HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

Immortal Master Xuan Shang rushed towards the plum tree like a madman.

The disciples who were not far from the plum tree and thought he was coming to find them were all startled.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, watching the barrier disappear after Immortal Master Xuan Shang entered the plum tree.

"This……"

"What's going on? Why can't we get in?"

"Are there any restrictions? Or do you need certain conditions to enter?"

For a moment, everyone was full of doubts and began to try various methods to enter the barrier.

However, no matter how hard they tried, the barrier remained unmoved, like an insurmountable barrier.

The peak masters tried to use force to break through the barrier, but found that their attacks were ineffective.

Yifeng carefully observed whether there were any hidden mechanisms or formations around the plum tree, but in the end he found nothing.

"What is the reason?" Everyone looked at each other, at a loss.

After Immortal Xuanshang rushed into the barrier of the plum tree, he saw "Wuyou" walking towards him slowly with a gentle smile on his face.

Xuanshang Immortal Venerable looked at "Wuyou" and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Wuyou?"

Not getting Wuyou's answer, he asked again: "Wushuang?"

This time, a reaction showed on Wuyou's face, and he smiled and nodded.

Xuanshang Xianzun ran over happily, pulling Wuyou to look left and right, his eyes full of joy. He asked excitedly and carefully: "Wushuang, how do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"

The deep love in his eyes hurt Youyue's heart, but Youyue still looked happy on the surface.

Xuanshang Immortal Venerable looked at Wuyou happily while talking to himself, "Wushuang, I know you don't like this identity. When I take you out, I will find you a new body, okay?"

"Wuyou" nodded and raised his arms to hug Xuan Shang. Before he was happy for a few seconds, he felt several ice nails piercing into his heart.

Then he raised his hand and condensed a palm of spiritual power to hit "Wuyou", and "Wuyou" quickly distanced himself from him.

Xuan Shang Xianzun asked with surprise in his eyes: "Are you Youyue? Where is Wushuang? What did you do to her?!"

As he spoke, he was about to continue to mobilize his spiritual power, but all the spiritual power in his body began to become chaotic, and after rushing around in his body, it became completely blocked.

"Wuyou" smiled and said softly: "Yichen, long time no see. I prepared these nine ice spikes specially for you. The higher the spiritual power, the faster the death."

Immortal Xuanshang still questioned her angrily: "Youyue? Don't call me that! Tell me where Wushuang is?!"

Wuyou sighed and said to himself, "Then I'll call you... Master Zhu Qing'an?"

Immortal Master Xuan Shang frowned tightly, struggled to stand up and forcibly summoned his spiritual sword.

Youyue suppressed the sadness in her heart and said, "You really have deep feelings for her..."

Zhu Qingan's eyes flashed with annoyance, and then he said, "Where is she?! What did you do to her?!"

Youyue's expression gradually became indifferent, and she also summoned the spirit sword.

However, it is worth noting that the spiritual sword used by Youyue at this time was not the one used by Wuyou before.

Because at the moment Wuyou lost consciousness, her spirit sword had broken into two pieces.

Now this sword naturally no longer belongs to Wuyou. It is a fusion of the spiritual swords of Youyue and Jun Wushuang.

The entire spirit sword presents a unique dark green light, giving people a feeling of mystery and majesty.

Zhu Qing stared quietly at the extremely familiar magic sword, and for a moment he felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

At this time, Youyue had a faint expression on her face, with the tip of her sword pointing at Zhu Qingan's chest and her eyes were cold.

The next moment, she flashed and instantly appeared in front of Zhu Qing'an.

As soon as Zhu Qing'an activated his spiritual power, he felt his chest tighten. The spiritual power in his body began to stagnate and many of his moves could not be performed smoothly.

At this time, Youyue was at her peak condition and extremely powerful. She wielded the magic sword in her hand, and each sword was filled with sharp sword energy, forcing Zhu Qingan to retreat step by step.

After just a few moves, Zhu Qing'an's body was covered with scars, and blood stained his white clothes red.

Youyue raised the spiritual sword in her hand that was flashing with cold light and stabbed it fiercely towards Zhu Qingan's heart. The sword stabbed very deep and directly pierced through Zhu Qingan's chest.

With tears in her eyes, she asked: "You really never liked me at all?..."

Zhu Qingan spat out a mouthful of blood and said slowly: "I hurt you, but I don't regret it..."

After that, he murmured to himself: "...I couldn't save her before, and I can't save her now..."

Zhu Qing'an moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only make a weak sound.

As the last breath came out of Zhu Qing'an's mouth, his eyes gradually became empty, and the breath of life gradually dissipated. Finally, he slowly closed his eyes and his body fell limply.

Youyue immediately reached out to catch him, and after shedding a tear, she smiled. Then she gently stroked his cheek and said softly, "Senior Brother Yichen... let's not meet again in the next life..."

Her voice was filled with endless sadness and determination. These few words seemed to have exhausted all her strength. After she finished speaking, she slowly closed her eyes.

After a while, a layer of star-like light slowly rose from Wuyou's body.

The spiritual light was as beautiful as the starry sky, but it finally disappeared in the huge ruins.

Fan Ling, who was standing not far away, witnessed all this. She knew that this meant that the person as bright as the moon would never come back.

Looking at the body of "Baili Yichen" not far away, Fan Ling closed her eyes, raised her hand to cover her mouth tightly, but tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

In her mind, she recalled the laughter of herself and her brother playing around in the sect, the punishment she received from her brother when she skipped class, the secret faces she made at him, the sadness she felt for losing the disciple competition, and the fruit wine her brother had brewed himself and her favorite cakes...

"Brother..."