"Ok--"

The collision made his head dizzy, and Ma Qingdi was in pain, and his movements couldn't stop.

Taking advantage of this gap, Voldemort flipped back.

He avoided the attack of Emperor Ma Qing with a pinch.

When he was about to fall on his knees, he had already tightened his wounds, and his torn jacket was red with blood.

With blood staining the ground around his body, Voldemort's face was even more pale, as if he was more than ten years old, his eyes fiercely staring at Emperor Ma Qing.

However, although he was full of killing intent, there was still a touch of appreciation.

The flash of Emperor Ma Qing did not make the titanium thorn hit his heart. He risked displacement at a speed that ordinary people could not imagine, and the titanium thorn came out through his shoulder blades.

He also deliberately uttered a scream to mislead Voldemort, and while he was relaxed, he made a final blow.

It's a pity that Voldemort was injured badly, but he was not killed.

This means that one's success has fallen short, and it also means that he has lost. Emperor Ma Qing sighed, fearing that it would be difficult to please tonight.

The lack of reinforcements and police for a long time also made Ma Qing emperor aware of something deeper.

"Ma Qingdi, you are indeed very tough."

The badly injured Voldemort was still calm as water, but his voice became more and more ugly and pale:

"Unexpectedly, you could have escaped my thunderous blow, and even seized the opportunity to make the final blow."

Voldemort gave a hint of approval: "I really take you!"

Emperor Ma Qing spouted a mouthful of blood, and a touch of self-deprecating came up at the corner of his mouth: "Unfortunately, I still lost and didn't drag you to death."

"This is fate."

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

"God is destined to die, you must die."

Voldemort showed the winner's smile, and then coughed: "Come here, kill him."

The battle tonight was a loss for both sides, but compared to the annihilation of Emperor Ma Qing, Voldemort had two men and wounded werewolves.

So even though Ma Qingdi seemed to be able to struggle once, for Voldemort, his death was absolutely no suspense.

The two men were enough to kill Ma Qingdi.

The only thing that made Voldemort frown was that he gave an order and no cronies came up to fill up the gun for Emperor Ma Qing.

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

Still no one came.

Voldemort yelled sharply: "Come here..."

"I'm coming."

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

Ye Tianlong smiled brightly: "This big brother, what can I do for you?"

"Kill him, 100 billion, save you, 200 billion, kill him, save you 250 billion."

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

His youthful attitude: "Invoicing..."

Voldemort's face changed drastically, he recognized this as a bystander, and shouted, "Where is my man?"

"They were all killed by me."

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

"The one who was behind you, was quietly cut his neck with a knife."

"And that werewolf, telling him not to make a sound, he just wants to shout, I can only stabb him."

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

"you--"

Hearing Ye Tianlong's words, Voldemort's face changed drastically. He turned his head and saw that he saw the last two men in front of the classic car and the nanny car.

The werewolf who was helped into the babysitter's car stood still, with a blood hole in his heart.

Voldemort roared: "You really killed them!"

"It's really killing."

Seeing Voldemort's anger, Ye Tianlong jumped away in fright: "They want to kill me, I will kill them naturally, can it be that I will let you kill."

"Asshole!"

Voldemort was furious, his murderous intent spread all over his body, his fists couldn't stop clenching, and he wanted to skin and tear Ye Tianlong.

Emperor Ma Qing also narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Tianlong with a hint of curiosity. It was a little surprised that this bystander was a master of pretending to be pigs and tigers.

Just thinking of Voldemort's power, there was a trace of worry in his eyes: "Brother, hurry up, this guy is very powerful."

"You are not his opponent, I will help you block him."

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

Ye Tianlong rolled out a few meters obediently, but the saber clenched two more points.

"Want to go? Dreaming!"

Voldemort yelled, "Kill my people, die."

After speaking, Voldemort's body twisted strangely.

And the car lights that were blocked by him behind him were shot straight out because of his departure, and it just hit Ma Qingdi’s face, and the white light pierced the eyes in an instant.

The strong light stimulation made Ma Qingdi instantly enter the blind spot of vision.

"boom!"

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

With a loud noise, Ma Qingdi's body flipped back three consecutive times.

"Wow!"

Voldemort didn't hesitate to bully him up, and as he leaped high, he smashed his elbow from top to bottom.

"boom!"

Emperor Ma Qing couldn't dodge, his shoulder blades hurt, and Voldemort hit his knees on the ground with an elbow, his right clavicle was about to break with pain.

Kneeling on the ground, he couldn't stop the spout of blood.

The blood fell to the ground, shocking.

However, Emperor Ma Qing was also able to do so, his head suddenly lifted and hit Voldemort's abdominal wound severely.

"Go to hell!"

The red-eyed Voldemort's body shook, and the pain was extremely severe, and most of his strength was lost.

"Wow!"

At this moment, a ray of light flashed through the air.

As if lightning strikes, a saber pierced Voldemort's chest suddenly, and his body was carried away by great power, and it was driven into a car behind him.

That picture is like **** on the cross.

The power that the saber penetrated into it was creepy.

"cough……"

Voldemort's body was full of blood, his body was shaking in the wind, his mouth was open, twitching, and a large number of blood bubbles emerged from his mouth.

But he couldn't make a sound.

Those unruly eyes are no longer fierce, no gloom, only horror, pain, anger, and regret.

He stared at Ye Tianlong's figure not far away, and the harmless smiling face of humans and animals.

Voldemort never thought that Ye Tianlong was so powerful, he wanted to clean up Ma Qingdi and then ravage Ye Tianlong.

Unexpectedly, Ye Tianlong caught the gap and killed him with a single knife. This knife was fast and fierce, so powerful that he could not resist, and so powerful that he could not believe it.

The pungent breath of blood began to fill the air.

When Emperor Ma Qing watched this scene, there was a change in his face that was difficult to speak.

Ye Tianlong took out a tissue and wiped his hands, then walked to the front of Emperor Ma Qing, patted his shoulder and smiled:

"Sao Ma, remember, owe me a life..."