Qinglong Pass, which has been baptized by time for hundreds of years, has a smooth ground that can reflect people's shadows. Rows of soldiers stood, holding spears glowing with cold light. They looked resolutely and stared ahead, looking like sculptures in the cool wind.
On the contrary here, Guanxia was very chaotic and noisy, with thousands of voices shouting, and their words were full of insults towards the Shang Dynasty and disdain for Nezha. Needless to say, it was Zhou Bing who was mentioned in Shen Gongbao's words that made him very angry.
It is a very common method to demoralize the opponent by insulting him in front of the battle. Only Shen Gongbao, who has never seen the world, would be angry.
The Shang soldiers standing on the gate looked numb and had no intention of fighting back.
Suddenly, two divine lights descended on the gate tower, revealing the real person. Not only did the Shang soldiers guarding the city kneel down, but the chaotic sounds under the gate also disappeared.
The ones who came were naturally Chu Feng and Nezha. He casually glanced at the soldiers in front of him and Chu Feng said lightly: "Everyone, get up. Today, let's take a good look at how General Nezha defeats the enemy."
The Shang soldiers had obviously undergone special training. After hearing Chu Feng's words, they stood up in unison.
At this time, a man floated up from Guanxia, standing in mid-air, wearing a golden armor, holding a slender three-pointed two-edged sword. His eyes were shining with gold, and he was majestic. At first glance, he was someone who should not be underestimated.
"Yang Jian, I haven't seen you for ten days. All your injuries are healed. Not bad, not bad."
Chu Feng looked at Yang Jian, he was praising him, but he was a little bit disgusted in his heart. He originally had a good impression of this Yang Jian. A few days ago, the Twelve Golden Immortals joined forces to put pressure on him and couldn't take action freely, which made Chu Feng feel a little hateful. House and bird.
"Taoist Master Chu, from that battle that day, Yang benefited a lot. I will definitely ask you for advice when his cultivation improves in the future." Yang Jian cupped his hands and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner. From that day's battle, among the three generations of disciples Already invincible, he deeply felt what it meant to be powerless. After returning, he made up his mind to defeat Chu Feng sooner or later.
"Without further ado, Nezha, this battle is left to you. Don't let me down."
Chu Feng casually made a chair, sat on it, and watched the rest of the battle.
Nezha, who had mastered the White Emperor's Golden Emperor Slash and gained great confidence, took action directly without even responding. With his overbearing Jin Rui Qi, he swept straight towards Yang Jian in mid-air, knocking Yang Jian away several times on the spot. There was a shocking explosion on the mountain peak ten miles away.
What happened was so sudden that thousands of Zhou soldiers were all stunned. The battle situation that was originally a sure thing did not expect such an outcome.
Since Jiang Ziya was not leading the troops this time, seeing that the situation was critical, the Zhou generals who temporarily led the troops decisively withdrew their troops, and thousands of soldiers retreated in embarrassment towards the Zhou camp. On the road, weapons and siege equipment were scattered everywhere.
Upstairs, Nezha, who had made a successful move, was stunned. He activated the golden aura in his body, flew to the side of the mountain, and launched a frantic attack with the golden aura. In less than ten breaths, he killed a man with enough strength. Mountain peaks of several hundred feet disappeared from the map, turning into hillside-like piles of sand.
"You fell down before I even exerted any force. It's really boring."
Nezha had never seen Yang Jian come out from the ground to fight back. Nezha shook his head in disappointment. Yang Jian put him under a lot of pressure before, but now it seems that he was a bit overestimated.
Rumbling, the earth was shaking, as if some monster was about to appear. The large-scale sand pile created by Nezha was divided to one side like quicksand. In the billowing smoke, a giant, slightly shorter than the previous mountain peak, stood, with three eyes staring at Nezha suspended in the air.
"Nezha, your progress is beyond my imagination. Today, I will fight you with the eighty-nine mysterious skills and the laws of heaven and earth."
This was the first time Nezha saw the magical power of the Dharma of Heaven and Earth. He frowned and said, "I underestimate you."
"Stop talking and continue." Yang Jian didn't even lift his leg, he just slapped it down, and the sound of tearing the air was extremely sharp.
Nezha didn't have time to perform the complete White Emperor Golden Emperor Slash, so he could only use the golden sharp energy to fight against the enemy as before. However, what was shocking was that the indestructible golden white light had little effect. It only made Yang Jian's world appear. A crack appeared in the giant hand.
"The Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques, coupled with the laws of heaven and earth, are so powerful."
Chu Feng, who was sitting upstairs, had a strange look in his eyes.
Here, Nezha, whose attack failed to achieve success, suffered a shameful defeat. His whole body was slapped into the ground by Yang Jian's big hand, and he did not know whether to live or die.
"The skills you practice are indeed powerful. It's a pity that your cultivation level is too low and your attack is compromised." As Yang Jian spoke, he stepped on Nezha's body with all his strength.
Seeing this scene, Chu Feng had a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't care at all whether Nezha died.
When Yang Jian's big foot left, a crack opened on the flat ground, and a golden man jumped out. Of course, compared to the giant Yang Jian, Nezha's body is exactly the same as that of a normal person except that he has turned golden.
"Yang Jian, the method of body refining is not the same as the Eight-Nine Mysterious Gong. Today I want you to see my White Emperor Golden Emperor Slash." Nezha's whole body turned into a golden long sword and attacked Yang Jian at the fastest speed. , but the physical difference between the two was too great. Nezha lost his accuracy and accidentally broke into Yang Jian's door.
Yang Jian didn't have time to feel embarrassed when he found a hole in his stomach, golden light shone brightly, and then a little man flew out quickly. Before he could reach out to grab it, the golden man changed his angle and attacked his body again.
Next, in just a short period of a hundred breaths, Yang Jian's heaven and earth Dharma was like a sieve. It gives the impression that it will be over in the next breath.
"Yang Jian, how long can you hold on?" Nezha, who maintained his golden state, attacked more and more fiercely. If he were to be replaced by a slightly weaker monk, he would probably turn into a powder on the spot.
Under this situation, Yang Jian really couldn't hold on any longer, so he had to remove the dharma body of heaven and earth that was about to collapse, and instead used his physical body tempered by eighty-nine mystical skills to fight against the enemy.
"Yang Jian, today is the day you die." Nezha, who had hit him smoothly, struck a dead blow.
As the first disciple of the third generation, Yang Jian was not one to wait for death. Seeing that he was about to be defeated, he simply evolved the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique beyond the limit of his body at a cost of eight hundred. However, what he did not expect was that he would not be able to endure it. After a while, the intensity of the opponent's attacks will decrease.
"Nezha, your cultivation level is too low. Even if you have peerless magical powers, you can't stand up and die."
Yang Jian broke into Nezha's defense and launched a powerful attack.
Nezha felt bitter in his heart. When he was about to achieve success, his body couldn't bear it anymore. How could he do this?
