Chapter 2268 Voldemort, Death (5th Update)

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"Um--"

The impact made his head dizzy. Emperor Ma Qing was in severe pain and his movements could not stop.

Taking advantage of this gap, Voldemort rolled back.

He dodged Emperor Ma Qing's attack at a critical moment.

By the time he was shaky and half-kneeling on the ground, the wound had already been strangled, and his torn shirt was stained red with blood.

Blood stained the ground around him, and Voldemort's face became even paler, as if he had aged more than ten years, and he stared at Emperor Ma Qing fiercely.

But even though he was full of murderous intent, there was still a trace of appreciation left.

Emperor Ma Qing's flash just now did not allow the titanium thorn to hit his heart. He risked shifting at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people, and the titanium thorn penetrated the shoulder blade and came out.

He also deliberately let out a scream to mislead Voldemort, and took advantage of his relaxation to make the final blow to kill the enemy.

Unfortunately, he only seriously injured Voldemort, but did not kill him.

This meant that he had failed, and it also meant that he had lost. Emperor Ma Qing sighed with regret, fearing that it would be difficult to please him tonight.

The long absence of reinforcements and police also made Emperor Ma Qing realize something deeper.

"Emperor Ma Qing, you are indeed very strong."

The seriously injured Voldemort remained as calm as water, but his voice became increasingly ugly and pale:

"I didn't expect you to be able to dodge my thunderous strike and seize the opportunity to deliver the final blow."

Voldemort showed a hint of approval: "I really admire you!"

Emperor Ma Qing spat out a mouthful of hot blood, with a hint of self-mockery on his lips: "It's a pity that I still lost and didn't drag you to death."

"This is life."

Although Voldemort was seriously injured and could not even stand firmly, his voice was still sonorous and powerful:

"God has destined you to die, so you must die."

Voldemort showed a victor's smile, then coughed: "Come on, kill him."

Tonight's battle can be said to be a lose-lose situation, but compared to Emperor Ma Qing's entire army being wiped out, Voldemort still had two of his men and an injured werewolf.

So although Emperor Ma Qing seemed to be able to struggle once more, for Voldemort, his death was absolutely no suspense.

Two men were enough to kill Emperor Ma Qing.

What made Voldemort frown was that after his order, no one of his trusted followers came forward to replenish Emperor Ma Qing's gun.

Voldemort's voice deepened: "Come here, kill Emperor Ma Qing."

Still no one came.

Voldemort shouted sharply: "Someone is coming..."

"I'm coming."

At this time, Voldemort, who was half kneeling on the ground, heard a passionate voice, and then, a diligent and humble figure appeared in front of the two of them.

Ye Tianlong smiled brightly: "Brother, what can I do for you?"

"Kill him and save you 100 billion. Save you 200 billion. Kill him and save you 250 billion."

"Kill you for free, save him for 200 billion, kill you to save him for 100 billion, and give him a luxurious cemetery."

His innocent attitude: "Invoice is guaranteed..."

Voldemort's expression changed drastically. He recognized this bystander and shouted, "Where are my people?"

"They were all killed by me."

Ye Tianlong was harmless to humans and animals, holding a blood-stained saber in his hand, and smiled: "The person you sent to kill me, I broke the neck."

"The person who was standing behind to hold the line for you, I quietly cut his neck with a knife."

"And the werewolf, I told him to be quiet, but he kept shouting, so I had no choice but to stab him."

Ye Tianlong explained enthusiastically: "So the only people alive here are you, Master Ma, and me. The only one who can run errands is me."

"you--"

After hearing Ye Tianlong's words, Voldemort's expression changed drastically. He turned around and saw the last two men lying in front of the classic car and the nanny's car.

The werewolf who was helped into the nanny car was still standing upright at this moment, with a blood hole in his heart.

Voldemort roared: "You really killed them!"

"It's really killing."

Seeing Voldemort getting angry, Ye Tianlong jumped away in fright: "If they want to kill me, I will kill them of course. How can I let you slaughter me?"

"Asshole!"

Voldemort was furious, his murderous intention spread all over his body, his fists could not stop clenching, and he wanted to peel Ye Tianlong's skin and bones.

Emperor Ma Qing also narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Tianlong with a hint of curiosity. He was a little surprised that this bystander was a master at pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

Just thinking of Voldemort's power, there was a hint of worry in his eyes: "Little brother, please leave quickly, this guy is very powerful."

"You are no match for him, I will help you block him."

Emperor Ma Qing endured the pain and stood up: "Go quickly."

Ye Tianlong rolled out a few meters obediently, but kept his saber tighter.

"Want to leave? Dreaming!"

Voldemort roared: "Kill my men and die."

After finishing speaking, Voldemort's body twisted strangely.

The car lights behind him that were blocked by him shined straight out because of his body leaving, and it happened to shine on Ma Qingdi's face. In an instant, the white light pierced his eyes.

The strong light stimulation caused Ma Qingdi to instantly enter a visual blind spot.

"boom!"

When Emperor Ma Qing was about to react, Voldemort's left foot had already kicked him firmly on Emperor Ma Qing's abdomen.

There was a loud noise, and Ma Qingdi's body did three backflips in a row.

"Whoosh!"

Voldemort did not hesitate and immediately rushed forward. As his body jumped high, he struck hard from top to bottom with a chopping elbow.

"Bang!"

Ma Qingdi was unable to dodge, and his shoulder blade hurt. He was knocked to his knees by Voldemort's elbow. His right collarbone was in so much pain that it seemed to be broken.

He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood while kneeling on the ground.

The blood fell to the ground, shocking.

But Ma Qingdi was also amazing. He raised his head suddenly and hit Voldemort's abdominal wound hard.

"Go to hell!"

Voldemort, who was bloodshot, was shocked and felt extremely painful. Most of his strength was lost.

"Swoosh!"

Just then, a ray of light flashed through the air.

Like a lightning strike, a saber suddenly penetrated Voldemort's chest. The huge force also carried his body away and nailed him into a car behind.

That picture was like Jesus on the cross.

The power of the saber's penetration was creepy.

"Cough..."

Voldemort's front and back were covered with blood. His body was shaking in the wind. He opened his mouth and twitched, and a large number of blood bubbles came out of his mouth.

But he couldn't make a sound.

Those unruly eyes were no longer fierce or sinister, but only filled with fear, pain, anger, and regret.

He stared at Ye Tianlong's figure not far away, and his harmless smile.

Voldemort had never thought that Ye Tianlong was so powerful. He wanted to deal with Ma Qingdi before wreaking havoc on Ye Tianlong.

Unexpectedly, Ye Tianlong seized the opportunity to kill him with a knife. The knife was fast and fierce, so powerful that he couldn't resist it, so powerful that he couldn't believe it.

The pungent smell of blood began to permeate the air.

Ma Qingdi looked at this scene, and his face also had a change that was difficult to describe.

Ye Tianlong took out a tissue to wipe his hands, then walked in front of Ma Qingdi, patted his shoulder and smiled:

"Ma Shao, remember, you owe me a life..."