My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

As the light from the sky slowly dissipated, the figures of Ye Chen and Pope Peter appeared in the sight of everyone.

At this time, Ye Chen and Pope Peter looked a little embarrassed.

Especially for Pope Peter, the white robe on his body was a little torn, and his breath became a bit rush.

Especially on the right arm, a sword mark is extremely dazzling!

"The Pope is actually injured."

Adele said with a shocked look.

"Hades actually hurt this old fellow Peter?"

Even Avril had never expected Ye Chen to become so fierce.

At the home court of the Holy See, Pope Peter was hurt.

"Pope Peter is worthy of being the top master of the Holy See, and he didn't even succeed with this sword."

There was a pity on Ye Chen's face.

Tianwaifeixian can be regarded as Ye Chen's fastest sword swing, he and Pope Peter are so close, even Ye Chen himself, facing this sword, it is difficult to react.

Pope Peter's magical technique directly blocked his magical technique. Although it occupies a geographical advantage, it also gave Ye Chen some judgments about the power of the magical technique.

"Hades, is this Eastern swordsmanship? It's amazing."

Pope Peter took a deep breath and said with admiration on his face.

"Yes, this is Eastern swordsmanship."

Ye Chen chuckled softly: "Pope Peter, if you give in now, you still have time."

"Admit defeat? If I change to the outside world, I may indeed be afraid, but after all, this is the Holy See. With this level of swordsmanship, I can't make me surrender."

The Holy See said softly: "You and I are in the light, everything around is the realm of God!"

As soon as the voice fell, a huge vortex appeared in the sky above the Holy See, and countless light forces were all condensed towards the huge shadow behind Peter.

In just a few breaths, the huge phantom behind Pope Peter actually solidified directly.

A golden giant just appeared behind Pope Peter.

An extremely terrifying aura spread suddenly.

Ye Chen frowned, a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

This golden giant was completely condensed by the power of light.

Once it broke out, this might, even Ye Chen's ancient **** body, might not be able to resist it.

"God said to die!"

Pope Peter took a deep breath and looked at Ye Chen indifferently.

In an instant, the golden giant behind Pope Peter paused, and then ignited a fiery light.

This group of light power seemed to burn, bursting out a terrifying deterrent, and groups of dazzling holy light burst out, like a drizzle, blowing towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen looked at the holy rain in front of him, and a solemn color flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Ye Chen actually felt that the world was about to be destroyed.

"Nine-color sacred fire, burn it for me!"

Ye Chen squinted his eyes, his mind moved, and a group of nine-color divine fire was induced by Ye Chen from the dragon pattern ring, and it burned directly toward the group of holy rain.

These nine-color sacred fires were specially prepared killers by Ye Chen.

As the sacred fire that was bred by the fire spirit, it was more powerful than the sacred fire that Ye Chen had originally obtained.

In the face of this holy rain, it can be regarded as a killer.

With a bang, this group of nine-color divine flames rose up against the wind and burned directly toward the holy rain.

"Hades, this is the Holy See. The most indispensable thing is the power of light, which is more expensive than me. You can't beat me."

Pope Peter chuckled lightly, and saw the endless light power quickly rushing in from the buildings of the Holy See, merged into these holy rains, and began to devour Ye Chen's nine-color divine fire.

"Pope Peter, you are not alone in having the light."

A harsh color flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, directly stimulating the blood-colored spar in his heart.

Suddenly, a pure ancient god's power erupted from Ye Chen's heart and flowed through Ye Chen's body.

This is the essence of Daotian, the core of the strength of the ancient gods.

With the body of Ye Chen's current one-star ancient god, it was still somewhat unrealistic to want to bear the power of Daotian essence and blood.

But Ye Chen didn't want to absorb the power of these essence and blood now, just wanted to motivate him.

"Ancient ghost shadow, show it to me!"

Ye Chen's face was full of hideous colors, and the powerful ancient god's body was about to be shattered by the royal blood in Ye Chen's body.

Along with Ye Chen's loud shout, I saw a huge phantom that suddenly appeared behind Ye Chen.

The power of the essence and blood in Ye Chen's body seemed to have found an exit, and quickly rushed toward the phantom.

In an instant, an ancient **** phantom, tens of meters tall, just appeared behind Ye Chen.

On the forehead of the ancient **** phantom, about two ancient **** stars flashed faintly, but the second ancient **** star was looming, extremely illusory.

Nevertheless, the power of the ancient **** phantom behind Ye Chen shocked Ye Chen.

"What is this?"

Avril Lavigne and the others were stunned, and a look of fear flashed in their eyes.

"This is definitely not the power of the East. I can feel it. This power is very domineering and evil."

Adele looked at the ancient **** phantom standing in the sky, and said with a shocked expression.

"What kind of power is this? This shouldn't be the power you can release."

The face of Pope Peter, who had always been calm, suddenly changed.

As the spokesperson of God, Pope Peter was extremely aware of the power displayed in this phantom.

The power of this phantom has surpassed Ye Chen's strength and reached a very strong height.

This was the first time that Pope Peter felt the breath of death.

"It is indeed feasible. Although with the strength of my one-star ancient god, I can't activate the secret technique, but with the help of Daotian's blood, it can completely transform a trace of Daotian's clone. Although there is only a trace of his body strength, it is strong enough. That's it."

There was a touch of joy on Ye Chen's face.

The power of this group of phantoms, in fact, has nothing to do with Ye Chen.

It was completely formed by the condensation of Daotian's essence and blood, and Ye Chen only controlled it.

If not, Ye Chen wouldn't be able to summon Daotian's clone like this.

But even so, Ye Chen had some difficulty controlling this clone.

And the thing that caused Ye Chen the most headache was that he was able to phantom the clone, but there was no way to take it back.

"Pope Peter, are you trying to take my punch?"

Ye Chen laughed loudly, moved his mind, and blasted his fist towards Pope Peter.

At the same time, the ancient **** phantom behind Ye Chen slowly raised his illusory right fist, and blasted it towards Pope Peter!

In an instant, the space around the Holy See condensed slightly, and an unparalleled domineering aura burst out from the shadow of the ancient gods!

The whole world seemed to stagnate.