Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 525: Play with You

Ye Ling's figure moved swiftly, flipping his body to dodge the attack of the apparition before blasting a punch in its direction.

"Hmph, courting death!"

With a cold snort, the body of the apparition twisted strangely, dodging Ye Ling's punch.

"Huh?" Ye Ling's pupils contracted instantly, "This guy is quite cunning!"

Ye Ling quickly halted his momentum, stamping on the ground beneath him. Like an arrow off its bowstring, he shot toward the apparition.

Ye Ling was incredibly fast, almost instantly reaching the apparition's position.

He unleashed a punch, his tremendous force cascading like a torrential wave, surging toward the apparition.

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"Boom!"

The apparition's form shifted to the side, easily avoiding Ye Ling's punch and charging toward him.

The two were indistinguishable in their aerial combat, with Ye Ling's every punch carrying a destructive force.

Meanwhile, the apparition kept launching fierce, unmatched attacks at Ye Ling.

"Mountain-Shaking Fist!" Ye Ling bellowed, his palms striking out fiercely with a powerful force that exploded forward, thundering toward the apparition like rolling thunder.

"Shattering Star Palm!" the apparition thundered back, with a powerful force of its own howling towards Ye Ling.

The two potent forces collided instantly, creating a deafening boom.

The great energies clashed fiercely, causing a violent collision that made the entire space tremble.

Ye Ling felt a pain in his chest and couldn't help but cough, a trace of blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

The apparition showed no signs of discomfort; its palm had actually penetrated through Ye Ling's force!

"How is this possible!" Ye Ling exclaimed.

He had never imagined that his Mountain-Shaking Fist would fail to block the apparition's move. Just how powerful was this apparition?

Ye Ling took a deep breath and then looked up at the apparition, his expression turning grave.

With a grand gesture, a flash of white light appeared, and the Snow Drinking Blade materialized in his hands!

With the Snow Drinking Blade in hand, Ye Ling's demeanor transformed drastically.

If Ye Ling had been like a roaming fish before, he was now a dragon soaring the nine skies, exuding a fierce killing intent and an overwhelming aura!

Ye Ling held the Snow Drinking Blade, pointing it at the apparition, his gaze haughty and his eyes cold and stern.

"Since you want to play with me, then I will play along to the end. Today, I will make you regret provoking me!" Ye Ling's voice was chillingly cold, filled with a thick intent to kill.

The apparition glanced indifferently at Ye Ling, not saying much, merely stretching a long spear across the void, with a wisp of black flame twining around the spearhead.

Ye Ling, wielding the Snow Drinking Blade, charged directly at the apparition, engaging in fierce combat.

His blade techniques were fierce, every strike carrying a strong wind that tore through the surrounding space!

The apparition continuously thrust its long spear in the void.

Ye Ling's figure was incredibly agile, the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand sending out terrifying gusts of wind towards the phantom, but each time, the phantom effortlessly neutralized them.

"Hmph, mere child's play!" the phantom snorted softly, twisting his wrist and lifting his long spear to sweep towards Ye Ling, a wild and violent spear strength crushing madly towards him.

Ye Ling's brows furrowed tightly, his figure retreating explosively, the phantom giving him no chance to catch his breath, constantly attacking him.

"Break for me!" Ye Ling roared loudly.

The Snow Drinking Blade in his hand kept moving, its blade energy howling like raging waves, continuously striking forth.

The phantom saw the blade energy coming, twisted his body, and with a spin, dodged the terrifying blade energy.

But as soon as the phantom steadied himself, Ye Ling's Snow Drinking Blade smashed down on him once more!

The face of the phantom darkened instantly, he misstepped, and his figure disappeared from its original spot, only to reappear in mid-air.

Ye Ling swayed several times before finally stabilizing, his eyes narrowing slightly.

When the phantom reappeared, he had already moved beside Ye Ling, the long spear in his hand striking silently like a viper, piercing towards Ye Ling's head.

Ye Ling dodged slightly, and the long spear barely grazed his shoulder.

Ye Ling's eyes suddenly widened because he saw the phantom biting towards his neck!

"Damn it!" Ye Ling cursed in his mind, quickly leaping backward, but the phantom seemed to have anticipated Ye Ling's move and followed closely.

Ye Ling stepped in the Eight Trigrams Step, his figure shifting eerily, dodging the phantom's pursuit, and then slashed at the phantom with his blade.

The phantom smiled coldly, parrying Ye Ling's blade with his spear, then his figure flickered again, stabbing directly towards Ye Ling's throat.

"Damn, this guy is too darn sneaky!" Ye Ling cursed inwardly, feeling that the phantom's speed was just too fast, even his Eight Trigrams Step couldn't evade it.

"No matter what, today I must take this guy down!" Ye Ling gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

The Snow Drinking Blade poised, stabbing towards the phantom's throat.

The corner of the phantom's mouth twisted into a sinister cold smile, his long spear suddenly stabbing towards Ye Ling's ribs.

"Damn it!" Ye Ling cursed softly, the Snow Drinking Blade shifting to block the phantom's long spear directly.

At that moment, the phantom's arm trembled, sending terrible gusts of wind sweeping crazily, causing Ye Ling's figure to sway and his hair to flutter noisily.

Ye Ling steadied himself quickly, but the phantom thrust out again with his spear.

This time, at the tip of the spear, a radiant brilliance burst forth, and within that brilliance was a trace of bizarre power, sending chills down one's spine!

At this moment, Ye Ling knew how terrifying the phantom's power was, he hurriedly dodged to the side, but the phantom's long spear, like a venomous snake, followed relentlessly, piercing viciously!

Ye Ling sweated from his forehead, knowing that if he were half a second later, he would surely have been pierced by the phantom, and that would really be the end for him.

The long blade in Ye Ling's hand hacked down frantically, their terrible blade shadows, like a dense net, enveloping the phantom.

"Slaying Dragon Art!"

Ye Ling roared, his long blade trembling sharply, blade beams bursting towards the phantom.