Nezha Fights Yang Jian

Nezha clutched his chest and gritted out, "Old Daoist, you have no martial virtue!"

True Lord Qingxu sneered.

"When two armies clash in arts, each relies on his own methods."

"When you seized Tianhua's magic treasure, why didn't you say that had no martial virtue?"

Nezha seemed unable to hold on any longer, and turned to leave.

Fire flashed beneath his feet as the Wind Fire Wheels carried him straight toward the Shang camp.

Cheers instantly erupted from the Xi Qi ranks.

"The immortal elder's divine powers are vast!"

"Nezha has been defeated!"

"Chase him! Don't let him get away!"

Joy showed in Shen Gongbao's eyes as well.

At last!

At last Nezha had suffered a loss.

True Lord Qingxu was even less willing to let this chance slip by.

He had been tangled in battle with Nezha for a long time, and anger had long been bottled up in his heart.

If he could capture Nezha before the formation today, not only could he rescue Huang Tianhua, he could also slap Great Shang viciously in the face.

He rode his cloud in pursuit, his precious sword pointing straight at Nezha's back.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Nezha's speed gradually slowed, as if his injuries were growing ever more severe.

Seeing this, Qingxu felt even more at ease.

He slashed down with his sword.

But just as the sword-light was about to fall upon Nezha, Nezha suddenly turned his head.

On that face, which had been pale a moment ago, where was there even the slightest trace of panic?

Instead, he was smiling with extraordinary brilliance.

"Not chasing anymore?"

Qingxu's heart went cold.

Not good!

The Wind Fire Wheels beneath Nezha's feet suddenly spun, and in an instant his whole body pressed close to Qingxu.

The Fire-Tipped Spear was