The girl who swooped down from the tree had almost exactly the same face as Joan of Arc, the same delicate countenance, the same seductive eyes, and even the beautiful mole in the corner of her left eye. The only difference is:

On her head, there is a beautiful hairpin, revealing a smooth forehead, the hairpin is just an ordinary style, and the small ornament at the top is an old-fashioned and square printed mainland language:

Number Zero.

It can be seen that the girl cherishes this hairpin very much, even if her hair is unkempt, her hair is a little yellow due to long-term malnutrition, and the ends of her hair are still hanging with broken leaves and grass clippings, but the hairpin on her forehead is still brand new, and she often wipes and takes care of it when she looks at it, and uses it very carefully.

However, this kind of fine detail can only be seen clearly by a person like Ling Mo who has a pair of super titanium alloy dog eyes, and the vast majority of water friends in the live broadcast room, caught off guard, couldn't keep up with the speed of the sixth-level peak level demonic beast at all, and only felt that with a flower in front of them, two identical women were fighting together!

In fact, not only those sailors feel very fast, even Joan of Arc, who is the party concerned, is a little unable to keep up with the movements of this woman in white, the first time the two sides pounced, Joan of Arc has already realized that even if he has broken through to the peak of the sixth level, his speed is still a lot slower than the other party!

But she didn't have any worries in her heart, she didn't know how many fast enemies she had encountered, she had her own set of coping patterns, the moment the two sides came into contact, Joan of Arc stopped directly, and the giant sword in her hand was horizontal, and when she couldn't make a move, she blocked the fist of the girl in white with a wide sword surface!

Choke!!

A crisp loud sound that was enough to burst the eardrum came from the place where the fists and swords intersected, and the air at the place of the exchange was compressed to the limit, producing a circle of air ripples visible to the naked eye!

The power of one blow is terrifying!(2/2, yes!)

Joan of Arc originally thought very well, no matter how fast the speed of the enemy is, there will be a unified weakness, that is, the moment the attack hits, due to the reaction force, the body will inevitably produce a certain degree of stiffness! As long as he takes advantage of this and steadily receives the opponent's attack, he can take this opportunity to inflict a heavy blow on the opponent! But after the first punch, Joan of Arc's heart sank.

Sink deeply.

The opponent's fist was shrouded in an inexplicable layer of blue light, shining with the brilliance of innocence and holiness! Joan of Arc, who used to be a sect saint, certainly recognized that this blue light was not the greatest reliance of the divine system to restrain the dark and necromantic magic: the light of purification?!

Back then, as a light-based Dharma Saint, what I was best at was this 'Purifying Light'! I don't know how many necromantic creatures, demonic creatures, and fantasy creatures have been purified by themselves and sent to the immortal Heavenly Father to confess. However, the nature of the purifying light is very unstable, hurting others and hurting oneself, and at that time, I condensed the purifying light into a 'sacred spear' and used it in the form of throwing light guns. And the girl in white in front of her was somehow able to attach the light of purification to her fist and fight with a pair of blue fists!

He is now a headless horseman, and he is inherently restrained by the energy of this divine system, even though the strength of the girl in white is not too great, but after the hit, Joan of Arc's own stiffness is far beyond her expectations, and it is not easy to defend against the opponent's next attack after the stiffness is over, let alone defend and counterattack!

From the first moment of the battle, Joan of Arc fell into a state of total suppression, and the opponent's shining blue fist smashed down again and again, making her exhausted, and she could only keep using her giant sword to block, and she was beaten and retreated. There were a few punches that were too late to block with a sword, so Joan of Arc had to raise her elbow to resist, and her fist fell on it, although the force was not large, but the purifying light attached to it burned Joan of Arc's heart!

It can't go on like this!

Fight back!

Joan of Arc has taken seven or eight steps back in a row, because it is a passive retreat, he already feels that his center of gravity is faintly unstable, if it continues like this, once he loses his balance, he will be greeted by a storm-like attack, and he will be hit dozens of times by a fist with the light of purification, and he has a great probability that he will directly hate the spot!

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc immediately mobilized the energy of her whole body, punched her right ribs, raised one hand to the sky, and stepped on it hard at the same time, an inky black circle appeared under her feet within a few milliseconds, and then a cloud of black gas containing explosive energy erupted from the circle, erupting violently upward, enveloping Joan of Arc's whole body!

The Headless Horseman's Talent Skill - Burst of Spiritual Energy!

This move is both offensive and defensive, opening a crack in the underworld under his feet, and spewing out a 360-degree immortal qi without dead angles from it, protecting the whole body at the same time, it can also force the enemies around the body to retreat, and win a precious respite for himself. If the enemy does not retreat, or if he does not retreat in time, he will be hit by this pure spiritual energy, and he will immediately suffer extremely serious damage!

The reason why the Headless Horseman was able to rank among the top three-level demonic beasts was because of this extremely scoundrel move! In this move, which is jokingly called 'stepping on the floor', I don't know how many creatures have been hit, and then their heads have been cut off by the Headless Horseman's sword!

The girl in white seemed to know the power of this move, and her fist had just touched Joan of Arc's right ribs, and she withdrew and retreated violently without waiting for her strength to be used! Her retreat was graceful and chic, her face was facing forward, her body was reclining backwards, her steps did not move, and the whole person swept backwards as if she was panning, and the wide white coat on her body was raised forward, and the hunting sound! At the last moment, she dodged the dark qi that erupted from the ground, and she was unharmed!

Seeing that it didn't hit, Joan of Arc's expression was slightly disappointed. However, she didn't think there was much possibility of hitting, as long as she forced the other party to retreat and let herself have a little time to adjust, she had already achieved her goal!

All the energy in the soul fire gushed out, and the limbs were full of explosive energy, Joan of Arc's chest straightened, and just as he was about to brew a big move, he saw the girl on the opposite side who was exactly the same as himself, without any deceleration process, from a backward retreat to a high-speed rush!

Bang.

The dull sound of collision sounded, not loud, but it was particularly shocking! Like the muffled sound of smashing a large hammer into a sandbag, Joan of Arc's waist was arched like a shrimp, and her belly almost stuck to her back! With an expression of disbelief, she fell to her knees directly at this blow! A mouthful of black blood suddenly spurted out, staining a large area of the ground black, and the moment she lost control of her body, Joan of Arc even ignored the sharp pain that was enough to drown her mind, and there was only one thought in her mind:

How did she do it?!

Then, Joan of Arc, who was no longer able to control her body flexibly, was immediately attacked by the girl in white! The fists landed on her legs, body, and head continuously, hitting her body like a falling leaf in the autumn wind! In less than two seconds, there was no intact place on Joan's body, and under the black tights, there were scorch marks burned by the 'purifying light' everywhere, and the snow-white skin was set off, which was shocking!

From the perspective of an onlooker, the girl's attack style was like ......

The wind is blowing!

All the audience were stunned by the rhythm of the attack that was so fast that it couldn't be faster, and their hearts shook themselves, only Ling Mo's face was extremely ugly, how could he not recognize that this girl in white, the impostor in Joan's mouth turned back and forth, and the skill used was his own original martial arts body method - swing and dive!

Before he reached the Martial Saint rank, relying on this line-changing attack that completely violated the rules of physics, he didn't know how many demonic beasts he had killed! At this moment, this trick was perfectly replicated by a saintess experimental subject who obeyed the sect, Ling Mo couldn't describe what kind of mood he was in, he couldn't wait to kill his ex-girlfriend in the next second, and shatter this super bastard into pieces!

It was also at this moment that Ling Mo suddenly understood how the goal of 'reaching 1,000 martial arts apprentices' was achieved, the main task that had been inexplicably completed before!

Not to mention the waves in Ling Mo's heart, on the scene, Joan of Arc finally freed himself from the stiffness caused by the swooping belly punch, and once again took back control of his body, dragging his scarred body, Joan of Arc no longer had any idea of blocking or dodging, let the opponent's fist fall on him, and directly stabbed forward with the sword in both hands, and in the process of poking out, the body of the giant sword was shrouded in a layer of pitch-black energy, thinking that the heart of the girl in white was just crashing over!

This is Joan of Arc's 200-year career as a headless horseman, the top stunt created by himself - the Blade of the Underworld!

Feeling the aura of extreme danger from the dark sword, the girl in white naturally did not take it hard, a 'swing' was used, and she swept backwards again, just as she was about to repeat her old tricks, a 'dive' approached Joan of Arc from the side At the same time, the tip of the blade of the dark qi pierced out exploded violently!

The Dark Qi Bomb, which was compressed to the extreme, exploded close to the body surface of Joan of Arc and the girl in white! No matter how flexible the girl in white was, she couldn't dodge it at all at this time, and was swept away by the explosion, and was blown away with a bang. As for Joan of Arc, it's not much better, it's the real world, not a popular game on the magic web, and your own attacks are still effective against yourself. She was closer to the center of the explosion than the girl in white, and the crater was blown out without a word! Because the force of the explosion was so strong, the head on her neck was blown off!

Both sides rolled to the ground, groaning in pain with the same voice! However, although Joan of Arc was more seriously injured, she took a step ahead of the other party, got up from the ground, and picked up her head, at this time her face was as calm as water, and pointed her sword at the white-clothed girl who was struggling on the ground, and said in a cold voice:

"After fighting for so long, I finally discovered that your attack power and defense power are not proportional at all! Although you have the speed, dexterity, and attack power that can suppress a sixth-level demonic beast, you don't have the physical fitness that a sixth-level demonic beast should have! Even if it is ten times the injury, I will earn it, and I will win this battle!"

"Shut up, thief. Zero stroked his wounds, expressing his anger very fiercely. ”

This is the first sentence that the girl in white said after she appeared, her voice was exactly the same as Joan of Arc, but it seemed to be a little younger, the difference was very subtle, and she couldn't hear it at all if she didn't listen carefully, although she said that she was very angry, but her face was expressionless, and her tone was also very calm, without any anger meaning.

Slowly getting up from the ground, the girl who called herself 'Zero' first nervously checked the hairpin on her head, and after finding that it was intact, she exhaled lightly and continued in her voice:

"You must be punished for stealing the funny fruit of Zero. Zero expressed his opinion very seriously. ”

"Ha?!" Rao is body was in severe pain, and when he heard the words of the girl in white, Joan of Arc still let out an incredible sigh: "You fought with me because I ate your funny fruit?"

"The meaning of the question is unknown, what else could be the reason? Do you think that Zero will crave your original body as much as you desire your head? Zero thinks your idea is ridiculous and laughs at you sarcastically. ”

Taunts?Hanging Sky Knights?Rags?!

After two sentences of communication, Joan of Arc was already about to be blown up by this zero! Especially when the other party said these words, his face was completely expressionless, and his tone and speed of speech did not fluctuate, as if Joan of Arc was a beggar who was worried that others would rob her of her broken bowl, and the mocking effect was simply ten times stronger!

If it were a different person, Joan of Arc's character would definitely not be too lazy to fight with the other party, but in the face of his own impostor, somehow, Joan of Arc's anger was particularly easy to be provoked, and even if he was angry, he retorted:

"Heh! You're even more ridiculous than me! The hairpin baby on my head looks like something, but no one wants to throw it on the ground! This kind of garbage thing, if I had broken it up and crushed it, I would have thrown it into the trash!"

Before Joan of Arc's words were finished, the delicate fist with blue light continued to enlarge in her field of vision! At the same time that the head was knocked away again, she also heard the other party's angry voice:

"Don't let you, insult my father, give me a gift!"