luo Yongkang couldn't keep up with Ling Dao in terms of physical strength. In terms of the original power, Luo Yongkang indeed mastered 100% of the original power, but Ling Dao mastered three original powers, which occupies a great advantage over Luo Yongkang.

Luo Yongkang's ultimate move was nothing in Ling Dao's eyes. It is not that Luo Yongkang's swordsmanship is not strong enough, but Ling Dao's eyesight is too strong, and at a glance, he can see where the weakness of Da Luo Destiny is. The seemingly random punch actually contained Ling Dao's understanding of swordsmanship.

The attainments in kendo, Ling Dao definitely surpasses the King of Universe Realm, because he has a higher realm in his previous life. Not to mention Luo Yongkang, even Luo Chen, in terms of kendo, is far less than Lingdao. With Ling Dao's current strength, dealing with a Luo Yongkang is simply too easy.

"His body is too tyrannical, right?"

"Even the middle-grade swords have been bent, it's incredible!"

"What realm is he now, and why is he so tyrannical?"

Even the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, his eyes widened, he was born in the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he has naturally seen many strong people. However, like Ling Dao, he was obviously a sword repairer, and he could use his double fists to break the ultimate move of the peak warrior of the Origin Realm, and he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, he had seen it for the first time.

As a Sixth-Rank force, there are definitely not a few geniuses in the Heavenly Sword Sect. Unfortunately, no matter what the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion think, there is no one who can match Ling Dao. It's not that he is not so good at the age of sixteen or seven, but because Ling Dao's cultivation time is too short.

It is not impossible if you cultivate since childhood and become a warrior in the mortal realm by the age of sixteen or seventeen. But Ling Dao was only in his physical state last year, and in just over a year, he was so strong that he is now. His speed of ascension is even a bit scary. Anyway, the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has never seen an ascendant so fast.

At this time, Luo Yongkang's middle-grade sword weapon was already bent, and Ling Dao even grasped this middle-grade sword weapon. He only held the blade of the middle-grade sword in his palm, and there were no wounds, which shows how tyrannical his body is. Whether it's a disciple of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, an Anshan clan, or anyone else, they've been dumbfounded.

"With your ability, you want to kill me?"

Ling Dao looked at Luo Yongkang coldly, the strength in his hand gradually increased. For most of the warriors present, the middle-grade swords were sharp enough, but now the middle-grade swords in Luo Yongkang's hands looked like toys in Ling Dao's hands, and they were eventually twisted into a twist shape.

Throwing away the twist-shaped middle-grade sword weapon, Ling Dao used his right hand to pick up Luo Yongkang. He clutched Luo Yongkang's collar tightly, no matter how Luo Yongkang resisted, it would have no effect. Luo Yongkang without a middle-grade sword is like a tiger whose teeth have been extracted.

"Do you dare to move?"

Ling Dao stretched out his left hand and slammed Luo Yongkang's hands, and then the others heard a crisp sound. Luo Yongkang's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his arms were already fractured, and the severe pain made him scream.

After that, Ling Dao stepped on Luo Yongkang's stomach. Luo Yongkang's body was like a cannonball, flying backwards at a very fast speed. Unfortunately, before he could fly far away, Ling Dao caught him again. As if carrying a little chicken, Ling Dao easily picked Luo Yongkang up.

"Elder, Deputy Sect Master, he was the one who injured you earlier? He threatened to destroy our Heaven-Splitting Sword Sect, right?"

With a loud bang, Ling Dao used Luo Yongkang as a stick and smashed to the ground fiercely. With Ling Dao's strength, making such movements naturally caused Luo Yongkang to fall into a bad mood. Fortunately, Ling Dao's mastery of strength is extremely accurate, otherwise Luo Yongkang might have fallen into a puddle of mud.

"You guys just beat me up, just be happy, I'll be the one who beat me!"

After throwing Luo Yongkang in front of the elders and others, Ling Dao said with a smile. The elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and John Johnson are kind to Ling Dao, even if Ling Dao's realm is higher than them, and their strength is stronger than them, they still regard them as elders.

The matter of Luo Yongkang's injury to the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and John Johnson, naturally, cannot be easily forgotten. Now that Luo Yongkang has no middle-grade swords, and his arms are broken again, he can't do anything with Johnson and the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Ling Dao threw Luo Yongkang in front of them, just to vent their anger.

"You! I am the prince of the Daluo Dynasty, who dare to do something to me?"

Unfortunately, before Luo Yongkang's words were finished, Ling Dao stepped on his face. Ling Dao even signaled, letting the disciples of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect take action. The elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and Johnson are relatively stable, but many young disciples are ready to move.

I don't know who was the first to do it. Later, a large group of disciples of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect all beat and kicked Luo Yongkang. Later, Johnson and the elders of the Tibetan Buddhist Pavilion finally couldn't help but began to beat Luo Yongkang violently.

Luo Yongkang is a prince after all. Although he is not taken seriously in the royal family, other people really want to give him some face when he is outside. He didn't expect that one day, he would be beaten wildly by a group of people in the public.

Especially many of the disciples of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, whose realm is low and their age is young, they should have looked up to Luo Yongkang. But now, Luo Yongkang was stepped on by them and ravaged fiercely. With Ling Dao beside him, even if Luo Yongkang wanted to resist, it would be futile.

"Say, what about Anshan Taiping and the others?"

Without worrying about Luo Yongkang's life and death, Ling Dao came directly to Anshan Taifeng. Even Luo Yongkang was beaten into an inhuman form, Anshan Taifeng was naturally extremely afraid of Ling Dao. Seeing Ling Dao walking towards him, he really wanted to turn around and leave, but he didn't have the guts.

"If they die, then you don't want to live today!"

Ling Dao didn't put the sword on Anshan Taifeng's neck, but even so, Anshan Taifeng was trembling with fright. Even the prince dared to beat people violently, Anshan Taifeng naturally did not dare to offend. Moreover, Ling Dao was the King of Xiaoyao, and his status was much higher than him.

"Asshole, I am the prince, how dare you treat me like this!"

Without Ling Dao standing beside him, Luo Yongkang yelled. It's a pity that the disciples of the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect were crazy before Ling Dao made a move this time. Luo Yongkang's cry was soon drowned out by other sounds.

Seeing Luo Yongkang's end, Anshan Taifeng also shrank his neck. Being beaten violently by those disciples of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, the pain is the second, mainly because it is too embarrassing. If this matter spreads out, Luo Yongkang will probably become the laughing stock of the entire Daluo Dynasty.

"They...didn't die, but...were locked up...just!"

Anshan Taifeng said hesitantly, while speaking, he carefully looked at Ling Dao's face. When he saw Ling Dao's expression gloomy, he couldn't help but regress. However, Ling Dao was faster and slapped him in the face with a severe slap.

"You are so bold! You even threatened to annihilate my Sky-Splitting Sword Sect before, right?"

The force of this slap was too strong. Not only did Anshan Taifeng have bleeding from the corners of his mouth, I am afraid that a lot of teeth were lost. It's a pity that Anshan Taifeng didn't dare to say anything bad about Ling Dao. If Ling Dao really angered Ling Dao, it was possible to be killed by Ling Dao.

"I dare not dare, I knew that you were in the Sky Splitting Sword Sect. Even if you gave me a hundred courage, I would not dare to attack the Sky Splitting Sword Sect!"

Originally, Anshan Taifeng wanted to push everything to Luo Yongkang, but after thinking of Luo Yongkang's identity, he could only say that. Luo Yongkang is a son of the royal family. Don't think Luo Yongkang is miserable now, but the entire Da Luo dynasty belongs to their Luo family. If Luo Yongkang is offended, who knows what will happen miserably in the future.

"Unexpectedly, beating the pinnacle warrior of the Origin Realm so happily, it is really powerful!"

"He is not only the pinnacle warrior of the Origin Realm~IndoMTL.com~~ He is also the prince of the Daluo Dynasty. I can’t imagine that I would be able to destroy the prince!"

"Our courage is not small, even the prince dare to fight, and the attack is quite ruthless!"

At this time, Luo Yongkang is almost dying. His costume was already in tatters, and there were blood stains everywhere on the ground. A prince at the pinnacle of the Origin Realm was beaten in this way. I am afraid that he has never appeared before.

"Ling Dao, did we do this a bit too much?"

Duan Zhenghui asked worriedly, beating the prince of the Daluo dynasty is simply a sin of treason. Now too impulsive, even Duan Zhenghui couldn't help stepping on Luo Yongkang's feet. But when Duan Zhenghui calmed down, he became worried.

The Sky Splitting Sword Sect was only a tenth-rank force after all, and compared with the Daluo Dynasty of the eighth-rank force, there was a huge difference. If the royal family decides to get rid of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, then the Sky Splitting Sword Sect has no resistance at all. Thinking of the terrible consequences, Duan Zhenghui regretted it. He should have discouraged other people before.

"Sect Master, don't worry, he's just a prince. If you hit it, you hit it. Is there anything wrong with it?"

Ling Dao returned to the Daluo dynasty this time, he was seeking revenge from the royal family, so naturally he would not care if a prince was beaten. Duan Zhenghui's worries, in his view, are all unnecessary. Anyway, he wanted to beat Luo Yongkang, so he would beat him, without any psychological burden.

"I only know that those who dare to bully my Sky-Splitting Sword Sect will kill them! Those who dare to threaten to razor my Sky-Splitting Sword Sect to the ground will kill no one!"

Ling Dao's voice rang out in the field, and all the disciples of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect couldn't help clenching their fists. Duan Zhenghui, Johnson & Johnson and others looked at Ling Dao with pride and comfort!