Shen Jiayao rushed over as soon as possible, ignoring anything else, standing at the mouth of the cave covered with smoke and dust and looking down.

In the conference room downstairs, Ye Fan staggered up from the rubble, his face was dusty, and his clothes were already in tatters.

Opposite him, the light and shadow of the Holy Spirit were obviously much weaker, and he could already see the slender figure in the Holy Light clearly.

"Hey, do you want to kill the uncle a second time?" Ye Fan raised a strange voice, suddenly burst out, and rushed straight towards the Holy Spirit!

Rumble!

There was another clattering crash, and the two figures pierced through the wall, leaving only a lingering cloud of smoke and dust.

Where is this duel, it is clearly demolishing the building!

The light and shadow around the Holy Spirit's body are similar to the True Qi of a cultivator's body, and this natural barrier is both a way for it to manifest miracles and a killer weapon.

Ye Fan, who had absorbed the blood of Cain, had an unprecedented level of cell repair ability, which was enough to confront the Holy Spirit and use True Qi to confront it head-on!

This is a contest between physical bodies, with no moves, no skill to speak of, and it all depends on speed, strength, and recovery.

In the Hall of the Golden Crown, people only felt a wave of shaking, and a continuous loud noise kept coming downstairs, as if the entire Rockefeller Center was about to be destroyed in this earth-shattering tremor!

It's like two primordial monsters, in a concrete building made of reinforced concrete, rampage, utterly insane, and fearless!

It will not stop until it is covered in bruises, dying, unable to move, and distinguishing the winner and loser.

"Lord—" Antonio kept scratching the cross on his chest, waiting in horror with the Holy See for the outcome.

He originally thought that there could be no one or any creature in this world that could pose a threat to the Holy Spirit, but he never expected that this scene he had witnessed with his own eyes would subvert his long-standing beliefs!

The golden arrow not only did not kill Ye Fan, but instead fueled his terrifying arrogance, and he was able to fight with the Holy Spirit closely!

For the first time, he had strong doubts about the Holy Spirit in his heart, and his faith began to shake violently......

Antonio is far from alone. Almost everyone in the Holy See camp began to wonder if the god they had always believed in was the only true god and invincible!

"Go and see Brother Ye!" Lu Qingyu picked up the lost sage staff and ran towards the door.

Shen Jiayao and Monica jumped directly into the big hole, looking for the sound.

Several crusaders of the Holy See had bad intentions and set their sights on John Davy and others, who were seriously injured.

These fellows, drawing their swords and facing the dust scattered everywhere, slowly approached them, and several crusaders took the opportunity to save the holy woman.

"Don't kill them!" Catherine opened her arms and stood in front of John Davy without hesitation!

"Miss, any evil must be eliminated, this is our duty as Silver Crossers!" The blonde man in the lead said proudly: "The blood clan should not exist on the earth, if you don't get out of the way, we can only punish you on behalf of the Lord!"

As soon as his words fell, the sound of sneering electricity instantly rose on his body, and the orange-red high-pressure sparks danced like wild snakes, and they were burned to charcoal with only a scream!

"Hmph, whoever dares to move again, this is the end!" Sui Tang held a particle current gun in his hand, his cold eyes swept over the Holy See camp, and everyone shrank their heads unconsciously.

With her suppressing here, no one dares to take the opportunity to poison the people of the blood clan.

Boom –

In the corner of a certain floor below the building, an entire wall collapsed, burying the two terrifying figures at the same time.

"There!" Shen Jiayao found the place where Ye Fan and the Holy Spirit were fighting, and quickly fled into the smoke and dust.

Monica followed, eager to see how the battle went.

The two of them had just come to this ruin, and in the rubble pile of broken bricks and broken walls, a figure suddenly stood up!

"Ye Fan!"

Seeing him stand up first, Shen Jiayao couldn't hide her joy.

Although Ye Fan's body was gray like a construction worker who had just carried cement, he grinned, revealing a mouth full of snow-white teeth.

"Phew, this bastard still has a breath!" Spit out a mouthful of dust, Ye Fan dragged a slender figure out of the ruins.

The girl wearing a moon-white robe with scattered hair stared at a pair of vicious eyes at the moment, allowing Ye Fan to pinch her neck and pull out a pile of rubble.

Is this what the Holy Spirit really is?

No matter how you look at it, she is just a beautiful girl, how can she have such terrifying lethality?

"Let's go, it's time to announce all this to the world!" Ye Fan picked up the Holy Spirit and strode out of the dust.

Shen Jiayao and Monica followed closely with the joy of victory.

On the way, they met Lu Qingyu who was found along the way, and when they saw Ye Fan returning triumphantly, Lu Qingyu couldn't help crying with joy.

The scene she experienced tonight was even more shocking than riding a roller coaster, this is the tears of the rest of her life, the tears of joy and happiness.

Everyone in the hall sensed that the terrible impact had subsided, who had won?

Archbishop Antonio clenched the cross and prayed incessantly, he had a premonition that could not change anything.

"Wait, everyone?" said a slightly tired voice in the hallway.

In an instant, all the people of the three parties were dumbfounded, and it was extremely exciting.

Through the gap between the troops of District 51, they saw Ye Fan dragging a girl with a big tie, surrounded by Shen Jiayao, Lu Qingyu, and Monica, and walked with great might.

"God! this is impossible!" Archbishop Antonio knelt down!

A large number of believers fell to their knees, weeping bitterly and weeping, and their lofty beliefs collapsed at this moment!

The Holy Spirit was defeated at the hands of a human being!

Isn't it a messenger of God? How can it be defeated?

"Let one go, let one go. Ye Fan shouted loudly, dragging the Holy Spirit who was tied up by the golden rope, and swaggered back to the hall.

Sui Tang's eyes fell on him, and a trace of emotion flashed quickly.

Dracula and the other blood clans showed a look of ecstasy, knelt on the ground, and bowed in unison: "Emperor!"

"Hmm...... How can you only worship me, how many emperors and queens are there!" Ye Fan deliberately joked.

"This ...... Yes, my subordinates meet the emperor!" John David was the first to salute Shen Jiayao and the others.

The women looked at each other, and their faces showed a little shyness. In this public, he did not forget to play pranks and lose the dead.

Ye Fan nodded with a satisfied smile, looked at Archbishop Antonio and the others, and pouted: "Divine sticks, your spiritual sustenance is just a dead man who is struggling to survive, if you want to believe in God, it is better to believe in me, I can forgive you for your disrespect and stupidity just now, and it is still too late to change your faith." ”

The people of the Holy See were furious when they heard this, they were the most devout Christians, and even if the Holy Spirit was defeated at the hands of mortals, it could not change their determination to serve God.

"You're lying to confuse the people!" Antonio shouted righteously, waving his scepter, "You'd better let our Holy Spirit go, or ...... Otherwise......"

Otherwise, after a long time, he couldn't continue his cruel words, looking at the entire Holy See, who could confront this person?

"Otherwise, it's a fart!" Ye Fan sneered, pulling the Holy Spirit, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I'll send your Holy Spirit Lord to God now!"