Chapter 565 1 is on the verge of breaking out

Xie Ling's appearance was like a ray of light cutting through the thick fog, and when he slowly stepped into the battle circle, the air seemed to be quiet for a moment.

His eyes first fell on Morgan Le Fay, and he raised the corners of his lips slightly, saying in a frivolous tone: "Beautiful Miss Morgan, we meet again. It seems that you have recovered well, and even your arm has grown back."

Morgan's expression froze, and she stared at Xie Lin with extremely complicated eyes. She originally thought that even if her palm didn't kill Xie Lin, it would be enough to make Xie Lin lie down for several months. She didn't expect that he would recover to his peak condition so quickly. Her eyes flickered slightly, and she suddenly looked behind him subconsciously, as if looking for something.

Xie Lin saw through her thoughts and smiled leisurely: "No need to look for her, she didn't come."

Morgan's pupils shrank slightly. The "she" that Xie Lin mentioned was the terrible sniper that day. The power of that shot was unforgettable to her. With that level of shooting skills, she had no doubt that the other party deliberately avoided her vital points. She was able to escape that day thanks to the original owner of this body.

"However, whether she is here or not, don't think you can leave here easily today." Xie Lin's tone was calm, but it contained a cold threat.

Morgan snorted coldly: "You underestimate me too much."

Despite her tough talk, she couldn't help but think back to the sudden gunshot that day and the bone-deep fear that followed. She fled in panic that time not because of Xie Lin, but because of the mysterious sniper in the dark who could take her life at any time.

After hearing Xie Lin's words, she became even more confused. There was no other way. A sniper who could attack from a very long distance was too intimidating.

(Although she saw Natalie last time, it was in the dark and far away, and wizards knew how to disguise themselves, so she couldn't be sure whether the sniper was one of the people who came.)

Xie Ling ignored her and looked at Barbarossa.

"Barbarossa, you fled without a fight last time in France, and now you have the guts to wade into muddy waters here?"

Barbarossa licked his cracked lips and grinned sinisterly: "Boy, you are a little too arrogant. Aren't you afraid of capsizing in the ditch?"

Sherin chuckled and returned his gaze to Anubi.

"Anubi, you should still remember the time you farted and ran away at the Alchemy Conference, right?"

Anubi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his muscles were tense, as if he was about to pounce on Xie Ling and tear him to pieces in the next second, but he seemed to be suppressing his beast-like instincts.

He could feel the power in Xie Ling's body at this moment, the kind of power that made him instinctively fear it.

Finally, Xie Ling's eyes fell on the black-robed wizard at the end.

His expression was no longer frivolous, and there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Although the first four people were all powerful black wizards with notoriety and blood on their hands, they were all defeated by Schelling. Under Schelling's imperial aura, they were inherently at a psychological disadvantage.

But this terrifyingly young black-robed wizard was different.

That face was a combination of the toughness of the Middle East and the handsomeness of the West. His features were stern and his eyes were calm. What was most striking was his calm temperament, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

Xie Ling's pupils contracted slightly.

His magic eyes can see through the magic characteristics of others, and the characteristics of magic are generally reflected in the fighting style of wizards. This young wizard has an unprecedented magic rolling in his body, which is very primitive. If the "power of chaos" of the ancient wizards that Professor Binns talked about has a shape, then Xie Lin believes it should be like this. This kind of blood power... Xie Lin himself has experienced four times of blood reversion to make his blood power reach the current level, but judging from the faint sense of oppression coming from the man in front of him, his blood reversion is probably higher than his own.

Xie Ling raised his eyebrows, but his tone remained frivolous: "It's better to meet in person than to hear about it. I guess you are the leader behind Walpurgis, right? I didn't expect you to be... so young."

Haierbo looked at Xielin expressionlessly, with a hint of anger in his eyes. Xielin's words were clearly mocking his rejuvenation. He frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and his pupils suddenly shrank into snake pupils. He said stiffly: "Boy, there are many things you can't imagine...

The sound was as low as the rolling of magma underground. Although it was light, it sent a chill through everyone's heart.

"Perhaps you don't know, but I have been waiting for this moment since the fall of Black Crime Square—" Xie Lin smiled faintly, with a confident and arrogant arc at the corner of his mouth, "I finally meet you, Hailbo..."

"You know my name?" Hailbo asked in surprise.

He had been behind the scenes of Walpurgis for more than a thousand years and had never appeared in public. Except for Dumbledore, whom he had just talked to, no one had ever known his true identity. How could he not be surprised that Schelling could reveal his true identity as soon as he arrived?

"I know much more than that - your body... belongs to the ancient Persian Great Black Heaven Wizard Jafar Yahya, right? Good fellow, you directly took over your own Horcrux. I can only admire your ruthlessness."

Hearing this, Haierbo finally put away his previous contempt and disregard. His eyes became deep, and his voice also revealed a bit of unprecedented solemnity.

"Awesome! It seems we all underestimated you," Haierbo no longer had the indifference he had before, and his tone was solemn now.

One aspect of the Wizarding War is the war of intelligence. The side with the intelligence advantage can often seize the initiative in actual combat and gain an invincible position first.

"I know much more than that. For example..." Xie Ling's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his aura suddenly increased. "Your goal today is the key to the prayer wheel door in the next room, right? The cliff city in Bhutan is your ultimate goal!"

Dumbledore beside him suddenly realized something, his face suddenly changed color, and he thought of a very terrible possibility. Having served as the chairman of the International Confederation of Wizards for so many years, he obviously knew what kind of things were hidden in the ancient magic temple behind the cliff mountain city.

At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice that in order to train Harry to fight Voldemort over the years, he had indeed been overly biased towards Gryffindor and the pure-blood traitors, but he finally showed kindness to the Slytherin student at the last moment of the Triwizard Tournament. At least at this moment, Schelling was in the same camp as him.

"I didn't expect you even knew this, but so what?" Haierbo said slowly, his voice very harsh.

"What I want to say is, today..." Xie Ling gently raised his finger and pointed to the door marked with an X. Inside was the room where the prayer wheel was placed. "You can't take it away."

Haierbo narrowed his eyes, his pupils faintly showing a red glow, and a few purple snake scales slowly appeared on his face. His smile gradually turned cold: "Just you and this mob?"

He glanced around with great disdain, and his cold gaze made many wizards shiver, and some even took a step back out of control of their fear.

Xie Ling did not look back, but said calmly: "No——"

He took a step forward slowly, and a strong and gentle aura emanated from his body. Then the snake-shaped ring on his hand flashed, and the Midnight Wand slid into his hand. At this moment, he seemed to be reborn, transforming from a mortal body into a god.

"Because I'm here." (End of this chapter)