"Phew!" Sun Jiang drank loudly, exerted his strength to eat, held the sword with both hands, his face was flushed, and he wanted to use the sword to pick up Jin Batian's head and smash it against the wall, and give him a head to bloom first. The sword of the golden tyrant's sharp teeth was gurgling, and a pair of eyelidless eyes stared at Mr. Sun Jiang, and a cheerful laugh came out of his throat, but his face was still the same hideous appearance.

Sun put always one foot down suddenly, the bricks on the ground were stomped out of a few deep cracks by his foot, he is using a thousand pounds of kung fu, after all, he is a martial arts person, and he is in the prime of life, this arm strength is enough to have the strength of a bull, Jin Batian's head actually moved slowly, it seems that the idea of wanting to knock his head on the wall is completely lost, Rao is Sun Zong's total arm strength is amazing, but still can't compete with this demonic thing, and soon Sun used up most of his total strength.

However, the head of the golden tyrant is more and more courageous, it took advantage of the time when Sun always unloaded, the intestines under the skull suddenly squirmed, and swung forward, and it wrapped around Sun Zong's waist, Sun Zhuang only felt that his waist was tight, and when he looked down, he was startled, that slippery and greasy, exuding a smelly intestine, not to mention how disgusting it was, he freed up a hand to grab the intestines on the waist, and when he grabbed it, he felt that it was slippery and abnormal, and the intestines were getting tighter and tighter, just like a snake. At this time, Jin Batian suddenly let go, let go of the sword in Sun Jiangzong's hand, bared out a few white miserable fangs and bit Sun Jiangzong's neck.

Now Sun General always took care of the head but couldn't take care of the tail, he was in a hurry, hurriedly threw away the sword in his hand, and pinched the slippery and greasy organ under Jin Batian's skull, and I don't know what it was, it seemed to be a cervical vertebrae, don't look at Jin Batian, there is only one head, but the strength is very big, the cervical vertebrae can still be retracted, and a probe came to the front of Sun Zong, and he opened his mouth to bite the flesh on Sun Zong's face.

The intestines around his waist are getting tighter and tighter, Sun Jiang's face is already quite ugly at this moment, and Jin Batian's face just came over again, this face is already terrifying and creepy when it is seen from a distance, and it is even more shocking to see it at this moment. It's hard to imagine that a person's face should be painfully entangled in what Cheng dù can become the face of Jin Batian, it's just scary, the foul smell of this Jin Batian's mouth is several times more foul than the pus from those poisonous insects sprinkled by the Qingxu Dao Chang at that time, and he endured this stench, Sun took out one hand and grabbed Jin Batian's hair, not letting its mouth close to his face, the white miserable sharp teeth, once gnawed on the face, can definitely tear off half of the skin.

Stalemate for a while, Sun Jiang's total strength is getting smaller and smaller, but the strength of the flying head is not weakened, Sun Jiang is almost unable to hold on, his mind is buzzing, in a hurry, he suddenly thought of one thing, a few days ago when drinking, he once asked Qingfeng Dao Chang for a yellow paper talisman to ward off evil spirits, when attacking Heifeng Village, Sun Jiang had seen the group of zombies with his own eyes, afraid that there would be no way to deal with it in the future, so he had to ask for a self-defense, and he had always carried it with him, and he never took it out.