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Over there, black smoke loomed over the city, and over here, black flames filled the sky.

Anyone who looks at it will shudder and run away. By the way, he muttered: Will there be internal strife among dark wizards?

No matter how you look at it, the battle taking place here does not look like a battle between good and evil, but more like a battle between two groups of black magic.

Real rush!

There's smoke and fire, and it's all black!

A handful of black flames divided the battlefield and formed a hemispherical barrier, trapping Remy and all the Death Eaters within it.

Looking at the Death Eaters who had forgotten to continue attacking due to shock, Remy was still a little confused about how to arrange them, but he did not stop at this point in time.

No matter how you arrange them, that will be a matter for later. Now, beat them up first!

"After ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried it.

Show the king today, who has any injustice? "

Reciting a good poem, Remy took out a sword and flicked the blade, and the sword suddenly let out a dragon roar!

"This sword is called Shang Fang. It is five feet long and weighs half a catty. It is made of strips of narrow-headed hairtail and deep sea crystals. It has been marinated for 81 days in a cold cellar for ten thousand years!" Remi introduced while stroking the blade of the sword. .

After listening to Remy's introduction, the Death Eaters who were originally shocked by the black fire magic used by Remy were suddenly even more shocked, and they all felt an unknown awe.

Seeing the Death Eaters being restrained again, Remy snorted coolly, raised his Shang Fang sword and stabbed the nearest person instantly.

"Nirvana: Salted Fish Stab!"

"Ahh~"

Bang!

But when he heard the dragon roar again, he saw a huge hairtail-like shadow emerging from the tip of the sword. It only took an instant to stab his chest, sending him flying out and hitting a stone pillar hard.

One person suddenly suffered a misfortune, and the others woke up one after another and hurriedly waved their magic wands at Remy.

Suddenly magic hit Remy like a huge wave.

Facing the turbulent waves, Remi was not afraid in the face of danger and could only focus his eyes, turned over his hand and stabbed out the Shang Fang sword in his hand again.

"Special move: Group: Salted Fish Stab!"

Bang bang bang bang!

The dragon roared one after another, and the fish-like shadows effortlessly pierced through the huge waves and hit one of the Death Eaters, knocking them all away. For a while, screams and groans of pain were endless.

"Hmph! How dare shrimp soldiers and crab generals make trouble in front of this Sea King?"

Seeing that the Death Eater was struggling to get up from the ground, Remy snorted again and appeared in front of him in a flash.

Holding the tail of the hairtail, Remy...ah, no, holding the hilt of Shang Fang's sword, Remy swung it hard at the opponent's head.

Because he had good intentions and did not want to cause more killings, although he swung the sword towards the opponent's head, he did not hurt the enemy with the edge. He only hit the enemy's face with the blade of the sword, so as to teach the incoming attacker to retreat when he saw difficulties.

While swinging his sword, he heard Remy singing loudly.

"The cold ice fish slaps you in the face randomly!"

Snapped!

"Warm nosebleeds mixed with tears!"

Snapped!

"The color in front of me was suddenly covered up!"

clap clap!

"My shadow lingers mercilessly around you!"

Snapped!

"Tom betrays you like an executioner!"

Snapped!

"Your face is being brutally slaughtered by salted fish!"

clap clap clap!

"A debt to the wrong person!"

Snapped!

"You have to voluntarily accept the most painful accident!"

clap clap clap!

……

In just a moment, Remy sheathed his sword and stood in the middle of the barrier, with no one around him to look at him levelly.

The Death Eaters fell to the ground in a mess, wailing incessantly, and their faces were swollen bigger than a bathtub. They were afraid that even if their biological mothers came, they would not be able to identify who was whose son and who was whose mother. .

Lighting a lollipop for himself, Remy looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle and sighed: How lonely it is to be invincible.

“It’s so cold at high places, it’s easy to say goodbye and hard to see.

Looking back on five years, when will the bright moon shine on me again? "

Reciting another nondescript poem, Remy glanced at the Death Eaters on the ground, and then waved.

But seeing the black flames all around, they rushed towards Remy and the sword in his hand, strengthening it into a black flame blade.

Not far away, Voldemort, who was laughing loudly and suppressing Harry firmly in a corner, turned his head as if he was aware of it. When he saw Remy walking towards him holding a five-foot black blade, he laughed loudly. The sound stopped suddenly.

"I didn't expect you to get rid of them so quickly... What a bunch of rubbish!" Voldemort snorted, continuing to suppress Harry with one hand, while waving his wand towards Remy with the other hand.

In the previous battle, he suppressed Harry with one hand without using it!

Facing the incoming green light, which is a symbol of identity, even Remy couldn't help but shrink his pupils and swung his sword to strike - he didn't want to be dyed green!

He swung the sword and wanted to withdraw it and then strike again, but Remy was surprised to find that Voldemort actually used the killing curse to continuously output magic!

In desperation, Remy had no choice but to activate the black flames on the sword to fight against Voldemort's green light, and... counterattack!

Seeing that Remy could still withstand his attack step by step just like the last time, Voldemort's face became more and more ugly as Remy got closer.

He couldn't accept what was happening in front of him no matter what!

"You don't think I haven't improved at all these years, do you? Remy Barrett!"

With a roar, Voldemort slowly retracted his arm, and then swung it out violently the next moment.

As the wand was waved again, the green light of the death curse suddenly more than doubled in size, and even a lot of black light appeared in the middle.

However, as Voldemort exerted his strength, the situation did not change drastically. Even because Remy also exerted his strength, he moved forward faster!

This completely broke Voldemort's defense. He roared and swung Harry away with a forceful palm, then grabbed the wand with both hands and pushed forward with force.

Not only was he pushing the wand forward, he even began to actively approach Remy.

As he got closer and closer to Remy, the black and green light released by the wand in his hand became thicker and thicker, and finally...

Bang!

The magic wand exploded!

Voldemort frowned on his extremely abstract face and hurriedly waved his hand to release a large amount of black energy to protect himself. The next moment, he was blasted away by a black pillar of fire.

In just an instant, the black fire pillar blasted hundreds of meters, burning everything in its path.

"Oops! You used too much force!"

"Would it scare Voldemort away?"

After shaking off the black flames on Shang Fang's sword, Remi touched his trouser pocket with one hand, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

If Voldemort was frightened by him and took this opportunity to run away, then his work for more than half a year would have been in vain!

Just when Remy was feeling uneasy, suddenly, a roar sounded from a distance.

"Remy! Barrett!!!"

Listening to this roar that seemed to eat him alive, Remy smiled and breathed a huge sigh of relief.

If you didn’t run, then… there’s no need to run!