"Who are you? Are you also from Nanakashin Temple?"

"Isn't this obvious? The people of Xuanyangmen, are they all so intelligent?" Ling Xiaozhi said as he took off the top hat on his head and the cloak behind him, and then threw it casually behind him, but was caught by Ren Pingsheng, who appeared behind Ling Xiaozhi silently. Then he turned his head and looked at Bai Yanruo, who was seriously injured, and Ye Chaoxiao and Xuanyi, who had passed out in a coma, without saying anything, he took out a bottle of pill from the storage ring and handed it to Bai Yanruo, and then sat on the ground without saying anything.

"You! The people of Qizhong Courtyard are against our Xuanyang Gate everywhere, and they happen to meet several of them, kill you, and the elders will definitely reward us when we go back." A Xuanyang Sect disciple couldn't get angry when he saw Ling Xiaozhi's arrogant appearance, but then he laughed, if he killed these students of the Qizhong Academy today, the elders would definitely reward him when they went back.

"Kill me, come on, I'll just stand here, please—"

Ling Xiaozhi looked at the seven or eight Xuanyangmen figures in front of him with disdain, and said with disdain, his tone and eyes undoubtedly angered these Xuanyangmen disciples whose hearts were higher than the sky, and before the words fell, two Xuanyangmen disciples rushed towards Ling Xiaozhi with flames burning all over their bodies.

"Incendiary Bombs!"

"Flame Punch!"

"Wind-pressed wall—"

The two Xuanyang Sect disciples who rushed in front were not as reckless as they imagined, at least one of them did not rush directly for the sake of safety, but condensed the flames and tentatively sent out a hot flame bomb towards Ling Xiaozhi. Ling Xiaozhi stood in place without any movement, his right hand was raised lightly, and the airflow around his body surged rapidly, quickly condensing and compressing in front of Ling Xiaozhi to form a wall of wind, and the flame bomb hit the wall of wind and exploded. Another Xuanyang Sect disciple who rushed up took advantage of the smoke from the fireball explosion and quickly rushed behind Ling Xiaozhi, the high-temperature flames gathered on his right hand, and smashed towards the back of Ling Xiaozhi's head with the strength of his body.

"Got it—"

Seeing that Ling Xiaozhi didn't react at all, the Xuanyangmen disciple was full of pride, and blasted towards Ling Xiaozhi with a punch, but the moment the fist touched Ling Xiaozhi's body, Ling Xiaozhi's figure disappeared in front of him in an instant, and before this Xuanyangmen disciple could react to what was happening, a voice came into his ears-

"It's too slow, the wind is dead!"

Without giving the Xuanyang Sect disciple in front of him any time to react, Ling Xiaozhi's hand had already penetrated his chest from the back, and then pulled out, and his figure also dodged away in an instant, not letting the gushing blood stain his clothes. The man who rushed in front of him was also a seventh-stage battle master, and he was also a good player, but he was so vulnerable in front of Ling Xiaozhi.

"Xuanyang bursts!"

"Death of the Wind, Torture Hanging!"

The Xuanyang Sect disciple who had released the incinerator bomb to attack Ling Xiaozhi before saw that his companion was killed by Ling Xiaozhi in an instant, and he couldn't help but be furious, and the flames in his hand were wildly condensed and compressed, and a blazing fireball containing huge power immediately condensed out, and then shot towards the place where Ling Xiaozhi was. Ling Xiaozhi frowned slightly, still without the slightest intention of dodging, his right hand stretched forward in the shape of a claw, and the air around the fireball also became violent at that moment, turning into dozens of sharp wind blades out of thin air and directly cutting this fireball containing huge power into pieces.

"It's ...... What's going on? My Xuanyang burst actually ......"

"So the IQ of your Xuanyangmen people is really not high, and you can't even understand such a simple truth, because I'm better than you...... This is a world where the weak eat the strong, isn't it? "In another instant, Ling Xiaozhi's figure suddenly appeared beside the Xuanyangmen disciple just now, and the palm of his left hand slapped lightly on the person's waist, and then, the Xuanyangmen disciple standing there seemed to be cut off by an invisible blade, and blood splashed everywhere, but Ling Xiaozhi had already activated the battle qi to protect his body, and not a drop of blood fell on his clothes.

"You killed them, how dare you?"

The remaining Xuanyang Sect disciples watched Ling Xiaozhi kill the first two people who rushed forward so cleanly, and they were more or less afraid in their hearts, and began to say cruel words to Ling Xiaozhi, Ling Xiaozhi listened to this sentence, rubbed his head, and said with anger:

"You're so stupid, since I'm here, of course I'm here to kill you...... Forget it, let me give you a heads-up, the trick I used is called Wind Death Nine, and the air flow is manipulated to kill through the operation of battle energy, which is different from your fancy flames, this is a killing technique that abandons the external momentum, Wind Death Nine, Shoot!" As soon as Ling Xiaozhi's mocking words fell, several powerful air currents quickly turned into several sharp arrows in mid-air, and shot away from Ling Xiaozhi's side towards the enemy in front of him. The sharp arrows condensed by the air flow were not only extremely sharp but also carried extremely powerful impacts, and each of the remaining six people was an excellent disciple of the battle guard level, they saw that the situation was not good, and the flames around them burst out with all their strength to protect their bodies, but when the arrow hit them, they still felt a sharp painful impact, and some disciples with slightly lower cultivation were even directly repelled by this blow for several meters.

"He's fast, be careful not to get close, protect your surroundings!"

After receiving Ling Xiaozhi's arrow, the Xuanyang Sect disciple who was the strongest cultivator in the team and the leader of the team said loudly, although the two disciples who rushed up before were only at the level of a war master, but they could kill them in an instant, and the strength of the man in front of him was definitely not simple. The remaining few people didn't dare to be careless anymore, and while keeping a safe distance from Ling Xiaozhi, they used their means to besiege Ling Xiaozhi, and for a while, dozens of high-temperature fireballs shot towards Ling Xiaozhi from various directions.

"Incendiary Bombs!"

"Remnant Flame Cannon!"

"Do you think you can knock me down by keeping your distance?

Ling Xiaozhi's figure flexibly dodged in the dense fire net composed of dozens of high-temperature fireballs, easily dodging all the tricks released by the remaining few people as if he were walking on the ground, and then slammed into a force, the speed was twice as fast as before, and he stabbed in a certain direction, and the wind pressure on the palm of his right hand quickly condensed, faintly forming a sharp blade, stabbing fiercely towards a Xuanyang Sect disciple in front of him.

"Gilded flame shield, protect!"

"Not good!"

Far beyond Ling Xiaozhi's surprise, the weakest section of the battle guard he had selected among the group actually carried a high-level talisman magic weapon with him, and his piercing thrust full of murderous intent was blocked by the sudden appearance of the crimson golden light curtain, and at this time, all the fireballs and flames that he had dodged before automatically blasted towards the place where he was. Even at Ling Xiaozhi's speed, he didn't have time to react, and the fireballs released by dozens of guard-level powerhouses exploded on Ling Xiaozhi's body.

As the inner disciples of Xuanyang Sect, this group of people are cultivating Yan Sheng Jue, which is a kind of exercise that contains a certain amount of their soul power in their own flames, and the flames are equivalent to a part of their own body, so the flames can be manipulated more easily, and the automatic tracking of those dodged fireballs comes from the manipulation of Yan Sheng Jue. Judging from Ling Xiaozhi's performance just now, he has extremely fast speed and extremely explosive attacks, and his Swift Wind Death Nine is indeed a very terrifying killing skill, but once he specializes in too many skills, his physical body should be his weakness, so this team quickly formulated a targeted battle plan. Looking at the violent explosion in mid-air, all the Xuanyang Sect disciples exhaled a long breath, this was an attack released by the combined efforts of the six battle guards, and they took a move head-on, even if they didn't die, they would inevitably be seriously injured.

"Now, I guess I'm dead. ”

The section of the guard closest to Ling Xiaozhi swallowed his saliva, and it seemed that he had not yet escaped from any fear, although he was carrying a talisman magic weapon on his body, he still felt extremely afraid of the blow that Ling Xiaozhi had just hit. From the shock from the blow that hit his protective shield, it was definitely enough to kill himself, but it was only if, at this moment, he suddenly heard a sound like glass cracking-

"Z-"

"I'm sorry, no. ”