Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

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And on the pitch-black blade, there was an indistinct layer of thick, evil aura swirling around.

"Ninjutsu, Blood Cry!"

Following that, Shui Yietian Xiong pointed a single finger at the void, suddenly flicked his wrist, and drops of fresh blood slid down the blade, dripping onto the edge of the blade with a pitter-patter.

Hum!

As the fresh blood fell, that hint of crimson within the blade became more and more apparent, and a strange and malevolent aura tumbled within it.

Shui Yietian Xiong's eyes widened as a trace of mysterious ripples quietly emerged within him.

Then, he clenched his palm, and drops of dark purple blood suddenly appeared in his palm.

This blood was dark purple, and strands of mysterious power continuously spread from it, causing Ye Ling to feel a chilling terror, and an eerily creepy sensation made him involuntarily get goosebumps all over!

"What is this thing!"

Ye Ling's pupils contracted sharply, glaring at the fresh blood in Shui Yietian Xiong's hands, as a trace of chilliness rose in his heart.

"This is the Shui Ye clan's forbidden technique, Blood Cry. They drench the Ghost God with fresh blood, activate its potential, and turn it into an ultimate weapon!"

Shui Yietian Xiong chuckled hehe, slowly explained.

"To die by this move is also your honor, Ye Ling. Die!"

Shui Yietian Xiong gave a ferocious smile, and the Ghost God Blade in his hand suddenly drew an arc, and torrents of scarlet blood furiously sprayed out, falling onto the blade!

"Washala!"

The color on the blade suddenly became more brilliant, and that strange aura became even thicker.

Moreover, at the tip of the blade, a faint blush appeared as if it were boiling.

Ye Ling's heart tightened, a strong sense of danger spontaneously arose, making him dare not be the slightest bit negligent. He slightly lifted his feet, and the Snow Drinking Blade drew a circle, quickly spinning.

"Sky-shaking Strike!"

Following Ye Ling's low roar, the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling silver light, and bone-chilling ice powers rippled around the blade's light.

Within the light of the blade, there were also strands of thunderous power, crackling thunderously, sending chills down one's spine.

However, the force of frost contained in this blade light was even more heart-palpitating.

"Not worth a blow!"

Shui Yietian Xiong's eyes were filled with disdain as he took a step forward, and the Ghost God Blade in his hand fiercely slashed out, leaving a series of bloody trails in the void.

That drop of eerie blood on the blade rapidly flowed, and under Shui Yietian Xiong's control, it merged onto the blade.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

On the blade, streaks of crimson mist continually wafted out, coiling like venomous snakes, causing one's scalp to tingle.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

From the blade, there suddenly came a faint sound, and then, on the edge of the blade, clusters of strange blood mist tumbled non-stop.

The next moment, on the blade edge, that scarlet blood mist suddenly solidified into a large spherical mass, emitting an even more intense eerie glow.

Having launched this attack, Shui Yietian Xiong swallowed hard, his face turned somewhat pale.

His body trembled slightly, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, showing that the exertion of this move was also tremendous.

"Go!"

Immediately after, Shui Yietian Xiong bit through his index finger, a drop of fresh blood splattered out, falling onto that large spherical substance in the palm of his hand.

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"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

As droplets of blood fell, the crimson blood fog began to violently tremble.

A faint crimson glow diffused from within, with a blood-red luster constantly wandering through it.

"Go, devour him!"

Shui Yechen roared fiercely, and with a violent flick of his wrist, a huge mass of blood fog swept towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's body shot backward, a grave expression filling his eyes; the crimson blood fog seemed ordinary.

But he knew it was anything but, otherwise, it would not have made his heart race with fear.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

Sudden flashes of crimson brilliance erupted within the blood-red sphere, and strange ripples undulated outwardly.

An eerie power spread in all directions, chilling Ye Ling to the core.

In Ye Ling's hand, the Snow Drinking Blade trembled violently, with an inexplicable sense of crisis assaulting his entire body.

Streams of crimson brilliance erupted from the blood sphere, enveloping Ye Ling completely.

Ye Ling's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he swung the long sword in his hand, its icy power slicing through the air like a series of razor-sharp blades tearing through the surroundings.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The Snow Drinking Blade clashed with the crimson fog, and a powerful recoil forced Ye Ling to retreat several steps. With a push against the ground, his figure rushed forward again.

Ye Ling lifted his arm, a flash of cold light streaked past, and the Snow Drinking Blade once again surged into the air, drawing an arc before heavily slashing down!

The blade cut through the void with a howling sound, carrying a sharp momentum as it swung rapidly.

The blade wind stirred, and the Snow Drinking Blade in Ye Ling's hand trembled even more intensely, its crimson luster growing denser.

The blood fog was shattered by a strike from Ye Ling's blade, but his face immediately turned pale.

For he clearly saw that the place where the blood fog was sliced had begun to congeal into streaks of blood once more.

And the color of these streaks of blood was even more intense than the previous crimson mass!

Ye Ling took a deep breath, as spiritual energy coursed through his body, with the power of thunder surging within.

"Swoosh!"

A dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from Ye Ling's body, followed by terrifying golden punches that bombarded the blood fog.

"Pop, pop, pop!"

A series of crisp sounds echoed all around, and Ye Ling only felt an overwhelming force surge up his arm, rendering him almost unable to resist. Caught off guard, he was sent flying.

"Pfft!"

Ye Ling's body fell to the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, as wisps of crimson fog swirled around his chest and abdomen.

"Damn it!"

Ye Ling cursed under his breath, noticing strands of black marks appearing on his skin.

It seemed that during the last attack, those black marks had been partially eroded by that eerie energy.

Ye Ling was alarmed; such power was simply too terrifying!

Seeing Ye Ling in this state, Shui Yechen burst into hearty laughter, a smug and triumphant expression on his face.

"Unexpected, isn't it? This is the forbidden technique that our Shui family's ancestors spent countless efforts and hundreds of years to create!"