"Oh? Do you think you still have a chance to win? Doron looked at Joan of Arc.

Their abilities are all given by Catholicism, and Hell is equivalent to the world of Duolun, in this world, he is an invincible existence, and the pressure of the world Joan of Arc is also very difficult to bear.

Even if Duolun is just a projection, it is enough.

Joan of Arc didn't answer him, just stretched out her hand, "Forbidden Spell Heavenly World." ”

Suddenly, a beam of light pierced the clouds of hell, and the song of praise replaced the wailing and screaming, as if in an instant people had become much calmer and more comfortable.

"How...... Possible? Duolun's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

But the reality is cruel and real, the white light is like a holy sword falling from the sky, one after another inserted into the boundless hell!

Because Lan felt his whole body suddenly loosen, and the pressure of the world disappeared.

He barely stood up, staring incredulously at the scene in front of him.

He used to think that he was very strong, if not the world's top, it was not far off.

Who knew that today, his pride was shattered, and the two people in front of him had abilities that he couldn't understand and couldn't believe.

In fact, he can't be blamed for this, who let him meet monsters today.

"You can carry the kingdom of heaven with you? How can it be? Duolun looked incredulous.

Heaven and his hell are the same concept, both are world-class abilities, and he is carefully arranged here to communicate with hell, but Joan of Arc summoned the kingdom of heaven casually.

Then there is no doubt that if Duolun himself is here, hell can still compete with the kingdom of heaven, and everyone is half a pound and eight taels.

But now he is just a projection, and he can't be Joan of Arc's opponent.

Hell is like a burning picture, and all suffering is dissipated in the soft white light of heaven.

Instead, there are floating islands of birds and flowers, winged angels playing, and in the center of the island, the white church buildings exude a deviant radiance.

Standing in front of the church, looking up at the white cross at the top, Doron suddenly felt so small, so ugly and hateful.

However, he shook his head and put on a crazy smile again, "That's right, you are really strong, but it's useless, you have been poisoned, you can't use the power of heaven." ”

Joan of Arc stood at the door of the church, her white robe making her feel as if she were one with her surroundings, her face equally pale.

"That's right, but it's enough for you." Joan of Arc has eighteen white wings on his back, like an angel.

Duolun also has black eighteen wings on his back, and he is not weaker than Joan of Arc!

The two staggered in an instant, and then went back and forth, the black and white feathers like a heavy rain, beautiful and full of danger.

It's a pity that the audience for this scene is only Yin Lan.

From the time he appeared in Heaven, the wounds he had received began to slowly recover.

He didn't care about the beauty around him, even though Heaven had almost everything in the world, but he didn't care, staring at Duolun deadly.

Inlan didn't think that Duolun was wrong, he was indeed just a dog of Tina's family, but even if it was a dog, it was also Tina's surname.

He has a bad attitude towards Duolun only because he is useless and a piece of waste.

He does this to all the waste in the family.

But it's just a bad attitude, at most a few scolds, it is impossible to betray the family.

Because he grew up in the Tina family since he was a child, everything he has is given by the Tina family, and he is willing to dedicate himself to the family.

But Duolun, this can never be Duolun, this power has changed the nature of the name Duolun, maybe he is Duolun physically, but it is not Duolun after all!

"Hahaha, Holy Maiden, how is your strength so soft, are you tickling me?" The two stepped back and separated, and Duolun laughed.

"You don't have much strength, you're about the same as me, are you really a man?" Joan of Arc was still expressionless, but she actually opened her mouth to mock.

Duolun's face immediately became ugly.

None of them had learned much martial arts, and even if they had gained great power from Catholicism, they would only throw punches and block in a monotonous manner.

Although their fists can directly tear apart a house.

"Since none of us can kill anyone, it's better to forget it today, there will always be a chance to die next time." Duolun hovered in the air, his black eighteen wings filled with a tyrannical and bloody aura.

The Catholic Church has erected the Holy Woman and the Holy Son, not for fun, they have the opposite power, and one of them must die.

And the rest will become a Catholic sundae in the true sense of the word, with all the favor of the Father.

In other words, you can ascend into the stars.

Joan of Arc had to gain strength before Doron, and then she had been working for the Catholic organization, and when Doron became the Son Jesus, the Catholic organization had no longer noticed him, and no one even knew that there was him, the Son Jesus, except Joan of Arc.

He didn't dare to say it, because in his opinion, Joan of Arc would definitely discredit and deny his existence, and the nature of his power belonged to the dark side in Catholic doctrine, and I was afraid that not only Joan of Arc, but even the son of angels would kill him.

"Do you really think that because you are the Holy Son, I came to kill you?" Joan of Arc sighed and landed in front of the church door, gathering all her wings.

"What do you mean?" Doronn raised an eyebrow.

"I'm just here to ask you a question, why do you want to increase the land tax in the four districts?" Joan of Arc's face became paler and paler, and she held her hands in front of her chest, looking like an ordinary nun.

"Land tax?" Duolun looked puzzled, and then as if he thought of something ridiculous, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Isn't it? Do you care about this kind of thing? You, a Joan of Arc, would ask such a question? Doron said scoffingly.

Joan of Arc's face remained unchanged, just nodded.

"Let me think about it, I thought I was trying to get a woman at that time, right? And then there was a little bit of money, so I squeezed it out of the fourth district. ”

"Ah...... Although it was not much different from what I expected, when I heard the news, I was inevitably a little concerned. Joan of Arc looked like she had come to her senses.

"So what? Just because I overcharged the land tax, are you going to fight with me to the death? But we're not going to die, and you still need this kind of clumsy excuse? Duolun looked at her with a smile.

"You'll never know, what that led to." Joan of Arc whispered.

Doren didn't know that she used to be a farm maid in the Fourth District, just because she had overcharged the land tax, which caused her grandfather to die, and she herself was abused and almost defiled.

After becoming Joan of Arc, the previous events were like mirror images, scene by scene flashed in her mind, but she couldn't understand the mood anymore.

She lost her past name.

So she is actually a little envious of Duolun and can still have this name.

"Heaven, Sword of Judgment." A white light lit up from Joan of Arc's hand, shaped like a cross sword.

"Are you crazy? How dare you use the power of heaven, and it is the ultimate weapon? Duolun's face changed drastically, and his figure immediately flashed and fled into the distance.

The ultimate weapon of heaven is the sword of judgment, which can be said to be a condensed kingdom of heaven, turning a world into a weapon in the hand, and the power can be imagined.

His Hell also has a weapon of end, the Demon Sword, which is the same level as the Sword of Judgment, but the problem is that he can't summon Hell now.

And his adaptability to Hell is not so high, and he can't condense the Demon Sword.

Although Duolun's movements are already fast, this is the kingdom of heaven, and no matter how much he runs, it is in the palm of Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc stood in place, swinging her sword with one hand, and in an instant, there seemed to be only a white light left in the world, and all the origin and end dissipated in it, and the huge sword light swept towards Duolun.

"It's not that easy!" Duolun also seemed to know that he couldn't escape, and turned in the air with a fierce face.

"All the sins fall on me!" He was just a projection, but his real body was not far away from him, and at this time he had already poured all his power into this projection!

The black flames of hell are burning in the holy kingdom of heaven, and Doron is bathed in black flames like a monarch.

It's a pity that a white light flashed, everything was dissolved, and the black flame turned into a white fire spirit, holding hands in the air and leaving.

And Duolun let out a terrible cry, his hair was fading, his flesh was dissolving, and the whole person seemed to turn into a mess of soft mud, "Ah! ”

"Is it over?" Because of the blue atmosphere, he didn't dare to breathe, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene.

"Not yet." Joan of Arc clenched the Sword of Judgment in her hand, staring in Duolun's direction.

Her face was so pale that she could see the veins under her face.

The poison of lust can be used by Duolun to sneak attack Joan of Arc, naturally it is not an ordinary poison, poison magic has always been known as the most difficult magic to practice, not because of the difficulty, but because the slightest carelessness may kill oneself.

So over time, people who can practice poison magic must be ruthless characters, and the means are endless, and the strength is extremely powerful.

After all, people who are not strong have already died by suicide.

And the poison of the seven sins is equivalent to the level of forbidden spells, and the poison of lust is one of the seven sins, which can also be said to be one of the sevenths of a forbidden curse.

Don't underestimate this one-seventh, although the Holy Goddess's caress is a forbidden spell, but just now it was just a passive emergency, but the nature of lust was brushed away, and Joan of Arc itself was poisoned by the forbidden spell level.

"Uhhhh You can't kill me, as long as you dare to use the power of heaven, you will die! "Doren is a mess, and his mouth is still opening and closing.

"You want to provoke me to use the power of heaven? Anyway, it's just a projection of you that you killed? But you don't know it yet, if I kill you with the Sword of Judgment, whether it's a projection or not, you'll die. Joan of Arc raised her sword again.

"What?" Duolun shouted, he really didn't know, because he hadn't been able to use the demon sword yet.

"Do you still think you're just fighting me with projections? It doesn't matter if you lose? No, we've been trading lives for lives. Joan of Arc swung another sword!