Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 556: You’re Quite Stubborn

The ground around them was actually shattered by the force of the gale.

"Thump thump thump!"

Ye Ling staggered back several steps, stomping hard on the ground, his body rebounding off the force, and he flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

With a thud, Ye Ling spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face deathly pale, his body as if struck by lightning, a severe pain across his chest, as if all his organs had shifted.

"Cough cough! This guy, is really too formidable!"

Ye Ling struggled to his feet, his face ghastly pale, his body violently trembling, streams of blood continuously flowing down from the corner of his mouth.

"Kid, you really are quite stubborn! To dare leave so many scars on me!"

"But it doesn't matter, once I absorb the essence of your body, my body will become even stronger. Then, no matter how hard you try, it will be of no use, ha ha!"

Zhao Bing flashed a ferocious smile, his body moved, charging directly at Ye Ling, swirling his fists with a blinding cold gleam. That gleam, like the tongue of a venomous snake, made one's whole body cold and scalp numb.

"Get lost!"

Ye Ling roared angrily, the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand sweeping out horizontally, the blade like a dragon soaring through clouds, carrying the sound of roaring wind and thunder, viciously slashing down at Zhao Bing.

"Clang!"

Zhao Bing's eyes narrowed, and he twisted his body to dodge Ye Ling's blade.

But Ye Ling's body moved like a agile monkey, sticking close to him, the Snow Drinking Blade swept down horizontally, directly chopping onto Zhao Bing's chest.

"Pfft!"

Blood sprayed everywhere, gushing forth as Zhao Bing's chest opened with a ferocious gash, blood spurting wildly. Witnessing the scene, Zhao Bing couldn't help but be utterly horrified.

He had not expected that Ye Ling's speed would be so fast. The maneuver just now was a feint; the kid had actually tried to sneak attack!

Zhao Bing gritted his teeth, with raging fury continuously bursting from his eyes. His body shook violently, shooting backward like a cannonball, while his fists pounded out fiercely, the rumbling sound spreading everywhere.

At this moment, Zhao Bing's fury had already erupted completely. He was determined to vent all his anger and outrage on Ye Ling.

To let this upstart know, the price of provoking him would be exceedingly painful. Ye Ling was no less fierce, his body lunging forward like a specter, the Snow Drinking Blade carving a sinister trajectory through the air, hurtling straight towards Zhao Bing.

"Myriad Blade Burial!"

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Ye Ling burst out, blade auras appearing one after another around him, flashing cold and forbidding.

Ye Ling's eyes flashed, a terrible murderous intent emanating from him. In this single moment, all the blade auras converged together.

In mid-air, they formed a massive broadsword.

This blade, over two meters in length and more than a meter wide, dazzled brilliantly under the sunlight, reflecting a blinding brilliance.

"Die!"

Ye Ling's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly gave a low shout, the great sword carrying an earth-shattering killing intent, smashing down ferociously towards Zhao Bing.

This great sword was Ye Ling's most skilled secret technique!

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Wherever the blade's light reached, space cracked inch by inch, and where Ye Ling's broadsword struck, the space around Zhao Bing was directly shattered.

"Damn it! This kid!"

Zhao Bing's eyes narrowed slightly, his body twisted as he watched the huge shadow of the falling blade, and a strong sense of danger surged in his heart.

But he didn't hesitate, he took a deep breath, his body shuddered, his legs bent, and he directly knelt forward.

Zhao Bing's legs, like whips, lashed out, drawing brilliant arcs in the void, and fiercely struck the broadsword.

"Bang!"

Blade and whip leg collided fiercely, an extreme gust of wind burst forth from the blade, containing an extremely terrifying pressure, blasting in all directions.

The shockwaves kept spreading, even grinding the dry grass and sand on the ground to dust, enveloped in a cloud of debris.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

Zhao Bing's body shook, and he staggered back several steps, his face going a bit pale, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and his eyes filled with a look of panic as he watched Ye Ling.

Just now, he had only managed to block Ye Ling's offense hastily; otherwise, he would have been injured and lying on the ground!

"Kid, I admit I underestimated you, but what of that, do you think you've won?"

Zhao Bing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his body staggering back as he watched Ye Ling, who hadn't moved an inch from his spot, and said with a cold laugh.

"I'm not that optimistic!" Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "But since we've already exchanged blows, let's continue the fight!"

After speaking, Ye Ling took a deep breath; a fierce light flashed in his eyes, his blood seemed to ignite, his inner strength also boiling crazily.

Zhao Bing was also a decisive fellow, and seeing Ye Ling's ferocious demeanor, he didn't dare to be careless, constantly mobilizing his inner strength.

Suddenly, he shot forward, his speed incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached Ye Ling, throwing a fierce iron fist straight at him.

Ye Ling grinned, his eyes filled with splendid golden light, his body turned, and the Snow Drinking Blade swept downwards, clashing with Zhao Bing's iron fist.

"Thump!"

A muffled groan abruptly sounded, and under Ye Ling's terrifying power, Zhao Bing's body involuntarily flew backwards.

Scarlet blood poured from Zhao Bing's mouth as if it cost him nothing, staining his clothes, leaving him in a state of utter disarray.

Ye Ling, seeing Zhao Bing shaken by his own blow, a mocking luster crossed his eyes, Zhao Bing's expression darkened to the extreme.

His strength gave Zhao Bing a sense of being overwhelmed.

Ye Ling grinned, his hand gripping slightly, the Snow Drinking Blade suddenly slashed downwards, the knife light dazzling, a streak of blood-red energy tearing through the void, fiercely slashing toward Zhao Bing's neck.

This blade could easily decapitate Zhao Bing's head! "Seeking death!"

Seeing Ye Ling trying to kill him, Zhao Bing's eyes shrank, filled with a fierce light.

He tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, his arms bulging with veins.

His body bowed, his knees bent, and his waist tensed, the whole person suddenly pouncing towards Ye Ling like a cheetah.

Zhao Bing's figure moved like a phantom, continuously shifting, with fearsome blade qi rampaging around him.