"Now you, do you see clearly? That's the difference in strength between us, right now. "Akafla didn't have a killer.

"Who's next." Akafla looked at Jeanbar, and Jeanbal's eyes were full of anger.

"Who's that?" Akafla asked knowingly.

"Jean Barr, Richelieu's sister, is more ruthless to us than Richelieu. It might chop us up, cut it, cut it. Wujue looked up.

"Your opponent, ask in 10 seconds, free iris, Joan of Arc." Wujue said and continued to bow his head, Wujue looked at his hands, which had a lot of barbed thorns.

"This guy, hey, Mirgal can't beat him, don't talk about me, as long as I get serious, it's not a thing, after a while, it's all over." Akafla was going to wait for the people to arrive, and he was attacking.

"Okay, whatever you say is what you say." Wujue doesn't have any opinions.

"I guess we don't need to say anything more? In keeping with your faith, I will pour you into a pillar of salt. Akafla confidently observed Joan of Arc's expression.

"I'm not going to look backwards." Joan of Arc did not know what medicine was sold in Akafleur's gourd.

"Why look backwards?" Anbeiluo was a little puzzled.

"Lot's wife looked backwards and became a pillar of salt, so what is Lot's wife called?" Wujue said impatiently.

"I thought you were talking about Rhode Island, why did you turn into a pillar of salt?" Suranel was curious as to why it was the Salt Pillar.

"Because of the saline land or the seaside." Unlord looked up and glanced at Akafleur.

"Don't believe Joan of Arc, what she says is what she says, don't believe the nonsense of these believers, salt pillars or anything, I'm not interested, but I'll inlay this guy into amethyst." Akafla went up with a sword.

"Taken the initiative?" Triumph was somewhat surprised.

"Joan of Arc will be beaten badly, I bet on a core." Wujue deliberately amplified the volume.

Before Joan of Arc's shot, Akafla would get stuck at that crucial time, before Joan of Arc's action could unfold.

Joan of Arc was about to slash forward, but before the action could be unleashed, Akafla interrupted Joan of Arc.

"Don't suffocate to death." Twilight saw clearly that Akafla had predicted Joan of Arc's movements, and had planned ahead of her.

"I don't think I'm going to be sure to win if I fight him. His speed is on par with mine. Saki took a deep breath.

"I have a way to beat him." Mu Luo was very calm, "Akafla is also a left-handed monster." ”

Akafla also holds a sword in his left hand, but in the last fight with Triumph, he was still in his right hand, and the sword is usually hung on the right side.

Arcfleur forced Joan of Arc not to fall into his trap, and the way he wanted to get away with it made Joan of Arc a little difficult to decide.

"If you delay any longer, I'll give you a zero score." Wujue felt bored.

Akavra didn't pay attention to any rules, but relied on brute force, and Joan of Arc's neck was scraped.

Joan of Arc knew she had lost, and seeing that Akafla was a little relaxed, she tried to turn the tide of the battle once again.

"How do you feel like it's still not working?" Richelieu was a little nervous.

"Joan of Arc is nothing more than that." Wakelan watched as Joan of Arc couldn't beat Akaflor at all.

"This is stupid, the sword is the most unwise, and the main thing is behind." Algeria watched Joan of Arc's movements very clumsy.

"I don't want to play with you." Akafla lost patience.

Watching Joan of Arc entangled.

"Ciel, look at it, I'll show you, you're going to do this later, and then, the heavier, the better." Akafla said, aiming for Joan of Arc's right shoulder.

After turning around and kicking up with a high leg, Joan of Arc was kicked down.

"If you look at it this way, you have long legs." Suran looked at Joan of Arc that had fallen.

"I've got 178, and of course I've got long legs." Akafla felt that there was no difference between what Suraner said and what he didn't say.

"That's unreasonable, isn't it? Or rather, you're showing off your legs. "War weariness felt that Akafleur's approach had gone too far.

"Of course I am, show off how long my legs are." Akafla looked at the war-weariness who was asking the question, and said it on purpose.

"Don't you think your pants are a little fat? It is recommended that you wear leggings, your boots are too long, and changing to a shorter one will make your legs look longer. Twilight laughed as she spoke.

"You just say she's short, and she doesn't have long legs, isn't it?" Sigmund felt that Akavra had done more.

"No, I don't understand, we need to respect the war-weary one a little, old lady, no, old knight." Akafla watched as the reckless men were helped away by Joan of Arc.

"Old lady? Is war weariness great? I've heard that Hood is in his 20s, and he seems to be older than me. Murrow's gaze locked on Hood.

"It is said that she is more than 30 years old and war-weary, and so is the queen of their family." Akafla felt some pain in his feet.

"How many is 30? 39 is also 30 years. Su Laner counted the beans in the palm of his hand.

"Some of you." Wales spoke.

"I forgot, there is another knight." Akafla continued.

"Papal Knight Jean Barr." Jean Barr still couldn't help it.

"Oh, your sanctuary, I blew it up. Later, I also robbed it. If you want to hit me, you can just come. Akafla looked Jean Barr up and down.

"I can cut you down with 5 swords, you better forget it, you have the energy of a siren, so can I acquiesce that you are our undercover agent?" Akafla began to deliberately exacerbate the contradictions.

"Thanks, but we've gone our separate ways." Let Barr come over, and the pace is firm.

"Is this group of battleships the last to be completed? But the era of battleships is over, and after that, the world of the sirens is gone. "Akafra knew very little about Jean-Barr.

"The era of battleships is over? Then I ask you, when did you kill Richelieu? Yes, battleships are about to be eliminated by the times, but my era has just begun. "Let Barr see it.

The core that hangs on Akaf's heart.

"I don't use any knighthood for you." Let Barr know that he can't beat Akafleur, but for the sake of a breath, it can only be so.

"You'd better go back and lie down." Akafla had discovered Jeanbar's intentions.

What Jean Barr wants is his core, so he is willing to be beaten.

Akafla made a quick decision and quickly solved Jeanbar.

"You touched it. Really. "Akafla felt so thrilled that he was almost taken by Jean Barr.

"If it's okay, don't be reckless." Algeria looked at Jean-Barr, who was dejected.

"Is there anything else?" Akafla began to gasp for air.

"I'm worthy of being your opponent." George V replied.

"Okay." Akaflor didn't care.

"Well, Wales and York, you go." George V and the two pushed out.

"What does that mean?" Akafla asked.

"What we mean is, in the end, the two of them, after the fight, you can get down to business, isn't that what you're here for?" George V did not admit himself and had already told the story.

"Not bad! That's the purpose. The Lord looked at George V and admitted it, and confirmed it even more, this time without even thinking about it, it was the Duke of Wales and York.

"You can all pick opponents, you pick knights, why can't we pick them?" Wales are going to change people.

"What do you mean, Dead Fisheye." Sigmund was a little unhappy.

"I'll translate to you, what you mean by Dead Fisheye Wales is to pick one of you as our opponent, and one to pick two." The Duke of York has already chosen his target.

"Why, what conditions are you still talking about?" Akafla didn't know where this courage came from.

"Okay, you pick." But Lord Wu agreed.

"I choose him!" Wales has chosen, and it is Ranke Diffie.

"You see that there is no chance to die, I choose Mu Luo." The Duke of York smiled at Murro.

"Me?" Rank-Defey knew what Welsh meant, and Welsh felt weak.

"Good. I'll come first. Ranke Diffy stepped forward. Lend me a favor. Thank you. Ranke Defy took Akafla's sword and went up.

"Wales' brains must be in the water, and the winning rate of picking Murro will be greater." Aishar felt a little incredible.

"Rank, Diffy and Muro, or the Duke of York is smarter, I want to know now why Hood can't beat Bismarck, they are all pitted by Wales." Sigmund saw that Ciel had already run to Chong Sakura's main port.

Wales was a little surprised, he didn't expect Ranke Diffie to be so sharp, and hit the point every time.

"You're not bad." Wales gritted his teeth and kept putting pressure on him.

"Do you need it, I'll give you a face." Ranke Dife asked rhetorically.

"Yes, I won't appreciate it." Wales felt troubled and struggling.

"Are you dreaming?" Ranke Diffie began to look at Welsh's legs, Welsh panicked, Ranke Diffie was completely out of common sense, which made Welsh very upset.

"Wales lost." The Duke of York has already seen the results.

"This can't be done, it doesn't seem to be enough to temper it." George V felt Wales' performance was a bit underwhelming.

"If you are not strong enough, you can only protect everything in the royal family." George V opened the training for Wales.

"I won." Ranke Defey was smiling.

"Fool, I knew you couldn't be trusted." The Duke of York saw Murro coming, and walked towards him.

"Excuse me." After smiling and nodding, Murro quickly drew his knife, and the blade brushed the Duke of York's hair.

"I feel that the relationship between Aishar and Murro is wonderful." Hood patted Wales on the shoulder.

"What's wonderful?" The brilliance is also not clear.

"Two people like each other." Hood was sure, but Wales looked incredulous.

"You're going to lose." Murrow drew his knife into the sheath, and a few strands of the Duke of York's hair fell close to his ear.

"The sun is going down and it's going to be cold." Akafla looked at the crowd and felt his legs hurt.

"It feels cold. I really admire the Welsh women, don't have a demeanor or a temperature, then don't freeze to death. "Akafla began to be afraid of the cold.

"This seems to be the biggest difference with them, people are coming, ready to put it." Unlord looked at Veronica, who arrived later.

"Prepare for battle!" George V also saw that a large number of mass production was coming quickly.

This time the appearance was in a special way, four mass-produced aircraft carriers opened the way before, and there were two people on each of them.

"Sirens?" The company saw the tester.