Xiao Han's move was completely beyond Joan of Arc's expectations, it turned his body, his soul, and everything about himself into pure energy, and then forcibly poured it into Joan of Arc!

This kind of thing, in fact, can only be done between the two of them, the Headless Horseman and its mount are often born at the same time, the power comes from the same source, plus a person and a horse have been together day and night for more than two hundred years, and the influence between each other has long been extremely profound, so it can achieve energy infusion. Rao is like this, the efficiency of this energy infusion is still not high, Joan of Arc can absorb up to thirty percent of Xiao Han's energy, and the rest is all wasted.

When Joan of Arc reacted, Xiao Han's energy infusion had already been half completed, if he was allowed to complete all this, then Xiao Han's soul would be scattered in the true sense, and he would disappear forever! Joan of Arc absolutely couldn't accept this result, knowing that persuasion Xiao Han was ineffective, Joan of Arc no longer made a sound, but directly threw away the giant sword, and his hands formed the same seal as Santa Claus, and showed the skills he had just learned-

Great prophecy!

Her body was slightly suspended in mid-air, and a lot of energy around her was gathered, but because she was a beginner after all, and her strength was also far behind Santa Claus, she didn't get a response from 'Seraph', and she didn't succeed in condensing the phantom of Seraphic Angel on her body. However, Joan of Arc is a saint after all, and although she has now transformed into an undead creature like the Headless Horseman, when she activates this skill and recites the prophecy of the Holy Text, she is even more sacred than Santa Claus!

"And God said, Come unto me, all thy toiling and heavy creatures, and I will refresh thee!"

As soon as this divine sentence was pronounced, the black energy mass formed by Xiao Han's explosion completely stopped the infusion process of Joan of Arc, twisted into a funnel shape and hovered in the air! Then, as if it was the reversal of everything just now, the funnel-shaped massive energy slowly retreated, returned to the original place, and faintly, condensed Xiao Han's original horse-shaped body again!

Seeing this scene, Joan of Arc's face showed a smile of great relief: she couldn't be clearer about the mentality of living beings, even if there is any insurmountable hurdle that wants to commit suicide, of course it will be a hundred if she succeeds, but as long as she fails to commit suicide and is still alive, she will cherish her hard-won life more than any living thing! She believes that as long as Xiao Han can reunite his body, then no matter what, it will definitely dispel his thoughts of suicide!

As for Xiao Han's lost half of his energy, what's the matter? As long as his life is still there, it won't take long for him to come back from cultivation, and after experiencing the horror of this moment of life and death, it is not certain that Xiao Han can still go one step further, and it is not necessary to make a breakthrough in strength? With this beautiful imagination, the energy in Joan of Arc's body was completely drained by the 'Great Prophecy Technique', and as for herself, she couldn't even maintain a standing posture at this time, so she had to sit down on the ground.

While gasping weakly, he looked forward in amazement, as the saying goes, it is difficult to recover, everything is smashed, and it can never be recovered, but the scene of Xiao Han's body reorganization in front of him completely subverts this cognition, this kind of scene like going back in time, is it like a miracle!

Thinking of this, she turned her head to Ling Mo and said with a smile: "Mr. Ling, you said that if this hand is used for mission, is it ......invincible?"

She couldn't go on.

At the moment when his eyes turned, Joan of Arc clearly saw that Ling Mo, who was originally unusual, suddenly rose up, the bones of his body crackled and crackled, and the frenzied elemental power and necromantic qi converged on the surface of his body, covering his whole body with a layer of blue-black armor, decorating him like a demon god!

With the blessing of these powers, in Joan of Arc's eyes, Ling Mo's momentum that instantly erupted was at least ten times stronger than when she first saw this man! Far beyond the highest value she had estimated in her heart! In addition, she had lost all her energy at this time, and all of it was used to perform the 'Great Prophecy Technique', and there was no way but to watch Ling Mo approach at an indescribable speed, converging all the energy on her right hand, forming a blue-gray strange sphere, and then punching directly!

Joan of Arc's original proud physical defense seemed to exist in front of Ling Mo's punch, the fist hit her chest, shattering her sternum directly, and then, the blue-gray energy ball flashed on her body surface, and then directly submerged into her body, hitting her heart squarely!

"Ah————!!h

Joan of Arc screamed in pain, she didn't know what Ling Mo's move was and what it was going to do, she only knew that after the blue-gray energy ball entered her body, it seemed to immediately turn into zero, fusing with the various organs in her body!

This kind of coverage is extremely domineering, and the feeling it brings is also extremely painful, so that Joan of Arc has to scream loudly! From the outside, Ling Mo's fist was deep in Joan of Arc's chest, and the energy of her whole body poured into her body, wreaking havoc, and even making Joan of Arc's body begin to flash blue-gray light!

Seeing that the master was attacked, this was a big deal for Xiao Han, but it was still in the process of repairing the Great Prophecy Technique, and he couldn't move at all, he could only watch everything happen in front of him! What's even more terrifying was that after being interrupted by Ling Mo, the Great Prophecy Technique lost its energy supply for the next step, and the body that had already condensed half of it had a tendency to continue to dissipate!

In the end, the energy field formed by the Great Prophecy Technique failed, and Xiao Han still failed to condense and form, but it was also a sixth-level demonic beast, and at the moment when the Great Prophecy disappeared and took back control of his body, before the body exploded, he turned himself into a torrent of energy again, and frantically poured into Joan of Arc's body!

The powerful energy burst forced Ling Mo to withdraw his fist and retreat quickly, and at this time, Joan of Arc accepted Xiao Han's bequest, not only filling up the energy exhausted by the Great Prophecy Technique, but also breaking through from the sixth-level mid-rank demonic beast to the sixth-level high-level demonic beast!

However, at this time, Joan of Arc's eyes were blood-red, and his heart was already extremely angry, staring at Ling Mo with a gaze of choice: it was this hateful guy who attacked him at the most critical moment, and the great prophecy technique of harm was interrupted, Xiao Han's condensation failed, and it dissipated forever!

Kill you!

I'll kill you!

I'm going to kill you!

Without any willingness to speak, and not wanting to listen to any explanation, Joan of Arc lifted his door panel giant sword with a move, and at the same time attracted the necromantic energy in his body and outside his body, jumped high into the air, and shot at Ling Mo, it was his own big move-

Collapse the mountain and slash the ground!

The moment he swooped down, the shadow of the giant sword completely covered Ling Mo below, as if Mount Tai was overpowering! With Joan of Arc's incomparably rich combat experience, even if Ling Mo could increase his strength tenfold again like just now, it would be impossible for him to avoid this blow with a huge coverage of himself! However, for some reason, in the face of this powerful blow, Ling Mo's face did not have the slightest panic, and there was only endless ridicule!

He turned out to be just a slight sideways, and the overall displacement did not exceed one meter, so he dodged Joan of Arc's blow with great ease!

The moment she passed by Ling Mo, Joan of Arc's face was extremely ugly, and she finally realized at this time why Ling Mo's face was so mocking, because of her own blow, the necromantic qi inside and outside her body was not triggered by herself, and her sword body was not covered with that layer of black magma-like energy at all, which was equivalent to turning the giant sword into a burning stick, and smashed it towards Ling Mo like this, how could it not be avoided if the coverage was small?

Not only was she avoided, but she was also kicked in the waist by Ling Mo, and Joan of Arc smashed her whole body to the ground, becoming a rolling gourd! After rolling out of the distance, she finally stabilized her body, and Joan of Arc turned over and stood up, at this time she already understood what Ling Mo had done to herself just now: that blue-gray energy ball completely sealed the 'energy' in her body, and the principle of action was probably to isolate the connection between her soul fire and energy, in other words, she was now ' 'Silence', I can't use any skills, I can only engage in pure physical hand-to-hand combat with Ling Mo!

Sure enough, Ling Mo's particularly annoying voice came from not far away: "How is it? Miss Saint? My trick 'Zero Skill Foundation' tastes good, right? You can't use skills, are you angry?"

This damn bastard waited in place for so long, not taking himself seriously at all! As if he was a local chicken and a dog, he could break it with a wave of his hand! Damn! Even if I lost the support of my skills, I still have the physical strength of a sixth-level high-ranking demonic beast!

With this thought, as well as the anger accumulated from Xiao Han's complete death, Joan of Arc exploded with one hundred and twenty percent of his strength, raised his giant sword, and rushed towards Ling Mo again!

Then he was quickly beaten to the ground.

It was a completely one-sided hanging, although in terms of pure physical strength, Joan of Arc was much higher than Ling Mo, but in this completely close-knit hand-to-hand combat, from the first moment of contact, she fell into a comprehensive disadvantage! No matter how weird the way she made her moves, Ling Mo could always see through it one step ahead, and all her attacks were invisible when she walked in the idle court, and she had all her strength, but all the attacks fell in the air, and even exchanging injuries for injuries was a luxury!

Whenever the old force used the new power and the body was controlled by inertia, Joan of Arc would be attacked by Ling Mo like a storm! He didn't use any weapons, he just carried a pair of iron fists, and filled the old fists according to the weak points of her body, and in less than ten seconds, Joan of Arc felt as if his body had been broken up, from the soles of his feet to his neck!

Gathering all the remaining strength in his body, Joan of Arc turned the giant sword in his hand three hundred and sixty degrees, trying to force Ling Mo back, but the other party just dodged with a simple short body, and also put her to the ground with a sweeping leg, so that her whole body was lying on the ground, and Ling Mo stepped on his back, losing any ability to resist, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the head, allowing his head to roll down from the crook of his arm.

His face was like ashes, and his eyes were desperate.

"I have to taunt your intelligence, Miss Saint," Ling Mo sat on Joan of Arc's back, picked up his head on the ground, held it in the palm of his hand, and said, "I also warned you beforehand that casting the Great Prophecy Technique will drain all your energy, and you actually did it right under the nose of my enemy!

Joan of Arc lowered her eyes and didn't look at Ling Mo, she was now a defeated, and everything she said was just self-inflicted humiliation.

"Looking at the way you are now, you have calmed down a little, shouldn't you listen to me?" Although Joan of Arc obviously didn't want to pay attention to himself, Ling Mo didn't care, he said to himself: "I know, you must be full of anger in your heart now, you think that I interrupted the resurrection of your mount, and you are full of resentment towards me, and you want to kill me as soon as possible, right?"

"But I'm telling you, it's really not, I'm saving you! You stupid! The saint should be stupid, right?!" Ling Mo raised his voice, holding Joan of Arc's head with one hand, and taking out the ancient dust claws with the other hand, and slashing at Joan of Arc's arm with the tip of his claw! Like cutting tofu, the claws cut three huge scars on Joan of Arc's arm that were as deep as the bone, bubbling outward: "See, right? If I wanted to kill you in the battle just now, you would have been cut into I don't know how many by now!"

Looking at the strange-looking claws in Ling Mo's hand in shock, and feeling the huge pain coming from his arm, Joan of Arc's eyes widened, full of confusion: the other party was indeed not lying, he had the ability to kill himself easily! But why did he ......

Seeing her ignorant appearance, Ling Mo patted her head hard and scolded: "What Nikolai just said, you forgot it so quickly? Dead is dead! There is no such thing as resurrection in this world! Do you think that if I don't interrupt your 'Great Prophecy Technique' just now, your spell will be successful? Tell you, if you continue to cast spells, Xiao Han will still be scattered, and you will also be warmed by the Golden Fortress across time and space!"

"Don't think I'm scaring you, I've been warmed by the Golden Fortress several times, and that broken machine is far more rigid than you can imagine! If it weren't for my old friend Nikolai asking me to take care of you, you think I would have forced my move? I don't bother to care about you to die!"

Unable to judge the truth of Ling Mo's words, Joan of Arc was in turmoil at this time, but she didn't show the slightest hint on her face, just kept silent. Ling Mo sighed, got up from her, and when she sat up, he threw her head back to her, and said, "Have you recovered your strength a bit, continue to hurry! The skill seal state will last for more than thirty hours, you can't beat me during this time, take this opportunity to sober up!"

After saying that, he should first walk towards the distance, and from a high place, Talonjun is already in sight. Joan of Arc looked at his back from behind, clenched her fists, and her eyes were about to erupt with fire! Turning the blade of the sword, the side engraved with the dragon pattern towards Ling Mo, trying to fight to break the net, but in the end she still didn't do anything, closed her eyes and took a deep breath several times, then limped towards Ling Mo.