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"Why, this time there is no man to stand up for you, so you dare not do it?"

"you……"

Joan tightly clenched the gun flag in her hand.

She really couldn't do anything, just because at this moment she couldn't see any flaws in the black-armored girl in front of her - the black-armored girl was standing there casually and relaxed, not even holding any weapon, but at this moment But she could clearly feel that no matter how she attacked, she would be counterattacked in an instant like a storm.

This feeling, like, like...

It was like facing that foreigner.

That's right, just like when she fought against that foreigner for the first time when she was still in Domremy, the result of rushing in rashly was to be killed instantly. Her brute force was meaningless in this situation. It's just because she is facing pure technical crushing.

What's more, even in terms of brute force, the girl in black armor in front of her is far better than her.

Until now, Joan still remembers the power that the girl in front of her used to display. She was already riding a horse and holding a gun at that time, but the opponent only punched her and made her fly-you must know that at that time, The other party was still wearing a long black dress that was inconvenient to move around, and there was no protection from top to bottom.

But now, the girl in front of her is already wearing armor.

Wearing armor means entering a fighting state. If you want to face this opponent who is far superior to you in terms of skill and brute force, you may not be able to rely on fighting alone.

"Um……"

Jeanne took a deep breath.

Think about it, think about it carefully, if it was that foreigner... what would he do?

It seems that there is no need to think about it. The foreigner will probably rush to fight directly. Although she doesn't know whether the foreigner has the violence like a dragon in terms of strength, but in terms of skills, the foreigner has no doubts. Occupy an absolute advantage.

But if you say, if you say, you don't need to fight head-on...

"Oh, I was wondering who was here just now, it turned out to be you."

Gently exhaling a turbid breath, Joan of Arc suddenly relaxed, just looking at that casual posture, she simply didn't pay attention to the dragon-like girl in black armor in front of her.

"Did you mention the instructor just now? Why, you just want to be beaten by the instructor again? You... don't you like to be beaten? This is the first time I have seen such a special hobby."

"you!"

The girl in black armor opened her eyes angrily.

"Okay, you're fine... It seems that your man hasn't taught you what manners are..."

"What are you! My name is Jeanne!"

The gun flag swept across, and Joan of Arc squinted at the black-armored girl who had already been angered.

"Jeanne, I'm Joan from Lorraine, remember this name, because its owner will defeat you... What about you? It won't be the same as last time, you dare not even say your name?"

"You deserve me to sign up!"

Clenching her fists tightly, the girl in black armor burst into anger!

"Die!"

thump—

Just taking a step forward, the bricks and stones under the black-armored girl's feet showed cracks like spider webs, and immediately after that, the short figure flew out like a cannonball.

In just an instant, the pitch-black armor filled Joan's entire field of vision.

And this is also the opportunity that Jeanne has been waiting for for a long time.

Use taunts to arouse the other party's anger, so that the other party can take the initiative to attack. Only at this time, the other party will not dodge, because the other party only wants to fight her right now.

However, at this moment, why isn't she using her body as bait?

"Om-"

The long handle of the gun flag drew a strong wind in the air, and the spikes installed at the end of the handle went from bottom to top, piercing sinisterly at the chest and abdomen of the girl in black armor!

Although her movements were not as fast as the girl in black armor in front of her, she could be sure that her attack must have hit first!

After all, an inch is long and an inch is strong!

"Oh!"

Accompanied by a loud explosion, the girl in black armor was stopped two steps away by the gun barrel!

The handle of the gun poked on the pitch-black armor, and a dent was punched out of the hard armor!

However, there was no joy on Joan's face, even though she had already achieved success with one blow.

Just because she has seen it.

A hand covered in pitch-black iron armor had already grasped the barrel of the gun at some point.

"... playing tricks?"

Holding the barrel of the gun with one hand, the girl in black armor pulled it hard.

"Come here for me!"

Peiran's force came from above the barrel of the gun, and Joan of Arc was immediately staggered—at this moment, a fist in a black iron armor hit her head-on.

The pitch-black fist was getting bigger and bigger in sight, just looking at the swift and fierce wind of the fist, it was actually going to blow her head off with one punch!

It's so close, it's inevitable.

For the first time, Joan felt so close to death.

Perhaps because of being between life and death, even the time was elongated at this moment, Joan of Arc could clearly see the edge of the fist that was getting closer, and even the lines and dust on the black armor could be seen clearly. It was very clear—and behind the fist was the face that was almost exactly the same as her own, which even gave her a strange feeling of looking in a mirror.

It's just that the face under the black armor in front of her, that angry look, doesn't look like the calm her now.

It was more like when she was still in Domremy.

She was like this at that time, she was still not convinced after losing to that foreigner, and wanted to use brute force to win the round...Of course, the result was that she lost for the second time, but she who refused to admit defeat at that time, Probably the same expression.

So, if that foreigner came to face this punch, what would he do?

He probably won't be head-on, this can be confirmed. Although the foreigner also has impressive strength, he often chooses to use skills to deal with it—and facing this kind of unavoidable extreme violence , How will that stranger deal with it?

At this moment, Joan suddenly remembered the last time they were attacked.

That time, that foreigner also made a bold move and got entangled with this black-armored woman.And in the face of this extreme violence, the coping technique used by that foreigner is...

"Snapped."

After a pause, Joan's entire body suddenly relaxed completely.

Immediately afterwards, that straight right fist like a heavy artillery hit on the spot.

"Oh!"

This force was too great, and he forced Joan to spin half a circle in the air—but the girl in black armor had a terrified look after she had already hit her with a punch!

Just because Joan of Arc, who was supposed to have her head crushed with one punch, has already embraced her protruding fist at this moment!

The strength was eliminated by the half-turn of the volley!Her punch was equivalent to a miss!

Moreover, the huge force of that punch has even been reversed by Joan of Arc in mid-air at this moment, turning it into the inertia of body rotation!

"Give me... open!!"

Joan of Arc, who was hanging in mid-air, let out a loud roar, trying to use this powerful force to break the arm of the black-armored girl in her hand!

However, at this critical moment, the girl in black armor swung her right arm violently.

It was a terrifying force like a dragon wagging its tail. Joan of Arc who was hanging in the air was thrown out. You must know that she is wearing double armor at this moment, but the girl in black armor threw her away. Sometimes, it is as easy as hitting a sandbag.

"Boom!"

Joan's entire body hit the inner wall of the fortress, and the heavy impact even broke two thick logs.

"...Is it called relieving power?"

After moving her right arm, the black-armored girl frowned.

"Well, it seems that although your man didn't teach you what is polite, he also taught you something else."

"..."

The throat was a little sweet, which made Joan spurt out a mouthful of blood.

It's not surprising that the attempt failed. Although she did manage to eliminate strength like that foreigner, she didn't have the same offensive ability as that foreigner after all. He seriously injured the woman in black, but if she came instead, she couldn't even break the opponent's arm.

not enough.

Just being like her is not enough.

It's not even close...

"Zheng-"

As Joan stood up unsteadily, a strange-shaped long sword was pulled out from her back.

Immediately after rubbing his hands together, one sword was dismantled into two.

Long swords are sharp for piercing, while short swords are thick and heavy for chopping.

This is obviously the double-strand sword left by the foreigner.

"Oh? With weapons?"

Glancing at the twin swords in Joan's hands, the black-armored girl couldn't help but sneer.

"Alright, then I'll play with you."

Saying so, the black-armored girl simply picked up the gun flag in her left hand, and with a shake of one arm, rolled up the pure white flag embroidered with golden irises.

"I'm curious, if you are just beaten to death here, will that devil in a foreign land feel distressed?"

Carrying the spear on her shoulder, the black-armored girl casually walked towards Joan of Arc.

"Or, if I nail you to the wall right now, will that devil from a foreign land kneel down and beg me to spare your life?"

"..."

It was obviously just a very casual pace, but at this moment, Jeanne's hairs stood on end!

If it was said that what she faced just now was a demon dragon with spread wings, then now, the demon dragon finally showed its sharp teeth to her.

It was obvious that the other party was carrying her gun flag on his shoulder, but the familiar gun flag had become so terrifying at this moment.The sharp tip of the gun was obviously only pointing at the sky obliquely, but she always felt that the gun had reached her throat.

This was the first time she clearly realized how powerful the black-armored girl in front of her was.

If not, she will really die here.