The Pope's body fell directly onto Maple Leaf Mountain, creating a deep pit and being buried underneath, sending up smoke and dust all over the sky.
"This, this is too powerful!"
Everyone was shocked and their bodies were trembling. Ye Qinghuan actually won and injured the Pope. He almost kept pressing the Pope while fighting. His killing intent was overwhelming and his sword energy was extremely powerful.
"Ye Shashen, it is indeed Ye Shashen, isn't even the Pope his opponent?"
"Is the battle between the strongest men in the old and new continents coming to an end? Has the Pope really come to an end and can no longer fight? Is the man who used to be so magnificent and suppressed the European continent already in his twilight years?"
"Ye Shashen's demeanor is truly the strongest in the mainland. He is only in his twenties and is already so invincible. He can suppress the current generation. How powerful will he be in the future!"
Everyone was shocked. Ye Qinghuan was powerful beyond everyone's imagination. Even after surviving for a century, the Pope, the once strongest man, was no match for him.
Such a person is only in his twenties!
What everyone is more shocked about is Ye Qinghuan's talent and how powerful his future achievements will be.
Could it be that he could achieve the achievements of his predecessors thousands of years ago and reach that legendary realm?
Enter the holy realm!
This realm, in the hearts of ordinary people, is already a legendary and invincible realm.
But in Ye Qinghuan's mind, it was just the beginning. The transcendent realm was the real beginning of cultivation, and entering the holy realm was just the beginning.
The realm of transcending tribulation, the realm of yin and yang, the realm of life and death, the realm of breaking nirvana...after this, there are countless powerful realms, and a truly strong person can break the nirvana planet at will.
Ye Qinghuan's real goal is the supreme state where he can be brought back to life.
It took him not twenty years to reach the current state of cultivation, but no more than two years. For Ye Qinghuan, this was already very slow.
There are too few resources on the earth, which limits his development. As long as he can leave the earth and reach a cultivation continent, Ye Qinghuan will be truly free.
The sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap!
Ye Qinghuan needs a broader platform before he can truly explode. Only then can his knowledge, ability, alchemy, weapon refining, and array formation techniques be truly displayed.
Make bricks without straw.
Ye Qinghuan is in this situation now, so he wants to leave the earth quickly.
"Boom!"
At this time, the ground began to shake, and the stones in Maple Leaf Mountain suddenly exploded, and a tattered figure, covered in blood, suddenly flew out of the mountain.
"Pope, are you okay?" Everyone was shocked.
"The once strongest man in the continent did not fail so easily."
"But, even his mountains and rivers array can't stop Ye City Lord, so why should he fight?"
Everyone exclaimed, it was unimaginable.
Ye Qinghuan was calm. He had never thought of killing the Pope like this. After all, he was a peerless man, the most powerful person on earth, and he fell so easily.
But his end is already determined.
"Ye Shashen, good, very good, you have angered me!"
The Pope's eyes were downcast.
"As if if I anger you, you can do something..." Ye Qinghuan said disdainfully.
To put it bluntly, this was simply ridiculous, and Ye Qinghuan didn't care at all.
Only the weak like to threaten with words. Ye Qinghuan usually takes action directly and runs away if he can't fight...
"I hope you won't regret it!"
The Pope shouted sternly, the shadow behind him formed again, and the energy replenishment of the mountain and river formation was completed.
"Here comes the sword!"
Suddenly, the Pope shouted, and an elder flew out and took out a sword with shining light and unparalleled power.
The sword flashed with white light, giving off a cold feeling. It was truly icy, causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees, and everyone felt a bone-chilling chill.
"The Sword of Frost is the most precious treasure of our Holy See. Ye Sha Shen, you are the first one to bring the Sword of Frost into being in the past three hundred years!"
The Pope held a giant sword and shouted loudly.
"Whoa!"
A sword passed through the sky, and there was a bone-chilling coldness. The cold chill was overwhelming and swept across the sky, making people's hearts tremble.
"This, what kind of treasure is this? The Vatican is horrified that there is such a divine weapon. Its power is far superior to the holy weapon of the Vatican."
"Sacred weapon, this is a real sacred weapon. It is worthy of the Holy See. It has unrivaled power and profound knowledge. There is such a thing."
"As a result, the Pope's strength has skyrocketed. Can Lord Ye City still be able to fight?"
Everyone's hearts were pounding with fear, feeling the bone-chilling cold. Looking at the sword of frost in the Pope's hand, fear suddenly arose in their hearts.
No wonder the Holy See was able to unify Europe. Their background was unimaginable by ordinary forces.
The Pope with the Frost Sword is the true supreme power and can suppress the world.
"Ye Shashen, do you have any fear at all now?" The Pope shouted.
"Stop talking nonsense." Ye Qinghuan's eyes were downcast, "Let's fight!"
Fight!
Two words directly started the battle. The strength of the two people exploded completely. Ice and fire suddenly began to collide. The powerful force set off a huge wave.
"Bang bang bang!"
Constantly colliding, their strength was completely activated, and their blood was burning. Even Ye Qinghuan felt a bit of pressure, and the Pope's strength was fully displayed.
Part of Ye Qinghuan's advantage lies in the Xuan Yan Sword. The frost sword now in the Pope's hand is actually a spiritual weapon, which is equivalent to Ye Qinghuan's flying sword.
Ye Qinghuan's advantage has been reduced, and the Pope's level is much higher than that of Ye Qinghuan. This battle will naturally be more difficult.
Ye Qinghuan will naturally not be nervous. If he activates the Blood Killing Bead, he can directly kill the Pope instantly. The Nirvana Palm is comparable to a nuclear weapon and cannot be resisted by a warrior.
He needs a fight to solidify his foundation.
This is also an opportunity for Ye Qinghuan to make a breakthrough. Fight to stabilize his cultivation, and then kill to repair the blood-killing beads.
Fight, fight, fight!
A shocking fight broke out between the two, and the surrounding mountains began to shake, as if there was an earthquake.
The people on some of the nearby peaks had already retreated under the leadership of the innate experts. They were afraid that innocent people would be harmed. They could only watch the battle with telescopes.
"Peng!"
The mountain peak that was not guarded by an innate strong person exploded directly. The power of ice and fire collided, and the power set off was too terrifying.
"Frostmourne!"
The Pope no longer hesitated, and directly used a powerful killing move. Suddenly, cold killing intent was directed at Ye Qinghuan. He was already locked, as if the ice was trying to solidify him, making it difficult to move.
The sword of frost has already killed Ye Qinghuan.
"Ye Shashen, die!" the Pope shouted violently.
"Thunder, rise!"
Ye Qinghuan's eyes were cold, thousands of thunders fell from the sky, and the thick thunders of his thighs fell like destruction.