Urban Madness

If it was said that the pope just wanted to teach Ye Fan a lesson before, then he has now murdered Ye Fan.

Holding the sword, the pope rushed towards Ye Fan without saying more.

Facing the pope's fierce attack, Ye Fan didn't forget to tease.

"The old man is not bad, he is so flexible when he is old, and his movements are so intense, he is not afraid of flashing his waist."

After a few tricks, Ye Fan didn't have any injuries at all, but the Pope, staring at him with an angry beard.

"When you are old, you can retreat at home and do such intense exercise. You are not afraid to see God in advance."

Let's talk, Ye Fan laughed twice, feeling distressed.

"I almost forgot, don't you believe in God in the Holy See? I'm afraid I would like to see him soon, hahaha!"

The last arrogant laughter completely angered the Pope.

"Huangkou Xiaoer, you will definitely pay for your words and deeds!"

The pope held the sword in front of him, holding the blade in one hand, and the bright red blood immediately flowed down the blade.

"Angel Trial!"

The pope roared.

When the red blood flowed down the blade and was about to fall to the ground, it disappeared as if it had fallen into the sea.

At this moment, a strong light burst from the angel not far away, and under the blessing of this light, the Fire God Sword was actually bounced away.

The huge sword in the angel's hand turned into a little bit of starlight and merged into her body.

She held her hands in front of her chest in prayer, and a golden balance emerged from her chest.

Ping kept getting bigger that day, and Ye Fan on the side felt a suction and sucked himself up on the balance.

Ye Fan did not resist this force, allowing him to pull himself up to the balance, but when approaching the balance, Ye Fan attached the power of the Black Emperor in his body to the Fire God Sword, and cut it out with a sword.

The huge balance was actually split in half after this sword. As the balance was damaged, the angel turned into fly ash, leaving only Ye Fan holding the Fire God Sword and the Pope stunned.

"How is this possible, how can you destroy the scale of judgment? That is the will of God, and no one can destroy the will of God!"

The pope was irritated and went crazy, and shouted in general.

"In the face of absolute power, nothing is impossible."

Hearing this, the pope fell to the ground in a loss, his golden robe was damaged in the fight with Ye Fan just now.

It was another punch.

Ye Fan retracted his hand and watched the pope's thick barrier shatter little by little, and finally scattered in the air and dissipated.

Seeing the enchantment dissipate, the red archbishops hurriedly gathered around, helped the pope who had fallen on the ground, and fled in a hurry.

"and many more."

Just when a few people were about to leave, they were stopped by Ye Fan.

Hearing this sound, he shuddered, and turned around tremblingly, looking at Ye Fan.

Seeing Ye Fan squinted towards them.

Shaking, he handed Ye Fan a small silver box with his hands.

"Ye...Master Ye Fan, this box is an antidote, and the poison can be detoxified after the injection."

Ye Fan took the silver box, with satisfaction in his eyes.

Several people heaved a sigh of relief and were about to leave, but they were stopped by Ye Fan again.

"This is the first time, and I hope it will be the last time. If you Western Holy See dare to provoke my people in the future, hum..."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The three cardinals, who were still awake, quickly squeezed the pope and the fainted Morol into the car, and fled away like Fei.