Movie World I'm King Chapter 819

"Is anyone telling you that the villain died of talking too much..." Zhou Ye made intimate contact with Voldemort's somewhat flat face with his forty-three yards big heels, and muttered: "If you talk too much, just Do you dare to call my little white face..."

Behind Voldemort was a trench that was more than ten meters long and dug out with Voldemort's head...

"My dear, is this... is this angry?" Sarah-staring at her man dumbfounded, like stepping on an ant, stepping on Voldemort's head hard...

This is no longer an ordinary insult. This is a wanton trampling on Voldemort's self-esteem...

"Killing Curse……"

"Be careful, dear..."

"Little guy... be careful..."

"Gosh..."

As Voldemort's life-threatening curse hit Zhou Ye's body accurately, exclamation and screams rang out all around...

"Those who insult me ​​must die without a place to be buried..." Voldemort Jiejie's laughter came from under Zhou Ye's feet. He admitted that he was indeed shocked by Zhou Ye's actions, but - now, Victory still belongs to me...

Sneak attack or something is not the most normal thing for the villain?

Voldemort thought triumphantly, while vigorously moving Zhou Ye's forty-three yard big foot on his head, trying to get up, only to find that he couldn't get up at all... that big foot was like Wuzhishan. , Crushed him to death, unable to move at all.

"Are you very proud?" Zhou Ye's voice sounded again...

The Death Eaters around suddenly exclaimed...

In their imagination, a person who was hit by the Avada Suicide Curse would definitely not survive, but Zhou Ye violated this law. The Suicide Curse hit him without causing him any harm... …

But this is also normal.

If magic is so omnipotent, hitting the ground with the Bone Breaking Curse, wouldn't it be able to destroy the entire earth?To put it bluntly, it's because of an individual's strength...

Although Zhou Ye's body at this moment looks no different from ordinary people, you must know that-his body has been strengthened so many times that it has long been out of the scope of human beings...

To put it bluntly, even if he ran into the middle of the star and took a turn, it would feel like a hot spring.

Voldemort's life-threatening curse hit him, and it is estimated that it would wipe out a cell in his body at most...Will Zhou Ye be afraid of such damage??

"Are you proud?"

"You are very happy?"

"Come on, smile to the uncle!"

Every time Zhou Ye said a word, he stepped on Voldemort's face vigorously, and every time he said a word...

Voldemort felt like a sad reminder of tens of thousands of DOGs in Voldemort's heart...Magic immunity?How does Nima fight??

In fact, Zhou Ye is not magical immunity, it's just that the differences in individual strength are too great... Maybe only the magic that destroys the planet can make Zhou Ye feel a bit of pain... Magic like Voldemort?Forget it...tickling doesn't even count.

"This is impossible……"

"The Dark Lord... how could the Dark Lord lose?"

"No...I don't believe..."

Seeing his spiritual leader being trampled by Zhou Ye like stepping on a bug, those Death Eaters are like a concubine...

They couldn't believe that their leader was knocked down so easily by an older child... They couldn't believe that the unforgivable curse that had been tried and tested on Zhou Ye was as futile as a toy trick.

No, it's not even as good as a toy trick. If it were a toy trick, it would at least be scary. Obviously-those life-demanding spells couldn't make Zhou Ye feel scared at all.

"Material, superb material... my exclusive material..." At this time, Rita Skeeter was trembling with excitement beside the girls.

She kept recording the scene happening before her eyes with the magic camera in her hand...

The Dark Lord who was stepped on at the feet of his own man, and those Death Eaters with expressions like dead fathers and mothers, this is really a perfect picture...The composition is so clear and the intention is so clear...

This photo and news will definitely win this year's Wizarding World's Best Journalist Award...

"Kill him...Kill this guy who insulted the Dark Lord..."

"Yes...Kill him..."

"kill him……"

The guys whose ideals and idols are shattered are the most terrifying. When these Death Eaters realized that their idol was really stepped on by Zhou Ye and could not turn over, they clamored frantically...

Kill him-as long as you kill Zhou Ye, no one knows that the Dark Lord has been defeated...

As long as Zhou Ye is killed, the Dark Lord is still invincible... Their pure blood theory is still the best...

As long as Zhou Ye is killed, no one will mention everything that happened here...

Chapter one hundred and sixty two

Those Death Eaters who were standing behind Voldemort, ready to welcome their own leader, and the Black Demon returned from victory again, started their hands. They raised their wands in their hands and waved towards Zhou Ye...

"Torn apart..."

"Killing Curse……"

"Except for your weapons..."

"Drill your heart..."

"Funny..." Hey, there seems to be some strange spell coming in... ahem, don't care too much.

"What a bunch of cute ants..." Zhou Ye looked at the guy who was constantly waving the magic wand toward him, and smiled. Since someone is eager to die... Then, he doesn't mind, let these guys know that before death, The truth that everyone is equal.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ye lifted his left hand, and a translucent golden barrier protected him. Although he was not afraid of those magics, it did not mean he liked being hit by magic...

It was only Zhou Ye who would be hit by Voldemort deliberately. Otherwise, with his movement speed, Voldemort wanted to hit him, it was too early...

The magic of various colors hit Zhou Ye's protective cover, remembering the ripples like water waves, but they were of no use...

And Zhou Ye took out his magic wand with his right hand, and shot the Death Eaters calmly...

Seeing their companions fall down one by one, finally, the remaining Death Eaters finally collapsed. They fled in all directions, like wild dogs in the family, panicking and fleeing...

"That won't work... I have no plans to guard against thieves at night..." Zhou Ye stepped on as he said, and with a puff, Voldemort's head was like a watermelon, crushed by Zhou Ye ...

Then, Zhou Ye's figure turned into a black hurricane——, after catching up with the running Death Eaters, killing them one by one with magic, of course...and also let go of a few small ones. The pleasing fish slipping through the net.

When all this returns to calm again--

There was silence in the entire arena...Everyone was staring at Zhou Ye, as if they were looking at an alien.