The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 672 The Horror of the Blood Clan Chief

"Roar!" The roar of the Silver Horn Thunder Beast became obviously much weaker now.

Dracula's strength is really unfathomable. The power of those bloody tentacles, Ye Fei vaguely felt that he was acquainted with the power of the dark island in the North Sea, and had a strong suppressive power.

"Thunder Beast..." Ye Fei's eyes were red with unyielding intent.

Although the Silver Horned Thunder Beast was a bit disobedient, it did help him a lot.

And because of the indestructible true energy of the medical saint, there is an inexplicable connection between Ye Fei and the Thunder Beast. Seeing this beast die under his nose with his own eyes is absolutely unbearable for him. of.

"Blood burning."

"Break it for Ye!" Ye Fei shouted, and the breath in his body changed immediately.

His spiritual power is suppressed, and he still has the power of blood. Using the blood burning technique in his current state will undoubtedly affect the foundation of martial arts, but it can improve his combat power in a short time. At this moment, Ye Fei has already cared about Not so much.

"Bang, boom." There was a shocking explosion, and the invisible force of the shock swept across.

In the midair of the castle, Ye Fei's whole body was flickering with blood, and he broke free from the shackles of the bloody tentacles in an instant. The power of bright red blood surrounded him, and he seemed to vaguely know Dracula below.

"Interesting, inheritor of the Ice God, you gave me a big surprise." Dracula couldn't help flashing a strange light in his eyes after seeing Ye Fei's current state.

People of the blood clan have an uncontrollable desire for blood itself, and the power of breath that Ye Fei erupted at this moment undoubtedly moved Dracula a little.

In the night sky, after Ye Fei broke free, he rushed towards the Silver Horn Thunder Beast with little hesitation.

"Thunder armor, body protection."

"Golden light shield."

"Lianhua sword, melt into one's body."

In a blink of an eye, Ye Fei used all his defensive methods, and his figure was already in front of the huge body of the Silver Horn Thunder Beast.

At the same time, in the mid-air ahead, the attack of the Pope and the Lord of Judgment was approaching at this moment, and the two terrifying forces seemed to merge together at this moment, pointing at Ye Fei.

"Ho Ho!" In the blood prison behind, the Silver Horn Thunder Beast roared twice again.

There is a connection between it and Ye Fei with that ray of immortal essence. Although the Thunder Beast has always looked down on this human being, this person and beast are connected with each other. Ye Fei's actions at this moment are seen by the Silver Horn Thunder Beast.

"Boom, bang." The power of a blow from the God-connected Realm can be described as extraordinary.

The Pope joined forces with the Lord of Judgment. Although they did not suppress Ye Fei's power in advance, the power contained in these two attacks is absolutely terrifying.

"Ye Fei..." Ling Yushuang, who was behind, couldn't help but yelled with tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.

At this moment, she could feel that the power restricting her figure was gradually weakening, which meant that Ye Fei's state was declining.

The castle was in the middle of the sky, the power dissipated, Ye Fei's figure disappeared, and the silver-horned Thunder Beast also broke free from the shackles of the blood-colored tentacles at this moment, and a terrifying arc of lightning burst out from those huge pairs of pupils.

"My lord, is he dead?" The Lord of Judgment paused for a moment, then asked.

"Hmph, if you and I fight together, even a powerhouse in the supernatural realm won't be easy to resist. How can a junior in the Jindan realm be still alive?" The pope glanced at the air in front of him, and couldn't help but snort coldly.

From what he saw now, that Chinese man should have been blasted to pieces.

In front of the main hall below, Dracula chuckled lightly, and took another step forward at this time, focusing his eyes on the silver-horned Thunder Beast.

"Two idiots!"

"Your attack not only failed to kill the Chinese man, but broke my blood prison and let the silver-horned Thunder Beast escape." After Dracula withdrew his gaze, he immediately glanced at the two popes beside him.

The strength of the blood clan below is self-evident, and the patriarch of the blood clan has obviously never put the Holy See in his eyes.

"How, how is it possible?" The Pope revealed an inconceivable look on his face, and after hearing Gudela's words, he quickly raised his head and looked at the silver-horned thunderbolt in front of him.

At this time, the aura of the Silver Horn Thunder Beast kept rising, and there was a trace of Ye Fei's aura on this beast, as if the human and the beast were fused together.

The silver-horned thunderbolt suddenly moved, and its huge front paws suddenly lifted up to grab Dracula directly.

Dracula's complexion remained unchanged, and his figure suddenly stepped into the air, and the night sky of the castle was immediately stained with blood. At this moment, the power of the blood patriarch was completely erupted.

"Blood Realm." Dracula whispered, and the pungent smell of blood in the surrounding air became more than several times stronger.

The entire Holy See castle was already covered in blood.

The terrifying suppressing force seemed to be able to swallow any power in the world, and even the pope and the Lord of Judgment in the rear couldn't help but sweat from their foreheads at this moment.

"Just like in the legend, the strength of the blood patriarch has surpassed the initial stage of divine power."

"In the entire western martial arts world, it is estimated that few people can fight him..."

After all, as the head of the Holy See, the Pope has a wide range of knowledge. At the moment when Dracula's power exploded, he had already guessed the opponent's strength.

On the ground in the middle courtyard of the ancient castle, the Silver Horn Thunder Beast's newly recovered figure was suppressed and sealed off again.

"Huh, hoo." The Thunder Beast's deep roar began to faintly become weaker.

At this time, Ye Fei was surrounded by a sea of ​​thunder. His injuries were extremely serious, and he barely blocked the attacks of the Pope and the Lord of Judgment, which had reached his limit.

At the final critical moment, if it weren't for the Silver Horn Thunder Beast, seeing him swallowing it in one gulp, Ye Fei would have died of cold at this moment.

In the body of the Silver Horn Thunder Beast, Ye Fei was sitting cross-legged at the moment, swallowing a elixir, absorbing the medicinal power with all his strength, and wanted to restore the spiritual power as soon as possible.

"After returning to Huaxia this time, I must find a way to step into the ranks of Nascent Soul." Ye Fei's face was serious, and he couldn't help but feel dark.

The western martial arts world is obviously not as simple as he imagined. The strength of this blood patriarch is beyond his expectation. Who knows if there is such a strong person hidden in the whole western martial arts world.

Once the East-West martial arts war breaks out, it may not be easy for the Chinese martial arts world to win.

At this moment, the body of the Silver-horned Thunder Beast trembled suddenly, and the thunder power in its body immediately became chaotic. Ye Fei, who was inside the Thunder Beast's body, couldn't help but dignified again.

"Could it be that Ye is really going to die here tonight." Ye Fei murmured, with a look of unwillingness on his face.

After thinking for a moment, his figure immediately stood up, and the slightly recovered spiritual power in his body was mobilized and turned away, and the whole person disappeared into the sea of ​​thunder.

In the Holy See Castle, the Silver Horn Thunder Beast has been completely suppressed by Dracula. Facing the sky full of blood light, the power in this beast cannot be mobilized at all.

"Inheritor of the Ice God, if you don't come out, this clan will kill this thunder beast." Dracula's face was contemptuous, and there was an invisible majesty in his voice, which made people dare not refute.

In the mid-air behind, the pope and the Lord of Judgment focused their eyes on the Thunder Beast at the same time. They couldn't believe that Ye Fei hadn't died yet.

"He's not dead?" Ling Yushuang unconsciously showed excitement, and at the same time raised her eyes to look at the Silver Horn Thunder Beast.

Following everyone's gaze, they saw the top of the silver-horned Thunder Beast's huge head, followed by a lightning arc, and a young man wearing a light-colored robe suddenly appeared with an incomparably stern appearance.

This person is undoubtedly Ye Fei.

"You are very strong. One day, Ye will surpass you." Ye Fei's eyes flashed, and the person looking forward said in a deep voice.

Since he stepped into the world of martial arts, Ye Fei has seen quite a few powerful men in the realm of gods as his strength has grown, but this blood patriarch is undoubtedly the most terrifying person he has ever met.

"It's a pity, you won't live to that day." Dracula's eyes flashed with blood, and at this moment, murderous intent burst out from him.

Ye Fei's fighting power really moved him a little. The junior at the Golden Core Realm was able to fight against the Pope without losing the wind. It is impossible to give this junior some time. I am afraid that no one in the entire western martial arts world can fight with him. .

"Lianhua Sword, Ning." Ye Fei didn't talk nonsense, if he was destined to lose his body tonight, he would rather die in battle.

Even though the strength is not as good as the opponent's, as a person in martial arts, he should have a sense of fearlessness.

There was a slight smile on Dracula's face, and when he gently raised his hand, the blood in the sky suddenly condensed, and the terrifying oppressive force seemed to freeze the sky. The gap between the two was indeed too large.

In the mid-air ahead, before Ye Fei could make a move, his figure was completely blocked by the blood light.

"Inheritor of the Ice God, this family wanted to let you go this time, but unfortunately you gave up the opportunity." Dracula said in a low voice, and at the same time slowly raised his arm, a blood sword condensed into shape at the same time.

He really didn't have any interest in Ling Yushuang, so Ye Fei really wanted to let him go.

Ye Fei didn't know about these things, even if he was asked to choose again, with his temperament, he probably wouldn't choose to leave alone.

"Dracula, you can't kill this person!" At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from the distant sky.

In the next moment, a dense black mist was seen condensing into the sky, and there was a figure looming in the black mist, and the aura emanating from his body was not inferior to that of Dracula.

Above the head of the Silver-horned Thunder Beast, Ye Fei couldn't help being slightly taken aback after seeing the black mist.

He is very familiar with this power, and it also has the power to suppress spiritual power. It is the power from the dark island of the North Sea.

"Emperor Lin." Ye Fei murmured, and when he turned his head to look into the air, a stern-looking middle-aged man appeared in his line of sight.

Everyone in the castle also raised their heads at this time. After seeing the sound, the Pope and the Lord of Judgment couldn't help showing fear on their faces.

Even the expression on Dracula's face could not help but change slightly, which shows the influence of Emperor Lin in the western martial arts world.

(End of this chapter)