The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"The victory of our first group has already been seen, and Mr. Zirol from Hogwarts has won"!

Mr. Bagman smacked his mouth with a hint of dejection, as if he had not seen enough.

"After this day's competition, I found that the use of cold weapons is indeed much more exciting than the duel of wands."

Fudge, who was sitting on the high platform, let out a sigh.

"The wand battle is less of a life-threatening tension, and the sparks between the weapons are more exciting."

Xu Lin nodded in agreement.

"Then this game is about weapons hitting each other."

Yamamoto, who had been silent for a while, suddenly stood up, with a sinister smile on his face.

"Shenzhou players still use magic wands, but I think you will pay the price for your underestimation."

There seemed to be a smug look on Mr. Yamamoto's face.

"Oh? How did you know that the Shenzhou players were using magic wands?"

Xu Lin was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a half-smile.

"what"?

Dumbledore blinked in surprise.

Shen Jian's wand really surprised him, but that's because this wand really represented the top of Chinese wand science and alchemy, and it had nothing to do with the student of the Shenzhou Auror School.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the last game of the second round. The contestants are Mr. Ishihara from the Magic Institute and Mr. Shen from the Peking Auror School"!

"To be honest, I'm surprised that China will send Aurors to the stage, but Mr. Shen's performance really surprised us, so don't gossip, I'll announce it now"...

"Game start"!

Mr. Bagman suddenly raised his arms and shouted, and many spectators in the stands were taken aback.

"Huh? Why didn't they start?"

After a moment of waiting, there were whispers from the audience in the stands.

Neither Shen Jian nor Ishihara on the duel ground made their first move, but their muscles were tensed, and they stood there staring at each other with dignified expressions, but neither of them had any intention of moving forward.

"What's wrong? Why not start"?

Fudge thought the microphone was broken, so he hurriedly asked.

"Minister Fudge, in a duel of evenly-matched masters, the first action to represent the person first has a flaw. This is completely different from the duel you use magic wands."

Xu Lin watched the arena very calmly, but in fact, her palms were already full of cold sweat.

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The two people on the field looked at each other, neither of them made the first move.

Shen Jian's eyes didn't leave the opponent's katana, and Ishihara kept staring at the blood-red magic wand.

For some reason, the young man in front of him who dared to fight him with only a wand gave him a very strong sense of oppression.

Ishihara used to force himself to hold the sword steadily when practicing the sword. Over time, when he was posing, even if someone set off firecrackers beside him, his hand would not shake at all.

But right now, Ishihara had a sticky cold sweat on his palms, which made him even unable to hold his own hilt!

"calm down".

Ishihara kept talking to himself in his heart.

Kendo is not about you coming and going like other martial arts. Both sides will stare for tens of seconds or even tens of minutes when raising the sword.

In the sword, light and sword shadow, the two passed by, and the one who fell must be the one who lost in momentum just now.

Before the sword is raised, the victory or defeat is already decided. This is the true meaning of kendo.

Gu Li≈lt;/span≈gt; But if a person can no longer hold his own knife, then the person is probably dead.

"The way you hold the knife is very standard."

Shen Jian lightly stepped forward and walked towards this side.

"Standards can never be forgotten by any Chinese citizen."

Gently turning the wand in his hand, the long shining dense silver rod slowly wrapped the wand, and then extended to both ends.

"Who gave you this kind of guts? Make you dare to use the blade of your samurai sword to aim at a Shenzhou person in this day and age"?

Shen Jian's tone was very calm, just like the calm clouds before the storm, which contained endless anger under the dead silence.

The stretched dense silver outlines the rudiment of the sickle, and the dazzling green spreads on the blade and thorns. A cold wind suddenly blows in the field, and the howling wind is like the cry of a wronged soul.

"The snake venom contributed by the second ancestor is very suitable for sweeping away the dregs."

The sharp thorns at the end of the sickle rod penetrated deeply into the wooden dueling platform, and Shen Jian immediately pulled up the war sickle and swept the outer blade towards Ishihara's waist!

"brush"!

The head of the scythe brought a gust of wind and swept fiercely towards the player from the magic institute on the other end.

The wind took away the moisture from the cold sweat, and Ishihara felt cold all over at that moment.

"Can't escape"!

"clang"!

With a loud noise of gold and iron, Ishihara deflected the blade of the scythe with a samurai sword at the critical moment, ensuring that he would not be cut in half by a single blow.

His hands became numb from the vibration just now, Ishihara felt his palms get hot, he lowered his head, and found that his tiger's mouth had been broken and bleeding.

"laugh"!

With a sharp wind sound, Shen Jian turned his sickle into a spear, and stabbed Ishihara's front heart with the sharp thorns on the lower part of the sickle shaft!

"thump"!

Ishihara no longer dared to take into account the image of a samurai this time, and hurriedly fell sideways to the ground~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The thorns flashing with green light whistled past his shoulders and ripped through his clothes, but there were no thorns. medium body.

"call"!

Shen Jian raised his scythe aloft and slashed towards Ishihara, who was lying on the ground.

Ishihara still used his limbs against the ground without any image, and with all his strength, he stepped back a little in a hurry.

The tip of the sickle swiped across his crotch, turning his trousers into open-crotch pants, and then stabbed hard into the wooden board, making a dull sound.

Ishihara jumped up at this opportunity, raised his samurai sword with both hands, and slashed down with all his strength according to Shen Jian who was trying to pull up the sickle!

"be careful"!

Shen Meng saw such a scene on the high platform and broke into a lot of cold sweat for her brother.

"Boom"!

With a muffled sound, Ishihara was kicked by Shen Jian in the middle of his ribs, flew backwards several meters, and fell heavily on the duel platform with the back of his head on the ground.

As soon as Shen Jian planned the plan, he used the sickle that had been stuck to take advantage of it, and it was a relief to go up.

This kick directly opened Ishihara's trachea. He exhausted all his strength and couldn't continue to get up. He could only lie on the ground and kept coughing.

It's just that the mucus coughed out is pink, and the redness is gradually deepening.

Shen Jian gently pulled the sickle out of the wooden board, then walked to Ishihara, who had fallen to the ground, and lifted it up high.

The green blade reflected the light of the sun, and then slashed the air and slashed towards Ishihara on the ground!

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