War of the Three Realms

Chapter 1228 The Rise of the Evil God, the Revival of the Monster Race 6
Li Kuang also found Nezha who was rushing towards him.

Nezha was running wildly, and his mind fell into a strange state. It seemed that the more grief and indignation, the greater the power. The whole world was not worth mentioning. At this moment, he was invincible.

But suddenly, the way forward was blocked!

In the void, a big man like an iron tower just casually stood on his way forward, like a fossil, a powerful force spread around him.

Nezha was so confident at the moment, how could he be seen in his eyes, he roared, his body accelerated like a rocket, and with a whoosh sound, he left a clear mark in the air. push.

boom!
A white light like lightning lingered on his fist, getting brighter and brighter. With his movements, a thick beam of light shot out suddenly and bombarded Lu Wu.

Li Kuang stood aside and praised secretly: "What a powerful fighting spirit! If the strength reaches the Golden Immortal, I'm afraid he will be a rare fighter!"

Lu Wu roared, "Good job!"

Stretching out his hand to grasp in the void, a hurricane was born out of thin air, lingering in his hand, like a living thing, Lu Wu circled around at will, and the hurricane turned into a rotating column of wind, and it was still a horizontal column of wind !

It looked like a monster's mouth opened, directly swallowing the beam of light from Nezha.

Dealing with Nezha at his level is like an adult playing with a baby. No matter how powerful the baby is, it is a joke in the eyes of adults.

Lu Wu threw it casually, and the beam of light disappeared into nothingness.

But he smiled and stretched out his hand, grabbing the fist that followed Nezha.

Although Nezha has a strong fighting spirit, but his strength is restricted. The gap between the Mahayana period and the Immortal Emperor's period is hard to describe in words, and there is no comparison at all.

Under Nezha's astonished gaze, Lu Wu directly lifted him up as if he was holding a piece of dry grass, and threw him to Li Kuang.

Nezha intuited that all his strength was lost in an instant, his whole body was weak, and he had no strength at all. Seeing him fall directly from a height of [-] meters, he couldn't help crying secretly.

Could it be that he was going to die here without knowing why?

Nezha is not afraid of death, but the grievances and encounters he suffered over the years made him extremely unwilling.

(End of this chapter)