God's Summoner

Chapter 1114 Come, Don't Let Young Master Down

In fact, the worry in Ji Kao's mind at this time is not unreasonable. After all, Nezha, whose basic combat value is only 97, is indeed not enough to look at now.

However, 16 years ago, Nezha had just left the mountain. Considering his age, he was only a seven or eight-year-old kid with a basic combat value as high as 97, which is already considered a very powerful character.

However, Ji Kao forgot, now... 16 years have passed.

In the past 16 years, Ji Kao, this silly thing, has transformed from a powerless scholar to a master in the Mahayana period.And Nezha, a mythical figure with a talent for cultivation, even if he didn't have the same system as Ji Kao, his combat power would definitely not stand still.

At this moment, on the East China Sea, Nezha's pretty face changed color slightly in the face of his opponent Yihe's strange third horizontal slash.

In the blink of an eye, Nezha had no time to react, so he immediately withdrew his hand, and at the same time raised his foot to kick the third samurai sword that Iga was biting in his mouth.

As soon as he lifted his foot, the fire wheel under his feet burst into flames, and immediately tore through the void, hitting Iga's samurai sword.

"Bah!"

Facing Nezha's counterattack, Iga sneered, leaned back again strangely, and at the same time that the blade in his mouth cut the hot wheel under Nezha's feet, the other two katana swords in his hand suddenly came out strangely. Directly cutting through the void, he swirled forward in a hurry, one left and one right, intending to cut Nezha in the waist.

"boom!"

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and after the samurai sword in Iga's mouth collided with the Hot Wheels, sparks were scattered all over the sky, shaking the fragments of the void.

At the same time, amidst the loud noise, there was a strange sound of a sharp knife entering the body.

Immediately, the two separated as soon as they touched each other, standing on the sea with their backs facing each other.

At this moment, 20 Li family troops had already charged, but they were standing in the distance strangely and quietly, watching the battle between Nezha and Yihe in the field.

On the other side, Chen Sheng, Ba Jie and others also rushed to this place, all of them frowned, looking at Nezha standing motionless on the sea, their faces were full of worry.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

In this silent atmosphere, the cyclone swept by the gust of wind rolled the sea water, and people could see that there was a crimson blood stain flowing meanderingly on the sea surface under Nezha.

he is injured!

Moreover, the injury was not light.

Looking around, Nezha, who was in the body of a lotus, had two extremely long and narrow wounds on his white skin like a woman's.

Around the wound, the skin and muscles opened up, like two red centipedes crawling ferociously on Nezha's chest and abdomen, forming a 'cross'.

This knife was just a little bit short of cutting Nezha's body horizontally.However, even if it was a little short, the huge injury caused by this knife is unimaginable.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

The sound of blood falling into the sea rang non-stop. At the same time, Yihe turned around and looked at Nezha indifferently.

At this time, he was still holding the black samurai sword in his mouth, and raised his hands slightly. The two sharp blades in his hands pointed directly at Nezha, and the murderous intent was revealed in his dead gray eyes.

Sensing the killing intent behind him, Nezha turned around without saying a word.However, at this moment, there was a cold and cruel light in his eyes.

At this moment, Nezha, who hadn't experienced a serious injury for many years, seemed to be fully showing the murderous side in his heart.

The two stood on the surface of the sea like this, facing each other silently, with a murderous intent surging in the silence.

"Bah!"

The next moment, Iga sneered, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, his expression became ferocious, and he said with a smile: "Come on, continue, I will let you know what cruelty is!"

During the words, the light of the sword rose sharply, and before Yihe could make a move, the three samurai swords he was holding had already brought a rush of air, and the hair of Nezha on the opposite side was curled up.

During the conversation, Nezha was silent, but just raised his hand and took off the broken armor on his body.

At this moment, under the reflection of the sea surface, the body that was as delicate as a woman but as strong as steel, like a statue of a demon god, was filled with a wild and biting murderous aura.

The next moment, Nezha chuckled, lowered his head and casually glanced at the wound on his body, then raised his head indifferently, with murderous intent flashing across his eyes.

"Come on, let me see what your so-called cruelty is... what is it?"

During the words, the blood gushing from Nezha's body gradually... stopped under Yihe's horrified eyes.

"hiss!"

After seeing such a scene, Iga couldn't help but gasped.

Because, no one knows his sword skills better than him.After the three-knife esoteric stunt is shot, the sharply trembling blade edge and the crazily gushing power of true essence can cut through the opponent's muscles, cut blood vessels horizontally in multiple places, shatter internal organs, and destroy meridians.

Therefore, regardless of the level of cultivation, a person who has been stabbed will immediately experience a large amount of unstoppable blood loss and loss of true energy.In this way, the opponent will often lose the ability to fight in a very short period of time.

However, the situation that happened to Nezha in front of him was really beyond Yihe's comprehension.

In fact, it's no wonder that Iga doesn't understand, it's really because he lives in a small island country, how can he understand the power of the mythical characters of Eastern China?

Back then, Nezha gouged out his eyes, picked out his heart, and chopped off his limbs, all of which could slowly recover, and then be formed from lotus flowers.This mere island country's three-sword style esoteric slash, can there be a fart?

At this moment, seeing the change of expression on Yihe's face, Nezha smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand, hooked his fingers contemptuously, and said with a smile, "Come on, don't let me down!"

Being so provocative, Iga couldn't help but get angry. When he stared at Nezha, the gray color in his eyes became more and more serious. The blade in his hand raised his head slowly, like a monster that wanted to devour people in the strong wind. Underneath, there was a low roaring sound.

At the same time, Nezha seemed to be getting impatient, he moved in silence, and raised his hand to grab Yihe.

A long, long time ago, this lonely and cold-blooded young man already understood a truth, that is... Whether he wants to tear it apart or pursue it, he can only rely on his own hands! ! !
The moment his body moved, the sound of strong wind immediately howled and exploded, and when the hundreds of feet of space around his body collapsed, the two rushed towards each other at the same time.

When viewed from a distance, because the speed of the two was too fast, a series of phantoms were left in the air.

(End of this chapter)