Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

A burst of black fog emerged from the hilt of the blade, enveloping Miyamoto Takeshi completely.

Ye Ling's pupils narrowed; he suddenly felt that within the pitch-black fog, strands of a terrifying murderous intent were continuously spreading.

Is this the Ninjutsu of Wo Country?

The murderous intent made Ye Ling's skin crawl; the power of slaughter within him surged instantly, and with the Snow Drinking Blade in hand, he thrust directly at the jet-black fog.

"Clang!"

A sound of metal clashing abruptly rang out, and then Ye Ling only felt his arm go numb, nearly throwing the Snow Drinking Blade from his grasp.

Moreover, Ye Ling's complexion slightly changed, for he discovered that the dark fog had actually devoured the blade light he had slashed out.

The color of the black fog seemed to deepen even more, and the aura it emitted became eerier, sending a chill down one's spine.

"What... What kind of Ninjutsu is this, so horrifying!" Ye Ling was secretly shocked, never having thought that ordinary fog could swallow the blade light he had cleaved out.

"Hehe! Ye Ling, you brat, now is the time for you to die a miserable death!"

Seeing Ye Ling at a disadvantage, Miyamoto Takeshi couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. Then, he flicked his long sword again, and the mass of black fog suddenly surged towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling gritted his teeth; he could feel an endless danger within the black fog.

Inside the black fog, there seemed to be monstrous pythons constantly slithering towards him, ready to tear him into shreds at any moment.

"You shameless old dog, using such despicable attacks!"

Ye Ling shouted angrily, stomping his foot fiercely. His body burst backward several steps.

Then, holding the hilt with his right hand and making a fist with his left, he struck forward forcefully, and a golden light burst forth, bombing directly ahead.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound reached Ye Ling's ears. Wherever the golden light passed, space was torn apart, leaving behind a fine crack.

Miyamoto Takeshi witnessed Ye Ling suddenly unleashing such formidable power, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.

He hadn't expected Ye Ling's strength to be so formidable.

However, this time Miyamoto Takeshi would definitely not give up the opportunity. He was, after all, a proud Martial Artist of Great Wokoku — how could he be defeated by the likes of Ye Ling?

With that in mind, Miyamoto Takeshi bit his finger, then spat a mouthful of blood on his katana, and suddenly the katana emitted a sinister greenish glow.

Afterward, with the long sword in hand, Miyamoto Takeshi pounced directly at Ye Ling. The long sword traced an arc in the air, raising a piercing whistling sound.

As Miyamoto Takeshi pounced, his wrist trembled lightly, and he swung the katana again, this time with even more ferocious and frighteningly fast strikes.

Ye Ling squinted his eyes, focusing on the long sword in Miyamoto Takeshi's hand. He saw there were strange symbols continuously swirling rapidly on it.

"Is this... demon-script?"

Ye Ling's heart trembled fiercely; he suddenly recalled the way Miyamoto Takeshi wielded his sword, reminiscent of drawing demon-script. This made Ye Ling think of a saying in Huaxia martial arts: "To draw a tiger not to resemble it is to draw a dog."

"Demon-script?"

Seeing the look of surprise on Ye Ling's face, Miyamoto Takeshi couldn't help but grin.

"Haha! Correct, this is our Great Wokoku's Ninjutsu, known as demon-script. It's one of the ultimate techniques in our Wokoku martial arts. Once deployed, even ghosts and gods will be afraid. You are doomed!"

"Drawing talismans, huh? Looks impressive, but let young master here give it a try today!"

After he spoke, a sharp glint suddenly flashed within Ye Ling's eyes.

He abruptly raised his hand and waved, and strands of bright golden light emanated from the palm of his hand, quickly enveloping the blade of the Snow Drinking Blade.

On the blade of the Snow Drinking Blade that Ye Ling held, there was also a dazzling golden light flickering, with radiant golden halos continuously flowing on it, looking exceptionally majestic and domineering.

"What is this?!"

Miyamoto Yu saw the unusual appearance of the Snow Drinking Blade in Ye Ling's hand and his eyes widened in shock.

He felt an extremely overbearing power emanating from Ye Ling's hands.

This power seemed as though it could devour everything, giving off a spine-chilling and disquieting feeling.

"Myriad Blade Burial!"

As Ye Ling's low roar reached his ears, the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand suddenly transformed into a streak of flowing light, speeding towards Miyamoto Yu.

At the same time, Miyamoto Yu also flicked his katana, and a mass of black mist instantly spread out, quickly forming a huge vortex, approaching to envelope Ye Ling directly.

"Hmph, trivial trick!"

Ye Ling snorted coldly, his eyes as cold as frost, and with a flick of his wrist, the Snow Drinking Blade immediately swung back into his hand.

"Kill!"

Immediately afterward, Ye Ling roared in fury, and the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand struck down towards the black mist, its might seemingly powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth.

"Bang!"

A dull impact sounded, and a dazzling white light burst forth instantaneously.

The edge of the Snow Drinking Blade in Ye Ling's hand clashed unceremoniously against the opposing black mist, instantly spurting out a shower of blinding sparks.

Two incredibly terrifying gusts of wind swept around the blade, lifting up the scattered stones in the vicinity, and the strong shockwave continued to sweep outwards.

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of explosive sounds followed, along with clouds of dust billowing up, as Miyamoto Yu's figure retreated over three meters back, his hand holding the katana slightly trembling.

The recent collision was too harrowing; Miyamoto Yu's eyes were filled with horror, Ye Ling's strength truly beyond his imagination, possessing such formidable combat power.

He could never have anticipated that a fellow at the brink of sainthood could have such battle prowess; it was utterly unbelievable!

Ye Ling's brows were also tightly furrowed; he hadn't expected Miyamoto Yu to be so powerful either. Although he hadn't used his full strength in that last strike, he only succeeded in making Miyamoto Yu retreat.

"Young man, you do have some skill, but unfortunately, you must die today!"

Miyamoto Yu said through gritted teeth, the killing intent Ye Ling had aroused in him now intensely fierce.

Holding the katana in one hand, he slowly walked toward Ye Ling, his wrist flicking, the long blade gleaming with a piercing cold light under the night sky.

"Young man, come meet your death. This time, no one can save you!"

Miyamoto Yu gave a ferocious smile, his feet suddenly pushing off the ground, and he leapt into the air. His katana ferociously slashed down towards Ye Ling, stirring up ripples!