Urban Madness

Seeing this, Morol sneered twice. Although the Pope didn't say it clearly, he opened the barrier and acquiesced to him to teach this stinky boy.

"Boy, I'm not Arnold's rubbish, you'd better listen to the Pope obediently, otherwise...huh..."

Seeing Morol in front of him and the enchantment erected around him, Ye Fan's face became cold.

"I gave you a chance, but you don't cherish it."

Ye Fan said coldly.

"Boy, you are just an Eastern monk, and the Pope is generous, so you are willing to let go of you. Don't see the coffin without crying."

Morol stopped talking nonsense with him, put his hands on his chest, and recited the spell silently.

As the spell in his mouth was cast, a huge angel phantom appeared behind him.

The angel phantom was holding a golden giant sword, and following Morol's movements, he slashed at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan looked at the giant sword about to fall and sneered.

"I thought you were capable."

With the appearance of the phantom, the name of the move appeared in front of Ye Fan's eyes.

Angel Sword

Generally practiced by monks of the Western Holy See. They use sacred power as a medium to summon phantoms of angels, and use the huge sword in the hands of angels as their weapons to attack enemies. Because of their sacred power, their power can be doubled when fighting against demons.

Ye Fan looked at the introduction of moves in front of him.

"Whether you are the power of the sacred or the power of the devil, in the face of absolute strength, you are all garbage!"

The power of the Black Emperor erupted from Ye Fan's body and flew out Morol, and the angel phantom behind Morol also turned into starlight.

"boom!"

The power of the Black Emperor directly cracked the barrier constructed by the Pope.

Seeing this crack, the Pope's face changed.

This young Eastern monk was stronger than he thought.

With Ye Fan's punch down, the barrier was completely reduced to fragments.

Morol fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and passed out.

The other three cardinals looked at Morol's miserable state with a look of horror. This Eastern monk was much stronger than they thought.

Especially Arnold, this is the second time he has seen Ye Fan's strength, and his mood at this time can no longer be described in other words except shock and surprise.

"Young man, don't be too arrogant, let me meet you."

The Pope looked at Ye Fan in front of him, showing a bad face.

Ye Fan snorted coldly.

"Come on then!"

There was another barrier that surrounded the two of them. This barrier was obviously much stronger than the one just now, and it was completely different.

"Young man, I'll give you another chance."

"No need, how many chances you give, my choice is the same."

"Don't know what is good or bad."

The strength of the pope is really not comparable to the cardinal.

I saw him recite the formula silently.

A four-winged angel slowly descended in his call.

"Holy angel, please teach this disrespectful person in front of you..."

In the pope's whisper, the four-winged angel rushed towards Ye Fan.

This time, in Ye Fan's eyes, the name of the move did not appear, only the four characters of the four-winged angel appeared on the head of the four-winged angel that rushed over.

As expected of the Pope, it is incredible to be able to summon a real angel out!

Ye Fan admired silently in his heart.