Chapter 1348: A difficult turn

The sharpness of the Gryffindor sword is unquestionable. Today, Maca has never seen anything that cannot be cut. In the hands of Harry, who was able to wield his enemy, it was hard to overstate it.
Of course, it may not be destroyed when facing a series of magic items of the same level, such as the Monument of Bewitching and Mirror of Devour. After all, if it can be done, then Haierbo may have been eliminated as early as the four founders of Hogwarts?
Now, this time, Gryffindor's sword has once again proved that its sharp edge is almost unstoppable.
When Harry straddled the flying broom and followed behind Maca and rushed towards the dazzling rune array, the silver-bright sword-shaped body reflected light, and a silver-like trail was drawn in this final sprint. Eye-catching brilliance like a ribbon.
As she rushed to the black figure lying on her back, Maca, who was leading the way to ensure Harry's safety, evaded slightly, giving room for Harry to follow.
Only one hit! Regardless of success or failure, one touch at a time!
"boom!"
哈 Under Harry's vigorous swing of the sword, Yinguang drew a semicircle instantly, and landed on the black neck with great accuracy.
He must admit that this demon's body is indeed stronger than ever. As soon as the blade touched the opponent's skin, Harry immediately felt a resistance-it was definitely more laborious than when he had previously cut the shields of the black pupil wizards.
即便 Even so, however, the Gryffindor sword still proved its sharpness in fact.
He saw that although Harry's sword was blocked, he still cut into the devil's black "skin" with a single blow, even deepening to a third. If you can make two more cuts at the same position, you might be able to decapitate it on the spot.
However, regardless of the difficulty of hitting the same spot ... Harry remembered Maca's words very well. He didn't regret or hesitate, and immediately wanted to draw back his sword after a fall.
I know that at this moment, the black demon who had been lying on the ground with his eyes closed closed his eyes and opened his eyes with a cold hand.
Harry drew his whole strength, and 愣 didn't twitch.
"Say! Stupid, let go-"
It wasn't Maca's shout, because it was so low that Harry, who was nervous at the moment, almost didn't hear it clearly. It was Maca beside him, and when he heard that voice, he realized who was talking.
As soon as he arrived, Maca shot Harry's hand with the hilt of his backhand away, then pushed him back.
"Take out the sorting cap, where can you take the sword directly from it! Then, remember what I said when I came? Now you have to go--"
Harry was almost pushed off the broom by that moment. But with Maca's reminder, he dropped the Gryffindor sword for a while, and turned away with the fastest acceleration. As he went away, he deliberately turned his head and glanced behind him while pulling the sorting hat out of the bag with one hand.
"Maca ..."
The moment he turned around, Harry saw that the man who had just been cut in his neck had already climbed up. Then, when he saw it lightly, he took off the Gryffindor sword that was stuck on his neck.
"嘭!"
In order to keep the demon in case Harry had an accident, Maca had to wave her staff again to cast the power of the cooling rule. Even knowing that it was not effective against the other party, it would be enough just to restrain it before Harry left.
With the sound of ice crystals condensing, the ultra-cold cold current instantly passed by, and the nearby ground was coated with a layer of hoarfrost.
As for the black demon, at least temporarily frozen in a stack of translucent large ice cubes.
The next moment, Maca saw through the ice, and the Gryffindor sword in the other's hand suddenly disappeared out of thin air. He knew that Harry should have pulled the sword out of the sorting hat.
"It's a convenient feature."
He murmured secretly, and immediately the piece of ice near the opponent's neck disappeared, and then straightened the staff to the wound that Harry had just cut with the Gryffindor sword.
Even if it is only cut to a third of the depth, it is already serious enough. If it is changed to a normal human, it will definitely be bloody.
But when Maca's staff quickly stabbed past, she finally found something wrong. That is undoubtedly another ability of this so-called "devil"-self-healing!
"Fry me!"
Maca's grasp of flames is naturally not as good as Haierbo's, but at least the modern spell is obviously not a problem. And when the high-temperature flame and the extremely low-temperature cold current meet in each other's neck, he thinks that this should give a little effect, right?
After all, it was blown up directly in the wound Harry saw!
"Boom--"
爆炸 This explosion is actually not very dynamic, because it is not only covered by the devil's body, but also blocked by frozen ice. When a large number of ice crystals scattered, Maca took a step back while resisting the shock that the close-range detonation was bound to face.
"Ok?"
This time, Maca finally saw that her attack worked-the wound that was being repaired has become a fist-sized eye defect.
It's just ~ EbookFREE.me ~ that makes Maca lightly, but it is the blood that oozes red in the wound!
In fact, this "devil's body" was originally shaped on the basis of Muriel's body. After the ritual ended, it was assimilating the body of Muriel inside, and now it is almost half completed.
If it was completely assimilated by this demon, the strength of this body may be even higher than it is now.
"Blood?"
For Maca, it's hard to tell who the blood is, but he doesn't really care who it is wrapped in the black body.
Because he only needs to understand what he is going to do next ...
炸 Fried again!
But just a second after Maca decided to duplicate the explosion just the same time ago, the black demon whose neck was half blown out stretched out a hand and caught it quickly and accurately His staff.
At that moment, Maka felt a strange feeling, as if ... yes, it was as if the demon in front of her had suddenly changed.
He has a very different sense of disobedience than before.
"Haierbo?"
In fact, in Maca's perception, it should not be the breath of Haier Bo, but he still subtly frowned and said the name.
And then--
"Are you ... Maka McLean?"
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