Boom... there was a sudden loud noise in the sky, and immediately, the Eighth Patriarch appeared in the Futian Sect's team with a wry smile on his face.
His entire right arm was now frozen.
It can be seen that his battle with the Ice King obviously ended in failure.
"It is indeed the best Yinhan internal power in the world. It's really terrifying." The Eight Ancestor mobilized his own internal power and spent a lot of effort to free his arm that was frozen by Bingji's internal power.
Seeing this scene, Xue Tianhan was secretly surprised.
He knows best how terrifying Bingji's inner strength is. As the most yin and cold inner force in the world, the most terrifying aspect of Bingji's inner force is its freezing ability.
Everything in this world, except for Yan Zun's inner strength of fire, almost nothing can not be frozen by the inner strength of ice. Even the internal force in the human body can be frozen.
As for ordinary masters, if freezing air enters their bodies, their internal energy and vitality will be completely frozen within three seconds, and they will die.
But the Eighth Patriarch of the Futian Sect, although one of his arms was frozen due to the freezing air entering his body, he was able to quickly mobilize his internal energy to resolve the freezing air that invaded his body.
Sure enough, no one who can become a saint is easy to get along with.
·"This guy's internal power is very weird. If you encounter each other in the future, you must be careful." The ice king's voice came from his ears at the right time.
Xue Tianhan subconsciously turned around and saw that Bing Wang and Yan Zun had returned to the team of Jiulong Mansion at some point, and were looking at the opposite side with their arms folded.
At the same time, the Fourth Patriarch on the opposite side also returned to the Futian Sect's team with a gloomy face.
There were many burn marks on his body, obviously caused by the battle with Yan Zun.
Ling Ruoyin frowned slightly as she looked at the Eighth Patriarch and Fourth Patriarch, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. Obviously, she was a little surprised at their defeat.
"I didn't expect that such a master would appear in the martial arts. It seems that we underestimated the current martial arts in the past."
The Eighth Patriarch and the Fourth Patriarch did not reply. They also felt this in this battle.
Ling Ruoyin suddenly whistled to the sky.
Then I saw the four Futian Sect Holy Realm masters fighting against Long Zun and Sword Master in the sky, giving up the fight and falling to the ground.
Dragon Lord and Sword Master also returned to the team of Jiulong Mansion.
So far. The Beast Temple was completely calm.
In the distance, the Heavenly Wolf King of the Heavenly Wolf Palace felt the internal energy fluctuations gradually calming down, and he breathed a long sigh of relief - he was calm.
Chen Yutian stood in front of the Fengyutian Tower, quietly observing every move of the two parties.
Ling Ruoyin stood in front of the Futian Sect and was also observing the situation of Jiulong Mansion and Blade.
Especially the blade.
Ling Ruoyin looked at Blade's team in deep thought, her expression becoming solemn.
There are various signs that they seem to know exactly what they want when entering the Holy Land. Not only that, their purpose seems to be that too.
She had to take this seriously.
The things in the Holy Land are related to the Futian Sect's long-term plan, and they are bound to get it.
But the strange thing is that such things are not conspicuous in the Holy Land. And those who know the use of such things, apart from people in the sect, are at most only the descendants of the saints who may know a little bit.
But the current group of people are neither blood descendants of the saints nor members of the sect. How did they learn the secret?
And why have I never heard of the name Blade before? Could it be that this is a force that is even more hidden and far-reaching than the Futian Sect?
Ling Ruoyin didn't believe it.
She knows the foundation of Futian Sect best. If there is another sect in this martial arts world that has more power than the Futian Sect, it is absolutely impossible.
So how did they learn the secret?
Even within the Futian Sect, there are only a dozen or so people who know about this!
Ling Ruoyin couldn't figure it out.
But in her heart, she already regarded the Blade Organization as the Futian Sect's number one enemy.
At the same time, Xuanwu was also looking at Ling Ruoyin.
But in his eyes, apart from the hint of deep thought that was hidden on the surface, there was also this overwhelming hatred hidden in his eyes!
And beneath the hatred, there is also a suppressed killing intent!
"Futian Sect..."
His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white without even realizing it.
"One day, I will make you pay!"
He kept roaring in his heart to calm his mood.
After a long time, he finally calmed down.
And even Liu Sanniang, who was closest to her at the moment, didn't know about all this.
"How are Qinglong White Tiger and the others doing?" Suddenly, he asked Liu Sanniang.
Liu Sanniang replied respectfully: "The two adults sent a message saying that they have been put in place according to the plan. However, Futian Sect has dispatched nearly eight ancestor-level masters this time. You see..."
Xuanwu shook his head, "No need, just follow the plan."
Liu Sanniang said anxiously: "But sir..."
Xuanwu said: "Don't worry, the strength of those people is not something you and I can guess. After all, each of them is a descendant of the Holy Lord. Their strength cannot be measured by ordinary realms."
Liu Sanniang was surprised and asked: "Are they stronger than the sword master?"
Xuanwu nodded slightly, "Although the leader is the leader of our blade, when it comes to strength, he is definitely not the opponent of those few. After all, he is a master trained by the Holy Lord himself."
Liu Sanniang nodded, thinking of the great power of the Holy Lord that Xuanwu said, she immediately had no objection.
The voices they spoke were very low, and the two of them used their inner strength to form a shield around them, so no one could hear what they said clearly.
Of course, this is also because all the holy realm masters present were concentrating on regulating their breath after a big battle and did not pay too much attention to them. Otherwise, with the skills of these people, it would not be easy to eavesdrop on them.
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Chen Yutian looked at the actions of both parties and thought to himself.
Whether it is Blade or the Futian Sect, they all know much more information about the Holy Land than they do.
As the saying goes, know yourself and your enemy. In this matter, Jiulong Mansion suffered too much.
"If you can't even figure out their purpose, how will you deal with them in the future?" Chen Yutian felt helpless.
Whether it's Futian Sect or Blade, what they are planning is definitely not a trivial matter. Especially the Futian Sect, their plan to revive the Shengwu Era is undoubtedly a devastating impact on the world today.
No matter what, their plan cannot succeed.
But if the other party's actions and methods are not known, then it is simply impossible to stop their plan.
So no matter what, they must understand their purpose of finding the eight holy clans.
But what to do? Simply pinning hope on the people inside is obviously not enough.
and……
Thinking of this, Chen Yutian couldn't help but look to both sides of him.
On his left, Liu Qingyang, who was next to Wu Dongtian, had been looking closely at the mysterious man in black cloak in the Futian Sect's team since just now.
On the right, Ling Miaoyin looked at Ling Ruoyin, the saint of the Futian Sect, with confusion and confusion.
Chen Yutian was helpless.
These two people have been acting like this for quite some time.
I don’t know what they are doing?
Chen Yutian sighed, looked at Ye Hong next to Ling Ruoyin in the Futian Sect team, and then looked at the Fengyutian Tower behind him, and suddenly a light flashed in his eyes.
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"Shua..." A sound broke through the air suddenly.
Ye Hong, who was in the team, had a look on his face and subconsciously stretched out his right hand to catch a flying knife that was speeding from the direction of Jiulong Mansion.
The flying knife was seven inches long, and there was a note stuck in the knife.
Ye Hong unfolded the note and took a look, frowned, and looked at Chen Yutian opposite.
"Saint, look." The next moment, he gave the note to Ling Ruoyin.
After Ling Ruoyin looked at it, she also frowned, and then fired the flying knife in her hand at Chen Yutian.
The flying knife fell into Chen Yutian's hand impartially.
"Chen Yutian, what do you mean?" Ling Ruoyin asked with a note in hand.
Chen Yutian said: "That's what it means literally."
Ling Ruoyin's brows furrowed even more.
I saw that there was only one sentence on the note in his hand.
"Do you dare to fight with me?"
