The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 717: Lightning Overwhelms the Holy See
In the midair of the South China Sea, Ye Fei was holding the Lotus Sword in his hand, his figure did not move at all, his face was as calm as water, and he did not intend to dodge at all.

Within the surrounding spiritual mist, the pope had long since disappeared, obviously waiting for the fatal blow.

But behind Ye Fei, the power of the Lord of Judgment's sword has hardly been reserved, and the power of the divine power has exploded to the extreme.

"Bang..."

"Boom!"

Seeing that the silver sword was approaching, Ye Fei suddenly dodged, turned the Lianhua sword in his hand, and collided with it suddenly.

The power of a sword from a powerhouse in the psychic state cannot be underestimated. Ye Fei's whole body was instantly shaken back. He only felt a burst of breath in his body, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

"This avatar is condensed by the jade tablet of the Heavenly Palace. After all, it is not my body." After Ye Fei stabilized his figure, he also felt the disadvantages of the avatar at this time.

The control of spiritual power is obviously not as smooth as my own. It's okay to face the Nascent Soul Realm, but once I fight against a strong person in the Divine Realm, this feeling of not being smooth will be revealed at the bottom.

Moreover, the ice sword in his hand seemed to be just the shadow of the sword, otherwise the collision just now, the Lord of Judgment could not have suffered any damage.

"Chance."

"Young Huaxia, you dare to be distracted in the face of us teaming up!" A low shout came from the sky, with a hint of sarcasm in it.

Among masters, just a slight flaw is enough to be fatal.

The Pope's figure was revealed, right above Ye Fei's head at this moment, a terrifying coercion blocked Ye Fei's surroundings, and then a dazzling white condensed into shape.

"Go to hell." The pope sneered coldly, and the fatal blow was approaching.

On the surface of the sea below, Ye Fei's eyes were calm. He slowly raised his head and looked into the midair. At the same time, the spiritual light flashed in his palm, and the Lotus Sword disappeared.

"Thunder Realm." Ye Fei's aura changed, and a terrifying force of fearlessness erupted from his body.

In the next moment, in the midair above, a thunder curtain condensed and formed, almost covering the entire sky. The violent thunder force was tumbling abnormally, and the aura emanating from it was enough to shock the sky.

Inside the Thunder Realm, Ye Fei's eyes flickered, and he simply raised his hand and pointed.

I saw above, the surrounding space seemed to freeze in an instant, and the power of the pope's blow was actually frozen in place.

"This... this is the power of the boundary vein."

"Impossible, I don't believe it!" After the Pope's figure was locked, his complexion changed drastically. At this time, the power in his body continued to emerge, trying to break free from the blockade of the power of the boundary vein.

The Master of Judgment in the distance showed an expression of disbelief at the same time, and retreated again and again, finally exiting the blockade of Lei Jiefeng. When he looked up at the person in front, he couldn't help being shocked.

"In the mid-stage of psychic power, could it be that he has been hiding his strength all the time? This kid was originally a strong man in the mid-stage of psychic power." The right hand of the Lord of Judgment, holding the sword, couldn't help trembling at this moment.

The power of the boundary veins almost represents the pinnacle of martial arts, although the state of the gods, but in the face of this power, there is almost no resistance.

In the mid-air ahead, after struggling to no avail, the Pope finally turned dark, and a emptiness flashed in his eyes. It was obviously unacceptable that a Nascent Soul junior had actually comprehended the boundary veins. Power.

In the sky above the South China Sea, at this moment, Ye Fei had a murderous look in his eyes, and at the same time he quickly made a tactic in his palm.

"Immortal Thunder Power!" Ye Fei raised his hand and pointed to the sky as the seal was formed.

As long as there is a chance for the powerhouses of the Western Holy See, Ye Fei will never be merciful and lose a powerhouse in the spiritual realm. These people will have one less bargaining chip in future wars.

Neither Ye Fei nor the Huaxia Yinmen are willing to see the war between the Eastern and Western martial arts worlds.

"Stop." At this moment, an invisible low shout came from the distant sky.

The simple two words, but there is a force of silence that makes people dare not refute. Before the person arrives, the momentum goes first, and the spiritual pressure in the air instantly overwhelms everyone present.

"The mid-stage of divine power..."

"Lei Wei, give it to Ye Mou." Ye Fei instantly realized that the strength of the comer was extraordinary, but the offensive in his hands did not stop at this moment.

In mid-air, the thunder curtain rolled and floated, and a thick thunder arc suddenly fell, aiming at the pope in front of him.

If this blow hits, even if this person is not dead, most of the power in his body will fall down.

"Hmph, Blood Realm." The voice sounded again, and half of the sky was instantly covered by a sea of ​​blood.

Before the words were finished, a handsome overseas man with long hair and shoulders wearing a dark red long cloak appeared in everyone's sight.

The expression on this person's face was calm. After appearing, he raised his arm lightly, and a blood light fell from the sky, firmly blocking the blow of Lei Wei.

Ye Fei's figure was even knocked back several feet by an invisible force.

At the same time, with the appearance of this person, Ye Fei's condensed Thunder Realm in mid-air was obviously lacking in momentum, and it gradually tended to dissipate.

"The patriarch of the blood clan, Dracula." Ye Fei stabilized his figure, raised his head and swept forward.

Throughout the western martial arts world, the strongest person Ye Fei met was undoubtedly the blood patriarch. He couldn't accurately analyze how strong this person was, but compared to the head teacher of Kunlun, Meng Yuan and others Dracula is obviously much stronger.

"The treasure house of the Heavenly Palace has indeed been opened."

"Patriarch Ye, long time no see, your strength has improved a lot." Dracula looked as usual, and his eyes fell on Ye Fei at the same time.

In the middle of the sky at this time, the blood realm has not yet dissipated, but Ye Fei's thunder realm has gradually receded. The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and Dracula's aura has already overwhelmed the audience.

After Dracula glanced at the spiritual mist in front of him, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

Ye Fei in front, with a solemn expression on his face, said in a low voice, "I didn't expect you to come so soon."

The Patriarch of the Western Blood Clan appeared, and he had already lost the chance to kill the people of the Holy See. This strong man who has survived for an unknown number of years may already be the strongest existence in the Martial Dao world on the demand side.

"Oh, you and I are also acquaintances."

"In the ancient castle of the Holy See, my family let you go once. There is an old Chinese saying in your country called Reciprocity, immediately open the treasure house of the Heavenly Palace, and this family will not fight against you." Dracula chuckled, looked at Ye Fei and said in a low voice .

At the level of Dracula, he no longer has much interest in the junior in front of him. The only thing he cares about is the treasure house of Tiangong.

After Ye Fei heard this, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and hesitation flashed across his face.

Just at this moment, a series of impressive and powerful auras swept towards the land of spiritual mist.

Not far behind, the experts from the hidden sects of Huaxia arrived one after another at this time, and the leader was none other than Fairy Mengyuan from Kunlun, and dozens of people in the group were all masters at the headmaster level of the hidden sects.

Kunlun Snow Region, Zoroastrian Cult, Buda Palace, and some first-class hidden sects, all of which are the strongest among them.

Among these people, there are many people Ye Fei is familiar with, and the movement of Lingxi in the South China Sea has obviously shaken the entire Huaxia Yinmen.

"Patriarch Ye, I didn't expect the Heavenly Palace Jade Plaque to be in your hands." The person who spoke was Lei Yingu's uncle Li Gang, who raised his hand towards Ye Fei with a bold expression on his face.

"Brother Ye, long time no see."

"Patriarch Ye..."

Apart from Kunlun Xueyu, Meng Yuan and others, some first-class hidden sect leaders raised their hands and fists towards Ye Fei.

Yi Yun and his son from Zhongnan Sword Mountain are relatively close to the South China Sea, so they rushed over right now.

Fairy Mengyuan has already taught Yuechen, and these two people are standing at the forefront of the crowd. The hidden door of Huaxia Martial Dao is obviously headed by these two people.

In the mid-air of the South China Sea, close to the western waters, Dracula stood with the people in the Holy See, and not far behind, Western martial arts experts also rushed to this place at this time.

In the territory of Huaxia, people from the hidden sect of Huaxia occupy one side at the same time.

At this time, Ye Fei was in the center of the two forces, and in the spiritual mist barrier below him was the so-called treasure house of the Heavenly Palace.

"Ye Fei, since the treasure house is open, you can open the door." Fairy Meng Yuan took a step forward, looked at Ye Fei and said softly.

The dumb eyes of the people around were all focused on Ye Fei at this time. The importance of the Tiangong Treasure House is self-evident. At this moment, the strong men from the Eastern and Western martial arts circles are gathered, and no one wants to directly enter the treasure house.

"Kunlun Headmaster, Tiangong Treasure House and other treasures belong to both the Eastern and Western martial arts circles."

"This family suggests that we both established a peace treaty for treasure hunting, and there is no need for too much conflict." Dracula also took a step forward at this time, looking forward and speaking slowly.

These two people can almost represent the two forces, so naturally no one questioned their words.

"Well, the patriarch is right. In the treasure house of Tiangong, the enmity between the Eastern and Western martial arts circles can be temporarily put aside." Fairy Mengyuan nodded slightly, and then responded immediately.

Everyone around heard the words and nodded their heads one after another. This place has already gathered the entire martial arts world, almost half of the powerhouses. Once there is a conflict, it will undoubtedly lead to the second war between the East and the West in the martial arts world.

This point is naturally incomparably clear in the minds of these powerhouses at the headmaster level.

"Since that's the case, junior Huaxia, don't open the treasure house yet." Dracula's eyes narrowed, and then he locked onto Ye Fei's figure in a silent gesture.

This kind of spiritual blockade is undoubtedly an extremely provocative behavior.

Meng Yuan and the others didn't say anything at this time, they just set their eyes on Ye Fei at the same time. Compared with Ye Fei's life and death, she is undoubtedly more related to Tiangong Treasure House.

The Huaxia Hidden Sect people, some of the strong ones, although they were unhappy at this time, they didn't say much when they saw Fairy Mengyuan, and it was difficult for everyone to speak for a while.

"Open the treasure house..."

"What if Ye refuses." Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, his aura immediately froze, he glanced at the people around him, and said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)