landbeastnovel Chapter 427: [A Saint Fell From The Sky]
Chapter 427: [A Saint Fell From The Sky]
Chapter 427: [A saint fell from the sky]
"Your Excellency, Bishop Richelieu, may I ask Your Highness, when will you be able to visit the capital?"
"This king will definitely go to greet you in person."
"With the personal arrival of Her Majesty the Holy Maiden, the soldiers of the British royal family's army will definitely be greatly encouraged, and they will definitely be able to conquer Su Ning's Ren family territory with all their strength!"
Charles said to Richelieu, with a slightly anxious and urgent tone.
For the legendary Joan of Arc, the people of the Seven Kingdoms of Tianxu Shenzhou have long admired and respected her very much.
If Joan of Arc joins the own team, Charles is confident that he will be able to fully mobilize the combat effectiveness of his army.
This is also one of the biggest reasons why he dared to declare war on Su Ning, that is, the church promised himself that it would send Joan of Arc to join the battle against Su Ning.
"Well...Your Majesty, please don't worry, Mrs. Saintess has some things to do right now."
"There is no time to visit the Kingdom of England in person."
When Charles mentioned Joan of Arc, Bishop Richelieu, who had just had his nostrils upturned, suddenly became dumb.
From left to right, he didn't dare to discuss too much with Charles on the issue of Joan of Arc.
Because, even the Pope himself still cannot forcefully order Joan of Arc to go to the Kingdom of England to help Charles.
What's more, now that Joan of Arc is in the endless void of Tianxu Shenzhou and is in anxiety with Ling Feiyan who broke in, there is no time to pay attention to Charles's battle.
Heavenly Void Divine State, in the endless void.
Ling Feiyan has been fighting Joan of Arc here for nearly half a year. During this period, the two sides have won and lost each other, but it is difficult to achieve absolute suppression, and no one can do anything to the other.
The boundless darkness was lit up by the two people's Cultivation Technique, and then it was quickly enveloped and spread by darkness.
"Ling Tian Sword!"
"The geese pass without a trace!"
Holding the divine sword in Ling Feiyan's body, a fierce aura erupted from her body. In the darkness, a burst of purple light flashed, almost tearing up the boundless darkness.
"You woman is really unreasonable!"
"I'm just passing by, but you want to stop me here!"
Ling Feiyan growled almost angrily, staring angrily at the woman in front of her.
If it wasn't for Joan of Arc and the like to block own, he would have already entered the Heavenly Void Divine State to find Su Ning, and he might not even have a child.
However, Joan of Arc would rather fight with him for 300 rounds than let him in, and now both sides will suffer.
"Don't get too excited, lady."
"Anger makes you lose your mind, and it lowers your chances of victory."
Joan of Arc said indifferently, her fair cheeks glowed in the darkness, and her ethereal voice conveyed to Ling Feiyan's mind in public.
Protecting the Heavenly Void Divine State and preventing the invasion of foreign races is the duty of a saint.
Joan of Arc has been abiding by her own responsibilities and missions since she became a guardian before Hundred Years ago.
No matter it is any alien, without the permission of the major kingdoms of Tianxu Shenzhou, they are not allowed to smuggle in.
"Give up, I won't let you in."
"Your strength is not enough to defeat me."
Joan of Arc is holding a silver sharp gun, and the fiery wings behind her are waving, burning the boundless darkness, like an angel in the darkness.
"How do you know if you don't try?"
Ling Feiyan said unconvinced, wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, and panted heavily, as if the oil had run out and the lamp had dried up.
However, her eyes were still shining brightly.
"This is my last blow, I don't believe you can still withstand it!"
"Prepare to die!"
As Ling Feiyan said, a strand of pink-purple Spirit Power condensed in her hand, cutting through the darkness like fire, and finally condensed into a huge petal, extremely dazzling.
"Legends say that the Sword Technique of the ancestors of the Ling family can condense flower petals into nine pieces."
"My sister can condense six pieces, but I can only condense five pieces."
"However, for a woman like you, I think it's enough!"
Ling Feiyan let out a snarl, and the sword flowers were like butterflies, as if they had wings propelling them forward, they flew towards Joan of Arc at high speed.
"Hmph, it's nothing more than a trick."
"Before the glory of the Lord, it is not worth mentioning!"
Joan of Arc said indifferently, although she felt Ling Feiyan's powerful aura, her face did not change at all.
The long spear in his hand gleamed like a huge torch, and Dao patterns flowed all over his body, shining brightly.
"Before the glory of the Lord, be ashes and ashes, be reduced to ashes!"
"boom!"
"Bang bang!!"
The huge silver spear swept across the darkness, before Ling Feiyan's butterfly got close, the flames burning around her were turned into ashes.
"I said, you are not my opponent!"
"Leave Tianxu Shenzhou quickly, and I can still save your life!"
Joan of Arc's tone was still indifferent, but the corners of her mouth could not help but rise, looking at the ashes and ashes of the butterflies, she was quite satisfied with her own masterpiece.
Because of Own's hard work, the foreign invaders in Tianxu Shenzhou were once again repelled by him, the great Lord will definitely remember Own's achievements, and the Hall of Valor has already prepared a place for himself.
"Hmph, you've been tricked!"
"Do you think I really want to kill you?"
Sensing Joan of Arc's triumphant eyes, Ling Feiyan not only did not feel annoyed at all, but showed a smile of success.
In the defense of Joan of Arc, a few butterflies that slipped through the net were not burned by the Holy Lance, but flew to the corner of Joan of Arc's eyes.
They didn't reveal any dangerous aura at first, just like ordinary butterflies, beautiful and harmless.
Just the next second, they suddenly flew frantically towards the corner of Joan of Arc's eyes.
"Ah, my eyes!"
Caught off guard, Joan of Arc was blinded by the butterfly, and her whole body was also spread by the toxins of the butterfly, unable to control the Spirit Power in her body.
It fell straight from the endless void.
"It shouldn't fall to your death, I hope you can be picked up by someone."
Looking at the rapidly falling body of Joan of Arc, Ling Feiyan made a prayer posture, raised the corners of her mouth and suppressed a smile, and said playfully.