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"It's just a bit of pressure. Is that all you can do?"
The dragon pattern on Leibolite's left hand lit up, and the long-lost gravity crushing force pressed down towards the old messenger.
The old messenger didn't react for a moment and was forced to stagger.
"Interesting! Really interesting! I didn't expect you, little kid, to have such skills!"
But little baby, you didn’t misunderstand anything, did you?
My authority is not the so-called gravity!
Such is my authority!"
The old messenger pinched Reborit lightly, but the moment the old messenger raised her hand to make a move, Reborit instinctively sensed the danger and rolled over to avoid his original position.
The moment Reborret dodged, an air explosion sounded in the area where Reborret was.
"Did you get away? You're such a nice kid.
Are you interested in embracing the great and benevolent tide?
After all, I can see that you, little kid, are not a bad person at heart, you just lack some education.
If you're willing—"
While the old messenger was still immersed in her self-absorbed education, Reborret controlled all the flying swords on the Sword King's cloak to attack the old messenger.
"As expected, you are really uneducated!"
The old messenger waved the crutch in her hand, and the huge pressure directly pressed the flying sword that was still flying at a high speed to the ground.
The immobilized flying swords emitted dissatisfied sword sounds to vent their dissatisfaction.
"You still dare to resist?
Then I will let you become useless waste!"
Just when the old messenger was about to pinch the flying sword in the air as she did before, several spears suddenly broke out of the ground under her feet, and then countless spears continued to emerge like bamboo shoots.
The old messenger was forced to constantly dodge these sudden attacks.
"Ten Thousand Spears Dragon Locking Formation! Bind!"
Densely packed spears continued to block the old messenger's range of movement, and the old messenger could only watch herself being surrounded.
The angry old messenger glanced at Rebollet who was controlling the formation not far away. Her evil little hand was raised, wanting to pinch Rebollet.
But just when the old messenger was about to succeed, dazzling energy missiles kept coming towards her.
However, these attacks were the same as before, and all of them exploded before hitting the old messenger.
"Have you forgotten that there is another person here?"
Joan of Arc set up the funeral cannon and shouted at the old messenger. The old messenger stared at Joan of Arc with her vicious eyes. She had once again locked her target on Joan of Arc.
"Old man! What are you looking at?"
Leibolet, a kind-hearted man who respects the elderly and loves the young, has jumped high up, and stabbed the old messenger with the Dragon Roar in the box in his hand without mercy. The old messenger looked up when she heard the sound, but Leibolet's gun just locked the old messenger's eyebrows.
"Damn you guys! You two really deserve to die!"
The old messenger dodged the attack in a panic, and then the crutch in the old messenger's hand suddenly turned into a huge iron stick. After blocking the attack of Reborret, the old messenger swung Reborret away with a stick, and then the old messenger jumped high like Reborret, raised the iron stick in her hand and swung it towards Reborret's head.
"Go to hell! You uneducated thing!"
Reborret looked at the old messenger's attack and made no attempt to block or dodge.
On the contrary, Reborret gripped the front end of the spear tightly in his hand and slowly squatted down.
"Fourteenth Style, Angry Dragon Pierces the Heart!"
The old messenger laughed wildly at Reborret who actually wanted to attack her.
"Damn it, kid! Your attack is too late!"
Just when the iron rod was about to fall and hit Reborret's head, a strangely shaped battle axe blocked the old messenger's powerful blow.
Funeral Axe form.
Joan of Arc appeared in front of the old messenger again, waving a funeral banner, and she also raised her middle finger at the old messenger arrogantly.
"Old thing, no, I should call you Old Bastard."
When Reborret heard Joan of Arc's words, the offensive he had planned almost collapsed.
Leibolet never expected that the Saint Lady would be such a violent girl.
I'm afraid my life will be difficult in the future.
These thoughts naturally flashed by in an instant. The beast in this split second that Joan of Arc bought allowed Reborret to complete his move with full power. The tricky attack pierced the old messenger's heart at an extremely strange angle.
When the old messenger saw the blood and energy wrapped around Reborret's spear, her originally panicked expression suddenly became much more at ease.
Although it was only a moment, Reborret still keenly captured the little movement of the old messenger.
Then, the spear in Reborret's hand suddenly had no way to stab the old messenger's heart.
At this moment, the spear seemed to be against a piece of hard armor, and the spear's attack had no way to advance at all.
“Is that so?
"Old man, you should be immune to all energy attacks, right? But I shouldn't say immune, it should be your strange ability to block energy attacks in advance, right?"
After his attack failed, Reborrett retreated a few times and came to Joan of Arc, keeping a safe distance from the old messenger. At the same time, Reborrett told Joan of Arc about the strangeness of the old messenger.
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