The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 669

The movement in the castle immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the Holy See.

Almost at the same moment, in the depths of the main hall on the right, two auras that surpassed the Nascent Soul Realm suddenly soared into the sky.

"It seems that we won't leave so easily."

Ye Fei smiled lightly, and no longer hid his breath at this moment, the violent thunder power in his body immediately rose from the ground, it can be said that he is not to be outdone.

Inside the castle, the members of the Holy See couldn't help but feel palpitations at this moment, and they all looked up into the air.

The thunder that rose at the end, even though the momentum was a bit lacking, the violent meaning contained in it far surpassed the other three auras, and it was daunting to hear.

"Ye Fei, those two auras in the distance made me feel like I was facing the head teacher of Kunlun, could it be..."

At this moment, the medicinal power in Ling Yushuang's body melted away, and the spiritual power in her body also recovered a little, but after feeling the momentum suddenly rising in the distance, she couldn't help being startled.

"The Holy See, the Pope." Ye Fei responded in a low voice with his usual expression.

He had a battle with the Pope before, and this aura is not unfamiliar. As for the other one, it should be the adjudicator of the Holy See.

This place is originally the territory of the Holy See, and it is reasonable for these strong men to appear at the same time.

"Ah, what should we do then?" Ling Yushuang was at a loss when she heard this.

After all, she is only Kunlun's junior, and she is not at the same level as the Pope of the Holy See. At this time, she was seriously injured, and she subconsciously grabbed Ye Fei's arm while speaking.

Ye Fei's expression was calm. After glancing at the main hall in the distance, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the front of the main hall again.

Compared with the Pope and others, the person in the front hall gave him a stronger sense of threat.

"Do you know anything about the blood race?" Ye Fei pondered for a while, then turned to look at Ling Yushuang.

Ling Yushuang was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said, "The overall strength of the Western Blood Race is said to be as good as that of the Holy See."

While the two were talking, there were even footsteps heard in front of the main hall gate ahead, and the smell of blood in the surrounding air rose again, vaguely suppressing the breath of Ye Fei and others.

I saw a tall and thin man, a handsome man with long dark red hair, walking out of the door slowly.

"It's him, he's the one who brought me here." Ling Yushuang's eyes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help taking a half step back, and said in a low voice.

Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and then he looked up. He could see that there was a dark red cloak and robe at this moment, the red hair was moving with the wind behind his head, that handsome face was like a knife cut, and the whole person exuded a noble and untainted temperament .

"Hi, my name is Dracula." The man in the red robe paused, showing a polite smile on his face at the same time.

Ling Yushuang, who was in mid-air, couldn't help showing surprise on his face again.

"Blood... blood patriarch, Dracula."

"My Kunlun Snow Region has no enmity with your clan, why did you arrest me?" Ling Yushuang said almost subconsciously while being horrified.

In the middle of the castle, Ye Fei's eyes flashed a bright light. The strength of this person undoubtedly surpassed that of the Nascent Soul. He even felt that this person was much stronger than the Pope.

The structure of the Western martial arts world is different from that of China.

Compared with the Holy See or monastery, the history of these ancient families is obviously longer. The person in front of him is probably also an old monster who has lived for an unknown number of years.

"My dear lady, I am very sorry about this."

"If you are willing, I would like to invite you to join my family." Dracula said with the same smile on his face, gently raised his right arm, and said in a very gentlemanly manner.

Ling Yushuang was taken aback for a moment, and Ye Fei's face also showed a strange look at this time.

Could it be that this blood patriarch really has a crush on Ling Yushuang?
"I...I." After Ling Yushuang was stunned for a while, confusion suddenly appeared in her eyes, and her body unconsciously moved half a step forward.

Ye Fei's eyes flashed, and his reaction was extremely fast. The lightning arc in his palm shot out instantly, and suddenly pointed at the eyebrows of the person beside him.

Although he didn't know the purpose of the blood patriarch, Ye Fei knew clearly that if he hadn't brought Ling Yushuang out just now, the girl would have been completely cold at this moment.

"As the patriarch of the blood clan, using such a method of charm is a bit of a shame." Ye Fei withdrew his finger, and at the same time raised his eyes to scan the person in front of him.

Beside him, Ling Yushuang's complexion turned red immediately after she regained her senses, and she stepped back again and again, looking at the person in front of the palace gate, her eyes were full of fear.

Dracula chuckled lightly, and then his eyes fell on Ye Fei.

"Inheritor of the Ice God, keep this lady, and I can let you go." The smile on Dracula's face was a little unpredictable at this time, and he looked at Ye Fei and said slowly.

As soon as Dracula finished speaking, before Ye Fei could respond, two long rainbows flashed across the distant sky.

One of them was undoubtedly the Pope, while the other was a short-haired man in a white robe and silver armor with curse patterns.

"Never let him go!"

"Ye Fei, the emperor didn't look for you, but you came to the door by yourself. Even if the real body of Fu Cangtian came here tonight, you would not escape death." The pope's whole body was white, and his eyes were full of anger at this moment.

The man in the silver armor also erupted with an astonishing aura at the moment, and his eyes locked on Ye Fei at the same time.

Ye Fei smiled lightly, with spiritual power surging all over his body, he raised his head and glanced at the Pope in front of him, and said, "Oh, your injury is healed?"

These seemingly random words immediately made the Pope turn pale, and it was undoubtedly a shame to choose to run away in front of a Jindan junior.

If Fu Cangtian hadn't been there at the beginning, even if he was seriously injured, he would definitely have killed Ye Fei.

"Huaxia children, you can speak quickly!"

"Emperor Rongben sealed your spiritual power first, and if it falls into the hands of the empress, you will definitely make your life worse than death." The aura on the pope's body continued to rise at this time, and the anger in his eyes had reached the extreme.

This is the ancient castle of the Holy See. Now not only is the Holy See's ruling here, even the patriarch of the blood clan happened to be invited by him tonight. Three ultra-far-off Nascent Soul Realm powerhouses are here, and no one can keep Ye Fei.

"You really think that Ye is afraid that you will fail." Ye Fei was not to be outdone, and the lotus sword in his palm burst out with cold light.

Facing the three strong men who were almost standing at the top of the western martial arts world, he naturally had no choice but to behead one of them first, and then use the power of the silver-horned thunder beast to retreat completely.

Ye Fei didn't hesitate at all, Lianhua Xianjian came out of his hand, and the art of sword incarnation was ready to be used.

"It's this move again, the Emperor will not give you a chance to make a move." The Pope was obviously on guard for a long time, and under the soaring aura around him, a terrifying oppressive force erupted.

There is a huge difference in hard power between the two.

As Fu Cangtian said at the beginning, if the pope suppressed Ye Fei solely by strength, he would have blocked Ye Fei's spiritual power from the very beginning, no matter how strong his combat power was, he would not be able to use it.

In the midair of the ancient castle, as soon as this coercive force appeared, the space seemed to freeze directly.

Ye Fei, who was holding a sword in front of him, suddenly felt a terrifying tearing force that completely enveloped his figure, as if he was imprisoned.

"This power..."

"Is this the psychic state? Under the psychic are all ants." Ye Fei's complexion changed slightly. In comparison, his strength is really not enough.

Although Ye Fei's combat power is not afraid of Nascent Soul powerhouses, facing these powerhouses at the top of martial arts, it is really difficult to fight head-on with them.

"No way, I have to summon the Silver Horn Thunder Beast." Ye Fei gritted his teeth at this moment, and already had a decision in his heart.

Now that his body is imprisoned, it is extremely difficult to mobilize his spiritual power. It is difficult to perform the technique of sword incarnation. Only by breaking free from the shackles can he have the strength to fight the person in front.

At this moment, in front of the main hall below the castle, Dracula suddenly raised his head, the smile on his face faded, and he let out a cold snort.

"Pope, do you think I, Dracula, don't exist?" Dracula suddenly said in a deep voice with blood flashing all over his body.

As soon as these words came out, the oppressive force in the surrounding air suddenly trembled, and the face of the Pope in midair changed drastically, and his figure couldn't help but took two steps back.

The lord of the ruling of the Holy See suddenly turned his head at this time, looking at Dracula with a look of vigilance in his eyes.

As the oppressive power dissipated, Ye Fei's figure recovered, a decisive look flashed in his eyes, the spiritual power in his body turned wildly, and the Lianhua Xianjian had already merged into the night.

"Incarnation of Sword Dao." Ye Fei shouted, and the aura of his whole body rose to the sky.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, this technique has already condensed into shape.

Even if the pope reacted at this time and imprisoned Ye Fei's figure, he only needed to move his mind, and the shocking sword would still be cut out.

"Dracula..." Ye Fei didn't rush to make a move, but turned to look at the blood-clothed man below.

This person's position, Ye Fei is a little hard to guess at this time, just now he looked like he was going to attack him, but the aura that erupted at this moment is obviously helping him.

The Pope in mid-air also reacted quickly, and at the same time focused his gaze on Dracula.

"The patriarch of the blood clan, the emperor did not intend to offend."

"This Chinese man and my western martial arts world can be said to be mortal enemies. Countless western powerhouses died at the hands of this person." The pope seemed to be a little afraid of Dracula, so he said hastily at this time.

This blood clan patriarch has been famous for a long time in the western martial arts world, and his strength is even more unfathomable.

The pope at this moment still vaguely remembers that before the fall of the previous old pope, he had warned him many times that even if the Holy See offended Fu Cangtian in China, he would never offend the patriarch of the blood clan.

The head of the Holy See rotates for a hundred years, and the patriarch of the blood clan does last forever.

How strong is the blood-clothed man in front of the hall below, the Pope can't be sure, but if he made a move, he would already be injured, so he is by no means a match for this man.

(End of this chapter)