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"Boy, it's useless." Second Master Sun looked at Jiang Zhou with a cold snort, and said disdainfully: "No matter what exercises you use, it won't hurt me, don't bother."

But as soon as the voice fell, he was stunned, because the dragon formed by the spiritual energy on the candle dragon spear roared at him, and an extremely majestic pressure surged toward him and killed him. The dead stayed in place.

"Why... how could it happen." Sun Erye was extremely shocked, and said to himself: "How can a small martial artist have such strength?"

Roar!

Aura Panlong screamed at him again, staring at Erye Sun firmly with his eyes, and two white air spurted out of his nostrils.

"How? Do you dare to say that you can't hurt you like this?" Jiang Zhou raised his eyebrows and said slowly as he watched Erye Sun.

"No...impossible, you won't have this kind of strength!" Sun Erye shook his head again and again, said with a shocked face, trying to deceive himself.

"Don't say that it's useless." Jiang Zhou curled up his mouth and smiled, then said: "Under this blow, you must not...understand?"

"Impossible! Impossible!" The second master Sun looked at Jiang Zhou and roared, "My second master of the grandson family, how could I be killed by a junior like you! Don't be too arrogant!"

After speaking, Sun Erye was about to swing his sword towards Jiang Zhou, but because of the pressure, he couldn't take a step, and his heart became even more panicked.

"What's the matter?" Sun Qinglong was taken aback for a while, wondering why Sun Erye behaved like this, because Jiang Zhou did not target him, so he did not feel any pressure, "Why isn't the second uncle still moving? It's so strange."

Jiang Zhou sneered at the corners of his mouth, watching Erye Sun slowly speaking, "Are you ready?"

"Fart! What preparation do I need to do?" Sun Erye roared, while constantly releasing aura to repair the body protection aura, he didn't know if he could resist it.

"You don't need to prepare, just lie down obediently!" Jiang Zhou smiled slightly, then let out a low drink, and stabbed the gun at Sun Erye.

Roar…

Erye Sun only heard a roar, and saw a roaring Panlong flying towards him with his mouth open.

He tried his best to avoid him, but no matter what, he couldn't move his footsteps. He could only watch the Panlong hit him.

Boom... click click click...

After a loud noise, Sun Erye was directly blown upside down, and the spiritual energy on his body was completely blown up.

With a plop, Sun Erye fell to the ground, spouting blood.

"Huh, huh..." Jiang Zhou was breathing heavily, shocked in his heart. Every time he used this Panlong spear technique, he would be drained of the aura in his body. Although he had a lot left, he used Panlong. After the marksmanship, it bottomed out again.

Sun Qinglong opened his mouth in shock when he saw this scene, not understanding why his second uncle was beaten so badly.

"Ahem!" Erye Sun coughed twice, tried his best to support his body, pointed to Jiang Zhou and said: "You...how can you be so strong? Ahem, this...not in line with common sense!"

"Didn't I tell you all, I'm a genius, Xiaoye." Jiang Zhou rolled his eyes and said slowly, while secretly controlling his breathing rate, lest Erye Sun would see that he was too fast. Up.

"I...I'm not convinced!" Erye Sun groaned, struggling to get up, but squirted out a violent blood and lay back on the ground.

"Second Uncle!" Sun Qinglong yelled, seeing Erye Sun's injury so badly that he couldn't help being more panicked.

Sun Erye coughed slightly and waved his hand towards Sun Qinglong, indicating that there was no serious problem.

The mouthful of blood he coughed up just now had nothing to do with Jiang Zhou. It was because the power of the explosive pill was ineffective, and the side effects surged, making him unable to help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

"How? Are you still thinking about killing me?" Jiang Zhou slowly walked to the side of Sun Erye, holding the candle dragon spear, and asked.

"Don't worry." Second Master Sun gritted his teeth and said to Jiang Zhou: "As long as I don't die, I will kill you!"

Jiang Zhou held the candle dragon spear with a violent wave, and the tip of the spear touched on Erye Sun's neck, and said: "It's all like this... and you want to kill me? Don't you brag about making you hungry?"

"Don't think that this matter will be easily solved." Sun Erye sneered, looking at Jiang Zhou and said with hatred: "You dare to hurt me like this. If I don't kill you, I am sorry for myself. !"

"Then you are sorry for yourself, what does it have to do with me?" Jiang Zhou shrugged his shoulders and slowly said, "There is no one left this time. Only your **** nephew is left. Huh?"

Sun Erye was taken aback for a moment. Now this situation is a bit difficult to deal with. There is no one available on his side. If Sun Qinglong is asked to report the letter, Jiang Zhou will probably not let him go.

"Boy, you are a trash, I don't allow you to scold me like that!" Sun Qinglong suddenly became bold again, pointing to Jiang Zhou and let out a low voice.

"What?" Jiang Zhou raised his eyebrows, held his left hand blankly, and watched Sun Qinglong slowly said: "You repeat what you just said, I didn't hear it clearly."

Seeing Jiang Zhou like this, Sun Qinglong softened again and said weakly: "No... nothing, I didn't say anything just now."

"Sure enough, I was right." Jiang Zhou snorted coldly, disdainful of Sun Qinglong's performance.

"Let's talk, how to solve it." Jiang Zhou slightly forced his hand, and the candle dragon spear pierced Sun Erye's neck, bleeding out a trace of blood, "Do you lose money? Or do you lose money? Or your Sun family lose money?

"Do you dare to ask me for money if you hurt me? Boy...you really don't want to live anymore." Sun Erye glared at Jiang Zhou, although he couldn't beat him, but his tone was still tough.

How can a person who is used to being aloof accept this situation quickly, let alone a person with a high self-esteem like Sun Erye.

"It's easy to die now, it seems like you." Jiang Zhou grinned and said cheerfully: "And you hurt my face, you don't need to lose money, medical expenses, lost work expenses, mental damage expenses, Don't you have to give it all?"

"Oh? Is the young master so strong?" The stall owner suddenly turned his head and looked at Yatian and said.

"Huh?" Ya Tian was taken aback for a moment, and did not react to what the stall owner was saying.

"That blow just now was too strong!" The stall owner said gestures.

The three little brothers on the side also nodded in agreement.

Pop... Ya Tian patted his forehead, his face full of helplessness.

"I said, your reaction is a bit too slow, right? It took so long for that blow to react?" Ya Tian looked at the stall owner and asked.