Yan laughed loudly, and after a moment, he looked coldly at a place on the edge of the cliff, "Yunli, in the past, did you dare to speak to me like this?"
"It's a pity that you are not the same person as before, and I am not the same person as before."
"It seems it's impossible to save you." Nightmare sighed slightly.
"I didn't know before that after becoming a demon, I felt so free and refreshing. I shouldn't have suppressed it before, but instead made myself lose what I wanted most."
There was no sound from Yunli in the killing realm, but Xiang knew that the direction of the cliff must be where he was!
With a slight movement of his fingers, a huge sickle suddenly appeared in his hand, and a bloodthirsty cold light flashed across the red blade.
The sickle struck out in an instant like a crescent moon in the sky. The speed was invisible to the naked eye. Only the sound of shattering was heard, and half of the cliff was cut off!
The dust was flying, and the sickle returned to Nightmare's hand. Holding the blade, the expression on his face was very ugly.
"Haha," Yunli laughed coldly, "Nan, I just said that you have become weaker."
Fights between masters often don't require fancy moves or a long fight. Sometimes one move can determine the outcome.
Because what they are competing against is no longer moves and strength, but... momentum!
After the attack, Nightmare stopped moving, and the huge scythe floated behind him like a incomplete crescent moon.
After a long silence, Yunli said slowly: "If you want to compete with me, just change back to your old self! Nightmare, you are my most anticipated opponent!"
Following the words, the howling wind around him suddenly seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, and all turned towards the place where Nightmare was standing.
In the wind, the bright red flames were faintly visible, like the tongue sticking out of the devil's mouth, looking forward to the pouring of blood.
Nightmare stood motionless, her demonic red robe only slightly fluttering up and down with the strong wind.
He had never had such a calm expression before, as if the old monk was in trance, as if he didn't even see the murderous wind blowing towards him.
Yunli, who was invisible in the wind, said "Hey", and then he saw red flowers dancing around him, like spring coming to the earth and flowers blooming.
In this hell-like place, red flowers bloomed in the darkness, and green vines twined in the wind, growing rapidly.
The green leaves rolled up and the flower buds slowly bloomed.
Red flowers and green leaves bloomed all over the world in an instant.
The wild wind rushes into the flowers. Wherever the tongue of flames licks, the green leaves wither and the red flowers wither.
There was a burning smell in the air, but the flowers bloomed faster than expected!
Nightmare stood still, the fingers under his sleeves moved slightly, and then he raised his eyes, and a cluster of flames suddenly penetrated the red flowers and went straight to the center of his eyebrows!
He didn't move. The hands under his sleeves were controlling the red flowers in the sky. If he stopped, more flames would flood in from around him!
At the critical moment, a breeze blew gently, and then, an invisible wind suddenly emerged from behind him, blowing away the flames that were coming straight!
The flame was so powerful that when it hit the wind, it pushed forward fiercely, and then slowly stopped.
"I thought you were dead." He sounded a little regretful and shook his head.
"Don't worry about it."
Feng Lianyi's figure slowly appeared in front of him. His white sleeves were flying, and his fingers were vaguely exposed. Each one was dripping with blood.
