One of the Holy Lord's arm was actually cut off by Ye Huan.

His body retreated frantically, and a hint of horror appeared on his face. He never expected that his full strength would be inferior to the young man in front of him.

Stopped the blood, the Holy Lord stared at Ye Huan from afar, like a hungry wolf, his chest was undulating, obviously with huge anger burning.

He couldn't believe that he would have been cut off one of his arms.

"Holy Lord!"

The long-haired Holy Son also screamed.

The blonde saint's eyes flashed even more, and I couldn't believe it. The scene in front of me was shocking.

"This, this--" Doron's eyes also flashed. He found that their Holy See also had a great underestimated the strength of Ye Sha Shen.

"His strength has reached the Pope's level?"

"If the Pope is born, will he be able to fight the Pope?"

The elders of the Holy See also spoke out, shocked by Ye Huan's strength.

Their hearts also began to shake, and Ye Huan seemed to be able to fight Ye Huan.

"Hmph, he is very powerful, but it is far from enough to fight the Pope. It's just a injury to the Holy Lord." Doron snorted coldly.

Although he first surrendered to Ye Huan, that was just his expedient approach. He was a very rational person.

He has a clear understanding of the Pope's strength.

"All this was easily done by the Pope, now that the Pope has disappeared for so many years, our strength is definitely not something we can guess."

Doron said in a deep voice.

Everyone nodded in their hearts. It was true that the Pope was such a powerful figure. After suppressing Europe for a century, countless geniuses were no match for the Pope.

It was during the war of the world. The Pope took action alone, and defeated the strong men of various countries, and ended a hundred years to achieve Europe's current status.

Such a man cannot be compared to a mere Chinese genius if he has not been out for hundreds of years.

"Yes, yes, what Elder Doron said is that we were just surprised for a moment. After all, no one in this world can compare with the Pope!"

"Even if the Chinese God of Killing is a little worse than the Pope!"

Su Jingyi stood on the cliff, listening to the conversation between these elders, her heart trembled wildly, and looking at the black and cold figure in the air, her emotions were very complicated.

This man is too powerful and she may not be able to reach it in her life.

"Master, it's useless for the disciple. I never have the chance to defeat him again. I let him kneel in front of your grave and admit his mistake!" Su Jingyi thought to himself.

The man in the air was so powerful.

The cold and arrogant figure was destroyed and I was the only one who was the only one, making Su Jingyi almost desperate.

"Now, I will give you a chance to kneel down, surrender, and spare your life." Ye Huan said calmly.

Cutting off one of the Holy Lord's arm made him feel no turmoil. This big thing that was invincible in everyone's eyes was just a small character in Ye Huan's heart.

The Holy Lord's strength is pretty good. With such a subordinate, he can control Europe more firmly.

"Haha, haha, do you think you are really invincible?" The Holy Lord laughed in anger and made an extremely perverted laugh, permeating people's hearts and making people's scalp numb.

"The foundation of my dark forces is not something you can imagine. How can a person fight with our entire dark forces? You, damn it!"

The Holy Lord disheveled his hair, and his eyes were filled with fierce light, and his brute light was everywhere, and he was invincible.

"The Chinese God of Killing, today is the day of its fall!!"

The Holy Lord shouted angrily in his eyes.

The two saints' faces changed, and the elders behind them also changed their colors, with solemn and horrified in their eyes.

"puff--"

The Holy Lord vomited blood directly, and the blood danced wildly, as if outlining strange patterns and flowing in the air. The Holy Lord's momentum suddenly surged. He burned his vitality to forcibly improve his strength.

"Disciples of the dark forces, set up a formation!"

The Holy Lord shouted violently, and suddenly the crowds surged. The two saints and more than thirty elders shot out one after another, spreading all over the void. Suddenly, strange patterns appeared in the air.

A cold murderous intent suddenly appeared, but the patterns became clearer and clearer, with a special Taoist rhyme, killing coldly.

"The headquarters of the dark forces does have a killing array passed down from ancient times. No wonder, even the Pope is unwilling to get involved!" Doron's face was suffocated.

"This killing formation has been in the depths of the dark castle, protecting the dark forces for hundreds of years, allowing them to flourish. It's so terrible!"

"The formation has not yet been formed, and I have already felt the cold murderous intent, which is so cold that it is several times more powerful than that gray giant sword. Who can resist it!"

"The Holy Lord can only barely open a little bit of vitality. How terrifying is this formation?"

The elders of the Holy See were talking and their faces changed wildly. They felt the crisis, and the dark forces were indeed unfathomable.

Their previous joy disappeared instantly.

Once Ye Huan dies, they will undoubtedly die.

"I can only hope that they will use killing moves to fight Ye Huan, and they will be over-expendable and cannot fight with us anymore!" Everyone thought to themselves.

The sky gradually became gloomy and everything was shrouded in darkness.

The array pattern is like red silk threads, and is composed of blood, spread all over the sky and ten earths, and there is no way out of Ye Huan on the ground and on the ground.

"This killing formation is indeed very powerful, with a very ancient aura, and its killing power is very powerful. If it was my heyday, I could break through this killing formation."

"But now, if it is a complete killing formation, I may be strangled instantly, and only the Bloodthirsty Pill will take me to escape!"

"Unfortunately, they got only one corner of this killer move. I could sense that the pattern was very incomplete, and these people were far from playing this corner."

Ye Huan was not panicked, he murmured in his heart.

"Haha, Ye Killing God, how about our formation?" The Holy Lord laughed wildly, letting the blood on the corner of his mouth, his face pale, "Today, as soon as the assassination formation comes out, you can't escape even if you get rid of the nine heavens and ten earths!"

The Holy Lord danced wildly and smiled coldly. His eyes were cold and he hated Ye Huan.

"Thorn!"

At this time, in the black sky, white light gathered, which was the power of thunder, and a trace of thunder power gathered towards the center of the sky, making crackling sounds.

The rolling thunder kept gathering, and the black killing formation suddenly seemed extremely terrifying. The white thunder flashed in dazzling light and could explode at any time. "Hmph, the Chinese God of Killing, let the power of thunder destroy you!"
Chapter completed!