After a hard battle, Ling Xiaoye finally removed one of Elder Lan's arms and legs, but the sudden appearance of the phantom arrow attack made him a little baffled.

    And he clearly felt that there was definitely more than one person who ambushed him.

     changed direction a few times, and the phantom arrows were able to attack him from behind, which said it all.

     Fortunately, Ling Xiaoye's cultivation was the Nine Turns Heavenly Spirit Technique, condensing more than 10,000 small veins, and it only took a few breaths to fill the dantian with mana, and then compress it into a close stream of true yuan.

    In this way, his moving figure did not fall sharply, but was very stable.

    Three phantom arrows with a sharp sound of breaking the air attacked, and they came in an instant.

    Ling Xiaoye was another phantom body, and immediately moved to the position where he had sent out the arrow attack before.

    As soon as the divine thoughts were released, a lot of breath appeared in his sea of consciousness.

    Zhihai quickly flashed the outlines of these aura, and in the fastest time, several suspicious people were identified.

    One of the closest suspicious auras to him was to the south of the towering mountain behind the Qinglan Gate, behind a towering tree.

    Ling Xiaoye cast a phantom body in the rapid arrow phantom and came to the vicinity of the big tree.

    He didn't have time to fight in close quarters, so he directly pushed with one hand, and shot out dozens of phantom flying knife rains, bombarding the big tree.

    The speed of the phantom flying knife was not slow, and it smashed the big tree to pieces in an instant, making a crackling sound.

     Suddenly, before the big tree was broken, a black figure flew out quickly.

    Ling Xiaoye sneered in his heart, cast a phantom body, followed this figure, and then sent out a series of flying knife rains.

    These phantom flying knife rains, containing a trace of killing intent, overwhelmingly hit the past.

    The figure was not very fast, and it was shot through the body by the rain of flying knives in a few clicks and fell downward.

    At this time, three more phantom arrows came, and they struck with a bang.

    "It's too late to break the siege!"

    Ling Xiaoye's True Yuan Shield Strip rotated rapidly, dissolving these three phantoms one by one.

      determined the direction, Ling Xiaoye swept in that direction, and sure enough, he found another suspicious aura.

     This breath is near the newly built sect of Qinglanmen, and it is very hidden.

    If you are not sure of the direction and do not have such a large range of divine thoughts, it is estimated that there is no way to find it.

    Ling Xiaoye repeatedly cast a few phantom body movements, consuming most of the true yuan, and flew out of a distance of five or six hundred zhang in a few breaths.

    His actions made the warrior monks who watched the excitement nearby puzzled:

     "Hey, the head of the Qinglan Sect, what does it seem to be attacking?"

    "No, it looks like he was ambushed by someone!"

    "But just hearing the faint sound of breaking through the air, is this an illusion?"

    "It shouldn't be, seeing the situation that the head of Qinglanmen can move back and forth for hundreds of zhang in less than ten breaths, it means that he is in trouble!"

    ......

    Just as everyone was talking, Ling Xiaoye had already come to the location of the suspicious aura.

     But at this moment, suddenly two black-clothed people flew out, covering their faces, in different directions, and fled.

     From the analysis of these people's breaths, Ling Xiaoye felt that the cultivation of the two should be in the late stage of the Illusory God Realm.

    Judging from the means of attack and escape of these people, these people should be the kind of martial artists who practice long-range attacks.

    Ling Xiaoye sneered, he understood that these people were assassination-type martial artists who relied on sneak attacks, as long as they missed the target person with a few attacks, they would either run away or change their positions.

    In just two or three breaths, Ling Xiaoye immediately made a decision and flew towards the man in black closest to him.

    Whoosh!

     is another phantom body, Ling Xiaoye's speed is obviously much faster than that of the man in black, even if he flies out a little later, but in the blink of an eye, he followed behind the man in black.

     He pushed with one hand, and a rain of flying knives, like raindrops, densely pounced on the man in black.

    The defense methods of the man in black were not very clever, and in the rain of illusory flying knives containing Dao intent, Ling Xiaoye was vulnerable, and he was beaten like a hedgehog at once, and then fell to the ground from the sky.

    Ling Xiaoye used this method to solve the third man in black.

    All this happened suddenly, and Ling Xiaoye's time to solve it was also very fast, maybe it was less than half a cup of tea, so he disposed of the three black-clothed people.

    However, he vaguely felt that there was still one last man in black, who might be hidden among the warriors who watched the excitement.

    So, Ling Xiaoye quickly found the corpses of the three black-clothed people, and together with the seriously injured Elder Lan, strung them together, pulling four people in one hand, and flew towards those martial artists who were hundreds of feet away.

    When he was about to arrive, Ling Xiaoye said loudly: "Today, there are two groups of people who want to come to my Qinglanmen to make trouble. The first group of people, that is, the Blue Elder of the Wind Blue Palace, has been seriously injured by me, and there is another group of people, who are a few people, and I have just killed three people, and it is estimated that there are also accomplices, among you. ”

    As soon as these words came out, those warrior monks exploded:

    "And a second group?"

    "Didn't you see those three men in black?"

    "Uh, that's too exaggerated, seriously injuring a Lingjing powerhouse, and killing three sneak attackers in such a short period of time, it's a bit ridiculously powerful......"

    "Who is the second group?"

    " I don't understand, looking at their outfits, they don't look like they are from Yuanjingcheng. ”

    ......

    Everyone can only talk like this.

    Ling Xiaoye had already come a few feet in front of a large number of martial artists at this time, he stopped, and then brought up the three corpses and Elder Lan, and continued:

    "Now, if anyone wants to trouble me Qinglanmen, come out together, don't do this kind of sneaking!"

     This sentence is just a simple sentence in Ling Xiaoye's heart.

    But for those warriors who watch the excitement, it is simply an undisguised threat.

    "Ah, this sentence sounds very domineering!"

    "Well, the demeanor of the strong. ”

    "The head of Qinglanmen, we are just here to discuss something with you, not to cause trouble. ”

    Ling Xiaoye not only swept these people with his eyes, but also swept them once with his divine thoughts.

    He could see that most of these warriors were shocked, and there was some horror in their eyes.

    However, he could still feel that in the crowd, a man in hardcover had a murderous face.

    Ling Xiaoye didn't say a word, threw down the skewer in his hand, and his figure flickered and came to this person's vicinity.

     Then he swung his fist and punched a dragon fist.

     The hardcover man was not in a hurry at this time, his body flew upside down, and he also hit a few flying knives with his hand!