Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 664: Reversal?

And a blade intent, many times sharper than before, burst forth from within him.

Suddenly, the air was filled with

a faint scent of blood, and a bitterly cold wind swept past continuously, brushing against Ye Ling's body.

Ye Ling slowly stood up, his clothes already torn to shreds, his body covered in blood, with numerous ghastly scars scattered over him.

"You, you've actually grasped the seventh level of blade intent?!"

Mizuchi Takeshi's eyes widened in horror, murmuring incredulously to himself; he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Ye Ling cracked a grim smile and then stepped forward, casually chopping down with his blade.

This time, however, Mizuchi Takeshi didn't dare to meet him head-on.

He felt a spine-chilling danger emanating from that strike, and if he continued to resist, he might be risking his own life.

So, Mizuchi Takeshi chose to dodge the blade's sharpness, flickering to one side.

"Swoosh!"

But Ye Ling's strike, as if it had eyes, followed Mizuchi Takeshi closely.

Mizuchi Takeshi's pupils contracted, and his face turned extraordinarily pale.

At this moment, the momentum of Ye Ling's strike was even more overwhelmingly powerful, leaving no chance to evade!

"Ye Ling, don't push me!"

Mizuchi Takeshi roared fiercely, his teeth clenched, but as soon as he moved, Ye Ling's blade came chopping straight down.

The speed was incredibly fast, even the blade's gleam carried a trace of the sound of tearing through the air, making one's heart tremble!

"Damn it, Ye Ling, face death!"

Mizuchi Takeshi's face turned a ghastly pale green as he spun around, his katana slashing heavily towards Ye Ling's neck.

"Clang!"

Their weapons clashed fiercely, and Mizuchi Takeshi stumbled backwards several steps.

His face turned deathly pale, clearly Ye Ling's strike had stirred the vital energy within him, causing substantial injury to his body.

"Not bad, you've got something!"

Ye Ling started smiling, his eyes narrowing into slits, that glint in his eyes making him look all the more terrifying.

Fear and wariness filled Mizuchi Takeshi's eyes; Ye Ling had pushed him to this extent!

Without another word, Ye Ling swung the Snow Drinking Blade and charged forward.

Mizuchi Takeshi's expression was extremely grim as his katana moved to meet Ye Ling head-on.

With just a touch, Mizuchi Takeshi's katana was shattered by Ye Ling!

And Mizuchi Takeshi's body involuntarily flew out, crashing heavily into a nearby wall, causing the wall to collapse and debris to rain down.

"This is my full strength as of now!"

Ye Ling grinned, his smile brilliant, but in Mizuchi Takeshi's eyes, it appeared monstrously fierce.

Blood violently spurted from Mizuchi Takeshi's mouth as his eyes fixed on Ye Ling.

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He had never imagined that Ye Ling's combat power could be so formidable.

"I do not believe this curse! Even if you have grasped the seventh level of blade intent, you are still not enough; today I must slaughter you!"

Mizuchi Takeshi bellowed furiously, his body shook as a powerful burst of energy erupted from within him.

He erupted out in a frenzy, his figure speeding forward as he threw a punch heavily toward Ye Ling's body.

Ye Ling's face remained unchanged, turning his wrist to bring the Snow Drinking Blade slashing upward, its blade gleaming like a crescent moon.

The moment Ye Ling's move struck him, he felt an oppressive sensation in his chest that almost stifled his breath.

Thud!

He crashed heavily onto the floor, his palms sinking in, his entire body sprawled on the ground, his face deathly pale.

"No... Impossible!"

He squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, his eyes bulging, filled with resentment and despair.

The power of that move was simply too great, he hadn't the slightest ability to defend against it!

"Heh, unconsolable, aren't you?"

Ye Ling shook his head with a chuckle, "That can't be helped, you can die now, I'm taking your life!"

As the words fell, Ye Ling once again raised the Snow Drinking Blade, slashing it directly toward his head.

His body froze, his face deathly pale, a look of resolve flashing through his eyes as he shouted.

"Ninjutsu, Surge of Terminal Desperation!"

Immediately, he clenched his fist; a powerful force flowed down his arm, pouring into his right arm.

His face instantly turned red, and his aura climbed higher!

"Ye Ling, since you insist on killing me, I'm not scared, I'll fight with my life!"

Ninjutsu, Surge of Terminal Desperation, it's a technique that temporarily boosts one's strength, but has a side effect—it requires one's life as the cost.

Thus, he executed this move with a resolve to die!

"Whoo! This power is truly intoxicating! Ye Ling, today is the day you die!"

He laughed heartily, his malevolent expression twisting his visage.

Perhaps knowing he wasn't going to live much longer, his mentality also seemed to undergo some changes, becoming increasingly frenzied and brutal.

But what use was that, Ye Ling simply didn't care.

"Since you're keen on delivering yourself to death, I, Ye Ling, naturally won't refuse; after all, a free punching bag is rather satisfying to hit."

"Hehe, then let's see, to see who sends whom on their way!"

Ye Ling grinned, holding the Snow Drinking Blade, the killing intent around him thickened, the sharp blade intent instantly spreading around, causing everyone to involuntarily tremble.

His gaze fixed on Ye Ling, he suddenly stomped on the ground, propelling his body upwards and drawing a katana to heavily strike at Ye Ling.

This strike contained all of his strength, powerful enough to tear apart the void and slay everything!

Ye Ling's lips slightly curled, his eyes narrowed, and with a leap, the Snow Drinking Blade whirled through the air, smacking fiercely downward!

"Clang!"

When the blades clashed, sparks flew everywhere, and blade energy burst forth, leaving dense marks in the void.

The blade energy rampaged, sweeping across all directions!

Ye Ling quickly retreated, the floor beneath his feet completely shattered, with debris flying all around.

His gaze turned cold; he could feel his strength gradually weakening, like a giant stone pressing down on him.

"How can this be, I don't believe it!"