Ye Feng clenched his fists and instinctively felt the fatal crisis of life and death.

This crisis caused his blood to burn and reached the boiling point.

Ye Feng tensed his body and raised the Yanhuang sword, his eyes filled with a high fighting spirit.

If you want to break the realm, you must let yourself be killed and live!

And now, it's the time!

He doesn't want to wait any longer!

Since this world is preventing him from breaking the realm, he insists on giving it a try on his own!

"Ye Feng!"

It was at this moment that the Pope's hoarse and resentful voice rang: "Today, you will die under the holy city of the Holy See. I will never be reborn if I give my life to you!"

At this moment, as the carrier of the forbidden power, the pope's internal organs have all been broken, and death is a destined thing.

But before he died, he must pull Ye Feng on the road together, and must let the greatest threat of the Holy See completely disappear from the human world!

Only when Ye Feng dies can the Holy See have a glimmer of hope!

"You should be the old guy who will never be reborn! Stop talking nonsense, let me see how terrible the foundation of your Holy See is, and whether it can really disperse my soul!" Ye Feng's voice rumbled, looking straight into the pope's pupils, without any fear.

"Silly! Even if the Supreme protects rebirth, he will have to die under this strongest sacred ruling. Ye Feng, you are dead in my holy temple after all! It is me who suppresses you!" The Pope's face was ferocious, and his body began to gradually dissipate, turning into a sword of ruling, slowly aiming at Ye Feng.

The power accumulated over a hundred years has turned into the strongest verdict!

The Sword of Judgment quickly took shape, aiming at the center of Ye Feng's heart, and wanted to annihilate his soul.

"What a terrible sacred verdict! This... there shouldn't be any powerful man in the imperial realm that can stop him, right?"

"Once the sword of ruling is locked, unless the power of ruling disappears, the ruling will not end. Ye Feng...there are so many dangers!"

"As expected, every dynasty has its own foundation! Ye Feng is still too proud!"

"What I am curious about is why Ye Feng didn't take the initiative to attack and had to wait until now. Now, it's too late!"

"Is Ye Feng confident that he can block this attack?"

"Impossible! Although Ye Feng is strong, he is definitely not as strong as this level. Unless there is a miracle, Ye Feng will definitely die this time!"

One by one, one after another.

Ye Qing, Wang Ning, Zhong Chuyan and others all trembled. They felt the breath of this wisp of the verdict sword, and they felt extremely palpitations. Ye Feng, who faced this sword head-on, should bear the pressure.

Even if you believe in Ye Feng, no one will think that Ye Feng can block this sword safely.

The most terrifying thing is that once the Sword of Judgment is formed, it will never end!

"Lord Taoism, can you stop such a sacred ruling?" Huangfu Xingzhou, the owner of the Great Xia Dynasty, showed a solemn look and asked.

After pondering for a moment, the Taoist lord Ning Haoran shook his head: "If it were at the home court of my Taoist sect, the aura accumulated by the Taoist sect should be able to block this attack, but if I can live without death at this time, the martial arts will be completely destroyed. Not everyone can stop the foundation of the Holy See! Perhaps today, Ye Feng's threat will disappear!"

After a pause, the Taoist lord Ning Haoran asked, "Where is Your Majesty? Can you block this attack?"

Huangfu Xingzhou's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice was a little low: "No!"

If he had taken all the power of Tang Ying's origin that day, it would be no problem to face this attack, but now, he really cannot guarantee that he can survive this sacred ruling.

"That means, Ye Feng is dead? If Ye Feng is dead, then it will be the best ending for us. We can join forces to take down the power of Ye Feng's church!" The alien dictator sneered, looking at Ye Feng was like looking at a dead person.

"I'm afraid it's not that easy. Haven't you noticed that Ye Feng seemed to be deliberately waiting for the Pope's exertion? Now I'm also a little curious about what he is selling in Ye Feng's gourd!" The mysterious man Youbai said.

boom!

It was at this moment that the light of the sword of judgment turned into by the Pope reached its peak, and the Pope's resentful and hoarse voice sounded: "Ye Feng, be suppressed by eternity, your soul will be dispersed!"

After saying that, the sword of judgment condensed by the Holy Judgment swept straight towards Ye Feng's heart, and the speed was so fast that it exceeded everyone's imagination.

This attack was terrifying, and it was still above everyone’s expectations!

Dumplings of sweat beads oozed out from Ye Feng's forehead, and his hair exploded one by one. At this time, he was truly between life and death.

If one is not good, the soul may be dispersed.

But soon, Ye Feng suppressed the fear in his heart, and the flames in his pupils burned violently, placing the Yanhuang sword in front of him, and at the same time bursting his defense to the extreme.

Bang!

A deafening impact sounded!

Ye Feng was shaken away dozens of meters away, and drops of blood were overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his arms holding the Yanhuang Great Sword kept trembling.

Just one blow made Ye Feng's internal organs tremble.

And this is just the beginning!

"Ye Feng, be punished in despair!" The pope's hoarse voice sounded again.

Bang!

The Sword of the Holy Judgment blasted at Ye Feng again, and this time Ye Feng's Yanhuang Great Sword was directly shaken out!

Just as the Sword of the Holy Judgment arrived at the center of Ye Feng's heart, the Dust-Covered Cauldron collided with him!

puff!

Ye Feng flew backwards with the Dust Cauldron, and the wounds all over his body exploded like broad beans, and blood spilled.

In the midst of lightning, the Sword of the Holy Judgment released a dazzling light again and continued to sweep towards the center of Ye Feng's heart. Obviously, he would never give up until Ye Feng was killed!

This is the will of the pope!

This is the strongest blow the Pope has received for sacrifice to his body!

Ye Feng will never be allowed to have any way out!

"Oh no! Ye Feng has reached his limit. With another blow, Ye Feng's heart will be shattered!"

"Ye Feng is already strong enough, but he is facing the foundation of the Holy See for a hundred years!"

"As soon as Ye Feng dies, these powerful men from the Borderless Land have no heads, and they probably won't be able to make any big waves!"

"Fuck! Marshal Ye is invincible, how could he fall here!"

"I believe in Marshal Ye!"

"Believe it? Take a good look at how your Marshal Ye died!"

"it's over!"

Huangfu Xingzhou, the owner of the Great Xia Dynasty, felt relieved, and a sneer raised to the corner of his mouth, looking at Ye Feng coldly, it seemed that he didn't need to design any more to deal with it.

"not necessarily!"

The mysterious man Youbai raised his eyebrows and said heavily: "Ye Feng must have a plan! Could it be..."

"Is it something?" Ning Haoran, the leader of the Taoist sect, also discovered something wrong at this moment and said in a low voice.
Chapter completed!