"Roar!" The roar of the Silver Horned Thunder Beast had obviously become much weaker at this time.

Dracula's strength is really unfathomable, the power of those blood-colored tentacles, Ye Fei vaguely feels that he is familiar with the power of the dark island in the North Sea, and has an extremely strong suppressive power.

"Thunder Beast ......" Ye Fei's eyes were red, and his eyes burst with unyielding meaning.

Although the silver-horned thunder beast was a little disobedient, this beast did help him a lot.

And because of the immortal true element of the medical saint, there was an indescribable connection between Ye Fei and the thunder beast, and seeing this beast die under his nose with his own eyes was definitely something he couldn't bear.

"Burning blood."

"Break it for Ye!" Ye Fei let out a loud shout, and the aura around him immediately changed.

The spiritual power is suppressed, and he still has the power of qi and blood, and in his current state, he will undoubtedly affect the foundation of the martial arts, but it can improve his combat power in a short time, and Ye Fei at this moment can no longer care about it so much.

"Bang, boom." An earth-shattering explosion was heard, and an invisible force of the shock swept across.

In the middle of the castle, Ye Fei's whole body flashed with blood, and he instantly broke free from the shackles of the blood-colored tentacles, and the bright red power of qi and blood surrounded him, and he vaguely seemed to know Dracula below.

"Interesting, inheritor of the Ice God, you gave me a big surprise." After Dracula saw Ye Fei's state at the moment, a strange light couldn't help but flash in his eyes.

The people of the blood clan have an irrepressible desire for blood itself, and the power of Ye Fei's breath that erupted at this moment undoubtedly made Dracula a a little moved.

In the night sky, after Ye Fei broke free of his body, he almost didn't hesitate and rushed directly towards the Silver Horned Thunder Beast.

"Thunder armor, body protection."

"Golden Light Shield."

"Lianhua Sword, melt into the body."

In the blink of an eye, all of Ye Fei's defensive means were exhausted, and his figure was already in front of the huge body of the Silver Horned Thunder Beast.

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

"Roar!" In the blood prison in the rear, the silver-horned thunder beast let out two more roars.

Between it and Ye Fei, there is a wisp of immortal true element connection, although the thunder beast has always looked down on this human being, but this person and beast are connected by their hearts, Ye Fei's actions at this moment are seen by the silver-horned thunder beast.

"Boom, boom." The power of a blow from the Divine Realm can be described as extraordinary.

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

Ling Yushuang behind Ye Fei...... couldn't help but have tears falling from the corners of his eyes at this time, and he couldn't help but shout.

At this time, she could feel that the power that limited her body was slowly weakening, which meant that Ye Fei's state was constantly declining at the moment.

The ancient castle was in the air, 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 thunder arc erupted from those huge eyes.

"Your Holiness the Pope, is he dead?" The Lord of the Judgment paused, then asked.

"Hmph, you and I join forces to strike, even if it is a strong person in the Tongshen Realm, it is not easy to resist, how can a junior in the Jindan Realm still be alive." The Pope glanced in front of him and snorted coldly.

At this moment, when he saw it, that Huaxia man should have been bombarded into slag.

In front of the main hall below, Dracula chuckled, and at this time took another step forward, his eyes condensed on the body of the Silver Horned Thunder Beast.

"Two idiots!"

"Your attack, instead of killing that Huaxia man, broke my blood prison and freed that silver-horned thunder beast from its predicament." Dracula withdrew his gaze and then glanced at the two popes on the side.

The strength of the Blood Clan below is self-evident, and this Blood Clan Patriarch has obviously never put the Holy See in his eyes.

"How, how is that possible?" The Pope's face was incredulous, and after hearing Gudra's words, he hurriedly raised his head and looked at the silver-horned thunder beast in front of him.

I saw that the breath on the body of the silver-horned thunder beast at this time was rising, and on the body of this beast, there was a faint trace of Ye Fei's breath, as if this person and beast were fused together.

The Silverhorn Thunder Beast's body suddenly moved, and its huge front claws suddenly lifted up with the momentum of breaking through the air, and grabbed directly towards Dracula.

Dracula's face remained unchanged, his figure suddenly rose into the air, and the night sky of the ancient castle was suddenly dyed with blood, and at this moment, the power of the blood clan patriarch could be regarded as a complete explosion.

"Bloodline." Dracula whispered, and the pungent smell of blood in the air around him was several times stronger.

The entire Château of the Holy See has been shrouded in blood.

The terrifying suppressive power seemed to be able to devour any force in the world, and even the Pope and the Lord of Judgment in the rear couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on their foreheads at this moment.

"Just like the legend, the strength of the blood clan patriarch has surpassed the initial realm of the gods."

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

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

On the ground in the middle courtyard of the ancient castle, the newly recovered form of the Silver Horned Thunder Beast was once again suppressed and blocked.

"Whew, roar." The thunderbeast let out a low roar, and it vaguely began to weaken.

At this time, Ye Fei was surrounded by a sea of thunder, and the injuries on his body were extremely serious, barely blocking the attack of the Pope and the Lord of Judgment, and he had already reached his limit.

At the last moment of crisis, if it weren't for the Silver Horn Thunder Beast, seeing him swallow it in one gulp, Ye Fei would have been cold at this moment.

In the body of the Silver Horn Thunder Beast, Ye Fei was sitting cross-legged at the moment, swallowing a spirit pill into his abdomen, and was absorbing the medicinal power in his body with all his might, wanting to recover his spiritual power as soon as possible.

"After returning to Huaxia this time, I must find a way to step into the ranks of Yuan Ying." The expression on Ye Fei's face was serious, and he couldn't help the dark island in his heart.

The Western Martial Arts Realm is obviously far from being as simple as he imagined, and the strength of this blood clan patriarch is even more than he expected, who knows if there is such a strong person hidden in the entire Western Martial Arts Realm.

Once the Great War of Eastern and Western Martial Arts breaks out, it will not be easy for the Chinese martial arts world to win.

At this moment, the figure of the Silver Horn Thunder Beast trembled suddenly, and the power of thunder in the body immediately became chaotic, and Ye Fei, who was in the body of the Thunder Beast, couldn't help but have a look on his face that became a little more solemn again.

"Could it be that Ye will really die here tonight." Ye Fei muttered in a low voice, his face showing unwillingness.

After just a moment of thought, his figure immediately stood up, and the slightly recovered spiritual power in his body was mobilized by him, and the whole person disappeared into the sea of thunder.

In the Holy See Castle, the Silver Horn Thunder Beast had been completely suppressed by Dracula, and in the face of the blood in the sky, the power in this beast's body could not be mobilized at all.

"Inheritor of the Ice God, if you don't come out again, your clan will slaughter 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 them, the Pope and the Lord of Judgment focused their eyes on the thunder beast at the same time, and they still couldn't believe that Ye Fei hadn't died yet.

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

As everyone's eyes looked, they saw the top of the huge head of the silver-horned thunder beast, and with a lightning arc flashing, a young man wearing a pale robe and an extremely cold appearance suddenly appeared.

This person is undoubtedly Ye Fei.

"You are very strong, one day, Ye will definitely surpass you." Ye Fei's eyes flashed with thunder, and he looked at the person in front of him and said in a deep voice.

Since stepping into the martial arts realm, with the growth of his strength, Ye Fei has also seen a lot of powerhouses in the Divine Realm, but this blood clan patriarch is undoubtedly the most terrifying one among the people he has encountered.

"It's a pity that you won't live that day." Dracula's eyes flashed with blood, and at this time, a murderous intent exploded on his body.

Ye Fei's combat power did make him a little moved, the junior of the Jindan Realm was actually able to fight with the Pope without falling behind, and he couldn't say that he was giving this junior some time, and in the entire Western martial arts world, I am afraid that no one can fight with him.

"Lianhua Sword, Ning." Ye Fei is not talking nonsense, if he is destined to be damaged like this tonight, he would rather die in battle.

Even though his strength is not as good as the other party, as a martial artist, he should have a sense of fearlessness.

Dracula had a chuckle on his face, and with a slight raise of his hand, the blood in the sky suddenly condensed, and the terrifying oppressive force seemed to solidify the void, and the gap between the two was indeed too large.

In the mid-air in front of him, before Ye Fei could make a move, his body was completely blocked by the blood.

"The inheritor of the Ice God, my clan originally wanted to let you go this time, but unfortunately you gave up the opportunity yourself." Dracula spoke in a low voice, and at the same time slowly raised his arm, and a blood sword condensed at the same time.

He really didn't have any interest in Ling Yushuang, so Ye Fei did have the intention of letting 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, in the distant sky, a deep voice suddenly came.

In the next moment, I saw a thick black mist, condensed and formed in the sky, and a figure loomed in the black mist, and the aura emanating from its body was actually not inferior to Dracula.

Above the head of the Silver Horned Thunder Beast, Ye Fei couldn't help but be slightly stunned after seeing the black mist.

This power is extremely familiar to him, and it also has the power to suppress spiritual power, which is from the power of the dark island in the North Sea.

"Emperor Lin." Ye Fei muttered in a low voice, and when he turned his head to look into the air, the figure of a cold-looking middle-aged man immediately appeared in his sight.

Everyone in the ancient castle also raised their heads at this time, and after seeing the sound and shadow, the Pope and the Lord of the Judgment couldn't help but show jealousy on their faces.

Even the expression on Dracula's face couldn't help but change slightly, which showed Emperor Lin's influence in the Western martial arts world.