The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 670

In the Holy See Castle, Dracula took a step forward, with the expression on his face unchanged. After looking up at the Pope, his eyes fell on Ye Fei in a blink of an eye.

"Inheritor of the Ice God, what I said just now, what do you think?" Dracula's breath calmed down, and he looked at Ye Fei and spoke slowly.

Ye Fei's eyes shone slightly when he heard this, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

Although this Ling Yushuang is an elite disciple of Kunlun, she can only be regarded as a junior in front of this blood patriarch, and there is nothing special about this woman herself.

"Dracula, if I am willing to stay, will you let him go?" Ling Yushuang, who was in the midair, also came back to her senses at this time, her trembling eyes were fixed on the person below.

Dracula smiled slightly, and then said: "This beautiful lady, I am willing to swear on the honor of the blood family."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions on the faces of the pope and the strong man in the silver armor were a little ugly, but they didn't dare to say anything, they could only focus on Ye Fei.

"Ye Fei, I... I can stay."

"After you return to Huaxia, report the matter here to Kunlun as soon as possible." Ling Yushuang's eyes were dim at this time, and her voice was obviously a little lower at this time.

As a Kunlun elite disciple, she naturally has some understanding of the top experts in the Western martial arts world.

At this moment, in this ancient castle, apart from the pope and the Lord of Judgment, there is also the legendary blood patriarch. Such a lineup can almost be called the strongest in the western martial arts world, and it is far from being able to compete with the two of them.

After all, Ling Yushuang mobilized quietly, a little spiritual power recovered in her body, and a trace of determination flashed in those moving eyes.

"Master, please forgive this disciple for being unfilial..." Ling Yushuang already had the heart to die, and she had no choice under the current situation.

But all of a sudden, the figure that Ling Yushuang had just stepped into suddenly stopped, and an invisible force enveloped her figure, and before she could react, she was pulled back again.

"Ye Fei, you." Ling Yushuang gritted her silver teeth lightly, her face unavoidably showed a complex look, she was very familiar with the breath of this power.

At this time, Ye Fei didn't pay attention to the people beside him, but moved forward and took a step forward, his eyes fell on Dracula.

He is too lazy to think about the purpose of this blood patriarch now, but Ling Yushuang must not hand it over to this person so easily, otherwise even if he returns to Huaxia, the Yinmen will not give up easily.

"If it is tonight, Ye Mou insists on taking this girl away." Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the person below and said slowly.

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere in the castle suddenly became tense.

In the mid-air ahead, the Pope couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help showing a sneer on his face. The aura around him gathered again, and his eyes locked on Ye Fei in front of him.

In front of the main hall below, a smile appeared on Dracula's face at the same time.

"Hehe, then, both of you can stay." Dracula's voice was flat, and his seemingly casual words gave off a sharp edge at this moment.

Before the words were finished, in the mid-air ahead, the Pope's aura shot up to the sky, and the coercion of the powerhouse in the psychic realm swept over again.

Before Dracula could make a move, the figure of the pope had already disappeared in place.

"Ye Fei, you are looking for death tonight!" In the night, the Pope's slightly majestic voice echoed in the middle courtyard of the castle.

The terrifying coercion enveloped the entire castle in an instant, obviously out of fear of the power of Ye Fei's sword, at this time the Pope's figure directly blended into the night.

In the mid-air ahead, the Lord of Judgment also shot at the same time.

In the night, a long sword flashing with dazzling white light suddenly appeared in the hands of the Lord of Judgment, and the silver horns on this person's body also burst into dazzling whiteness.

"A sword of judgment." The eyes of the Lord of Judgment were cold, and the power of the god-like realm erupted immediately.

At this moment, the two masters in the western realm of supernatural powers joined forces regardless of their status. The aura they erupted alone was beyond the reach of ordinary martial arts practitioners.

Not far behind, Ling Yushuang looked at Ye Fei at this time, with a complex expression on his face, with a vaguely worried look on his face.

"He, he can't defeat the Pope." Ling Yushuang thought inwardly, and at the same time, the spiritual power in her body turned far away, trying to break free from the shackles of Ye Fei's power.

It's just that the woman herself is seriously injured, and she only has the strength of the Jindan realm. Even if she wants to help Ye Fei, there is no way at this moment.

In the mid-air of the castle, Ye Fei laughed wildly on his face, and a majestic fighting spirit shot up from his body.

The matter has come to this point, and now he can only fight with all his strength. Since he stepped into the martial arts world, Ye Fei has killed countless strong men who have surpassed his realm. Even if he is facing an old monster who is in the realm of gods, he still has no fear in his heart.

Warrior, fearless.

"Sword incarnation." Ye Fei laughed loudly, his spiritual power soaring.

The supernatural powers that had been condensed just now were displayed without any hesitation.

The Pope hides his figure, Ye Fei can't lock it at this moment, he can only target the Lord of Judgment.

"Cut!" A low shout came, and sword lights danced all over the sky.

In mid-air, the lotus sword burst into light, and under the flying condensed, a huge ice sword seemed to descend from the sky at this moment, pointing directly at the Lord of Judgment in front of it.

This type of swordsmanship consumes a lot of spiritual power, but its power is enough to threaten the powerhouse.

"Boom, boom!" The deafening crackling sound swept across, and the terrifying counter-shock force pierced the night sky.

In the mid-air ahead, the Lord of Judgment wearing silver armor suddenly changed his expression after seeing the aura on the ice sword. Only now did he understand why the Pope was so afraid of a Chinese junior.

"It's so strong. If this person is allowed to step into the Nascent Soul Realm, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to fight against him..." A cold light flickered in the eyes of the Lord of Judgment, and the power in his body exploded at this moment.

The long sword that was shining with white light flashed the white light that said this at the same time, and the momentum was obviously not inferior to Ye Fei.

Under the eyes of everyone, the two forces collided with each other suddenly. The Lord of Judgment and Ye Fei spurted a mouthful of blood almost at the same time, and stepped back several steps.

"Ka, Kacha..." A crisp cracking sound suddenly resounded in the night sky.

The Lord of Judgment stared at the long silver sword in his hand, with an expression of disbelief on his face. Following his gaze, he could see that there was a visible crack on the blade of the sword.

"how is this possible!"

"The sword in this son's hand, could it be a top-grade fairy treasure?" While shocked in his heart, the Lord of Judgment couldn't help looking at the silver sword in his hand, his face full of distress.

As the adjudicator of the Holy See, the magic weapon of this man in silver armor is naturally of good quality, the silver sword in his hand is close to immortal.

Not far ahead, Ye Fei was also seriously injured.

But the Lianhua Sword in his hand was still glowing coldly, and the sharp sword energy surrounded the sword body.

Regardless of the quality of the Lianhua sword itself or the power of Ye Fei's sword just now, they are all better than the Lord of Judgment, and it is reasonable for this person to be at a disadvantage.

"He can't cut the second sword."

"After this kid dies, the emperor can reward you with the fairy sword in his hand." At this time, the pope clearly saw the thoughts in the heart of the adjudicator, and the voice came slowly.

Last time he was injured by Ye Fei's sword, this time the Pope became obviously much more cautious.

His current injuries have not fully recovered. If he is slashed by Ye Fei, it may affect the foundation of martial arts.

"Thank you, Pope." The Lord of Judgment showed excitement on his face, forcibly suppressing the injuries in his body, and locked his eyes on Ye Fei in front again.

Although the Lord of Judgment did not go to the Ice God Ruins in the extreme north, he naturally knows what happened in the ruins like the back of his hand. The ice sword in the hands of the person in front is a real fairy.

"If you want to kill Ye, you have to peel off the skin of the Holy See." Ye Fei's whole body was like a rainbow, and on the ice sword in his palm, the terrifying sword light condensed again.

In comparison, the hard power between Ye Fei and the two people in front is indeed too different.

If the Pope hadn't been afraid of his sword incarnation and had been hiding in the dark without making a move, it would be impossible for Ye Fei to hurt the Lord of Judgment.

In front of the main hall below, Dracula looked up into the air. The expression on his face didn't change much, and he didn't make a move at the moment.

Ling Yushuang, who was in the mid-air behind her, kept her gaze focused on Ye Fei at this time. After seeing the shocking sword, her face inevitably showed a look of horror.

"Ye Fei..."

"He's already able to fight against the Divine Ability Realm." Ling Yushuang's eyes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help murmuring inwardly.

It wasn't until this moment that she suddenly realized that she and Ye Fei, who belonged to the younger generation of Huaxia, were no longer on the same level.

In the mid-air of the middle courtyard of the castle, Ye Fei's aura changed, and a biting chill enveloped the night sky. The spiritual power in his body was turned to the extreme, regardless of the injuries in his body.

If you want to fight against the God-connected Realm, except for the sword technique inherited by the Ice God, other methods are almost useless.

"Old Pope, come out and fight Ye Mou!" Ye Fei laughed wildly, and his momentum continued to rise.

In the night, the Pope did not show up, and he was a little uncertain at the moment, whether the Chinese junior in front of him could make the second sword.

In the mid-air ahead, the Lord of Judgment sneered and said, "At the end of the crossbow, today I will let you see what a powerhouse in the realm of gods is."

Before the words were finished, the Lord of Judgment in front of him did not retreat but advanced, his figure stepped into the air, and the white exploding around him instantly illuminated the entire castle as if it were daytime.

"Huaxia people, your time of death has come." The Lord of the Judgment's voice was low, like an oracle, and no one dared to refute.

In the night sky of the ancient castle, the terrifying force of coercion instantly imprisoned Ye Fei's figure. Under this force, martial arts below the level of spiritual power hardly have much resistance.

(End of this chapter)