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

"you?"

I don’t know when it appeared.

A boy with a blood-stained face stood quietly in front of Wu Zhiqi.

The hand was as hard as steel.

It was easy to stop the power that could easily kill the late-stage Celestial Immortal.

"How long do you think you can last?"

There was no hesitation in this statement.

So arrogant.

But it gives people a strong and unquestionable feeling, as if they are explaining a trivial matter.

Wu Zhiqi stared blankly at Nezha who stopped him.

The latter seemed to have changed into a different person, and he could no longer detect the aura coming from the other person's body.

Nothing.

Looked up.

Wu Zhiqi immediately met Nezha's gaze, and his whole body felt horrified at this moment.

What kind of eyes are those.

It was as calm and plain as the blue sky. It was obviously so simple and unpretentious, but it could not help but overflow with an extremely normal indifference.

It's like looking at a dead person.

dead?

That guy actually treated me as a witch and treated me, an ancient demon, as a dead person?

Wu Zhiqi became angry.

"You kid, stop talking so loudly here!"

Wu Zhiqi's body was filled with surging mana ripples, forming terrifying air waves.

Crazy shaking everything around.

The ancient trees creaked, and the broken rocks on the ground continued to roll and retreat in the air.

Even the sky gradually changed color in this explosion.

But Nezha just looked at Wu Zhiqi quietly, without any emotion in his eyes.

That hand still clamped the latter's fist.

"Li...Li Nezha?"

Princess Long Ji opened her eyes and burst into tears when she looked up and saw this scene.

At that moment, her whole spirit almost collapsed.

No one can be calm between life and death.

Even if I could, I would still be trembling with fear from the bottom of my heart when I think about it after the disaster.

This is the psychological shadow.

At this moment, Princess Longji is in this situation.

Nezha was silent.

But the wrist locked on Wu Zhiqi exerted a slight force, followed by a "stuck" sound.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Following Wu Zhiqi's uncontrollable scream, the wrist tightly grasped by Nezha shattered in the air.

Pfft!

The mixture of blood and flesh spread out, hitting Princess Longji all over her face.

I thought she would scream the next moment.

But this unparalleled change left her at a loss, and she forgot all about it.

"how is this possible?"

Wu Zhiqi appeared a hundred meters away with a distorted face, his other hand tremblingly lifting the arm that had lost its wrist, and his expression was horrified.

He couldn't believe it was all true.

This arm and this body have been tempered by the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills.

Even the two bloodlines of the Four Hunshi Monkeys can withstand it, how could they be crushed so easily.

And he was the kid who was crushed by him a second ago.

One should have died.

die?

Wu Zhiqi's pupils widened again, and the eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.

What did he see?

The bloody hole that the kid had penetrated through his chest had not only recovered as before.

Even the clothes on his body were slowly recovering. If it hadn't been stained with mud and blood, he wouldn't have been able to believe that he had punched the kid through the chest just a second ago.

How on earth did he survive?

"woo woo woo woo!"

Wu Zhiqi here is still thinking wildly.

After regaining consciousness, Princess Longji, who was dominated by fear, did not care about her arrogant personality.

He opened his arms and hugged Nezha in front of him.

Crying like a child.

Her spirit had reached its limit, and at that moment she really thought she would die.

only......

Facing Ruanxiang in his arms, Nezha was like a puppet without emotions.

There were no ripples in the depths of his eyes.

That gaze was still looking straight ahead, looking at Wu Zhiqi.

"you......."

"Who the hell is this guy?"

At this moment, Wu Zhiqi felt that Li Nezha in front of him was extremely strange, as if he had changed into a different person.

Language.

action.

There are also facial expressions, all of which have completely changed.

This is simply another person!

Especially the one that seemed calm, but actually sent out shocking fluctuations in his heart.

Absolutely not!

Absolutely not! ! !

"You are definitely not that brat. Who the hell are you?"

"Who is it!"

At this moment, Wu Zhiqi, who originally thought he had the overall situation and everything under control, was really panicking.

Perhaps due to his high concentration and the unfolding of this incredible situation, Wu Zhiqi unexpectedly let out bursts of screams.

"I do not care who you are?"

"No matter who you are, you will die here today!"

Wu Zhiqi gave up the so-called temptation, and while roaring angrily, an unparalleled huge river of water condensed around him.

I saw the river water turning into sharp blades.

Knives, guns, swords and halberds.

All kinds of weapons that have been tempered by his magic power and become sharpened and enchanted.

Then he transformed into giant dragons that were hundreds of feet long.

He roared at Nezha.

This earth-shattering roar made even the earth tremble.

"what happened?"

Under the huge long stick in the distance, a stream of clear air slowly steamed up into the air.

Finally transformed into the appearance of Yang Jian.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Yang Jian, whose armor was shattered and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, looked at the densely packed air in front of him with all kinds of water-flowing magical weapons and beasts.

My forehead felt numb.

Yang Jian was in very bad condition, and at least one-tenth of his bones were broken under Wu Zhiqi's stick.

Fortunately, he practiced the Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques.

Only by taking the Holy Medicine of Yuxu at the critical moment can he survive.

Otherwise, the injury might have been more serious.

"that is?"

"Nezha?"

Looking ahead, Yang Jian, who took in the situation in front of him, finally noticed who was attacking with all the magical powers of the water system.

Nezha.

Li Nezha!

It turned out to be Li Nezha!

"Brother Nezha, get away quickly!"

Yang Jian trembled and spoke, and at the same time he took the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand with a fierce move, and the other hand held the God's Axe.

The mana in his body surged rapidly.

He planned to use all his magic power to help Nezha resist these attacks.

but.

Wu Zhiqi, whose body was slowly hanging up, didn't even look at Yang Jian. The wrist that was pinched by Nezha shook slightly and grew back, then pressed down on Yang Jian fiercely.

That's less than one-tenth of the water attack in mid-air.

Then Yang Jian was drowned again.

He was beaten back and forth and forced thousands of meters away from the battlefield.

Not long after hitting the surface of the Huaihe River, the water of the Huaihe River surged up with endless water prison blades, and launched attacks one after another.

Yang Jian was not given any chance to support him at all.

"Little devil, die to me!"

After temporarily dealing with Yang Jian's Wu Zhiqi long stick, he was in his hand again, and his powerful mana surged.

All the water attacks hanging in mid-air broke through the sound barrier at this moment.

Densely packed.

The overwhelming force poured towards Nezha.

Such a large-scale attack directly covers thousands of meters in radius, and there is no way to avoid it.

If Nezha uses the divine fire clone in time.

You may have a chance to dodge, but you will definitely be affected by some attacks.

Even fallen.

But Nezha didn't have any intention of evading, he just stretched out an arm towards the overwhelming water dragons and so on.

The other hand pressed down on Princess Longji's head to prevent her from turning around and seeing this scene, causing fear and trouble again.

"town!"