Supreme Lightning System

Chapter 95 Zhang Jin
Seeing Yaohui gritted his teeth and endured the anger in his heart.

Zhang Jin became even more arrogant: "Boy, do you still want to hit me? Come... come, my face is here, hit me, if you don't hit me today, you will be my grandson..."

While talking arrogantly, Zhang Jin stretched his face in front of Yaohui, pointing at his own face.

"Let's fight—"

"Just hit this—"

"I don't believe that in this deep sea city, who else would dare to fight against me, Zhang Jin..."

Zhang Jin didn't say the last word to go.

because……

Snapped--

A loud slap hit his face. With this loud slap, Zhang Jin staggered and two teeth flew out of his mouth.

It can be seen that the person who beat him used great strength.

Wang Congming came over with two panda eyes, looked at Zhang Jin, and said with a mean face: "I have grown up so much, I have never seen such a wonderful person as you, and begging others to beat you... "

"Grandson, is that enough just now? If not, grandpa will give you another."

Zhang Jin was stunned by this slap. As the son of the second consul of Deep Sea City, he didn't expect that someone would dare to hit him, and hit him so hard.

It's like breaking ground on Tai Sui's head, Zhang Jin has never suffered such a loss.

The bloodshot eyes in his eyes climbed crazily, and the blood all over his body rushed towards his head crazily, making his face flushed and turning hideous.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, to kill this guy, only this guy's blood could wash away his shame.

"Am I fucking you?!" Zhang Jin yelled.

The knife at his waist was out of its sheath, and a blood-red light flashed, and chopped off at Wang Congming's head.

Looking at Zhang Jin's knife, Wang Chongming looked calm, and he even wanted to laugh.

And he actually laughed.

People around thought Wang Chongming was frightened.

Wang Congming looked at Zhang Jin's knife with a smile, and said something lightly.

"My father is the third sequence hunting king Jian."

"Huh—" Zhang Jin's saber stopped in front of Wang Congming's eyes, and he didn't dare to go any further.

His chest heaved violently, he was panting heavily, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Wang Congming crazily.

Perhaps feeling that so many people were watching around him, he was heartbroken. The knife in his hand continued to slash downwards, and he yelled crazily.

"You say yes, even if you are Wang Jian's son, I will kill you today!!!"

Although Zhang Jin was yelling loudly, the knife in his hand changed direction, turning into the back of the knife and slashing at Wang Congming.If this wretched guy in front of him is really Wang Jian's son, then he cannot afford the consequences of killing Wang Jian's son, nor can his entire family.

Zhang Jin's knife had already struck, but Wang Congming was still not worried at all. He said to the surrounding crowd, everyone saw it, but he cut mine first.

It was he who cut me first.

As soon as the words fell, the Baizhan Saber from Wang Congming's waist came out of its sheath.

The aura of his whole person suddenly changed, from the wretched and exaggerated aura just now, it instantly became incomparably domineering, and his eyes also became sharp, with a faint murderous look.

This is the result of his three months of training in the Huangquan training camp.

Wang Chongming's Bai Zhan Dao arrived first, and the huge Bai Zhan Dao struck Zhang Jin's sword with a huge force.

With a loud "bang--", Zhang Jin flew backwards.

The Pluto Warblade in his hand was now shattered into several pieces.

The ordinary Pluto's War Blade is no match for the Nine-Rank Divine Weapon Hundred Battle Sword.

Not far away, Ran Ran, who had just followed Songyang to the school gate, was stunned when he saw Wang Congming slashing Zhang Jin away with a single knife, "It turns out that this wretched-looking guy is so powerful."

"And he said he was Wang Jian's son."

"Who is Wang Jian? Is he the old man who is good at earning him [-] million first as a mantra?"

Zhang Jin was chopped off with one knife, but Wang Congming put away the Baizhan knife, immediately pretended to be pitiful, and said to the surrounding students: "You can see, but he hit me."

"You see, his sword style messed up my hair..."

"Look, the hairstyle is messed up..."

The freshmen who were watching around felt like beating someone up. Damn it, they had never seen such a shameless guy.

"Your hair is messed up..."

"You even slapped Zhang Jin's teeth out, and even chopped Zhang Jin to vomit blood..."

"You actually filed a complaint first, and someone messed up your hair..."

"God, hurry up and send down a thunderbolt to kill this shameless bastard."

Perhaps God really heard the prayers of so many people, and the sky that was still sunny just now turned dark in an instant.

The rumbling sound resounded through the sky.

"Crack————" Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck down.

It's a pity that there is a defensive light curtain over the city, otherwise, this lightning might really hit this shameless guy.

On the side, Zhang Jin stood up with the support of a young man in black sportswear.

Supported by a young man in black sportswear, Zhang Jin's right hand holding the knife was still shaking, and the tiger's mouth on his right hand was oozing blood.

It can be seen that the power of Wang Chongming's sword just now was great.

The young man in black sportswear, after confirming that Zhang Jin had no major problems, left Zhang Jin in the care of Ma Sihan.

He walked slowly towards Wang Chongming.

This young man was of medium height, with a slender build, black broken hair covering his eyebrows, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, and his whole body exuded a sunny atmosphere.

"I heard that you are Wang Jian's son?" The young man in black sportswear said calmly as he walked towards Wang Congming. While speaking, there was a look of contempt in his eyes.

"Another guy who relies on his father."

Suddenly he moved.

With a soft sound of '咻——', the young man pulled out the long knife from his waist. The shape of the long knife was obviously a Japanese sword.

At the same time as he drew the knife, his contemptuous eyes just now became extremely fierce, with a murderous look.

"You actually bullied Zhang Jinjun, go to hell—"

Yan returns——

The aura of the young man in black sportswear suddenly broke out.

Sun Shimin, who was watching from the side, suddenly concentrated.

Six Realms——

This young man is actually at the sixth level, and judging by the increase in his saber technique, he is actually at the unity level, and at the middle level of the unity level.

Moreover, the young man's sword was aimed at Wang Congming's heart, and he actually wanted to kill Wang Congming.

Wang Chongming couldn't block this blow.

Then, Sun Shimin moved——

His movements were slow, but he quickly blocked between the young man and Wang Congming.

For him who has mastered the situation, all the attack trajectories of this young man are within his expectation.

Facing the young man's quick knife, Sun Shimin slowly stretched out his right hand.

The young man's knife was so fast that the freshmen watching around couldn't see the trajectory of the knife clearly.

Sun Shimin's hands are very slow, so slow that the surrounding freshmen can clearly see the direction of movement of his hands.

Under the gaze of all the freshmen, Sun Shimin's hand easily passed the young man's defense.

'Pa——' With a soft sound, Sun Shimin pinched the young man's neck with his hands and lifted him up.

(End of this chapter)