"Do you see clearly who you are now? This is the strength gap between us, who you are now." Akafulle did not kill him.
"Who is next?" Akafleur looked at Jean Bart, whose eyes were full of anger.
"Who is that?" Akaful asked knowingly.
"Jean Bart, Richelieu's sister, is more cruel to us than Richelieu. She may chop us up." Wu Jue raised his head and looked at it.
"Your opponent will ask in 10 seconds, Iris Liberty, Joan of Arc." Wu Jue said and continued to lower his head. Wu Jue looked at his hands and saw many barbed thorns growing on them.
"This guy, hey, even Milgal can't beat him. Don't talk about me. As long as I take it seriously, it won't be a problem. In a moment, everything will be over." Akaful planned to wait for the people to arrive before launching an attack.
"Okay, whatever you say will be whatever it is." Wu Jue had no objection.
"I think we don't need to say anything more? In order to conform to your beliefs, I will pour you into a pillar of salt." Akafulle observed Joan of Arc's expression confidently.
"I won't look back." Joan of Arc didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Akafulle's gourd.
"Why are you looking back?" An Beiluo was a little confused.
"Lot's wife looked back and turned into a pillar of salt. So what is Lot's wife's name?" Wu Jue said impatiently.
"I thought you were talking about Rhode Island. Why did it turn into a pillar of salt?" Suran'er was curious about why it turned into a pillar of salt.
"Because of the salt-alkali land or the seaside." Wu Jue raised his head and glanced at Akaful.
"Don't believe Joan of Arc. Whatever she says is what she says. Don't believe the nonsense of these believers. I'm not interested in pillars of salt or anything like that. But I will embed this guy into amethyst." Akaful went up.
A sword.
"Are you taking the initiative?" Kaixuan was a little surprised.
"Joan of Arc will be beaten badly, I bet on a core." Wu Jue deliberately increased the volume.
Every time before Joan of Arc takes action, Akafulle will get stuck at that critical moment and strike before Joan of Arc's action begins.
Joan of Arc was about to slash forward, but before the move could be carried out, Akafleur interrupted Joan of Arc.
"Don't be depressed to death." Qingmu saw clearly that Akafleur had predicted Joan of Arc's actions and planned ahead.
"I don't think I'm sure of winning if I fight him. His speed is comparable to mine." Saoki took a deep breath.
"I have a way to defeat him." Muro said calmly, "Akafleur is also a left-handed monster."
Akaful also holds the sword in his left hand, but when he fought Triumph in the last game, he still held the sword in his right hand, and the sword usually hangs on the right side.
Akafulle forced Joan of Arc not to fall into his own trap and played hard to get, which made it difficult for Joan of Arc to decide.
"If you delay any longer, I'll give you zero points." Wu Jue felt bored.
Akafleur didn't pay much attention to any rules, and relied solely on brute force. Joan of Arc's neck was scratched.
Joan of Arc knew that she had lost, and seeing that Akafleur's spirit was a little relaxed, she once again tried to turn the tide of the battle.
"Why do you feel like it still doesn't work?" Richelieu was a little nervous.
"Joan of Arc is nothing more than that." Vauquelin saw that Joan of Arc could not defeat Akafulle at all.
"This is stupid. Sword fighting is the most unwise. The main event will come later." Algeria looked at Joan of Arc's movements very clumsily.
"I don't want to play with you anymore." Akafleur lost his patience.
Watching Joan of Arc struggling endlessly.
"Sil, watch carefully. I'll demonstrate it to you. You'll want to do this later. Then, the heavier, the better."
Kavler said, aiming at Joan of Arc's right shoulder.
He turned around, raised his leg and kicked up, knocking down Joan of Arc.
"If you look at it this way, your legs are so long." Suran'er saw that Joan of Arc had fallen.
"I'm 178, so of course my legs are longer." Akaful felt that there was no difference between Su Laner's words and what he didn't say.
"This is too unreasonable. Or, you are showing off your legs." Zhan Xian felt that what Akafulle did was too much.
"Of course I am, let me show off how long my legs are." Akafleur said this deliberately as he looked at the person who asked the question, Zhan Wei.
"Don't you feel that your pants are a little fat? I suggest you wear tight pants. Your boots are too long. Change them to shorter ones, which will make your legs look longer." Qingmu said and started to laugh.
"You just say she is a dwarf and her legs are not as long as yours. Wouldn't that be enough?" Sigmund felt that Akaful was unnecessary.
"I don't understand. We need to show some respect to Warspite, the old lady, no, the old knight." Akafleur watched as Reckless and the others were helped away by Joan of Arc.
"Old lady? Is War Exhaustion very big? I heard that Hood is over 20 years old, he seems to be older than me." Muro's eyes were locked on Hood.
"It is said that Warspite is already over 30 years old, and so is their queen." Akafleur felt some pain in his feet.
"How many is 30? 39 is also 30." Su Lan'er was counting the beans in his hand.
"You have some." Wales spoke.
"I forgot, which other knight is there?" Akafleur continued to ask.
"Jean Bart, knight of the Holy See." Jean Bart couldn't help it anymore.
"Oh, I blew up your church. I also robbed it later. If you want to beat me, just come." Akafleur looked up and down at Jean Bart.
"I can cut you down with five swords, so you might as well forget it. You have the energy of a siren, so can I acquiesce that you are our undercover agent?" Akafleur began to deliberately intensify the conflict.
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"Thank you, but we have parted ways." Jean Bart came over with a firm pace.
"Is this group of battleships the last one to be completed? But the era of battleships is over, and the rest will be the world of sirens." Akaful knew very little about Jean Bart.
"The era of battleships is over? Then let me ask you, when did you kill Richelieu? Yes, battleships will be eliminated by the times, but my era has just begun." Jean Bart saw it correctly.
The core that hangs on Akaf's heart.
"I won't use any chivalry towards you." Jean Barr knew that he couldn't defeat Akafleur, but for the sake of a breath, he could only do this.
"You should go back and lie down." Akafleur had already discovered Jean Bal's intention.
What Jean Bart wanted was his own core, so he was willing to be beaten.
Akafleur quickly defeated Jean Bart.
"I was touched by you. It's true." Akafleur felt very scared and was almost taken away by Jean Barr.
"If nothing happens, don't be brave." Algeria looked at the dejected Jean Bart.
"Are there any more?" Akaful began to pant.
"I am worthy of being your opponent." George V replied.
"Okay." Akafleur didn't care.
"Okay, Wales and York, go ahead." George V pushed out.
"What does this mean?" Akaful asked.
"What we mean is that after the fight between you two, you can get down to business. Isn't that the purpose of your coming here?" George V did not ask for trouble, and had already settled the matter.
The love was spoken out.
"That's right! That's the purpose." The Duke looked at George V and admitted it, and he was even more confirmed. This time, he didn't even have to think about it, it was the Duke of Wales and York.
"You can all pick your opponents, you picked the Cavaliers, why can't we pick?" Wales planned to change someone.
"What do you mean, you're a fish-eye." Sigmund was a little unhappy.
"Let me translate it for you. What you mean by Dead Fish Eyes Wales is to choose one of you to be our opponent, one picks two." The Duke of York has already chosen the target.
"Why? What conditions are you still negotiating?" Akafleur didn't know where the courage came from.
"Okay, you can choose whatever you want." Wu Jue agreed.
"I choose him!" Wales has made his choice, and he chooses Frank Diffie.
"Look at me, I'm hopeless. I choose Muro." The Duke of York smiled at Muro.
"Me?" Frank Diffi knew what Wales meant, and Wales felt weak.
"Okay. I'll go first." Rankedife stood up. "Lend it to me for a moment. Thank you." Rankediffe took Akafleur's sword and went up.
"Welsh must be out of his mind. If he chooses Muro, his winning rate will be higher." Aishal felt a little incredible.
"As for Frank Diffie and Muro, the Duke of York is smarter. Now I really want to know why Hood couldn't defeat Bismarck because he was tricked by Wales." Sigmund looked at Syl who had already run to the heavy side.
Sakura's home port.
Wales was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Frank Defee would attack so neatly, hitting the vital point every time.
"You're not bad." Wales gritted his teeth and kept applying pressure.
"Do you need it? I'll give you some face." Rankedife asked back.
"Okay, I won't appreciate it." Wales felt that it was very troublesome and difficult.
"Are you dreaming?" Frank Defee started to look at Wales' legs. Wales was in a panic. Frank Defee was completely out of line with common sense, which made Wales very upset.
"Wales has lost." The Duke of York has seen the results.
"This is not good. It seems that the training is not enough." George V felt that Wales's performance was somewhat unsatisfactory.
"If you are not strong enough, you can only protect everything that belongs to the royal family." George V began training for Wales.
"I won." Rankediffe said with a smile on his face.
"Fool, I knew you were unreliable." The Duke of York saw Muro coming and walked towards him.
"Excuse me." Muro smiled and nodded, then quickly drew his knife, and the blade grazed the Duke of York's hair and passed.
"I feel like the relationship between Aishal and Muro is very strange." Hood patted Wales on the shoulder.
"What's so strange?" Guanghui didn't know either.
"Two people like each other." Hood was sure, but Wales didn't believe it.
"You're going to lose." Muro pulled the knife into its sheath, and a few hairs of the Duke of York's ears fell down.
"The sun has gone down and the weather is getting colder." Akaful felt his legs hurt when he looked at a group of people.
"It feels like it's getting cold. I really admire them from Wales. If they want grace rather than warmth, then don't freeze to death." Akafleur began to be afraid of the cold.
"This seems to be the biggest difference from them. When people come, be prepared." Wu Jue looked at Veronica who came later.
"Get ready to fight!" George V also saw it, and a large amount of mass production was coming quickly.
The way to appear this time was very special. Four mass-produced aircraft carriers cleared the way, with two people on each.