The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 671

"Thunder Beast, come out to Ye." While Ye Fei was imprisoned, he didn't panic at all.

I saw a ray of inextinguishable true energy condensed between his brows, and then a heart-pounding low growl came from his body, and the air around the castle trembled.

"Roar!" The ear-splitting roar pierced the night sky, and the huge figure of the Silver Horn Thunder Beast suddenly appeared.

The ground in the middle courtyard of the ancient castle trembled slightly. This terrifying monster stood firmly on the ground at this time, raised its head to the sky and howled with a look of disdain.

In the surrounding air, the coercive power of the Lord of Judgment was almost instantly dissipated with the appearance of the Silver Horn Thunder Beast.

"The incarnation of the way of the sword." Ye Fei took this opportunity, the spiritual power in his body soared, and the lotus fairy sword in his hand was released at the same time, and he became obviously pale at this moment.

The sharp sword energy swept across the night sky, and this style of swordsmanship had already condensed into shape.

The Lord of Judgment in front couldn't help but see a strange light in his eyes, and subconsciously took two steps back.

"What kind of beast is this?"

"This boy can actually condense the second sword. This blow cannot be taken hard." The Lord of Judgment looked serious at this time, staring at Ye Fei in front of him, showing a look of vigilance in his eyes.

At this time, the Lord of Judgment did not treat Ye Fei as a junior at all.

No matter how much power the Huaxia man in front had expended to condense this shocking sword, this blow was enough to shock the realm of the gods.

"My lord Pope." The Lord of Judgment looked into the air, his expression fluctuating.

In the night sky, the pope's aura suddenly soared into the sky, and a dazzling whiteness condensed and formed in the void, finally turning into the appearance of a dagger.

"His spiritual power has been exhausted, let's attack together." The Pope's voice came slowly.

At this time, the two powerhouses in the psychic state also disregarded their identities, and the power in their bodies exploded at the same time, rolling towards Ye Fei.

Ye Fei's erupting fighting power at this moment has already made the Pope feel a great threat. If he is not beheaded here tonight, there will be endless troubles in the future.

In the midair of the castle, Ye Fei laughed loudly, then raised his hand and pointed forward, the huge ice sword came out again.

"Shentong realm, that's all."

"The two of you, how dare you take Ye Mou's sword!" Ye Fei laughed wildly, the robes on his body were windless and automatic, and he faced it alone. The two strong men who were almost at the top of the Western martial arts world, at this moment, there is no one. No fear.

In the mid-air in front of him, the Master of Judgment paused, and for a moment he didn't dare to step forward rashly.

The Pope has never figured out his figure. With the strength of the two of them, it is not difficult to kill a Jindan junior, but the sword that Ye Fei condensed at this time can indeed hurt them.

Neither the Pope nor the Lord of Judgment in front wanted to be injured by a junior in martial arts, otherwise this battle would not last until now.

"This is the real man." Ling Yushuang's eyes flickered at the back, looking at the figure in the mid-air in front of her, she seemed a little lost.

In the scene in the castle at this time, Ye Fei really had the upper hand. He was able to deter the two powerhouses in the spiritual realm. Even the head teacher of Kunlun might not be able to do it easily.

This kind of shock was unprecedented for Ling Yushuang.

Dracula below, after glancing at Ye Fei, his eyes fell on the Silver Horn Thunder Beast at the same time.

"Silver horned beast."

"It's a pity, if it's the Golden Horn, it will still be of some use to my blood clan." In front of the main hall below, Dracula glanced at the Thunder Beast, couldn't help but shook his head slightly in a low voice.

In the night sky, Ye Fei's sword also did not strike rashly, but locked his eyes on the person in front of him.

After being summoned by Ye Fei, the silver-horned Thunder Beast in the courtyard turned its huge head, as if looking around, and then showed a feeling of laziness, obviously having no intention of attacking either.

In the castle, the scene seemed to be at a deadlock for a while.

At this moment, in front of the main hall below, Dracula suddenly took a step forward, his eyes focused on Ye Fei, and a bloody light flashed in his eyes at the same time.

"enough."

"Inheritor of the Ice God, you chose the path yourself, and you are destined to die here tonight." Dracula's voice was low and slightly hoarse at the moment, and the blood in his body slowly rose.

In the middle of the air, Ye Fei's eyes flashed, and his face showed a serious look at the same time. The person he fears the most here seems to be ready to make a move at this moment.

"The patriarch of the blood clan..." Ye Fei whispered, and the target of the Ice God Sword was locked on the bottom.

As Dracula walked out, on the ground of the middle courtyard of the ancient castle, the silver-horned Thunder Beast suddenly opened its eyes, its huge head turned sharply, and its pupils flashing with lightning looked at the person ahead.

"Roar!" The Thunder Beast raised its head to the sky and howled, thunder arcs flying all over the sky.

This kind of berserk power has already surpassed the Nascent Soul Realm, and the aura that the Thunder Beast erupted at this moment is not weaker than the Pope and Lord of Judgment just now.

"Hmm... the Silver Horn Thunder Beast has been enraged, so I may not have a chance of winning this battle." Ye Fei's eyes lit up immediately, and the spiritual power in his body immediately condensed a bit.

Whether it is the power of thunder or the power of the ice god, they are all extremely impressive existences, but Ye Fei's biggest killer is undoubtedly this silver-horned thunder beast.

This beast definitely has the power to reach the level of the gods. If it weren't for being a bit disobedient, it wouldn't be so difficult for him to fight tonight.

In front of the main hall below, Dracula's face was indifferent, and when the man raised his hand, countless blood-red hands suddenly appeared out of nowhere in mid-air.

"Blood Prison." Dracula snorted, his eyes fixed on the Silver Horn Thunder Beast.

The strange blood-red tentacles in the night sky wrapped around the silver-horned thunderbolt's limbs almost instantly, followed by its body and head. The speed at which it covered and spread was jaw-dropping.

"Ho Ho!" Above the ground, the Silver Horn Thunder Beast kept roaring, and its huge body struggled continuously.

"Bang, bang." The violent lightning arc collided with the bloody tentacles, and there were deafening explosions. The entire ground of the Holy See Castle also trembled violently with the Thunder Beast's struggle.

In mid-air, Ye Fei frowned slightly, he was connected with the breath of the Silver Horn Thunder Beast.

At this moment, he already felt that the strength of the Silver Horn Thunder Beast seemed to be suppressed by those bloody tentacles, and it was impossible to break free.

"It can't go on like this." Ye Fei showed a decisive look on his face, without much hesitation, that shocking one-style swordsmanship had already locked Dracula below him at this moment.

"Chop!" With a low shout, the huge ice sword fell down in the night sky.

In front of the main hall below, Dracula glanced at the sky, and he didn't take a step back. He simply raised his hand and pointed, and a blood-red hand came out, entangled towards the ice god's giant sword.

The two forces collided in mid-air instantly, but they didn't show much power.

Under the eyes of everyone, they saw that bloody tentacle directly merged into the Ice God Sword, and then the huge sword trembled, and it actually shattered directly.

"As expected of the patriarch of the blood clan!"

"The power of Ye Fei's sword was so easily received by him..."

In the mid-air behind, the pope and the Lord of Judgment couldn't help showing fear in their eyes after seeing those bloody tentacles.

The strength of the people in front of the main hall below is obviously far superior to the two of them.

"Blood Prison." Dracula's expression remained the same, and he shot another bloody shot in an instant, instantly blocking Ye Fei's figure in front of him.

In the middle courtyard of the ancient castle, the situation that had been somewhat stalemate turned abruptly with the attack of the blood patriarch. This person's seemingly simple means had already suppressed the audience.

Even Ye Fei's face flashed a look of surprise at this moment, the strength of this person was something he had never seen before.

"This power is by no means a simple supernatural power. To what extent is this person's strength?"

Ye Fei's figure was locked at this time, and the spiritual power in his body was also suppressed by a strange self-care, and it was slowly dissipating.

"Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" The seemingly controlled situation seemed to be broken instantly with the strange roar of the Silver Horn Thunderbeast.

Before the roar fell, countless lightning arcs flashed in the night sky, lighting up the entire sky, and thick thunderbolts suddenly descended from the sky at this moment, covering the entire Holy See castle.

The power of this thunder is comparable to Ye Fei's lightning strike in almost every way, and the power contained in it is self-evident.

"Ah, help, help!"

"Damn it, hurry up and leave the castle..."

"..."

At this time, the Silver Horn Thunder Beast seemed to be in a frenzy, and the power of the thunder that fell was almost indiscriminate bombardment. The members of the Holy See Castle were killed and injured immediately.

The faces of the Pope and the Lord of Judgment turned ashen in an instant, and the gazes of the two were focused on the Silver-horned Thunder Beast at the same time.

"Your Excellency the patriarch, please restrain this beast for a few seconds, and the two of us will shoot and kill it!" Anger welled up in the pope's eyes, and the castle of the Holy See might be destroyed tonight if it goes on like this.

"Yes." Dracula below heard the words, then nodded slightly, and under the touch of his fingertips, more bloody tentacles condensed again.

In the middle courtyard of the castle, following Dracula's attack, the huge body of the Silver Horn Thunder Beast was almost completely wrapped in bloody tentacles, which formed a round blood prison under continuous condensation and extension.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, Patriarch." The pope said politely, and at the same time, the whiteness on his body soared.

At the center of the pope's eyebrows, a six-pointed star spell flashed, and it appeared like a star, which continued to enlarge in the night sky, and a terrifying breath erupted from it.

"A sword of judgment." The Lord of Judgment did not dare to neglect at this moment, and at some point in his hand, there was another silver long sword again.

The two struck at almost the same time, the power of the full-strength blow from the supernatural realm was self-evident, the night sky of the ancient castle had already been reflected in the city and it was no different from daytime.

At this moment, Ye Fei's body was suppressed, and he wanted to break free, but he felt powerless at the moment.

(End of this chapter)