From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

With the appearance of the incarnation of the God of Death, the battle in the mirror space has become increasingly fierce.

The professors surrounded the incarnation of Death, and countless spells were fired back and forth in the mirror space. The dark magic of Death was also vividly displayed in the hands of the incarnation.

Dumbledore almost single-handedly blocked most of the dark spells cast by the incarnation of Death, and still had the extra power to counterattack. In comparison, other professors were far behind, and most of them could only extremely

Carefully avoid those difficult spell attacks, and occasionally seize the opportunity to launch an offensive.

Fortunately, there are two masters of potions and herbal medicine, Professor Slughorn and Professor Beerley. They bring a large supply of medicines and can deal with the injuries or loss of strength of some professors in time.

The God of Death probably attached great importance to the Deathly Hallows Invisibility Cloak. The projection that had become very illusory came to Xiwen at some point, and was at an angle with the controlled Barrow, and jointly launched an attack on Xiwen.

attack.

Xiwen only had the sacred sword of Emperor Weishan in his hand, and faced two illusory sickles at the same time, he couldn't help but get a little confused.

Helena was watching extremely anxiously, but she was trying with all her strength to expel the space cracks brought by the God of Death out of the mirror space, and for a moment she couldn't free her hands.

Xiwen caught a glimpse of Helena's anxious look during the fight, and took the time to turn around and shout to her: "I have no problem here, continue what you should do, Helena!"

As he spoke, Xiwen summoned a regular hexagonal matrix in front of him, covered with mysterious runes. Then a golden-red hook sickle with a metallic luster suddenly emerged from the matrix, and was held tightly by Xiwen.

He held it tightly in his free left hand.

The Hoggoth's Hook, once used in the Albanian forest, has been summoned again!

Xiwen flew back dozens of feet, raised his right hand and held the sacred sword of Emperor Weishan in front of his eyes. With his left hand, he stood the Hook of Hogs next to the golden-red sword blade.

A cross-shaped starting position.

"Let's try again now. We have the same number of weapons." He said coldly.

"Your spells are really fancy." The God of Death smiled lowly, without any warmth in his laughter. "Then let me see if your strength is as good as your appearance!"

The next moment, the projections of Barrow and the God of Death slashed at Sivan from two different directions with sickles in hand.

Xiwen took a deep breath, lightly carried the hook sickle behind his back with his left hand, and used the angle between the blade and the spear head to hold the sickle in Barrow's hand. Then, the sacred sword of Emperor Weishan in his right hand nimbly picked

It landed on the handle of the sickle projected by the God of Death, and then slashed the blade along the long pole of the handle towards the position of the God of Death's hands.

Seeing that the situation was not good for him, the God of Death quickly pushed the sickle to the side, interrupting Xiwen's attack, and then quickly withdrew his hand.

Just when the God of Death withdrew the scythe in his hand, the corners of Xiwen's mouth quietly curved.

It turns out that his real target is not the projection of the God of Death at all, but the Bloody Man Barrow who is being controlled on the other side!

Suddenly, the hook in Xiwen's left hand pressed down violently, revealing Barrow's face and his scarlet eyes. The next moment, two bright yellow lights suddenly lit up in Xiwen's eyes - Wei

The trinity of Shandi system spells, Exiz-Tenz Eyes!

Barrow, who was controlled by the God of Death, suddenly felt that all the power in his body could not be used. It was as if at that moment, he lost all the power from the God of Death and returned to an ordinary ghost.

At the same time, Xiwen suddenly started to dance with the hook on his left hand.

He first suppressed the phantom of the sickle that lost its power in Barrow's hand, then raised his hand and made a fierce sweep, cutting Barrow's transparent body in half instantly!

Barrow's face showed an expression of extreme pain, and he lay down stiffly in the air like a dead corpse.

"It's a pity that the Hook of Hogs is not a product of the Demon God and does not contain much power against the soul." The yellow light in Xiwen's eyes slowly dissipated. When he saw that the power of death in Barrow's body began to gradually cut him off again, The two halves of the body were glued together, and he couldn't help but sigh with regret.

At this time, the shadow of the God of Death behind Xiwen also reacted, and the red light in his eyes revealed some anger after being plotted.

He waved the scythe in his hand fiercely, and a purple-black light blade shot out from the place where the scythe was swung. It felt like it was tearing apart the space as soon as it appeared.

Xiwen's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly threw out the Hook of Hogs and the Sacred Sword of Emperor Weishan, and formed the seal again with his free hands.

Immediately, a pale red magic circle quietly appeared in front of him.

Countless weapons with sharp blades emerged from the magic circle. These endless blades even wrapped the hook sickle and the holy sword that Xiwen had just thrown away, and finally turned into a ball of violent energy. The storm suddenly became entangled with the purple-black light blade.

This is Sarnios' Storm of Swords!

Surrounded by countless sharp blades, the purple-black blade only held up for a moment before being torn into flocculent fragments, scattered everywhere, and eventually turned into mist and disappeared.

The boundless sharp blade in the storm did not stop at all after destroying the light blade, and crashed into the death projection in front of it unabated.

Countless tableware, countless tables and chairs, and numerous Halloween decorations copied in the mirror space were torn to pieces indiscriminately by this unique storm. Broken tableware, powdered pumpkin foam, and sawdust from the tables and chairs flew all over the sky. , dusty and chaotic.

Suddenly, it was impossible to tell where was the ceiling and where was the floor of the auditorium in this space.

Xiwen breathed a little tiredly amid the dust and dust in the sky, staring at the slowly dissipating blade storm.

When the dust cleared, a figure half-kneeling in the ruins was revealed in front of him——

The cloak behind him was torn into strips, and the mist that had been covering his face was extremely thin, and the face that had not been revealed so far had a vague feeling.

The projection of the God of Death has obviously become the final straw, the figure is extremely illusory, and the phantom of the sickle in his hand has completely disappeared.

"I want to know how much burden destroying your projection will bring to your body?" Xiwen floated tiredly in front of the embarrassed projection of the God of Death and asked softly.

At the same time, he slowly accumulated the power of the next spell in his hands, preparing to completely annihilate this projection here.

"Scoff." The God of Death did not pay attention to Xiwen's actions, but sneered.

"You may be quite strong, but your flaws are also quite big." He suddenly asked coldly in a low voice. "You should care about the woman over there who controls this space, right?

Mr. Strange?"

"If we held that woman hostage, would you voluntarily hand over the Deathly Hallows?"

Xiwen was startled and immediately looked up at Helena's position.

At this time, Helena was floating stiffly above the auditorium, and there was a sickle exuding an evil aura hanging silently in the air next to her neck. The end of the sickle's handle was barely glued to her body.

of Bloody Balor in hand.

"Let Helena go!"

Seeing this scene, Xiwen's mind immediately became confused and he shouted loudly.

"As long as you hand over the invisibility cloak, we will release this lady immediately." The God of Death smiled coldly, looked up at Xiwen and said. "Don't worry, I have always been trustworthy and I will do what I say.

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"Stephen, don't give him the Deathly Hallows!" Helena shouted hurriedly. "I'm just a soul, nothing may happen!"

"She is just deceiving herself." The God of Death showed no emotion at all, and then said to Xiwen. "I guess you can feel the soul-targeting power contained in this scythe, right?"

Xiwen's face became extremely struggling.

Whether it was handing over the Deathly Hallows or letting Helena be harmed, these were not options he could accept.

"Are you still hesitating? It seems that you won't know the damage my sickle can do to the soul until you try it." Death shook his head and said slowly. "In that case, let this lady try the death sickle.

The power of it!"

As his words fell, Barrow raised the sickle.

However, the next moment, the scarlet light in Barrow's eyes flickered violently, and the sickle in his hand stagnated in the air!

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