Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 552 Disillusionment

Ye Ling's eyes blazed with ferocity. With a flick of his arm, the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand soared into a spin, forming an arc under Ye Ling's control and viciously slashing toward the front.

"Swish!"

Zhao Bing's eyes narrowed, a strange, ghostly light flashing in his pupils. His body swayed, and his dagger stabbed out rapidly, violently clashing with the spinning Snow Drinking Blade.

"Clang!"

The clear and pleasant sound of weapons colliding rang out. Zhao Bing's body hurriedly flew backward, his face turning beet red, as a trickle of blood slowly ran down from the corner of his mouth.

"This guy is so strong! I can't keep this up; I must use my strongest moves, or else I'm bound to lose!"

Zhao Bing gritted his teeth, his True Qi raging wildly inside his body, causing his clothes to flap noisily.

Thud, thud, thud, Zhao Bing charged forward once again, his body emitting a thick purple-gold aura that surged out violently, and the dagger in his hand dazzled with a brilliant purple-gold light.

Hiss, hiss, hiss, strands of eerie power continually flowed into the dagger in Zhao Bing's hand, causing it to flicker with a blinding sheen.

At that moment, Zhao Bing's dagger suddenly burst forth with an astonishing might.

"Whoosh!"

A black edge shot out from Zhao Bing's dagger, heading straight for Ye Ling at an incredibly fast speed. In the blink of an eye, it was already upon Ye Ling.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Ling's pupils contracted as he rapidly retreated, his Snow Drinking Blade sweeping out in response.

A terrifying blade energy howled forth, intercepting and shredding the black edge that was flying toward him into pieces!

Ye Ling landed steadily, his gaze fixed intently on Zhao Bing's dagger.

Just now, Zhao Bing had launched an attack with his dagger, its speed was nearly inconceivable.

Even Ye Ling felt a surge of panic; had he not reacted quickly enough, his chest might very well have been pierced through!

Thinking this, a surge of anger swelled within Ye Ling. His fourfold blade intent swept up wildly at this moment, and a rolling murderous aura caused the temperature around him to drop significantly.

Zhao Bing's gaze narrowed as he watched the fearsome blade energy, his face turning slightly pale.

Then he stomped his foot, and his body shot forward like an arrow, his wrist flipping, coaxing even more strands of purple-gold light from the dagger.

"Buzz, buzz!"

Those strands of purple-gold light swirled and danced around Zhao Bing's dagger, and then, in an instant, a force converged onto the blade of the dagger.

This dagger, as if alive, buzzed and roared in the void, transforming into the shape of a purple-golden dragon in the air.

This purple-golden dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, rushed madly toward Ye Ling, leaving behind trails of magnificent traces that were astonishing to behold.

Ye Ling's gaze was fixed on the purple-golden dragons, his Snow Drinking Blade trembling intensely, emitting a cold killing intent that seemed to freeze the air around him.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

As the purple-golden dragon drew closer, Ye Ling felt every hair on his body stand on end, faced with this terrifying murderous intent that filled him with dread!

"You little bastard, die!" Zhao Bing bellowed, the purple-golden dragon in his hand roared crazily, swallowing towards Ye Ling in a frenzy, terrifying powers surged crazily in this place.

"Roar!"

Ye Ling's Snow Drinking Blade also swung fiercely, terrible gusts of wind rampaged out. Within these gusts, a streak of purple-golden blade light rose crazily into the sky, slashing straight down.

"Annihilation Blade Technique, break for me!"

Ye Ling grinned viciously, gripping the handle of his blade with both hands and slamming fiercely towards the attacking purple-golden dragons, the dreadful destructive power spreading ceaselessly.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The two forces collided, explosive powers bursting out constantly, resonating in the void, waves of energy spreading out all around.

Ye Ling's body suddenly retreated, his footsteps unsteady as he staggered back several steps. His toes dug fiercely into the ground to stabilize himself, and at that moment, a wildly arrogant aura burst forth.

"Boy, you're no match for me now. Just surrender!" Zhao Bing sneered coldly, his eyes filled with contempt.

This Ye Ling, to actually dare fight him, was truly overestimating himself.

In Zhao Bing's eyes, there was even a trace of mockery, feeling like he had already secured his victory.

Hearing Zhao Bing's words, Ye Ling just cracked a smile.

"Surrender? Heh, you think too highly of yourself! I'm quite curious, on what grounds do you say that I'm no match for you!"

Ye Ling's smile widened, his eyes filled with determination.

His Snow Drinking Blade also buzzed crazily, terrifying blade lights swirling wildly around him, causing the surrounding void to distort and crack open.

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Ye Ling's toes lightly tapped the floor, his body shooting forward at extreme speed. In the blink of an eye, he had put tens of meters between himself and Zhao Bing.

"You little bastard, still not ready to give up? Let me send you on your way!"

Zhao Bing snorted coldly, the dagger in his hand trembling wildly. Wisps of terrifying purple-golden color were also spreading out from the surface of his dagger, indicating the horrifying secret technique he was using.

Whiz, whiz, whiz.

Zhao Bing's figure flickered ceaselessly, his dagger releasing a terrible purple-golden luster every three meters. Within this luster was an endless, terrifying energy that was enough to make one's mind tremble.

Ye Ling frowned tightly, his body moving as fast as lightning through the void, with arcs of purple-gold color exploding out from behind him, propelling Ye Ling like a cannonball through the void.

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, Ye Ling's body trembled, his toes stomping hard on the ground as his body rose tens of meters into the air again. His Snow Drinking Blade slashed fiercely onto Zhao Bing's purple-golden dagger.

"Clang!"

A crisp collision sound echoed in the void. Ye Ling's arm shook slightly, his grip on the Snow Drinking Blade was almost lost, and then Ye Ling retreated once more, his face pale.

"How about it, you little bastard, now do you realize how big the gap between you and me is? Now, kneel down and beg for mercy, or don't blame me for not being polite!"

Zhao Bing laughed heartily, his dagger continuously buzzing in his hand.