novelslam Chapter 846 The invisible blade is the deadliest!
Chapter 846 The invisible blade is the deadliest!
Chapter 846 The invisible blade is the deadliest!
For so many years in the time loop, William not only stole from Voldemort, but also learned from Dumbledore, and even Snape and other professors, he did not let go.
This does not let go, it does not only refer to skills such as potions, but also self-created magic.
Dumbledore is an old artist with both virtue and art, and Voldemort specializes in dark and SM styles.
Snape was neither virtuous nor dark, but in terms of the invention of black magic, he was definitely an unknown talent... he could be called brilliant.
Many of the magics he created, even William thought they were ingenious.
William not only knows how to use it, but also can play it well.
For example... Shenfeng Wuying!
William did a fancy sword trick, put away the goblin sword, and a wand appeared in his left hand.
Two-handed staff.
For a time, the magic power surged.
The inconspicuous torrential rain over the entire island exploded before it even hit the ground.
The lightning that Voldemort continued to hit was also smashed instantly as if hit by an invisible blade.
The invisible blade is the deadliest!
This is the mystery of Snape's magic.
Wherever the eye can see and where the curse is directed, it is the performance of this black magic.
As William waved his hands, there were circles of ripples around him, with different heights, like countless small stones hitting the surface of a calm lake.
It was a wonderful picture of rainwater being hit by Shenfeng Wuying.
After a while,
Ripples finally disappeared!
It's not that the torrential rain has stopped, but that countless invisible gods have no shadows, like a big umbrella, isolating the rain.
If someone looks down from a high altitude, they can see a very strange picture:
High in the sky, the rain is still falling rapidly, and the place [-] meters away seems to be covered by a barrier, separating the inside and the outside!
Without the interference of rain, Shenfeng Wuying was completely "invisible and invisible", and the attack trajectory was completely invisible.
Voldemort suddenly turned his head, and at the same time, a ray of invisible attack brushed his cheek.
If the Dark Lord had a nose, this blow might have cut off his nose, but unfortunately he didn't... Only a wound appeared on his face out of thin air, oozing black blood.
The so-called black magic... is not only sharp, it is as simple as that, and it also has the effect of continuous serious injury.
Voldemort was shaped like a bat, his robes fluttered, and he flew backwards.
Another wave of attacks flew across the chest, cutting off some strips of black robe cloth.
The Dark Lord hid quickly, but the forbidding triangular building in Azkaban was not so lucky.
Numerous deep grooves were blasted on the wall, and the black robe cloth that hadn't landed was crushed to powder almost instantly.
William narrowed his eyes, held his wand, and twisted it quickly with both hands.
Countless Taoist fronts without shadows formed an invisible cage with nowhere to hide, trapping Voldemort in it.
The Dark Lord smiled coldly, and stepped on the ground with bare feet, all the soil on the ground was lifted up, and a rising mud curtain confronted the pouring attack.
William held his wands together,
He read softly:
"break!"
Shenfeng Wuying tore through the soil, and was about to dismember Voldemort's body. The Dark Lord's face was sullen, and he shook his wrist silently, turning into a cloud of black mist.
The cage formed by Shenfeng Wuying was hit in the black mist, and countless poisonous snakes swam out, like a catastrophe from a python.
They fled in all directions, hissing viciously again.
The Dark Lord is gone.
William's eyes rolled, as if looking for Voldemort's figure.
A poisonous snake that got into the corner opened its mouth without warning, and spit out a green light sinisterly.
"Avada Kedavra!"
William didn't turn around, just pointed his toes, and jumped to avoid the death curse.
In the distance was another poisonous snake, which opened its mouth, and shot out a second death curse from the completely opposite angle.
William, who was in mid-air, rotated his wand calmly. Where the tip of the wand pointed, a poisonous snake swelled several meters, stood upright, and blocked him.
The third death curse came, and William turned into a sea eagle, spread his wings and flew into the air, avoiding the attack.
This is where the danger of this black magic lies.
Voldemort conjures countless poisonous snakes, which can swim freely in the snake's body and continuously shoot death curses.
Not to mention being caught off guard, the speed increased, and even caused the terrifying effect of launching countless death curses at the same time.
And in such a place where apparition cannot be seen, it is even more difficult to avoid.
During the time loop, William died under this black magic more than 300 times.
It can be called insidious and vicious.
Therefore, the Dark Lord must be killed, and he must be killed as soon as possible.
Waiting for Voldemort to develop new black magic, William may be tricked.
Most of the time now, he still fights according to the combat experience of the time cycle, so as to create a situation where he is barely defeated.
The strength of the Dark Lord is evident!
William raised one hand, twirled his index finger slightly, and countless golden arrows flashed away, drawing slender trails in the air.
Like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, it nailed the black snake to the ground.
The black mist reappeared, forming Voldemort's figure.
He also wondered why Stark could always break through his invincible killing moves very quickly.
Even Dumbledore can't be so easy, right? !
So, Stark must kill, and kill as soon as possible!
At the age of 17, he is already so powerful. If he is given another two years to grow up, what else is there for him? !
The Dark Lord glanced at his right hand, and was suddenly furious again.
This fierce battle caused the toxin in his arm to continue to spread!
If this continues, I'm afraid it won't last half a year, and I will be "reborn" again.
But I can't bear Potter's aunt's blood!
Snape is such a trash, the antidote can't be made, so I asked you to steal it. After half a year of stealing, there is no news.
I only troubled you when I went back!
William didn't know that because of him, the respected and good teacher, Professor Snape, was about to suffer an indiscriminate disaster.
But it didn't matter if he knew, anyway, Snape would take it out on Harry when he got angry.
Moreover, all of William's attention was focused on the Dark Lord.
Look at Voldemort, ready for a quick fight.
There is a layer of sky-blue arc-shaped magic spell on the silver-white edge, like a crescent-shaped scimitar, suddenly appearing in mid-air, and coming straight.
The curse hangs half a meter above William's head, trembling and unable to enter.
Magic power flowed all over his body, with layer upon layer of aura. His right hand seemed to be raised slowly, and he flicked it lightly, and it hit the top of the wand.
Even though it was flicked on the wand, the arc-shaped spell was swaying non-stop.
Countless gods began to shoot out from all directions without a shadow, and landed on Voldemort's spell.
The spell was severely damaged and shortened at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.
William did not retreat but advanced, every step was startled.
And the curse of 40 meters is also shortening, from 40 meters, 30 meters, until ten meters... William finally exhausted and stopped.
When he withdrew his hand, the offensive that was originally blocked seemed to be waiting for this moment. It was menacing, and its power was far more than just a little bit.
William slid back some distance, jumped up lightly, with two wands at the front.
between wands,
Glory exploded.
Two gusts of wind, majestic and fierce, blew all his hair back and forth.
William pressed his wand down with both hands.
The curse was forced down into the ground, tearing the arch and turning a huge gully.
A loud bang.
Like a winter thunder resounding through the sky, it exploded in the North Sea.
The earth tore out a gully whose width and length were gradually increasing.
This island, which is neither big nor small, was cut in half like tofu on a chopping board.
Even the triangular building—Azkaban, which had never been breached, was divided into two!
The shaking of the small island gradually calmed down, and the heavy rain that had already disappeared finally fell to the world again.
Ding ding dong dong, crisp and sweet.
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(End of this chapter)