Nie Li's aura skyrocketed. With Nie Li as the centre, the sinister and cold aura engulfed everyone. Some of the weaker ones were stimulated by this aura to the point that they shivered and felt a sense of dread.
"This …" Yan Kuo and Old Wu looked at Nie Li's changes. The increase in aura caused Nie Li's internal force to become even more vigorous. This kind of pressure directly increased from the early Xiantian realm to the late Xiantian realm. Was Nie Li hiding his strength or did he have a special secret technique?
"You think that a late Xiantian realm can defeat me?" The black clothed man sneered. In his view, Nie Li's actions were like a mantis trying to stop a car.
"You'll know once you try." Nie Li said with a hoarse voice. His eyes were crimson red. Combined with his sinister mask, he looked like a devil that crawled out from hell.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! " Nie Li shouted three times in a row. The clothes on his right leg were torn, revealing his black leg. Under the dark night, a line of blood flickered.
The strange appearance made the black clothed man unable to make a decision. However, Nie Li made the first move. "Ruthless Heaven and Earth" Nie Li lifted his leg and gave a kick. A huge shadow of a black foot flew towards the black clothed man.
"Ruthless Heaven and Earth" Nie Li did not stop and sent out another Ruthless Heaven and Earth. The black clothed man punched Nie Li's foot. However, he clearly underestimated the power of these two kicks. The shadow of the foot exploded and the powerful impact directly tore the black clothed man's right arm. The shadow of the foot's internal force was like a maggot attached to the bone, tightly adhering to the black clothed man's right arm and corroding his meridians.
"Ahhh!" The black clothed man picked up a long blade from the ground and cut off his right arm. Blood spurted out. The right arm that fell to the ground gradually turned black and withered, slowly turning into a pile of ash.
The black clothed man also noticed that Nie Li's internal force was corroding his meridians. However, in order to not affect the battle, he could only use this method. After all, compared to losing his life, losing an arm was worth it. When the others saw that the black clothed man was seriously injured by Nie Li in one move, they couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in their hearts.
At this moment, Nie Li's black hair was fluttering in the wind, his eyes were scarlet red, and a black aura was lingering around his right leg. It looked like a gift from a demon.
"Demons Flurry Dance" Nie Li took a big stride and arrived in front of the black clothed man. There was still an afterimage at the place where he was standing. He lifted his right leg and crazily struck. The huge black leg shadow was like a boulder falling into a quagmire, creating ripples.
Nie Li didn't differentiate between friend and foe. Under his gigantic feet, everyone was either turned into meat paste or had their bones crushed by Nie Li's attacks. In an instant, Nie Li had become the ruler of the battlefield without a peak Xiantian expert.
The corpses around the 'Rivers Like Blood' quickly withered. Blood continued to gather towards Nie Li, wrapping around his right leg. The huge leg formed by the Blood Aura supported Nie Li, making him look like a monster with a huge leg.
He jumped up and stomped on the head of the man in black. Looking at Nie Li, who was surrounded by boundless blood aura, the black clothed man raised his left hand and sent out a huge palm print, colliding with Nie Li's bloody foot.
However, the palm print only lasted for a few breaths before it was slowly eroded away by the Blood Aura. The black clothed man also took this opportunity to withdraw. The reason why he hurriedly withdrew from the battlefield was not only because of the power of Nie Li's foot, but also because the blood in his right arm had begun to surge. The blood seemed to be summoned by something and wanted to break out of his body.
Nie Li's bloody foot landed on the ground and the blood immediately melted. It was like a surging wave, hitting the surrounding people. Some people were directly engulfed by Nie Li's Blood Aura, while others had to use all their strength to escape.
Because of Nie Li's craziness, everyone twitched.
They turned around and left, avoiding him. Yan Kuo and Old Wu looked at the crazed Nie Li and also felt the danger. Nie Li's current state made them feel afraid.
"Don't you want to look at your own people? He seems to have gone berserk. "The black clothed man in the lead looked at Yan Kuo and said.
Hearing the black clothed man's words, Yan Kuo also understood. If Nie Li was allowed to continue like this, then other than these few people, everyone else would die.
At this moment, Nie Li had already drawn his blade and joined Yan Kuo's battle. He simply couldn't differentiate between friend and foe. With a swift blade, he was evenly matched with Yan Kuo and the black clothed man.
Yan Kuo was only blindly defending because of Nie Li. It could be said that Nie Li was only fighting with another black clothed man. However, it was already very powerful. After all, Nie Li's blade technique was focused on speed and power.
Yan Kuo's evasion made Nie Li even more excited, and his blade technique became even faster. Yan Kuo was still fine, as he used his large sword to block his body. However, the black clothed man wasn't doing so well, as he was cut several times by Nie Li's blade.
The open wounds and the splashing blood landed on the mask, making Nie Li even more terrifying. However, it also ignited Nie Li's fighting spirit.
"Ghost Emissary, stop!" Yan Kuo shouted. However, Nie Li acted as if he didn't hear him, and continued to use his blade technique. "Ghost Emissary, if you don't stop, then don't blame me for being ruthless." Yan Kuo looked at Nie Li's red eyes, and his heart turned cold.
"Yan Kuo, if you want me to stop, then defeat me." Nie Li said with a hoarse voice. He focused all of his attacks on Yan Kuo, as his Autumn Rain Blade continuously slashed at the large sword.
Crisp sounds and flying sparks proved the intensity of the battle. Yan Kuo wanted to counterattack, but he couldn't because Nie Li's blade technique was too fast, and didn't give him the slightest chance to counterattack. The black clothed man on the other side was finally free. Seeing that this madman finally stopped attacking him, he let out a sigh of relief.
"Be careful." This sentence resounded in the black clothed man's ears, and it was the last sentence of his life. Nie Li's blade had already slashed his throat, and a beautiful bloody plum blossom bloomed on his neck. Nie Li was only pretending to focus all of his attacks on Yan Kuo, but he was actually holding back. When the black clothed man relaxed, he used his blade and killed him in one move.
The black clothed man's body stiffly fell down. One dead, one heavily injured. Nie Li alone made him lose two of his strongest fighters. This made the leader of the black clothed men very angry, and he finally decided to make his move.
"Ghost Emissary, be careful." Yan Kuo saw that the strongest person was about to make his move, and hurriedly reminded him. "Go die!" The black clothed man raised his right palm, and a palm filled with power fell from the sky. The pressure made Nie Li's scalp numb, and he couldn't dodge this palm.
"One Finger Pointing World." Nie Li raised his hand, absorbed the surrounding blood aura, and wrapped it with his internal force. Bursting out from his fingertips, he pierced towards the black clothed man's palm. The blood colored finger was as thick as a bucket, and the fingerprints on it were still faintly visible.
The finger and palm collided, and the aftermath exploded on top of Nie Li's head, sending him flying. Yan Kuo reached out and caught him. Finger techniques were originally the bane of palm techniques. Although Nie Li's finger didn't break the opponent's palm technique, it still resolved the danger to his life.
"Let's see how many moves you can dodge." Seeing Nie Li beside Yan Kuo, the black clothed man naturally wouldn't let him off easily. Even if Yan Kuo and Old Wu were here, he still wanted to kill this person.
"Sire, you're looking down on us too much." Yan Kuo looked at the black clothed man. His pride didn't allow him to watch the black clothed man kill Nie Li. Moreover, he believed that with just him and Old Wu, they could protect these people and leave.
"Then you can try. Let's see if you can protect him." After the black clothed man finished speaking, his body was already in front of Yan Kuo. Yan Kuo hurriedly used his large sword to block.
In front of Yan Kuo, a muffled "peng" sound rang out. Yan Kuo retreated a dozen steps, and the hand that was holding the sword was somewhat numb. Is this the Xiantian Full Circle realm? Sure enough, he couldn't compare.
"Three Thousand Miles Floating Snow." Nie Li's blade had already continuously pierced out, constantly pointing at the air. Blade techniques and blade light filled the air, real and fake, fake and real, but the sky was filled with blades, filled with killing intent.
Countless blade light poured down, but the black clothed man only raised his right fist, and punched towards the direction of the blade light. The majestic fist force collided with the blade light, and the space seemed to have quieted down. The originally flying blade light seemed to have been blocked by something invisible.
The blade light trembled and vibrated, "Weng weng weng", making Nie Li secretly feel that something was wrong. His blade technique was broken, and this punch directly shattered all the blade light. However, the power did not decrease, and fiercely hit Nie Li's chest.
"Pu" Nie Li spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes widened in shock. He couldn't be more familiar with that punch. It was the Yue Clan's Nameless Fist Technique. Could this black clothed man be from the Yue Clan? If he was from the Yue Clan, it wouldn't be impossible.
"To be able to make me use such a fist technique, brat, you should feel honored. However, you will be disappointed! I am not from the Yue Clan, and will not spare you. "The black clothed man had already walked in front of Nie Li, and raised his hand, preparing to slap the top of Nie Li's head.
"Matchless Slash." Yan Kuo's large foot attacked from behind, and the black clothed man could only withdraw his hand. Nie Li took this opportunity, and flashed to Yan Kuo's side. He used his foot to pick up a long blade on the ground.
Grabbing it with his left hand, Nie Li held a blade in each hand, and rushed towards the black clothed man. The two blades intersected. Only then did everyone realize that this person's left hand blade was not inferior to his right hand. What kind of monster was this? This kind of person, it was impossible for him to be unknown in the Jianghu.
The two blades quickly danced, occasionally mixing in with the blade technique. Together with Yan Kuo, one was fast and one was slow, one was light and one was heavy. Together, they were actually evenly matched with the black clothed man, and even had a slight tendency of suppressing him.
"Blade Slash Path to Life" Nie Li intersected the two blades, and slashed towards the black clothed man. This was the fifth style of the blade technique, and was also something that he had studied in seclusion. Although he was not familiar with it, its power was definitely strong.
A decisive killing intent cut off all the aura around the black clothed man. This blade was enough to kill him. The black clothed man looked at the intersecting blades, and fear flashed through his eyes.
"Fist of Life." The black clothed man punched again, and the fist aura was the same as before, forcefully choking Nie Li's body. The blade aura dissipated, and Nie Li suffered a backlash from his internal force, and spat out another mouthful of blood.
The aura on his body also gradually weakened. The time of the Heavenly Demon Transformation was up, and his aura was even weaker, like that of a dead man.
On the black clothed man's right shoulder, there was a cross-shaped wound. He did not think that even though he used his strongest punch, he would still be injured.
"Retreat." The black clothed man covered his wound, and ordered. Several black clothed men protected Wu Kang, Yang Wu, and the rest. Yan Kuo and Old Wu raised their hands, and did not pursue a cornered enemy. Moreover, their losses were not small, so they could only give up.
"Ghost Emissary, how are you?" Feeling the weak aura on Nie Li's body, Yan Kuo worriedly asked.
"I won't die." Nie Li opened his mouth to speak, and urged the demonic core to absorb the blood energy to nourish his body.
In order to maintain his consciousness, Nie Li only absorbed a trace of blood energy to recover his body.
"That black clothed man's fist technique was exactly the same as Yang Wu's. It seems that this matter needs to be investigated. "Nie Li said something that shocked Yan Kuo and Old Wu.
Yang Wu and the black clothed man's fist technique were actually the same.
Yan Kuo and Old Wu looked at each other, and made a decision in their hearts.
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