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"You guys are such ignorant people!
Can't you just listen to what the person is saying first?"
Joan of Arc's bombardment did not cause any serious damage to the old messenger. At the moment when the attack was about to hit the opponent, the old messenger used her own ability to directly destroy Joan of Arc's attack.
"cut."
Seeing that this attack did not have much effect, Joan of Arc immediately turned the muzzle of the funeral cannon, adjusted the angle, and fired another shot at the old messenger.
This time Joan of Arc's attack was not just a straight beam of energy, but a scattered energy missile.
Countless energy missiles flew towards the old messenger like a flood.
The old messenger looked at the dense energy missiles and swung her crutch vigorously. All the attacks that were about to hit her suddenly exploded in mid-air.
The old messenger looked at Joan of Arc triumphantly. She raised her head and was about to say something, but an energy missile flew towards her at high speed and hit her in the face.
Although this attack did not cause much damage, its extreme insult was still very obvious.
The old messenger was so angry when she saw that Joan of Arc was still so rude. She slammed the crutch in her hand to the ground in a rage. Then, a powerful pressure instantly covered the area within a radius of ten miles with Joan of Arc as the center, and the pressure suddenly became extremely huge.
The powerful pressure instantly made everyone lie prone on the ground, unable to move.
Joan of Arc was forced to kneel on one knee while carrying the funeral cannon. She looked at the old woman who was the messenger not far away. She felt a little regretful that she did not directly stuff the muzzle of the funeral cannon into the other party's mouth.
The old messenger looked at Joan of Arc who was in great pain, and raised her proud head again for a moment. Just as she was about to say something, an angry shout suddenly sounded behind her.
"Look at the gun!
Eleventh Style! The mighty dragon breaks through the enemy forces! "
The shadow of a giant dragon, wrapped in a ferocious spear, stabbed the old messenger in the back. The old messenger was already a little numb. It would never end, right?
"Why are you guys so rude!
You lowly fellows! You really deserve to die! "
A sharp explosion sounded on the battlefield. Even Chao, who was fighting with Siegfried, glanced at it curiously.
"You are really arrogant enough!
Do you really have to let me take off your horns before you behave yourself?"
Siegfried said this and waved Durandal in his hand again. Chao had no choice but to concentrate all his energy on fighting Siegfried first.
Rebolet's attack was quite heroic. Even when facing the old messenger, Rebolet showed no sign of stopping.
The old messenger was stabbed by Reborret's spear and ran forward quickly.
The old messenger could only retreat continuously following the rhythm of Rebollet, but suddenly Rebollet increased the strength in his hands.
The old messenger couldn't withstand the force for a moment and fell to the ground instantly, hitting the back of her head hard.
The old messenger was about to curse, but then she was pushed to the ground by Reborret and started doing body painting.
However, the old messenger woman was not a special talent, so she naturally could not be a painter. Therefore, at this moment, the old messenger woman was far from realizing that she was just acting as paint, something that could be discarded at any time.
Seeing the old messenger being beaten, the three clowns felt very distressed. After all, the force is mutual, so at this time the three clowns turned around together.
After all, if you can't see it, then you won't feel heartbroken.
However, having said that, the situation of the three clowns is not much better at the moment. Gobro's huge magic attack has already hit them.
Not only that, the Dragon Island that was slowly floating in the rear was also slowly moving, and then several pure-blooded dragons roared and rushed towards the clown and his two companions.
When these pure-blooded dragons rushed here, they naturally would not be idle. Those extremely powerful breaths had already condensed in the mouths of each pure-blooded dragon.
Then the clowns and the other two felt as if they had entered a nightclub, and colorful breath covered them.
Such a terrifying attack really made the clown and his two companions unable to withstand it for a while.
"What the hell is wrong with these guys!
Are they all crazy? "
The three clowns kept checking each other's situation while running. They wanted to find a great route to escape as soon as possible.
But before the three of them could take any further action, they suddenly felt as if they were being targeted by someone.
The three clowns were just about to make a move, but suddenly they discovered to their horror that they couldn't move at all.
"The one who picks up the remains is Xiao.
I have been waiting for you for a long time."
In an instant, thick black fog enveloped the clown and his two companions.
Although the three clowns knew that the other party was right next to them, they did not dare to take the initiative to attack at such a short distance.
"Geglar!"
Following the clown's roar, a space vortex instantly appeared in a certain direction.
The thick black fog was also dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
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