Holy See Castle, Dracula took a step forward, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and after looking up at the Pope, he fell on Ye Fei in a blink of an eye.

"Inheritor of the Ice God, what did you think about what I just said?" The aura on Dracula's body calmed down, and he looked at Ye Fei and slowly spoke.

When Ye Fei heard this, his eyes flashed slightly, and his face showed a thoughtful look.

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

"Dracula, if I'm willing to stay, will you let him go?" Ling Yushuang in mid-air also came back to his senses at this time, and his trembling eyes stared at the people below.

Dracula smiled slightly, and then spoke: "This beautiful young lady, I am willing to swear by the honor of the blood clan. ”

As soon as these words came out, the Pope and the silver-armored powerhouse in the back had a somewhat ugly expression on their faces, but they didn't dare to say anything, so 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 an elite disciple of Kunlun, she naturally has some understanding of the top powerhouses in the Western martial arts world.

At this moment, in this ancient castle, in addition to the Pope and the Lord of Judgment, there is also the legendary blood clan patriarch, such a lineup can almost be called the strongest in the Western martial arts world, far from being the match between the two of them.

After saying that, Ling Yushuang quietly mobilized, and there was a slight recovery of spiritual power in her body, and a trace of resoluteness flashed in her moving eyes.

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

It's just that suddenly, the figure that Ling Yushuang had just stepped into suddenly sudden, and an invisible force enveloped her figure, and before she could react, she was pulled back to the rear again.

"Ye Fei, you." Ling Yushuang gritted her silver teeth lightly, her face couldn't help revealing a complicated color, this aura within the power, she could be said to be extremely familiar.

At this time, Ye Fei didn't pay attention to the person next to him, but flashed his figure and took a step forward, his gaze fell on Dracula.

The purpose of this blood clan patriarch, he is too lazy to think about it now, but Ling Yushuang must not hand it over to this person so easily, otherwise, even if he returns to Huaxia, I am afraid that the hidden gate will not give up easily.

"If it's tonight, Ye has to take this woman away." Ye Fei's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the person below and said slowly.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the castle suddenly became tense.

In the mid-air in front of him, the Pope's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he couldn't help but sneer on his face, and the momentum around him condensed again, and his eyes locked on Ye Fei in front of him.

In front of the main hall below, Dracula also had a smile on his face.

"Hehe, then, you two should stay." Dracula's voice is flat, and his seemingly casual words give people a sense of sharpness at the moment.

Before the words fell, in the mid-air in front of him, the aura around the Pope rose to the sky, and the coercion of the powerhouse of the Divine Realm struck again.

Before Dracula could make a move, the Pope's figure had already disappeared in place.

"Ye Fei, tonight is your own death!" In the night, the pope's slightly majestic voice echoed in the middle courtyard of the castle.

The terrifying coercion instantly enveloped the entire castle, obviously afraid of the power of Ye Fei's sword, and the Pope's figure at this time directly blended into the night.

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

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

"A sword of judgment." The Lord of Judgment stared coldly, and the power of the Divine Realm exploded.

At this moment, the two powerhouses of the Divine Realm in the West actually joined forces regardless of their identities, and the momentum that erupted alone was by no means comparable to ordinary martial arts people.

Not far behind, Ling Yushuang looked at Ye Fei at this time, with an extremely complicated expression on her face, with a faint look of worry.

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

It's just that this woman herself is too seriously injured, and she only has the strength of the Jindan Realm, even if she wants to help Ye Fei, she doesn't have the slightest way at this moment.

In the middle of the castle, Ye Fei had a wild smile on his face, and a majestic battle intent rose from his body.

The matter has come to this, now he can only fight with all his strength, since stepping into the martial arts realm, Ye Fei has slashed countless strong people who have surpassed his realm, even if he is facing the old monster of the Tongshen realm, he still has no fear in his heart.

Warrior, fearless.

"Kendo incarnation." Ye Fei laughed, and the spiritual power of his whole body skyrocketed.

The magical power that had just taken the opportunity to condense was directly displayed without any hesitation at this moment.

The Pope hid his figure, and Ye Fei couldn't lock it at this moment, so he could only target the Lord of Judgment.

"Slash!" A low shout came, and swords flew in the sky.

In mid-air, the lotus sword burst out with fine light, and under the flying condensation, a huge ice sword seemed to fall from the sky at this moment, pointing directly at the Lord of Judgment in front of him.

This style of swordsmanship consumes a lot of one's own spiritual power, but its power is enough to threaten the strong of the gods.

"Boom, boom!" A deafening popping sound swept through, and the terrifying force of the shock pierced the night sky.

In the mid-air in front of him, the Lord of Judgment wearing silver armor suddenly changed his face drastically after seeing and feeling the aura on the ice sword, and at this moment he understood why the Pope was so afraid of a Chinese junior.

"It's so strong, if this person is allowed to step into the Yuan Infant Realm, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to fight with it......" The eyes of the Lord of Judgment flashed, and the power in his body completely exploded at this moment.

The long sword that flashed with white light, and at the same time flashed the white light of these words, and its momentum was obviously not inferior to Ye Fei.

The two forces, under the gaze of everyone, immediately collided together, and the Lord of Judgment and Ye Fei spurted out a mouthful of blood almost at the same time, and their bodies took several steps backwards.

"Click, click, click......" A crisp cracking sound suddenly sounded in the night sky.

The Lord of Judgment stared at the silver light sword in his hand, his face showed disbelief, and as he looked at it, he could see that there was a visible crack on the blade.

"How is that possible!"

"The sword in this son's hand is the best immortal treasure." While the Lord of Judgment was shocked in his heart, he couldn't help but look at the silver sword in his hand, and couldn't help but look distressed on his face.

As the ruling master of the Holy See, the magic weapon of this silver-armored man is naturally of good quality, and the silver sword in his hand is close to immortal.

And not far ahead, Ye Fei was also not lightly injured.

But the Lianhua Sword in his hand was still surging cold, and the fierce sword qi surrounded the sword body.

Whether it is the quality of the Lianhua Sword itself or the power of Ye Fei's sword, it has to overpower the Lord of the Judgment, and it is reasonable for this person to fall behind.

"He can't cut a second sword."

"When this kid dies, the immortal sword in his hand can be rewarded by the emperor." At this time, the Pope obviously saw the thoughts of the Lord of Judgment, and his voice came slowly.

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

His current injuries have not fully recovered, and if he is slashed by Ye Fei, I am afraid that it will affect the foundation of Dao Martial Dao.

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

The ruins of the ice god in the extreme north, although the lord of judgment did not go, he naturally knew everything about what happened in the ruins, and the ice sword in the hands of the person in front of him was a real immortal.

"If you want to kill Ye, your Holy See will also take off its skin." Ye Fei's body was like a rainbow, and on the ice sword in his hand, the terrifying sword light condensed again.

In contrast, the hard power of Ye Fei and the two in front of him is indeed too different.

If it weren't for the fact that the Pope was jealous of his sword incarnation and had been hiding in the shadows and not making a move, it was obviously impossible for Ye Fei to hurt the Lord of Judgment.

In front of the main hall below, Dracula looked up at the air, the expression on his face did not change much, and he did not make a move at the moment.

Ling Yushuang in the middle of the air behind her, her eyes had been focused on Ye Fei at this time, and after seeing the earth-shattering sword, her face couldn't help but show a look of horror.

"Ye Fei ......"

"He's already ready to fight the Channeling Realm." Ling Yushuang's eyes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help murmuring in her heart.

It wasn't until this moment that she suddenly discovered that Tianjiao, who also belonged to the younger generation of Huaxia, was no longer on the same level as Ye Fei.

In the middle courtyard of the ancient castle, the aura on Ye Fei's body changed, and a biting chill enveloped the night sky, and the spiritual power in his body turned far to the extreme, regardless of the injuries in his body.

If you want to fight with the Divine Realm, except for the swordsmanship inherited by the Ice God, other means have almost no effect.

"Pope Lao'er, come out to fight Ye Mou!" Ye Fei laughed wildly, and the momentum on his body continued to rise.

In the night, the Pope did not appear, and he was a little unsure at the moment whether the Chinese junior in front of him would be able to cut the second sword.

In the mid-air ahead, the Lord of Judgment sneered and said, "At the end of the strong crossbow, today I will let you see what a strong person in the Divine Realm is." ”

Before the words fell, I saw that the Lord of the Judgment in front of him did not retreat but advanced, and his figure rose in the air, and the white exploding out of his body instantly illuminated the entire castle as if it were day.

"Huaxiaren, your time of death has come." The voice of the Lord of Judgment was low, like an oracle, and one did not dare to refute it.

In the night sky of the ancient castle, the terrifying coercive power instantly imprisoned Ye Fei's figure, and under this force, the martial cultivators below the Divine Realm had almost no power to resist.