The Undefeated Will shone with golden fireworks, slashing at Vlad III head-on, and the realms of the two frantically squeezed together, bursting with blue-white arcs.

Vlad III suddenly tore his clothes and threw them at Joan of Arc, and the white silk shirt was burned by the heat before it reached Joan of Arc. Joan of Arc swung her sword to sweep away the dust in front of her, and then a blazing sword appeared in front of her eyes, the speed of the sword was extremely fast, and it exploded into brilliant flames the moment it touched the blade!

"I'm sorry, Father, I'm not going to wait for you in hell, no matter how incompetent I am, I'm going to drag you in......" Vlad III's indifferent voice came after the explosion, but not in front of Joan of Arc, but behind her.

With the kiss of the goddess of victory in his left hand and Allah the black knife in his right hand, Vlad III was naked with his upper body and bulging muscles like winding and undulating mountains. His silver hair was blown back by the flames of the explosion, revealing a pale face, and his originally handsome and resolute face was filled with hatred and indifference.

"This speed...... How is that possible!" In just a moment's effort, Vlad III quietly moved from the front of him to the back of his body, this ghostly body that even the previous Dracuri could not do.

"What did you just do?" Joan of Arc asked subconsciously as she turned around with a frown, staring at Vlad III's every move with pure white eyes, murderous intent and jealousy in her eyes.

Vlad III's difficulty has exceeded her imagination, and his ability has been estimated very high, but when he really faces it, there is still a feeling that he can't see through, although he is now borrowing Joan of Arc's body, but Dracuri still has a sense of solemnity.

"What's the matter, Father, is there something you don't know, but I'm sorry, I'm not in the habit of answering for others!" Vlad III smiled contemptuously, and Allah waved his right hand in an instant. Before Allah struck the sword, it was already covered with molten gold lines, and when it was swung, a sword that was much larger than the previous one shot out towards Joan of Arc.

"Damn bastard......" Looking at the huge blazing sword in front of him, Joan of Arc slammed his invincible will in front of him, colliding with the sword fiercely. The flame blade carried a strong impact, making her body retreat involuntarily, and the broken ground couldn't withstand such pressure, and it continued to collapse behind her, almost making her whole person fall into it!

"Father!"

"My king!"

Seeing this from afar, Radu and Euquintus rushed over with a scream and launched a direct attack on Vlad III.

The dark golden dagger pulsed in Eugentus' hand and slashed at Vlad III's vital points, bringing light and shadow with it. However, Vlad III blocked all attacks with only the kiss of the goddess of victory in his left hand, and then slashed at Euquintus with Allah.

"Get out of here!" Radu kicked Eugentus away with a kick in the side of the cheek, then elbowed Vlad III in front of the door. However, he underestimated Vlad III's reflexes, and before his elbow could hit Vlad III, a shocking pain came from his abdomen and kicked him far away.

Knocking down two people in a row, Vlad III didn't have time to catch his breath, and the sharp sword pressure made the hairs on his back stand on end in an instant. The speed of the sword press was extremely fast, and as soon as he twisted his body, a sharp pain came from under his ribs, extending to the position of his left shoulder.

"Damn......" Vlad III said viciously as he saw Joan of Arc stepping through the air and rushing towards him, even if he didn't have to look at it with his eyes, he knew that Radu and Eugentus were getting up from the ground, and if they faced the attack of all three at the same time......

"I won't let you escape today, a dangerous traitor, suffer death!" Joan of Arc roared, her body suddenly speeding forward, and there was a clear crack in her armor, which was where Allah had just been injured.

Faced with the situation of being besieged by three people, a violent madness suddenly appeared on Vlad III's face. He slammed into the crack of the execution table, and the already overwhelmed wood instantly crumbled and spread out into the distance.

Cobweb-like cracks spread beneath his feet, slightly halting Joan of Arc's tracks. With the force of a huge recoil, Vlad III's figure shot out, turning into a streamer of light and rushing towards the huge stake of fire.

While the man was still in mid-air, Vlad III had already adjusted his direction and kicked heavily at the stake. The stake was scorched by the flames as if it had been struck by a meteor, and a deep pit appeared on the surface in an instant! The impact was so violent that the stake let out an overwhelming wail, and the edge of the pit gradually cracked into a jagged pattern, and then quickly spread in the tooth-aching sound of wood cracking.

The stake was slowly falling towards the ground like a dying giant, and Vlad III picked out the thin sword on Jill's chest with a sword, and then roughly carried him on his shoulders and ran towards the top of the stake.

"Stop him, this bastard wants to escape!" Joan of Arc roared as she looked at Vlad III's back.

Eugentus and Radu showed a fairly high tacit understanding at this moment, and after hearing her shout, the two of them looked at each other, and then Radu threw a punch that made Euquintus fly away at a faster speed with his punch.

Meanwhile, Joan of Arc takes a deep breath and tries to chase after her, but a violent sense of incongruity nearly causes her to fall. She held her sword to stabilize her body, and touched her forehead with her left hand: "Damn, is it almost at the limit, this body, it's ...... at this time"

If anyone stood in front of her at this moment, Joan of Arc's eyes were fluctuating violently, her pupils rapidly switching between red and white, like two souls fighting for control of their bodies.

While Joan of Arc was struggling in place, Vlad III had already reached the top of the stake, which had tilted to a dangerous level and looked like it could fall at any moment.

Vlad III tucked the kiss of the goddess of victory back into the scabbard at his waist, took a few leaps and leaped into the air. The air currents in the sky held up his long silver-white hair, and he had already twisted his body before the man was still rising, and the originally black Allah had long been covered in molten alchemical lines, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he looked at the crumbling execution table.

In the earth-shattering roar, the incomparably huge sword was like a falling meteorite, smashing straight in the direction of the execution table. The moment the fiery blade sliced into the wooden building, it set everything it came into contact with on fire, causing the entire execution table to burst into flames...... When the sword penetrated deep into the middle of the torture table, it exploded with a bang in the shocking explosion!

The flames mixed with the surging air rushed outward, and the flaming wood chips whizzed through the air in streams, so large that the huge movement attracted everyone's attention, and the black-clad dragon assassin jumped towards the exploding execution table.

Dozens of Dragon Assassins who were the first to arrive stood near the burning ruins, not daring to enter the center of the fire. The fierce aftermath and the rolling flames were entangled, forming a tornado of flames in the swirling air current, and just standing on the edge of the fire, you could feel the terrifying temperature, you can imagine how dangerous it must be in the center of that flame tornado......

While they were watching, a long flame mark suddenly burst out from the upper part of the flame tornado, falling down like a meteor.

When the flame-forming form was blown away by the wind, Joan of Arc's figure was revealed. She held Radu in her left hand and Euquintus in her right, the obsidian divine armament reflecting the light of the flames, like a goddess of vengeance descending into the world, with a deep solemnity.

As they approached the ground, Radu and Euquintus' bodies were thrown out by her, and the dragon assassins who surrounded them hurriedly stepped forward to catch the falling two. After doing this, Joan of Arc's body suddenly twisted in the air, unloaded the weight of the fall, and landed firmly on the ground.

"Damn, I let that bastard escape. Looking at the direction in which Vlad III had fled, Joan of Arc said grimly.

Radu struggled behind her, then got down on one knee: "Father, thank you for saving us, if it weren't for you, I would probably have been burned beyond recognition by now." ”

Known as a beautiful man, his clothes were half burned at the moment, revealing his white and tender shoulders, and the hair on his forehead was also burned a lot, and even his hairline was clearly visible. Other than that, Radu has no visible injuries on his body, and although he looks a little embarrassed, he actually doesn't suffer much damage.

Compared to him, Euquintus was much more miserable.

He was the closest of the three to Vlad III, and he almost took the impact of the explosion head-on, and even worse, the thin sword that Vlad III picked up and flew happened to hit him in the abdomen, and in the heat and impact, even the hilt made of gold was deformed.

If Delacuri hadn't suppressed Joan of Arc's soul at the last moment, his most trusted royal agent would have really died in front of his eyes.

"Get up, that's not what I want to hear now. Joan of Arc said, taking her gaze back from a distance, she looked Radu's body up and down, her eyes were a little weird, and Radu was a little uncomfortable being stared at like this.

"What's the matter, Father, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Have you grown taller lately, otherwise why would I look up at you?" said Joan of Arc, frowning tightly.

Looking at Joan of Arc's eyes up and down, Radu rolled his eyes in his heart, but on the surface, he still said respectfully: "Father, don't forget, the eyes you are using now are not your own, but I am still curious why you are in Joan of Arc's body, this kind of thing is completely beyond my knowledge." ”