Chapter 183: Struggle for a while

"Ha ha ha... I didn't expect that you, an ant like this, could hurt me like this. It's really bold." Sun Yan lay on the ground and laughed out loud.
"So what?" Jiang Zhou raised his eyebrows and asked aloud.
"What? Not so... It's just a dead word." Sun Yan stood up, his eyes staring at Jiang Zhou became more and more vicious, and his mouth yelled: "Flame sacrifice!"
boom! A raging fire ignited immediately on Sun Yan's body, and the flames burned out of the wounds on his body, and small holes were directly burned out where there were no wounds.
"Try it though." Jiang Zhou stared at Sun Yan's movements. At this time, Sun Yan's momentum soared, making Jiang Zhou a little frightened.
"Ding, this person's cultivation base is growing rapidly, and it is already close to Tianwu."
Hearing the prompt sound in his mind, Jiang Zhou was taken aback for a moment, approaching Tianwu? Do you have to cross two large-scale leapfrog challenges?
"Ding, the host is not his opponent, so the system advises the host not to continue to support, and run away."
Jiang Zhou gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly: "Nima, I also know that I can't beat him. Where is the key Lao Tzu going? There are three exits in this boxing ring, two of which are blocked by those who eat melons, and one more. In the direction behind Sun Yan, do you think I don’t want to run?"
"Ding, don't be afraid of the host, you still have Phoenix Nirvana anyway."
"Don't stand and talk because your back hurts. I don't want to take the first half of the cooldown on this idiot." Jiang Zhou stared at Sun Yan, and answered the slot machine in his mind.
"Ding, should the host draw a lottery? Maybe there will be a surprise."
"Fuck off! At this moment of crisis, you still think about cheating Lao Tzu's game currency!" Jiang Zhou couldn't help cursing the slot machine, "I'm afraid it's not a surprise but a fright."
"Ding, that's the luck of the host, no wonder the system."
"Don't talk nonsense! Sun Yan is here. Don't divert Lao Tzu's attention." Jiang Zhou saw that Sun Yan was moving and interrupted the slot machine directly, not allowing it to divert his attention.
The slot machine can only quietly shut up Mimi, others can't wait to confess when they get the system, but they don't have the slightest status here, and they have to be scolded by Jiang Zhou from time to time.
"Hehehe...boy, isn't it dysfunctional?" Sun Yan walked towards Jiang Zhou slowly, twisted his neck and made a creaking sound, looked at Jiang Zhouxie with a smile and said, "If it doesn't work, don't hold on, obey. My advice to you, so that you won’t suffer again."
"Go dream, I will never give it to you if I die!" Jiang Zhou looked at Sun Yan and said lightly, and firmly squeezed the Candle Dragon Spear with both hands.
"Okay... then I can only torture you slowly." Sun Yan's expression became more and more savage, and the angle of the corners of his mouth was extremely abnormal. The look in Jiang Zhou's eyes seemed to be looking at a prey. Prey that has been unable to resist.
Sun Yan enjoys this feeling very much, and killing others with his strength can always bring him a strange pleasure.
"Shoot with thunder!" Jiang Zhou yelled, and again raised his gun to attack Sun Yan. He didn't like the passive feeling very much, so he chose to attack actively.
"Ignorance... Hahaha." Sun Yan laughed loudly, watching Jiang Zhou who came straight to him, laughing more frantically and ferociously.
The candle dragon spear with electric light pierced Sun Yan's face straightly. Just when he was about to stab, Sun Yan raised one hand and held the tip of the gun. The electric light followed Sun Yan's arm and climbed up to him. The sharp tip of the gun instantly cut out a wound on Sun Yan's palm, and the blood was evaporated by the flame before it could flow out.
"Ah, isn't it...so hard?" Jiang Zhou saw that Sun Yan was holding the tip of the candle dragon's spear with his bare hands, and he wanted to withdraw, trying to pull out the candle dragon spear with both hands.
"Since I'm holding it, don't think about struggling." Sun Yan looked at Jiang Zhou with a grinning grin. The flames all over his body were full of electric currents, sizzling, but he didn't feel like he had a flushed face. With a mad look, like a ghost crawling out of hell.
"His grandmother has a leg... isn't this neuropathy?" Jiang Zhou cursed in a low voice, holding the candle dragon gun firmly with both hands, and then fiercely rotating the candle dragon gun.
Kazkaz... The tip of the candle dragon's gun rubbed against Sun Yan's hand bones and made a toothless sound.
"Hiss." Jiang Zhou took a deep breath, his teeth were sore after hearing this sound, he only felt uncomfortable all over.
Sun Yan seemed to be unconscious, and looked at Jiang Zhou coldly and shouted: "Don't struggle, this weapon, it's time to return to my side, haven't you used it for so long?"
"Bah! Real Nyima shameless!" Jiang Zhou snorted and yanked out, only to find that the candle dragon spear was still held in Sun Yan's hands.
"Hahaha...whatever you say is fine, anyway, good things must belong to me!" Sun Yan snorted, holding the tip of the candle dragon's spear harder in his hand, and violently pulling back.
Jiang Zhou staggered by the sudden force, then quickly stabilized his figure, leaning back and wrestling with Sun Yan.
"Grandma's legs, I didn't expect that Lao Tzu would still experience the joy of tug-of-war when he came to this world." Jiang Zhou gritted his teeth and gnashed his teeth to withstand Sun Yan.
"Struggle... the more you struggle, the more excited I will be. Watching you ants slowly die in my hands, I am extremely excited. This feeling...hiss...wonderful." Sun Yan stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, Wei Squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhou and said.
Jiang Zhou's face was flushed red, not at all as relaxed as Sun Yan. At this time, his spiritual energy had been spent more than half, and his physical strength could not keep up. The tearing pain on his arm became more and more obvious. Sun Yan once again took away the big gold bricks.
"Hahaha...little ants." Sun Yan shouted, the flames in his hand soaring, spreading towards Jiang Zhou along the candle dragon spear bit by bit.
The temperature of the candle dragon gun was constantly rising, and the gun body became slightly red, and Sun Yan's flame and the rising temperature hit Jiang Zhou together.
"This...what should I do? My hands will almost turn into iron duck feet if I keep going." Jiang Zhou's forehead was already covered with sweat, and it was streaming down his cheeks.
"Let you feel the flames of the Flame Sect... let me burn you alive, roast you to dry, then grind it into ashes, spread it under the floor tiles of the Flame Sect, and let you be trampled on every day. "Sun Yan looked at Jiang Zhou and said fiercely, as if there were always a lot of sinister thoughts in his mind.
"I have already experienced several deaths in your mouth, why didn't any of them appear?" Jiang Zhou raised his eyebrows and released aura around his hands to isolate the temperature from the candle dragon gun.
"Don't worry... take your time, you struggle a little longer, maybe later I can think of something more interesting and hurt me like this, if I don't torture you well, I'm sorry for myself!" Sun Yan looked at Jiang Zhou with a strange smile and said.