"Fight a great battle!"
Ye Fan shouted loudly through the entire papal palace, his eyes burned with raging flames, and the boiling fighting spirit rushed into the sky, and the surrounding air was choked.
The Templar knights were like enemies, the pressure increased sharply, and the cold sweat was flowing.
Just a single sentence from Ye Fan made them completely lose their combat effectiveness. If Ye Fan really kills, I am afraid that few people in the field will be spared.
At this moment, the Pope took a step forward, and his half-open and half-closed eyes suddenly opened, bursting with a sharp light like a thunder, as if to see through Ye Fan's soul.
"God loves the world, and even gave his only-begotten Son to them, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life."
The pope read a passage from the "Gospel of John," and continued: "But-for heretics, God will also send judgment! Young people from the East, I will give you one last chance to combine these magic weapons Stay, and then you immediately leave the Pope’s Palace! Otherwise, I will let you see the power of the Holy See!"
Between the lines, there were undisguised threats.
In fact, although the doctrine of the Holy See urges people to do good, the Holy See can surpass other religions and become the sect with the most adherents in the world. It does not rely on kindness, but on absolute strength.
During the Crusades, I don’t know how many cities were levelled, how many kingdoms were overturned, and millions of people were displaced.
For pagans, the Holy See is never merciful.
However, in the face of this threat, Ye Fan was not afraid, calm as usual, and said lightly: "Stop talking nonsense, fight if you want, I'm still in a hurry!"
These words completely ignited the anger in the Pope's heart.
The atmosphere in the court suddenly became tense and extremely tense, as if there was a little bit of excitement, a grand battle would erupt.
"Good! Good! Good!"
The pope laughed back and said with majesty: "Since you have repeatedly offended the Holy See, then I will teach you some lessons!"
As he said, the Pope held the sceptre in his hand tightly, the top of the fist-sized gem, bursting with dazzling light, volleyed towards Ye Fan.
In an instant, Ye Fan seemed to be locked in by some terrifying existence, and his chest sank.
There is no doubt that this scepter is also a top sacred artifact, even if it is not comparable to the Holy Grail, it is not far away.
"Amen, in the name of Father God--"
"Holy Light? Trial!"
...
"Huh!"
A white beam of light as thick as a column shot out from the scepter, which contained the vast and majestic power of light, fast as thunder, as if breaking through the shackles of space, and rushed to Ye Fan's door in a flash.
Holy, solemn, and glorious!
Different from Taoism and Buddhism, this white beam of light is also blessed by the power of faith of hundreds of millions of believers. It is indestructible. With the increase of the scepter, it is simply more terrifying than the full blow of the peak power.
This is the true strength of the Pope!
With a random blow, it has the power to destroy the world.
The strongest among the underground forces and killer organizations, compared with the Pope, one in the sky and one on the ground, it is like the difference between the mud loach in the stinking ditch and the tiger in the Aoxiao Mountain Forest.
Hundreds of Templar knights and eight cardinal bishops all around also showed a determined smile.
In their eyes, the Pope is not only a spiritual leader, but an invincible existence.
Since the Pope took the shot himself, Ye Fan definitely has no chance of survival.
Facing the ruinous white beam of light, Ye Fan's face showed a solemn color, but he still did not evade.
At the moment of the moment, Ye Fan finally raised his right arm, a straight fist without fancy, blasted against the white beam of light.
In the eyes of others, his behavior is simply like a man's arm as a car, and he doesn't know what he can do.
Even the Speaker of the Dark Council of Europe, no matter how big it is, he uses his body to force the Pope's spell.
But the next moment, something incredible happened.
Ye Fan's right arm suddenly burst out with nine star-like hot rays, and the vast and majestic breath swept away, and even gave people an illusion, as if there was a deity living in his arm, waking up at this moment.
"Peng!"
The two collided in mid-air, emitting a muffled thunderous sound, and the strong sound wave surging in all directions, the impact was not inferior to the avalanche tsunami.
Some of the Templar knights who were closer were shot out more than ten meters and fell to the ground in embarrassment.
At the same time, the white beam of light was smashed into pieces by Ye Fan's iron fist, disappearing and becoming invisible.
...
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, everyone in the room couldn't help but breathe in air-conditioning, their eyes widened, almost popping out of their eye sockets.
Ye Fan's supreme heroic posture caused an unprecedented visual impact on them.
They didn't know that Ye Fan had cultivated the "Nine Heavens' Good Fortune Secret Art" and opened the nine holes on his left and right arms. In addition, he condensed the Immortal Golden Core, making him even better than Ye Nantian.
Unless it is a peerless magic weapon like Xuanyuan Sword, Tianlong Pocheng Halberd, ordinary magic weapon, or magic spell, Ye Fan can crush it with one punch.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!"
The eyes of everyone in the field fell on the pope, looking forward to his next move.
As the master of the Holy See and the spiritual leader of hundreds of millions of believers, the pope not only enjoys the supreme glory, but also shoulders the responsibility of defending the papal palace.
If he can't solve Ye Fan's "invader", his prestige will be greatly reduced and it will be difficult to convince the public.
At this moment, although the pope was calm on the surface, the twitching corners of his eyes revealed the waves in his heart.
Even with his knowledge, he had never seen a monster like Ye Fan, who could defeat his spells with the power of his flesh.
However, the Pope was not afraid of this, but held up the scepter high and displayed one powerful light spell after another.
"Bright Battle Hymn!"
"Bright shackles!"
"Holy Light Cross!"
For a while, a glorious hymn rang out in the arena, which was awe-inspiring. He didn't dare to be an enemy at all, so he could only worship.
The aura of the abyss, like a prison, filled the entire papal palace, and the hot light illuminated the entire world.
The invisible chain, completely condensed by the surging light energy, is like a substance, entwining Ye Fan's body, delaying his speed of action.
A huge cross appeared in the void, symbolizing judgment and redemption, as if it had crossed time and space from the eternal past, and it contained the power to suppress all things, blasting towards Ye Fan.
The Pope is worthy of being the strongest of the Holy See. This continuous combo technique is seamless and perfect, and does not give people any room for breathing. Compared with the previous trick "Holy Light? Judgment", it is many times stronger.
Any powerful heresy will be crucified, executed in public, and washed away all sins with blood.
However, in the face of this net-like offensive, Ye Fan's mouth was drawn with a disdainful smile, and his body was shocked.
"Crack!"
The chains of light that originally bound his body instantly fell apart and turned into powder.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan raised his right hand, and the Thunder Tribulation Sword that was connected to him instantly appeared, bursting with a sharp edge.
"cut!"
Ye Fan slashed in the air, and his sword aura surged out like a purple electric mad dragon, instantly tearing the holy light cross in the sky.
"Wow!"
Until the sword spirit went away, he went straight to the face of the pope.
"not good!"
The Pope's face changed drastically, and he quickly waved his scepter to summon an invisible light shield, barely resisting this sharp sword aura.
...
Seeing this scene, the many Templars and Cardinals around him were dumbfounded.
No one could think of it, Ye Fan chopped and chopped at will, defeating the Pope's spell without any effort.
Which one is stronger and weaker can be seen at a glance.
"Humph!"
Ye Fan sneered, looking at the Pope in the distance, and curled his lips and said, "That's what you can do? Your Holy Vatican is known as one of the world's six holy places of martial arts. It's really a vain name! You still want to rob you forcibly. My spirit weapon is really absurd!"
"Arrogant!"
The pope yelled angrily, and his chest was undulating, as if there was a surge of anger in it.
The Pope tightly squeezed the scepter in his hand, obviously it was really moving, and he stared fiercely while Ye Fan said every word: "Dongfang boy, you successfully angered me! Next, I won't keep my hand anymore. , Will use the most powerful forbidden curse to kill you!"
