Chapter 212 The Transformation of the Blood and Bone Whip (8)

While anxiously thinking of countermeasures, Xiao Yan suddenly realized that he had always ignored the special feature of the Blood Fiend Nightmare, that is, the Blood Fiend Nightmare had no body! In other words, the current humanoid Blood Fiend Nightmare is actually condensed with blood mist by the Blood Fiend Nightmare using the power of its soul and fighting spirit! This is very different from the physical body. 〈 With a body, whether it is a human or a monster, even if the power of the soul is exhausted, the fighting spirit will not be affected much; and the blood evil nightmare does not have a body, once its soul power is weakened, will its fighting spirit be affected? Are you affected accordingly? If so, wouldn't its strength be significantly reduced?

Xiao Yan's eyes lit up.

After Xiao Yan used the "Heart Sword" to attack the Blood Fiend Nightmare before, he knew that the Blood Fiend Nightmare's soul power was very strong, stronger than him. He was probably in the late stage of the mind level. The reason why he was able to succeed was all due to the blood power at that time. The Nightmare Demon was completely defenseless, so he never used his soul fighting skills again. But now that I have thought of a potentially very effective method to deal with the blood evil nightmare, of course I must use it immediately without delay.

Xiao Yan's forehead glowed red, and two millstones about a hundred feet in size, one white and one black, appeared in the sky and on the lake. As the two millstones slowly rotated in opposite directions, a powerful soul power Shrouded the blood evil nightmare.

"Soul Mill"!

"What a powerful soul fighting skill! Damn it!"

The Blood Fiend Nightmare came back from his anger, and deep fear immediately surged in his heart. It's not that it is afraid of competing with Xiao Yan for soul power, but that it is injured now, and competing with soul power will make its situation worse; the most important thing is that it knows that Xiao Yan must have guessed something, otherwise Instead of not launching a grudge attack on it when its body is injured, it will use its powerful soul fighting skills and soul power to fight for its soul.

Xiao Yan must be killed quickly! While resisting the attack of the "Soul Millstone" with the power of its soul, the blood evil nightmare slowly raised its hands, and the blood evil water it encountered immediately began to circle around it crazily.

The Blood Demon's water swirled faster and faster, turning out a bloody "tornado" where the Blood Demon's nightmare was standing, creating a huge suction force that affected people in the distance. At the same time, the Blood Demon's nightmare was surrounded by the bloody "tornado". Zhongji rushed towards Xiao Yan.

Everyone tried their best to stabilize their bodies. Xiao Yan was unmoved by the bloody "tornado" rushing towards him, and dozens of red lights shot out from his forehead.

Shooting out dozens of small bloody swords in succession, all with the dual functions of "Heart Sword" and "Strangulation", was already Xiao Yan's limit. Waves of dizziness came from the sea of ​​consciousness, and Xiao Yan's face turned pale.

Dozens of small blood-colored swords were immediately effective, and the roaring blood-colored "tornado" suddenly became like a drunken man, slowing down crookedly.

Everyone took the opportunity to quickly distance themselves from the bloody "tornado".

At this time, the black and white millstones were turning faster. Undoubtedly, the soul power that enveloped the Blood Fiend Nightmare has also become stronger. Then he heard a muffled groan coming from the bloody "tornado".

As the black and white millstone spins faster and faster, the muffled sound coming from the bloody "tornado" becomes more and more frequent. The bloody "tornado" is no longer rolling towards Xiao Yan, but is "staggering" towards Xiao Yan. It is spinning slower and slower, its "steps" are getting heavier and heavier, and it is already showing signs of collapse. After a moment, he could no longer bear the invisible pressure, and the bloody "tornado" collapsed. (To be continued.)