Supreme Lightning System

Chapter 118 Red Star Glory
"Transverse section?!" Hongxing Guangguang asked stammeringly.

"Well, this is the cross-section of the chrysanthemum I imagined. In a few days, I will cut the chrysanthemum open and compare it to see if there is any error in my imagination." Red Star Erguotou said innocently.

"Cut the little chrysanthemum?!" Hongxing Guangguang was already sweating profusely.

"Yeah!" Red Star Erguotou nodded fiercely.

"Little Juhua and that Zhang Jin actually want to kill Xiao Erguotou, so there is nothing wrong with Xiao Erguotou wanting to kill them." Erguotou said with his big eyes blinking.

"Juhuajing and Zhang Jin actually want to kill you?!" Hong Xingguang whispered.

suddenly--

On Hongxing's glorious body, a murderous aura condensed into substance rushed straight into the sky.

He looked at Juhuajing and Zhang Jin not far away, and two murderous auras shot out from his eyes.

"If you want to kill my son, you will die!"

Figures flickered in the air, and Hong Xingguang punched Ju Huajing and Zhang Jin who were on the stretcher with a punch, and he killed the killer with this blow.

If you want to kill his son, I don't care who you are, just kill him first.

At this moment, Hongxing Guanghuang is not the First Consul of Deep Sea City, so he does not have the wisdom of being the First Consul.

At this moment, Hongxing Guanghui was not the patriarch of the Hongxing family, the first family in Deep Sea City, so he did not have the calmness of a patriarch.

At this moment, he is just a father who protects the calf, and Red Star Erguotou is his inverse scale. Anyone who dares to touch his inverse scale will be killed.

Although his son is not mentally normal, he never tells a lie.

At first, he just thought that Juhua Jing tricked his son into fighting and let his son take the blame, but he didn't expect that Juhua Jing actually wanted to kill his son.

At this moment, I don’t care about the son of your fifth hunter or the son of your second consul. I’ll kill him first.

This is his arrogance as a father!

Looking at the red star's brilliance full of murderous aura, Feng Youjing and Zhang Xiang's face suddenly changed when they punched like Mount Tai.

Why is this guy Hong Xingguang crazy? His son is a little lunatic, and this is an old lunatic.

Feng Youjing and Zhang Xiang stood in front of their respective sons at the same time.

A bright light flashed, the long sword on Feng Youjing's waist was unsheathed, and a sword energy hit Hong Xing's glorious fist.

Zhang Xiang's cultivation was obviously not as good as the two of them, so he drew out the short knife at his waist and slashed out with several knife auras on his face, before he heaved a sigh of relief.

"boom--"

The fist met the long knife and the short knife.

Hongxing Guangcai and Feng Youjing each took three steps back, but Zhang Xiang was blown away by Hongxing Guangcai's fist.

The mighty punch hit Zhang Xiang's chest. Zhang Xiang felt as if he had been hit by a boulder on his chest. A huge force passed directly from his sternum, passing through his body. The terrifying punch exploded directly behind his sternum. open.

"Pfft—" Zhang Xiang spat out a mouthful of blood.

This is the gap between the first consul and the second consul. Regardless of Zhang Xiang's various schemes and tricks, all kinds of cliques and selfishness, in the face of the gap in strength, everything is in vain.

This fist of Hongxing Guangcai directly sent the high-profile Zhang Xiang to the [-]th floor of hell.

You are a second consul, and you are not qualified to seek the position of my first consul.

"Hongxing Guangguang, you are crazy, why do you want to kill my son!" Feng Youjing held a long knife, looked at Hongxing Guangxi gloomily, and asked ferociously.

His son had one of his legs broken. Before he could find out the truth, he didn't expect that Hongxing Guanghuang wanted to kill his son.

How can Fengyoujing not be angry.

At this time, Zhang Xiang, who was seriously injured by Hongxing Guangguang's punch, also stepped forward. His son was torn off one leg and the other was broken. He is likely to become a useless person in the future. He wanted to kill his son again.

Zhang Xiang has never suffered such a big loss in his life.

There were bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and the blood all over his body rushed to his head, and his face was grim. At this moment, he had lost the calmness and aura of the past.

"Ma Teng, my son had one of his legs torn off and one of his legs broken in your school. You must give me an explanation today!" Zhang Xiang yelled at Ma Teng.

Ma Teng frowned when he heard Zhang Xiang's barking.

Don't look at Ma Teng in front of the two old men of "Hum Ha", his bones are as soft as a little girl.

But he has never paid attention to something like Zhang Xiang. A warrior of the eighth realm, a guy like a slug, dares to yell at him.

He walked slowly for a few steps, stood in front of Zhang Xiang, pointed at Sun Shimin, and said calmly: "Your son first conspired with Ju Huajing to kill this little brother, but unfortunately his skills are not as good as others. The leg was broken by this little brother."

"Then your son conspired with Ju Huajing to kill the comatose Red Star Erguotou, and then planted the blame on this little brother."

"It's just their bad luck. Red Star Erguotou happened to enter a state of madness, and Zhang Jin had one of his legs torn off. If I hadn't knocked Red Star Erguotou unconscious out of compassion, you would have been collecting their bodies now."

After hearing Ma Teng's words, Zhang Xiang didn't think about whether his son had done something wrong, but stared directly at Sun Shimin with a ferocious face.

"A little new student dares to destroy his precious son."

"Kill that boy for me." Zhang Xiang ordered to his warriors.

His two seventh-level warriors were ready to kill Sun Shimin. They killed a new student without any background. Over the years, under Zhang Xiang's hands, not a thousand innocent people had died under their swords. There were probably eight hundred of them, and they killed a lot of young and old people without any martial arts skills.

Ma Teng looked at the two warriors who were attacking Sun Shimin and said calmly: "Looking for death——"

He took a step forward and punched out.

"Crack——with a soft sound, the heads of Zhang Xiang's two subordinates flew out.

The bodies of the two continued to move forward a few steps under inertia, and then fell to the ground with two bangs, and the ground was covered with blood.

"Killing people in front of my Ma Teng is simply not taking my Ma Teng seriously."

"A little consul, a guy like a slug, dares to run rampant in front of me, Ma Teng."

While speaking, Ma Teng waved his palm and slapped Zhang Xiang's face.

"Papa, papa, papa --" the sound of slapping came out unconsciously.

In five seconds, Ma Teng's hand came into intimate contact with Zhang Xiang's face hundreds of times.

Five seconds later, a pig's head appeared in front of everyone.

Ma Teng took out a white silk handkerchief, wiped his hands lightly, and said flatly: "Dare to kill my junior brother in front of Ma Teng, you are courting death."

Zhang Xiang took a deep look at Ma Teng, and then at Sun Shimin, as if to remember Sun Shimin's appearance.

Then he picked up Zhang Jin, got into the nuclear-powered car, and left Ma Teng Martial Arts School.

(End of this chapter)