Fengshen: I, Nezha, don’t need a system

Things have developed to this extent, and Nezha can't think of a better reason to solve it.

Since it doesn't make sense.

It's best to use force to solve it.

But Nezha had secretly sworn in his heart that he would definitely kill anyone he encountered in the West if he could.

"My magic power and consciousness have been sealed by Zhao Gongming. As long as you can defeat me in this state, I, Nezha, will surrender to Dashang immediately without saying a word!"

"Nezha!"

Yuan Hong screamed, his whole monkey face full of worry and doubt.

But he quickly reacted and yelled at Nezha: "Li Nezha, what are you thinking about? No matter how arrogant you are, Deng Chanyu is also a monk in the realm of immortals. How can you fight her in this almost useless state?"

If your physical strength is at its peak.

Naturally, I, Yuan Hong, will not come out to stop you, but most of your physical strength has been consumed by fleeing.

If you fight Deng Chanyu again, you won't be able to use even the simplest elementalization.

Isn't this an obvious show?

Or is it that Nezha really wants to surrender and marry Deng Chanyu.

"Don't you look down on anyone? This is completely inconsistent with my usual behavior, Deng Chanyu!"

"Although..." Deng Chanyu calmed down and looked at Nezha's eyes filled with absolute belief in victory, "I really want to say this, but this time I decided to give up my so-called persistence."

"Nezha."

"Li Nezha!"

Deng Chanyu also raised the flaming blade in his hand, pointed at Nezha who had drawn the demon-suppressing sword, and let out a deep roar: "Let's fight!"

"Zheng!"

Now that the decision has been made, Deng Chanyu will never hold back.

Mana flowed through the body, and the flaming blade cut through the air in an instant and approached Nezha's chest.

fast.

But not fast.

With a muffled sound of "dang", Nezha had completed the exchange of the Qiankun Circle and the Demon-Suppressing Sword, and swung the hedge to block Deng Chanyu's flaming blade.

Nezha's sword-wielding arm trembled slightly, but it also forced Deng Chanyu to retreat due to the force of the shock.

Nezha raised the demon-suppressing sword fiercely, without any plan, just like a violent rainstorm, slashing at Deng Chanyu's flaming blade, trying to cut the sword directly.

Deng Chanyu retreated step by step, and two half-meter-long ravines had been plowed out just under his feet.

It seemed as if the person opposite was not a human being, but a humanoid bull of unknown age.

The difference in strength level is too great.

"I won't lose, it's impossible for me to lose." Deng Chanyu moaned uncontrollably, the absolute belief in her eyes turning into madness.

She couldn't even defeat Nezha in the sealed state, so what shame did she have to chase after the former's back.

Not even qualified to look at it.

Besides, this is her only chance.

"Sword points...ah!"

Deng Chanyu controlled the flaming blade and wanted to use sword control, but she still underestimated Nezha.

Nezha didn't give Deng Chanyu any time to prepare. It was so dense that every attack was like a heavy boulder. Deng Chanyu was already very reluctant to defend herself. With the torrential rain falling, how could she concentrate her mind, or simply say that she couldn't dare.

She wanted to step back and distance herself.

But every time she moved a certain distance, Nezha got closer.

Back and forth.

Can't get rid of it no matter what.

As long as she is a little careless, the edge of the demon-suppressing sword will definitely cut through her Qingluan armor and cut off her arm in the next moment.

"how come."

Yuan Hong was stunned. This scene unfolded completely differently than he expected.

In his fantasy, Nezha should be overwhelmed by Deng Chanyu's sword-wielding skills, but he didn't expect that he could still have the upper hand at this moment.

Yuan Hong here was surprised, while Deng Chanyu in the battle was terrified.

There is no so-called flow of mana, no so-called entanglement of fire.

But just this ordinary chop was enough to make Deng Chanyu unable to lift her head.

The most terrifying thing was Nezha. He didn't show any sign of weakness at all. His eyes without flames were so single at this moment that it seemed like there was only absolute brutality and invisible pressure.

Yang Jian was frightened.

This was the first time he saw Nezha fighting purely with his body. Although he knew that Nezha's strength was greatly increased by practicing the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills, he did not expect that he could crush the immortals in his "waste" state.

It means that Deng Chanyu is too weak.

Or is Nezha's body too strong?

The battle in the battlefield is still going on, and it seems that Nezha has found his rhythm, or maybe Deng Chanyu is not a weak genius.

Growing up in desperate situations.

She actually withstood Nezha's chop perfectly.

And still trying to fight back.

"What happened here?"

Tu Xingsun jumped out from the ground, and Lei Zhenzi's figure appeared in the sky. His wings vibrated and he sped up to dive in front of Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Yang Jian replied perfunctorily, his eyes continuing to focus on Nezha who was fighting fiercely.

"Split the sword!"

Deng Chanyu, who found her rhythm, finally quickly separated two flaming blades in a defense.

One left and one right, attacking Nezha from both sides.

With their appearance, the pressure suddenly came to Nezha.

Although slashing left and right can knock them away with brute force, they are controlled by divine consciousness and have no so-called backlash effect at all.

Spin on the spot and kill again.

Nezha had no defense.

The best defense is the offense!

Attack constantly, attack furiously.

Even...,...the sword blade has begun to leave small scars on his body...

No matter what!

"I've got your rhythm."

Deng Chanyu used another sword to knock away Nezha's demon-suppressing sword, and the two flaming blades quickly followed and restrained him. She took advantage of this opportunity to quickly change the magic formula in her hand.

The sword blade gave birth to three phantoms, instantly covering Nezha.

"Li Nezha, please admit that you lost."

The original best time to attack was reminded by Deng Chanyu. Until this moment, she seemed to have felt that the victory would be hers.

"..."

but!

In response to Deng Chanyu, there was only the clanging sound of the impact. Nezha held the Demon Suppressing Sword in his right hand and the Universe Circle in his left hand, clearing away all approaching flaming blades at an incredible speed.

The accompanying spiritual treasure universe circle does not require mana to activate.

The top-quality innate spiritual treasure demon-suppressing sword also does not require mana to activate. The inherent sharpness of its blade is enough to make it a magic weapon.

"Kakkaka!"

The flaming blade that was fused with the Xuanyuan Divine Arrow unexpectedly opened several cracks.

Eventually it completely shattered into flames.

But Nezha did not stop because the flaming blade in Deng Chanyu's hand was still intact.

How could a divine arrow be damaged so easily?

What was destroyed was only Deng Chanyu's magic power.

A clone of the sword that was merely pulled out by magic power could not withstand the sharpness of the Demon Suppressing Sword and the weight of the Universe Circle.

Looking at the demon-suppressing sword and the universe circle that are getting closer.

Deng Chanyu was absent-minded for a while.

Why don't you admit defeat?

He quietly placed his left hand behind his back, and a white light quickly condensed from it.

"Chanyu, be careful!"

"Little General Chanyu, get out of here!"

At the same moment, two voices of concern came from behind Deng Chanyu, as Yin Shiniang and Wen Zhongzheng were riding the clouds and flying at high speed.

Behind them was Deng Jiugong riding his horse.

Wu Wenhua holding a steel rake.

The Jie Jiao Immortal did not appear.

But this lineup was enough to move Nezha. He stopped two meters away from Deng Chanyu.

"It seems that the winner tonight is indistinguishable."

Glancing at the approaching Yin Shiniang and Wen Zhong, Nezha no longer intended to continue fighting.

Just one Yin Shiniang can suppress Tu Xingsun and Lei Zhenzi.

Even Yuan Hong will be affected.

Not to mention Wen Zhong and Deng Jiugong.

Yang Jian, whose injuries have improved slightly without mana, and who is in a "waste" state, is not enough to win this battle.

There is even a possibility of being caught again.

"You want to run?"

Deng Chanyu is not willing to settle for a tie like this. This may be her only chance to win against Nezha.

If you miss this time, it may be forever.

Nezha's performance was really too strong, so strong that she couldn't imagine how strong Nezha would be without his sealed mana and consciousness.

Can you last ten rounds?

Do not!

Or is it a round?

I'm afraid I can't even bear it.

Do you really have to give up like that tonight?

Questioning herself in her heart, Deng Chanyu involuntarily let go of the flaming blade in her hand.

But the next moment he clenched the hilt of the sword again.

The belief in her beautiful eyes became crazy again.

Do not!

You can't just give up. It took a lot of effort for you to adapt to Nezha's rhythm.

Finally got a chance to fight back.

How could it end like this?

Absolutely not!

I must win this battle tonight.

"Li Nezha, do you want to escape?" She asked in a rare provocation.