Chapter 2267 Both Sides Suffer

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Neither Emperor Ma Qing nor Voldemort thought that there were people watching nearby.

They were firing guns and knives, drawing blood, and more than forty people died on the scene. If the others had fled as far away as possible, how could they be watching?

Therefore, the presence of Ye Tianlong made both Ma Qingdi and Voldemort narrow their eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were making movies."

Smelling the murderous intent emanating from Voldemort, Ye Tianlong hurriedly shouted: "I'll get out of here right away."

The gloomy Voldemort did not speak, but tilted his head slightly to a man from the Bear Kingdom, gesturing for him to kill Ye Tianlong alive.

"He is just an ignorant passerby and cannot threaten you at all."

Emperor Ma Qing took a step forward and said calmly: "You don't need to kill him to silence him."

"Of course I know he can't threaten me, but I don't like to be known. It was me who killed you."

There was no emotion on Voldemort's face: "I'm not afraid of the Ma family's revenge, but I don't want to have to deal with you every day."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man from the Xiong Kingdom pulled out a dagger and ran towards Ye Tianlong's position with quick movements.

Emperor Ma Qing frowned slightly and moved his steps as if to block the opponent.

As soon as he moved, Voldemort also moved, shooting at Emperor Ma Qing like a sharp arrow.

"Bang bang bang!"

Seeing Voldemort rushing towards him, four Ma family disciples who were ready rushed out and fired wildly at Voldemort with four short guns.

Voldemort stretched out his body and ran like a civet. All the bullets fired at him missed, grazing his hair, clothes and heels.

Occasionally there were a few scratches, leaving bloody traces, but Voldemort still did not blink an eye and just kept running as fast as he could.

He instantly closed the distance between himself and Emperor Ma Qing.

"kill!"

The four Ma family disciples were hit by bullets from their guns, pulled out a saber with their backhand, roared angrily, and covered Voldemort at the same time.

Such a distance, so fierce, it is difficult to resist.

"when!"

Voldemort waved his left hand, immediately grabbed the knife, and then slashed forward.

A faint cold light flashed by, following his movement, so all the attacks disappeared without a trace.

The clothes of the four Ma family disciples burst in an uproar, their armor fell to the ground, and blood spurted out. They staggered back and fell to the ground, all seriously injured.

"Whoosh!"

Voldemort looked at Emperor Ma Qing not far away, waved his right hand, and the saber flew out like a meteor in an instant.

Emperor Ma Qing did not retreat but advanced. He shook his fist and shot out, hitting the blade hard.

"Canopy!"

The saber exploded and fell to the ground.

In this gap, Voldemort shot over and clung to Emperor Ma Qing like a phantom.

"Well come."

Emperor Ma Qing raised his foot to push forward, but Voldemort blocked it with his left hand. Then he ducked his shoulders and crouched, avoiding the opponent's iron fist that could crush his head, and pressed against the latter's body.

He blasted out his skinny fists one after another, falling like raindrops on Ma Qingdi's lower abdomen, faster than lightning, and continuously knocking Ma Qingdi back.

"flutter!"

When his body was upright and flying, Ma Qingdi, whose mouth was bleeding, jumped up and kicked out, hitting Voldemort in the chest.

Extremely domineering.

Although Voldemort had tried his best to jump back to relieve his force, Emperor Ma Qing's kick still caused him to fly backwards. The visual shock was comparable to the special effects in movies.

The two of them landed on the ground one after another, stumbled back a few steps, and almost fell down. There was blood flowing from the corners of each other's mouths.

"Come!"

Emperor Ma Qing stood up again, moved his steps, and roared, his voice suddenly bursting, and he was close to Voldemort again.

With a sudden force, he hit hard with an elbow.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and stretched out his palms.

"boom!"

Voldemort used his palm to block Emperor Ma Qing's violent elbow attack, making a shocking and terrifying explosion.

When the attack failed, Emperor Ma Qing suddenly raised his left leg, which was ready to attack, and his knee slammed into Voldemort's side.

This move is one of Ma Qingdi's ultimate killing moves. The elbow strike is just a feint, the real killing move is on his hard knee.

Moreover, he was attacking one of the vulnerable parts of the body. If he was hit, Voldemort would probably break his waist and spurt blood on the spot.

But just as his knees were on the way, Voldemort suddenly turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place.

Emperor Ma Qing missed his kick.

The feeling of losing his center of gravity was quite uncomfortable. Emperor Ma Qing's expression changed and he backed away to avoid the danger.

Voldemort circled back to Emperor Ma Qing from the side, his fist burst out with amazing power, his black windbreaker swelled, and a howling wind blew around him.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fists struck out violently, unstoppably!

"boom--"

Emperor Ma Qing's eyes sparkled with light, and he shot out his hands continuously, blocking the fists as fast as he could.

The fists and palms alternately switch, and the eyes are dazzled in an instant.

"Boom boom boom——"

A series of collisions sounded, with both sides showing off their speed and power without any fanfare.

But as time passed, their cheeks turned pale.

"call--"

After the collision, Voldemort, who retreated half a meter, took advantage of the situation and struck again. The wind of his fist suddenly changed, and his strength surged wildly.

"war!"

Emperor Ma Qing laughed loudly, ready to explode, and took a step forward, heading straight for him with all his might.

"boom!"

The fists collided with a dull sound. The two of them stepped backward together, dragging a deep foot mark on the ground. They were able to stabilize their bodies after five meters.

Ma Qingdi half-knelt on the ground, gasping for air, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries.

Voldemort stood, holding his chest, with a solemn look, but not the slightest panic. There was no doubt that he had taken advantage of this round.

Voldemort said coldly: "You are very good."

Ma Qingdi stood up shakily: "You are not bad either."

Voldemort twisted his neck and continued to approach Ma Qingdi: "It's a pity that you are our enemy, which means you are destined to die.:

Ma Qingdi laughed: "Don't worry, even if I die, I will drag you down with me."

The two locked eyes with each other, both admiring and cherishing each other.

"It's time to end. "

Voldemort smiled strangely, and his figure swayed again. In the white light and shadow, Ma Qingdi saw a titanium spike flying towards his heart.

The speed was incomparable, and it was absolutely too late to dodge.

"Kill--"

Ma Qingdi roared, bit his lip, tilted his body slightly, and rushed forward.

After rushing out four or five meters, a sharp cold quickly entered his body and spread around.

Ma Qingdi's feeling at this time turned into burning, as if he was thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, suffering from the ruthless torture of wild fire.

"Swoosh! "

A titanium spike pierced his body and stabbed into the Mercedes-Benz with a ding sound, which was shocking.

A stream of blood burst out from Ma Qingdi's body, and with a whoosh, the blood flowers flew in a spectacular way.

Ma Qingdi also screamed miserably: "Ah——"

Voldemort believed that Ma Qingdi's heart had exploded, and he played cat and mouse with Ma Qingdi's figure falling forward.

Unexpectedly, Ma Qingdi's figure jumped to the side strangely, bounced back after touching the ground, and fell on Voldemort's body with lightning speed.

His left hand was put in a row and stabbed into Voldemort's abdomen fiercely.

"Ah——"

Voldemort screamed hoarsely, and Ma Qingdi's entire palm was completely inserted into his abdomen.

The two fell to the ground with their chests against their chests and faces against their faces.

"I said, die together. "

Ma Qingdi forced a smile, and his fingers pretended to tear out Voldemort's intestines.

Voldemort, sensing the danger, was indeed amazing. He was able to remain calm after such a heavy blow, and when he gathered his strength, he rammed Ma Qingdi headfirst.

"Bang!

Their foreheads touched.