Chapter 1349

There is no doubt that Gryffindor's sword is sharp. Up to now, Maka has never seen anything that it can't cut. In the hands of Harry, who was able to wave it against the enemy, it was too much to say that he was invincible.

Of course, perhaps in the face of a series of magic items of the same level, such as the bewitching Monument and the devouring mirror, it can not be destroyed. After all, if it could be done, I'm afraid Haier Bo would have been eliminated as early as the period of the four founders of Hogwarts?

Now this time, Gryffindor sword has once again proved that its sharpness is almost unstoppable.

As Harry straddled the broomstick and followed Marca straight to the faint Rune array, the silver mirror like body of the sword reflected light and pulled out a dazzling light like a silver ribbon in the final sprint.

When she was about to rush to the black figure lying on her back, Marca, who was in front of Harry to ensure Harry's safety, gave way to Harry who was closely behind.

One hit only! Regardless of success or failure, one touch and go!

"Bang!"

Under Harry's powerful sword, the silver light instantly drew a semicircle and fell on the black neck with great accuracy.

It must be admitted that the devil's body is indeed stronger than ever. Just as soon as the blade touched each other's skin, Harry immediately felt a resistance - which was definitely much more laborious than cutting the shield of the black pupil wizards before.

However, even so, Gryffindor sword still proves its sharpness with facts.

Although Harry's sword was blocked, he still cut into the devil's black "skin" with one blow, even reaching one-third of the depth. If you can cut it twice in the same position, you may be able to behead it on the spot.

However, regardless of the difficulty of hitting the same position... Harry remembered Marca's words very well. Without regret or hesitation, he immediately wanted to draw his sword back after he wrote it down.

But who knows, at this time, the black devil who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, his right hand stretched out coldly and clutched it on the silver glittering sword.

Harry drew with all his strength and was stunned.

"Let go! Fool, let go -"

This was not Marca's cry, because it was so small that Harry, who was nervous for a moment, almost didn't hear it clearly. On the contrary, it was Marca around him. As soon as she heard the voice, she realized who was talking.

At that moment, Marca clapped Harry's hand on the handle with a backhand, and then pushed him back.

"Take out the branch hat. You can take the sword directly from it! Then, remember what I said when I came? Now you have to go -"

Harry was pushed so hard that he almost fell off the broom. However, reminded by Maka, he left Gryffindor's sword temporarily and turned his head to leave with the fastest acceleration. When he was far away, he took out the branch hat from his bag with one hand and turned his head to look behind him.

"Maka..."

At that moment, Harry saw that the big black man who had just been cut off by himself had climbed up. Then, with a slight effort, he easily took off the Gryffindor sword stuck around his neck.

"Bang!"

In order to keep the devil and avoid Harry's accident, Maka had to wave the staff again to cool the rules. Even if he knew it would be invalid to the other party, it would be enough to contain Harry before he left completely.

With the sound of a burst of ice crystal condensation, the ultra-low temperature cold current passed in an instant, coating the nearby ground with a layer of white frost.

As for the black devil, at least temporarily, he was frozen in a lump of translucent ice.

The next moment, Maka saw through the ice that the Gryffindor sword held by the other party suddenly disappeared out of thin air. He knew that Harry should have pulled the sword out of the branch hat again.

"What a convenient feature."

He murmured, then instantly eliminated the piece of ice close to each other's neck, and then stabbed the wand directly into the wound Harry had just cut with the Gryffindor sword.

Even if it's only cut into a third of the depth, it's serious enough. If it's a normal human, it's already full of blood.

But when Maka's staff passed quickly, she finally found something wrong. That is undoubtedly another ability of this so-called "devil" - self-healing!

"Blow it up!"

Maka's mastery of fire is naturally far less than that of halbo, but at least the modern magic spell is obviously not a problem. When the high-temperature flame and the ultra-low temperature cold current meet in each other's neck, he thinks it's time to give some effect?

After all, it was blown up directly in the wound Harry saw!

"Boom -"

In fact, the explosion was not very quiet, because it was not only covered by the devil's body, but even blocked by the frozen ice. When a large number of ice crystals scattered and splashed, Maka only stepped back while resisting the impact that would inevitably be faced by close detonation.

"Huh?"

This time, Maka finally saw the success of her attack - the wound she was repairing had become a fist sized eye defect.

However, what makes Maka suddenly light is that red blood quietly seeps out of the wound!

In fact, this "devil's body" was originally shaped on the basis of Muriel's body. After the ceremony, it was assimilating the body of Muriel inside, and now it has actually completed most of it.

If it is completely assimilated by this demon, the strength of this body may be higher than it is now.

"Blood?"

For Maka, it's hard to tell whose blood it is, but he doesn't care who is wrapped in the black body.

Because he just needs to understand what he's going to do next

Blow it up again!

But just the second Maka decided to replicate the explosion just now, the black devil with half his neck blown out stretched out a hand and grabbed his staff quickly and accurately.

At that moment, Maka noticed a strange feeling, as if... Yes, as if the demon in front of her suddenly changed someone.

There is a very different sense of disobedience from before.

"Haier Bo?"

In fact, in Maka's perception, it should not be Haier Bo's breath, but he subconsciously frowned and said the name.

And then——

"Are you... Marca McLean?"