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

"So....."

"Let me show you the limits of my body."

Nezha, who was holding the Demon-Suppressing Sword, had his pupils glaring, and his whole momentum was whistling like a sudden wind at this moment, and then he slowly moaned: "A flash of flames."

Deng Chanyu was still in a daze.

Astonishing deterrents swarmed over her, and she subconsciously raised the flaming blade in her hand to block, subconsciously ensuring that no matter what kind of attack it was, she would be able to meet it with the most perfect posture.

The astonishing wind pressure made her cheeks ache.

What followed was absolute violence.

"boom!"

It was just a face-to-face encounter, and the winner was determined by the brief contact between the weapons of both sides.

Deng Chanyu, who was blocking, flew out completely.

There is no such thing as a stalemate.

There is no suspense.

The demon-suppressing sword in Nezha's hand knocked back Deng Chanyu's flaming blade, and at the same time, Deng Chanyu himself was slashed away.

Such a arrogant gesture.

It truly explains what violence solves everything.

Nezha stood there, the hand holding the sword still making slashing movements.

There was no expression on his face, but everyone at this moment understood that the outcome was decided.

I originally thought they would be evenly matched.

Even the slightly weaker Nezha, the power burst out at this moment is completely enough to refresh all the impressions present several times.

"Delaying time?"

"From the moment Nezha was given a break, Deng Chanyu had already lost."

Yang Jian told the truth, and the third eye on his forehead opened to illuminate Nezha in the center of the battlefield.

He saw that Nezha was full of strength at this moment, and there were endless red rivers running through all the limbs in his body. That was the source of Nezha's strength, and it was also the basis for determining Nezha's physical strength.

crush.

It's an absolute crushing!

This is the power of physical cultivation, even if the magic power and magical power are sealed.

He can still complete the counter-attack with his powerful body.

Just like the Witch Clan in ancient times, they were able to become the overlord of the ancient times just by relying on their powerful body.

"How...how could this happen?"

Deng Jiugong's eyes were as wide as lanterns, and he couldn't control his emotions.

His daughter was defeated like this?

The rest of the people present were also stunned, and they all looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

This development is unacceptable.

It was clear that Deng Chanyu had the upper hand at first, but why did it only take a while...

"Brother."

Wen Zhong closed the third eye on his forehead and looked at Zhao Gongming, who also looked at Wen Zhong.

"That child is indeed very outstanding. If he hadn't already had the orthodoxy, I would definitely find a way to include him in our education."

Zhao Gongming clenched the Dinghaizhu in his hand, and then slowly walked towards Nezha.

Since it is one's own prey.

How could you let him go so easily?

Just because Deng Chanyu lost, it didn't mean that Zhao Gongming could let Nezha leave.

The number of people overwhelmed the opponent.

The advantage is mine!

"Li...Li Nezha..."

Deng Chanyu, who just raised her head again, noticed the sharp edge and stared blankly at the cyan sword blade so close at hand.

"you lose."

Nezha spoke calmly, and a strand of red silk extended from Xiqi City, fell in front of Nezha and wrapped around Nezha's arm again to form an armband.

Hunting Aya.

As a companion spirit treasure, it rushed over immediately after sensing its master's aura.

After a brief surprise, Nezha's consciousness was brought back by crying, and Deng Chanyu was actually sobbing. Nezha always thought that this sassy female general was extremely strong inside, but now she was actually in front of so many people, in front of Nezha. Cry, cry so hollowly.

Such despair.

It seems that at this moment, everything in the world is just despair, which makes people feel empty.

Nezha wants to take back the demon-suppressing sword.

"You are quite talented among your peers, but it's a pity that you chose the wrong opponent."

Nezha could only speak like this.

He didn't know how to say anything comforting, and even said before that he couldn't even say such words.

but.......

Seeing Deng Chanyu sobbing softly in front of him at this moment, regardless of her appearance, Nezha, who had already won, could obviously fulfill the privileges of the winner without any guilt.

But at this moment, Nezha suddenly felt a twinge of pain in his heart for some reason.

Yes.

It just stings.

He didn't understand where this emotion came from. It was obvious that he and Deng Chanyu didn't have much interaction at all.

Even getting along is just a matter of superiors and subordinates.

Even counting back to their childhood encounters, Nezha felt that he had not made too many mistakes.

But now...his heart was twitching violently with the latter's whimpering.

You say it's not funny.

In the few seconds when he was absent-minded, Zhao Gongming was less than ten meters away from him. Yang Jian and the others reacted at this time and rushed to remind Nezha.

But Nezha didn't seem to hear it.

And Deng Chanyu, who was still sobbing at this moment... seemed to hear the roar of a dragon.

And some... special Sanskrit words that he didn't understand and had never had any impression of.

And then.

A scene appeared in front of her that shocked her desperate world again. The demon-suppressing sword fell to the ground with a "dang" sound. Nezha, who was supposed to leave with a victorious attitude, actually covered his head with both hands at this moment, with the first look on his face. A painful expression covered in sweat for the first time.

Deng Chanyu was stunned.

The rest of the people present were also stunned.

But there was faint laughter coming from the darkness.

And the sigh in the void.

......

"Has it started yet...?"

Empress Nuwa, who was watching all this in the Wa Palace, looked to the west with murderous intent on her face.

"Lingzhu'er..."

"Can't you help Lingzhu'er get through it?" Taiyin Xingjun looked at Nuwa.

"Yes." Nuwa hesitated a little, "But once we take action, Lingzhu'er will leave Xiqi immediately, and his future achievements will be reduced because of this. I think... Lingzhu'er Wouldn’t want to.”

"Even if it affects future achievements, it's still better than dying."

Taiyin Xingjun doesn't care about achievements or not. In her opinion, even if Lingzhu's future achievements are limited, who can easily bully Lingzhu with them here?

Under this lineup.

If it weren't for a saint to take action, it would be a quasi-sage who was once famous in the wilderness.

Even if you move the spirit beads, you have to consider whether you can withstand their anger.

"Chang Xi, you don't understand."

Nuwa is naturally willing to protect Lingzhu, but with the pride shown by Lingzhu now, she will never tolerate herself living under their protection for the rest of her life.

Lingzhu has been with him for so many years.

As my own child, how could I, a mother, not understand my own child?

"I don't understand..."

"I don't understand at all."

Taiyin Star Lord's mood suddenly became a little excited, and he stood up directly and followed Nuwa Empress, staring at the only saint in the world.

"If I had understood, I wouldn't have let my nephews die in front of my eyes one by one, and watched my sister stupidly fall with Na Dijun and his damn heaven."

"Nuwa, empress Nuwa!"

"I don't want to let the hard-earned feelings disappear again."

"Chang Xi... The monkey mind cannot be stopped..."

Empress Nuwa was silent.