Edward, the Black Prince, rushed towards Joan of Arc in a frenzy, and the blade of the undefeated will plowed deep marks on the ground. The vicious will was mixed with murderous aura, and even the flow of air was blocked, and the wind pressure pressed the clothes of the Black Prince Edward tightly on him, and even the lines of the muscles were extremely clear!

"That night...... "Looking at the figure of the black prince Edward, Joan of Arc's eyes became more and more red, she slowly stretched out her hand, taking herself as the center of the circle, and the temperature of the air within ten feet around her suddenly increased sharply!

The wood beneath her feet suddenly burst into flames, slowly spreading outward, and the chains that fell within the range turned red in the heat, as if they had just been taken out of the furnace.

"It's different, everything is different, whether it's me, or the world!" Joan of Arc's eyes suddenly froze, and her five fingers opened instantly, and behind her, the red chains on the ground were like awakened king snakes, suspended in the air one by one.

"Go ahead. ”

As soon as the words fell, the chains spun and flew towards Edward the Black Prince, leaving a faint light and shadow in the air.

"This kind of little trick is also a vain attempt to stop Yu's footsteps, ridiculous!" the Black Prince Edward roared, and the invincible will in his hand turned into a streamer. Every chain that struck him was slashed by him in the most violent way, and the sparks from the clash of blades and chains resembled a small firework......

When the last chain was severed by the Undefeated Will, the heirloom alchemy weapon also glowed with a blazing red color.

"See, this is Yu's power! The Duke's bloodline is not the same as the waste you killed, whether you are a saint or something else, there is only one way to go in front of Yu, and that is death!"

Hearing the words of the Black Prince Edward, Joan of Arc's expression suddenly changed, her eyes dimmed, and she seemed to be a little uninterested: "You just said that this is your power, right, then I can not think that with your ability, you can only do this." ”

"It's too slow......" glanced indifferently at Edward, the Black Prince, and Joan of Arc's body disappeared from its place.

"How is that possible!" Seeing Joan of Arc disappear in front of his eyes in an instant, Black Prince Edward's eyes widened and said. So far, none of the opponents he has faced have been able to outpace his sight, but a deserving Joan of Arc has so easily transcended this law, which has magnified the uneasiness in the heart of the Black Prince Edward again.

"Where are you looking?"

The female voice without any emotion sounded behind Edward, the Black Prince, with a fiery aura. In the next second, the undefeated will, which had been cooled by the air, swept through the air and slashed towards Joan of Arc that suddenly appeared.

The arm dragged the blade around, and the blast of air being cut followed the trajectory of the slash. The back of the Black Prince's hand, Edward, was bruised and bruised, like the roots of a plant flowing under his skin, which was terrifying and weird.

Before the sword arrived, the sharp sword pressure had already swept towards Joan of Arc's skin, with a slight tingling. In the face of such a ferocious blow, there was still an indifferent look in her eyes, and then she stretched out her palm flatly: "It's too slow." ”

Like a raging beast falling into a trap, or a trapped beast giving up its struggle in an iron cage, the blade of the Undefeated Will was grasped by Joan of Arc with one hand, unable to move. The blade of the sword obviously has the power to open the world, but in Joan of Arc's hands, it is like a quagmire, unable to move in or pull out, and once, it didn't even hurt Joan of Arc's skin......

As if once again being swept away by the sound waves, the Black Prince Edward's face showed a demented expression, if Joan of Arc's speed exceeded his cognition, then now Joan of Arc's power has completely shattered his world!

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

"It's ridiculous, the patron saint of the people, Edward, Prince of Wales, the Black Prince, would have such an expression. Joan of Arc said coldly as she removed the blade of the Undefeated Will, clenching her fist in front of Edward, the Black Prince, and then slammed into his abdomen.

"This is the beginning of my revenge. Looking at Edward, the black prince who was knocked away by a punch, Joan of Arc threw away the invincible will in his hand like garbage.

Step by step, she walked towards Edward, the Black Prince, who had fallen to the ground, and then grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up from the ground.

"Ahem...... No...... That's impossible...... This is not true......" The Black Prince Edward let Joan of Arc pull his beautiful black hair, and his originally hideous blood pupils have become cloudy.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Joan of Arc condescendingly looked down at the demented Black Prince Edward, with a faint cold light flashing in his eyes, "It seems that you don't, but it doesn't matter, I have a lot to convey to you, but not through words......"

The pale fist was swung again, and the movement was like an explosion!

Same fist, same position, but with more added power than the last time. Hit by this punch, the clothes on the upper body of the black prince Edward directly exploded, revealing his sunken chest and abdomen.

Blood ran down the corners of his mouth and dripped onto the back of Joan of Arc's hand, bright red on his pale skin. Looking at the drop of blood on the back of her hand, Joan of Arc's eyes changed, it was a deep disgust.

"It's disgusting, it's so dirty, it's actually on my immaculate skin!" Joan of Arc trembled and let go of his left hand, which was holding Edward the Black Prince, and then tore off the skin of his right hand entirely, revealing bloody flesh.

"It's dirty, it's dirty......" Before the new skin could grow, a flame erupted from her left hand, burning the bloody skin to the ground. After doing all this, she lay the Black Prince Edward's body flat on the ground, and her fists rained out.

The execution table shook suddenly, and the wood in every place made an overwhelming squeak, and the surging fist force was exerted on the giant torture instrument through the body of the Black Prince Edward, and the vibration produced moved everyone!

Edward's body was deformed, and almost every bone on his back was shattered by the furious Joan of Arc, and along with most of his internal organs, it was surging like fluid under the flesh and skin. If it were an ordinary bloodline, he would have died long ago after such an attack, but the Duke's bloodline, which made him proud, and the heart that Joan of Arc deliberately avoided still kept him alive, leaving him to wander in pain a thousand times more painful than death......

"Wait, Lady Joantelloku! You can't do that! Stop......"

Under the stake, the burned, mutilated man struggled and screamed to stop Joan of Arc. His body was firmly bound by chains, and there was a gorgeous rapier stuck in his chest, but at this moment, the hilt of the rapier was covered with a layer of dust, and even the gems on it had become dull.

"Wait, Auntie, stop! You're ...... You're the saint of France!" Gil yelled desperately, even the charred flesh of her face trembling wildly.

Hearing this, Joan of Arc's fist, which had been falling rapidly, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"The ...... of France Holy Maiden?" she slowly straightened up, and murmured there, "Yes, I am the Holy Maiden of France, I am ...... Captain of the Order of Self-Defense, Joan of Arc!"

Joan of Arc suddenly raised her head and said, the blood in her eyes gradually faded, and her eyes became clearer. She turned curiously and looked at the source of the sound, where the burnt Jill was looking at it oblivionly.

"Jill!" Joan of Arc suddenly screamed as she looked at the charred figure under the stake. Although half of Jill's body had been burned and shrunk at this moment, the familiar feeling still made Joan of Arc recognize him immediately, "I'll let you go right away!"

As she spoke, Joan of Arc came to Jill's side, and she grabbed the black chains and pulled them hard, loosening the chains that had bound Jill tightly.

"Jill, are you alright?" Joan of Arc asked, caressing the horrific burns on Jill's body, her movements gentle, but Jill couldn't help but frown when she touched the wound.

"I'm fine, this burn is nothing, it's just that my body is too tired and I don't have enough strength to recover now. Jill said, gasping for air. He was right, he had been holding back his hunger and thirst since he had experienced the first embrace, the strength of the blood clan came from blood, and by doing so, he was putting himself in a state of exhaustion all the time.

"Lord Joan of Arc, do you see the sword in my chest, please pull it out, only if my spine is repaired, I can regain the ability to move, and then we will take advantage of the chaos to get out of here. ”

"Well, I see, you endure a little pain, and you'll be fine soon. As he spoke, Joan of Arc's hand caressed the hilt of the sword, and then slowly pulled it out, the blade of the sword drifting through Jill's body little by little, giving him a painful look on his face.

"It has been pulled out of the pillar, and if you endure it any longer, you will pull it out completely at once. ”

Joan of Arc said as she slowly exerted force with her palm, seeing that only one sword head remained in Jill's body, a beautiful palm suddenly pressed on Joan of Arc's hand, stopping her movements.

"Honey, you can't do that. The man in the luxurious costume suddenly stood beside Joan of Arc and said with a smile. Although his expression was unusually gentle, the red glow inadvertently revealed in the man's narrowed eyes revealed an unquestionable look!

"Who the hell are you bastard?Get your dirty hands off Jeanne d'Arc!Jeanne Arc, quick, draw your sword, let's stay away from this guy......" Jill glared at the young man who suddenly appeared, his eyes dancing with a real rage.