The power of thunder exploded, and Ye Qinghuan's strength also exploded to the twelfth level. He held the Thunder Mysterious Flame Sword and violently killed the Pope.
The sword has sword power.
This is the first level of understanding of swordsmanship, which requires enlightenment. The understanding of swordsmanship is a great avenue.
Ye Qinghuan once also practiced kendo.
His sword is sharp and domineering, pursuing supreme killing.
This path is actually not the right path of swordsmanship. Swordsmanship is between gentlemen. It should be the royal way and the golden mean.
However, Ye Qinghuan pursued endless killing, and the sword became a weapon of slaughter. This should be regarded as a demonic way.
The world's pursuit of the highest realm of swordsmanship is the integration of man and sword, treating the sword in his hand as oneself, and forming a spiritual enlightenment with the sword. The sword is life and the pursuit of life.
The sword is yourself.
But, this is not Ye Qinghuan's way.
With Ye Qinghuan's arrogance and domineering attitude, the sword was just a weapon in his hand, and his kendo was superior to the sword.
Neither the Blood Killing Bead nor the Red Blood Sword can influence Ye Qinghuan. They are just tools and are controlled by him.
This road is difficult and no one has ever walked it, because they cannot form an understanding of the way of the sword. It is too overbearing to want to be superior to the sword.
But Ye Qinghuan firmly believes that this is the supreme road. If he regards himself as a sword and lives for the sword, he has lost himself and cannot cultivate to the supreme state.
"You can't stop my sword!"
The Pope shouted violently, Frostmourne, and the most powerful killing move. He and the sword seemed to have merged into one, and the power was amazing, enough to split half of the sky.
"You do not understand!"
Ye Qinghuan's sword moved.
The Xuan Yan Sword suddenly burst out with destructive light. Ye Qinghuan's sword power had reached its limit. His understanding of the sword was not comparable to that of the Pope.
The only thing that limits Ye Qinghuan is his cultivation and weapons.
Just like how fast a human being is, he cannot run to a four-wheeled car due to the limitations of his own body.
Unless you practice and wait for your physical fitness to grow.
"boom!"
The two of them fought. This was a competition of swordsmanship. There were no huge waves or loud explosions, but it was extremely dangerous. The swordsmanship was the strongest killing power.
"puff"
Without any suspense, the Pope flew directly backwards, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face instantly turned pale.
His sword power was far different from Ye Qinghuan's.
Even if Ye Qinghuan is limited by his cultivation, he still has the strongest sword power that this cultivation can achieve, which is not comparable to that of the Pope.
"How is it possible? Your sword power is stronger than mine. Could it be that your understanding of swords is better than mine?"
The Pope shouted excitedly, his chest heaving, and it was obvious that he was greatly shocked.
He can't solve it!
"I told you, you don't understand!"
boom!
Everyone was shocked. The Pope's face was pale and his body was covered with scars. Even if he used the holy weapon of the Holy See, he was no match for Ye Qinghuan.
Defeat is almost certain.
"Oh my God, the Pope has failed once again. Even with an artifact like the Frost Sword in hand, is he no match for Ye Qinghuan? How could he be so powerful?"
"The Lord of Ye City is probably the most talented person of all time. I am afraid that only the strong men of ancient times can fight against the Lord of Ye City!"
"Even a thousand years ago, City Lord Ye was a dazzling genius. At that time, it was said that he was more suitable for cultivation. So how terrifying would City Lord Ye be?"
Everyone was shocked and completely shocked by Ye Qinghuan's strength.
Powerful, incredibly powerful.
Even if the Pope activates the Mountain and River Formation, uses the Frost Sword, and uses all kinds of powerful tricks, he is still no match for Ye City Lord.
He is a monster.
"Ye Chengzhu alone can suppress the world and sweep across the world. He is truly invincible in the world!"
"Now, I'm afraid the Holy See will be frightened. It is said that the Holy See once surrendered to Lord Ye City, so it was not destroyed. Now if you follow the Pope to fight Lord Ye City, the end will be very miserable."
"I don't know how City Lord Ye will deal with the Holy See. He is known as the Chinese God of Killing among warriors. His style has already been seen. He might kill everyone in the Holy See."
"This is too bloody. The people in the Holy See must be very scared now!"
Yes, these netizens guessed it right, everyone in the Holy See was very scared.
Looking at the black figure in the sky, they couldn't help but tremble. They knew Ye Shashen's style of doing things very well.
Too many people in the Holy See died at the hands of Ye Shashen.
There are supporters of the Pope, but now they feel infinite regret in their hearts. In their hearts, the Pope was originally invincible, so they supported the Pope to kill Ye Shashen.
Unexpectedly, the Pope was no match for Ye Shashen.
Of course, more people are not optimistic about the Pope.
They had already persuaded the Pope together with Doron, but the Pope was stubborn and did not listen to their opinions.
There was even more resentment in their hearts, and they felt very aggrieved.
"Elder Duolun has long said that the Pope should not provoke Ye Shashen. Now it's fine. He has been defeated and our Holy See is finished!"
"It's over, everything is over. The Pope is no match for Ye Shashen. With his style, he will definitely completely destroy their Holy See."
"Is it really the end? The Pope is too impulsive. This is no longer his time. Let's run away!"
These elders shouted out one after another without hiding it, and they were furious. Because of the pope's impulse, they were all going to be buried with him.
The Pope looked very unhappy. These elders said these words so brazenly that they had completely ignored him.
"These rubbish!"
Murderous intent flashed in the Pope's eyes.
A group of elders were angry and uncomfortable. They were facing death.
"Ye Shashen, I want to surrender to Ye Shashen. I hope Ye Shashen will accept my surrender regardless of past grudges. All of this is the Pope's arrangement and has nothing to do with us. We can't resist, but our hearts are with Ye Shashen.
On one side!”
At this time, a fat elder of the Holy See flew out and knelt down to Ye Qinghuan in the air.
"What?"
"You betrayed the Holy See and are seeking death?"
"Shameless person, a disgrace to the Holy See, you are seeking death!"
A group of elders from the Holy See became angry.
"Hmph, the Holy See is about to perish. It's all caused by the Pope's impulse. Why should I be buried with the Holy See? If you want to die, go and do it yourself!"
The fat man shouted directly, then looked at Ye Qinghuan and begged: "City Lord Ye, I hope you can take me in!"
"I am also willing to surrender."
"I also want to surrender. Everything was forced on us by the Pope!"
"We are also willing to surrender and join Ye City Lord."
"..."
Suddenly, twenty elders walked out of the Holy See and knelt in the air towards Ye Qinghuan, very frightened.