Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

Not long ago, according to intelligence, Ye Ling's strength was just at the minor imperial path realm.

But in such a short time, he had become a powerhouse of the Saint realm.

Shui Ye Tienxiong didn't understand how he cultivated so rapidly!

"Getting distracted during a fight, not a good thing, oh!"

Suddenly, just as Shui Ye Tienxiong's mind was in turmoil, Ye Ling's icy mocking voice abruptly penetrated his ears.

Shui Ye Tienxiong's expression sharply tensed, he hastily gathered his spirit, and his katana drew a mysterious arc before swiftly slashing down towards Ye Ling.

"Whoosh!"

The blade's radiance tore through the air, bearing an unstoppable tyranny, and, with a boundless murderous aura devoid of frivolity, enveloped Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's eyes narrowed, his body slightly bent, and the Snow Drinking Blade, following this momentum, chopped down, carrying a brilliant cold glint in midair as it met the incoming blade radiance.

"Clang!"

The radiance of the blade and the glow of the sword collided together, both grappling fiercely, at a deadlock, neither able to best the other!

Ye Ling and Shui Ye Tienxiong, each displayed their unique skills, each movement and style full of lethal intent.

Should there be the slightest negligence, it would certainly result in immediate death!

The fierce battle between Shui Ye Tienxiong and Ye Ling had the spectators' hearts racing, their pulses quickening, almost leaping into their throats.

Ye Ling brandished the Snow Drinking Blade, bringing forth a series of dazzling golden lights, a succession of exceptionally sharp blade glows tracing beautiful arcs in the air.

While Shui Ye Tienxiong's pitch-black katana, with his maneuvering, carried a faint luminescence.

Wave after wave of fierce killing intent radiated out into the dark night, as if capable of devouring all light itself.

One man, one blade, engaged in frenzied combat, one a high and mighty Family Head, the other a Northern Liao King with explosive combat prowess; their contest at this moment was nearly astoundingly shocking.

"Ye Ling, I acknowledge your strength, but do you really think you can contend with me?"

"Today, I must shred you into ten thousand pieces, make you wish for death yet unable to die, to live is worse than death for you!"

Shui Ye Tienxiong roared savagely, his eyes bulging, murderous flames shooting from them.

"Really?"

Hearing Shui Ye Tienxiong's words, Ye Ling laughed disdainfully.

Suddenly, he tapped the ground with his toes, and his body soared, swinging the Snow Drinking Blade in an arc that brought a resplendent streak of gold, as he forcefully chopped down at Shui Ye Tienxiong.

Seeing Ye Ling's attack, Shui Ye Tienxiong's face darkened, his single arm gripping the katana tightly, veins on the back of his hand bulging, winding like pythons and exuding a terrifying aura.

Shui Ye Tienxiong's figure suddenly rose, his katana slashing down at Ye Ling from above.

Clang!

The blade's edge collided with the blade, emitting a violent tremoring sound, a spray of golden sparks, accompanied by a pungent, bloody stench, spreading in the air.

Shui Ye Tienxiong and Ye Ling simultaneously retreated, stamping their feet on the ground repeatedly to finally stabilize themselves.

Their gazes locked, in the interweaving glares, surges of killing intent, from the depths of each other's eyes, they saw a profound wariness and murderousness!

"Ye Ling, I will have you dead!"

Shui Ye Tienxiong ground his teeth, rage filling his eyes, his entire body trembling, veins on his forehead bulging, evidently enraged beyond measure.

"Really?"

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Ye Ling sneered coldly, and then with a flick of his wrist, the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand turned, its edge pointing toward Tianxiong Shuiyue.

"Let's see who dies first!"

Ye Ling let out a low shout, forcibly flung his wrist, and a violent blade energy instantly swept out, carrying a whistling wind, ferociously charging toward Tianxiong Shuiyue.

"Damn it, go to hell!"

Tianxiong Shuiyue bellowed angrily, and his katana in hand violently hacked down toward Ye Ling, immediately bursting forth a blindingly brilliant golden light that cut through the night sky, descending upon Ye Ling with immense force.

"Heh, the one who will die is you!"

Ye Ling chuckled coldly, killing intent surging in his eyes, and swung the Snow Drinking Blade out in front of him.

A blinding red light erupted forth, transforming into a blood-red mandala flower, pouncing fiercely toward Tianxiong Shuiyue!

"Boom!"

The intense sound of collision echoed in the night sky, a terrifying explosive force stirred up dust all around, and huge craters appeared on the lawn beneath the feet of the two men, leaving not a blade of grass.

Ye Ling twisted his wrist, the Snow Drinking Blade slanting downward, his eyes full of brilliance, and with a slight force in his palm, the Snow Drinking Blade hacked down once more.

Another fierce collision occurred, this time, blade lights and sword shadows, sparks flying everywhere, blade edges and blade auras constantly intertwining and clashing, creating a sizzling noise.

The weapons in their hands, one to the left and one to the right, clashed together without any fanfare.

In the night sky, a brilliant firework illuminated the entire night, resplendent and dazzling.

Each strike from the two carried intense killing intent, each collision contained terrifying power, and the formidable impact caused the surrounding members of the Shuiyue family to retreat incessantly.

Both Ye Ling and Tianxiong Shuiyue also took a sharp breath.

At the instant of their encounter, both Ye Ling and Tianxiong Shuiyue felt surges of spiritual energy within themselves.

Neither dared to be overconfident, because they both knew that neither wanted to give up the ultimate victory.

Otherwise, they would truly die at the hand of the other.

Tianxiong Shuiyue clenched his teeth, his figure suddenly shot out, and he roared, "Ninjutsu, Descent of the Ghost God!"

The black katana in Tianxiong Shuiyue's hand quickly transformed into a huge Ghost God Blade, reflecting the moonlight and twinkling with strands of eerie black light, as if it could absorb anything into it.

The Ghost God Blade emanated a thick aura of death, as if a demon had stepped right out of hell.

The blade aura of the Ghost God Blade enveloped Ye Ling from all sides, its terrifying might daunting and awe-inspiring!

"Good timing!"

Seeing Tianxiong Shuiyue's Ghost God Blade, Ye Ling's eyes narrowed, and a fierce killing intent curled the corner of his mouth.

"Myriad Blade Burial!"

Ye Ling snorted coldly, his body flickered, he stomped on the ground, and instantly cracks appeared on the earth, gusts of wind swirling around him, sweeping in all directions.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Streaks of colorful rainbow light shot out, encircling Ye Ling continuously, like a glorious and vibrant shooting star.

And behind that shooting star, a full moon emerged.

Moonlight cascaded down, casting upon the rainbow glow, making it even more eye-catching and spectacular.

"Ghost God Blade, Annihilate!"

Tianxiong Shuiyue shouted loudly, the Ghost God Blade swung fiercely, and in an instant, a slash of black blade aura flew violently out, carrying a dreadful force and breath, cleaving toward the mandala flower in front of him!

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