Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

0After that, Inner Palace Master Luo Yuanbiao received a report from a black-robed deacon. After he understood the sequence of events, he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. He didn't expect that the Qin Yue he cultivated for so many years would actually be an ambushing chess piece of the Yinyang Sect ?    0

    

Although they had cleaned out the sect, from a certain point of view, not only had the sect lost seven sect elites who had been killed by Qin Yue, it was also the loss of a core disciple.    

    

However, this time, the combined strength of the younger generation of the sect had weakened a bit. Furthermore, if he wanted to raise the level of those eight people from the sect, it would take at least ten and a half years. Furthermore, he had to be a talented individual.    

    

"Boss, are you alright?" Little White flew to Long Bufan's shoulders and stood there, asking with concern.    

    

Lei Meng, Long Yunfei, Lin Yan and the others had flown up to the front at the first moment as well, and their faces were filled with excitement. They did not expect that their boss had increased his fighting strength by a lot in the short span of a dozen days, to the point where he was able to kill even the head disciple of the Tianyang Mansion, Qin Yue.    

    

"I'm fine." Long Bufan shook his head with a bland smile. In his heart, he thought to himself that if such a small character couldn't defeat him, then when he participated in the so-called Hundred Sects War, the freakish strength he would face would be countless times stronger than Qin Yue's. Wouldn't that be even worse?    

    

"Bam!"    

    

Just then, a loud sound came out, Long Bufan and the rest looked up to the sky.    

    

Under countless gazes, a grey ball of Yuan Power violently clashed with a silver ball of Yuan Power in the vast night sky. The bright radiance from the collision was just like daytime as it reflected on everyone's faces.    

    

The origin energy within the battle between the two peak level martial artists was as vast as a flood. Under this violent collision, the earth quaked and the mountains shook, and even the lofty sect hall seemed to sway ?    

    

"Why didn't Lord Sect Master help?"    

    

Long Bufan's heart was in doubt, he looked at Hong Tianyun and Zhong Tian who were in the midst of an intense battle in the sky with shock. The battle between the experts from more than 500 years ago was not a level that a junior like them could step into.    

    

Sometimes, the more people a person had, the stronger they would be. In front of absolute strength, they were all ants that could be trampled to death with a single step.    

    

However, as the Sect Master, Ying Yuanzi was different. His cultivation was strong enough to participate in the battle in that domain, but the Sect Master on top of the mountain didn't have any intentions of fighting him.    

    

At this time, Ying Yuanzi, who was sitting in the lead position of the sect, was calmly staring at the changes that had occurred in the sect with a calm and composed expression.    

    

When the sect was attacked, Ying Yuanzi's spirit sense had already spread to the surrounding area. Other than the dozens of enemies in the Spirit Sea realm at the foot of the mountain, he did not discover any other enemies. It was probably just as Long Bufan had said, they were only there to snatch the Seven Profound Tablet, and were not there to face the sect's battle.    

    

It was just a small fight, there was no need for Ying Yuanzi to take action, he chose to wait and see, and took the chance to temper the sect disciples' battle ability.    

    

However, Hong Tianyun's appearance was somewhat beyond Ying Yuanzi's expectations.    

    

"Senior Brother, you're still a treasured blade that hasn't aged yet." Ying Yuanzi stroked his beard, looking at the grey robed elder, his eyes shining with a wise light.