Supreme Lightning System

Chapter 42
Sun Shimin: ...

"The three saints of Beizhou, pretending to be... forcing... the king?" '

Sun Shimin recited it twice in his mind, then scratched his head and said honestly: "It's really quite pretentious."

Seeing that the boy in front of him was about to die, he dared to humiliate their name, Zhuang Bell, the man with the spear, was furious, and he snorted coldly: "Forget it, let me send you on the road with my own hands."

"It's a pity that my spear is going to be stained with the blood of an unknown person today." Bell lamented with a distressed expression on his face.

Next to the 'sacred saint', Wang Rong, who could send her husband to the grassland thousands of miles away when she was dancing cheap, also said angrily: "You brat who doesn't know what to do, dare to insult the name of our Three Sages in Beijing."

"Bell, don't beep with him again, let him know how powerful our Sansheng of Beizhou is."

Bell's face was filled with arrogance. He held the huge spear in one hand and jumped up: "Boy, suffer death!"

His shot was very domineering, the spear stabbed out slowly, and there were bursts of violent, "whoosh—" sonic booms, as if under this shot, the air felt frightened and wailed.

The shot he leaped up was like the peerless god of war, and even when he exerted his strength, the movement of standing up was somewhat domineering.

A shot fell, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.

Sun Shimin looked at the gun with an unusually solemn expression. The weight of the spear itself is conservatively estimated to be about 100 million catties, and the man with the spear, Bell, is conservatively estimated to have a six-level cultivation base. The weight of this spear is probably the least. It reached a terrifying 700 million catties.

Sun Shimin hurriedly accumulated the power of the sword, the hidden power of the nine-fold sword, and the secret of Junlin's "lifting a heavy weight as if it were light" were all gathered on this sword.

The combat instinct at the lowest level has already been calculated, and all the offensive attacks that Bell can unleash after this shot have been calculated.

'boom! '

With a loud bang, the 'Blade of Hades' and the shot from the top of Mount Beltay slammed together.Immediately afterwards, there appeared-Ding!With a crisp sound, Bell's huge spear tip was neatly broken into two pieces.

At the same time, the spear in Bell's hand suddenly dropped, flew backwards, and slapped Bell's face with a 'snap', and a red mark as thick as a forearm appeared on his face.

"Ah—" Bell uttered a scream and fell to the ground.

Sun Shimin stood there with a dazed expression on his face, this...was simply too dramatic.

Originally, he was already prepared to meet this shot with a force of '700 million catties', but he didn't expect that the saber in his hand hadn't exploded yet.The huge spear in Bell's hand broke in two, and at the same time, he dropped his spear and flew back backwards to slap him on the face...

'Could it be that when did I actually have such a strong strength that I could cut through the strongest Qian Sen alloy with one blow? 'Sun Shimin was extremely puzzled.

He bent down to pick up Bell's half-cut gun. As expected, it didn't feel heavy in his hand, but it was unusually light. He held it in his hand and observed it carefully.

"Where is this made of the latest Qiansen SMAX alloy? It is clearly the most common steel, covered with a thin layer of Qiansen SMAX alloy skin..."

"No wonder I can cut it off with a single knife. It turns out that it is a counterfeit product..."

In Sun Shimin's heart, the image of the three 'masters' has completely collapsed, and the image of the three 'masters' in his heart has been combined with their titles - pretending king...

It is estimated that the three of them are not "gun masters", "sword masters", or "sword masters", but the ancestors of the force - the force saint...

Thinking of this, he burst out laughing in his heart, and joked: "What a bullshit gun sage, I think it's just a joke."

Bearing the pain in his face, Bell climbed up, still shouting arrogantly: "Hey, boy, don't be arrogant, my young master ate a bad stomach this morning, and today I pulled it out ten times, and I lost to you with a little effort." !"

He pulled the giant man next to him: "Bifford, that kid has been injured by my shot just now, and he has injured his meridians all over his body. Now he is holding on. You can teach this guy a lesson now, so don't fall for us in Beijing." The name of the Three Saints!"

When Biford saw what happened to Bell, he hesitated for a moment, but remembering the bragging he had done in front of his two companions in the past, he bit the bullet and walked out. He also thought of Bell's words. The boy's meridians had been injured by Bell, and he suddenly felt... Confident, he mustered up the courage to walk up and shouted loudly: "Boy, how dare you insult our Three Saints of Beizhou? I will kill you!"

After drinking, he turned his head and said to his two companions, "Bell, warm up a glass of wine and drink it when I return from triumph."

"While warming the wine, I will cut him under the sword."

With a sinister smile, he raised the 'Qinglong Yanyue Sword' with both hands: "Boy, this sword of mine weighs 880 kilograms. With one strike, you will not turn into ashes..."

Sun Shimin no longer wanted to play with these three funny men. In the cave, Chai Han, the cross-dressing man, was still waiting for dinner.

He put away the 'Pluto Warblade', and without a word, he flew forward, his casserole-sized fists directly aimed at Biford's face, and greeted him.

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Biford, our "Warming Wine and Killing the Beast King", was pushed down by Sun Shimin, and the bluffing sword was still aside in his panic.

Biford covered his face and wailed, "Hero, hero. Don't slap your face, don't slap your face..."

"Hero, don't slap your face. Oh, why do you only slap your face..."

Three minutes later, Sun Shimin stretched his neck and stood up with a face full of intoxication: "It's really cool to have a good fight." '

Our "Warming Wine Slashing the Beastmaster" swordsman, Mr. Biford, also stood up. His head and face were covered with blue and purple patches everywhere. On the top of his head, there were bumps the size of fists everywhere. His face became as big as a pig's head.

Seeing Sun Shimin still looking at the fist in his hand intoxicated, slowly walking towards him, our Sword Saint Biford was frightened. He suddenly knelt down, threw himself in front of Sun Shimin, hugged Sun Shimin's calf, and coughed up snot. He begged with tears: "Hero, hero, please, don't fight..."

The two companions of the knife saint Biford, the spear saint and the cheap saint, were also full of fear when they saw Sun Shimin's brutal appearance.

Especially the 'Mean Saint' Ms. Wang Rong, holding the sword with trembling hands, shouting the classic line: "Don't come over..."

"Don't come here... I'll shout if you come here again..."

Sun Shimin didn't believe in evil, so he kicked Biford off his feet and walked towards Wang Rong.

Seeing Sun Shimin approaching, Wang Rong suddenly threw the sword in her hand, unzipped the "Pluto's suit", exposed her shoulders, and hummed softly and charmingly: "Ah~~"

"Don't come here, if you come again, I'll call you, ah~~"

(End of this chapter)