Battle God Emperor

"This emperor has never lost to anyone in a sword competition!" Ye Yulong had a face full of pride. Even though he was ranked third amongst the ten prodigies, he had never truly exchanged blows with Ying Feng or Lou Aotian.    

    

In a real battle, Ye Yulong believed that he would not lose to anyone.    

    

"Is that so? Whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll know when we get out! " Dou Tian's expression was as calm as it had never been before, but his heart was already filled with killing intent.    

    

Ye Yulong had wanted to kill him multiple times. If not for his good luck, he would have died several times already.    

    

Of course, this was not the main reason why Dou Tian wanted to kill Ye Yulong. Firstly, Dou Tian and Fatty had promised to fight for Ye Yuxuan's life.    

    

Based on the current situation, if Ye Yulong didn't die, he would never become a snowy night Imperial Lord.    

    

Secondly, if Ye Yulong was still alive, Yanbei would never be able to be at peace, and this would even affect his entire Dou Family. With his current strength, this was not enough to protect his Dou Family, which was the most important reason why he wanted to kill Ye Yulong.    

    

"Snow Sea Wuya!"    

    

Ye Yulong had finally made his move, the white Sword Qi that filled the sky flickered like snowflakes dancing, covering every corner, while countless Sword Qi flew towards Dou Tian from all directions.    

    

"Immortal Level Sword Art, Thirteen Snow Night Swords!" There are a total of thirteen swords. One sword is faster than the other, and one is stronger than the other, Unfortunately, I heard that there are only twelve left. "    

    

"You're talking about the past Thirteen Snow Night Swords, right now your Ye Family's Thirteen Snow Night Swords is only a Dharma level sword art. Every move has lost its original state of mind."    

    

"Even if the Dharma rank sword technique is very powerful, Dou Tian might not be able to block it. I hope that he won't be so angry as to injure the princess."    

    

The few Word Law Battle Magic Stage Expert in Tyrant Sword Empire were discussing softly, their eyes burning as they stared at Ye Yulong. They were all sword lovers, and when they saw Dou Tian and Ye Yulong make their moves, they couldn't help but comment.    

    

With sword in hand, the Heaven Fighting Boat stood straight, its eyes trembled, as though it was imprinting Ye Yulong's every action into its mind. With a change of its footwork, the Ethereal Divine Trace Step was displayed vividly and vividly.    

    

Puff puff puff!    

    

The snow-white sword Qi was in close combat as sonic booms rang out in the air. The soul power that had been released was like a hurricane as it swept out in all directions.    

    

"Continue!" Dou Tian's indifferent voice rang out. His robe fluttered in the wind, completely undamaged. It was as though all the sword qi had touched the corner of his clothes.    

    

Ye Yulong's face turned ashen, killing intent filled the air as the air changed once again. The snow continued to fall, but the sword aura of the snowflakes had disappeared and was replaced with a resplendent white sword beam.    

    

Dou Tian calmly stood there. One person, one sword strike, fearless and fearless.    

    

The cold wind assaulted him, stirring up his thick black hair. That firm and stern face revealed a kind of frivolous and unrestrained temperament.    

    

When the white sword light came down, Dou Tian suddenly slowly raised his right hand. He extended two of his fingers toward the sword light.    

    

"Is he courting death?" The hearts of the crowd trembled. They were shocked by Dou Tian's action!    

    

To use a single hand to deal with such an overbearing and sharp sword light was simply courting death!    

    

The corner of Ye Yulong's mouth also curled up into a smile. He had been practicing the Thirteen Snow Night Swords since he was young, and he had long since grasped the essence of the Thirteen Snow Night Swords. Even Ye Wushuang couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.    

    

How could Dou Tian's two fingers block this sword strike, which was enough to kill a third stage practitioner from the Word Law Battle Magic Stage?    

    

The crowd seemed to have seen the scene of Dou Tian's palm being chopped off. Blood splattered in all directions as they screamed incessantly.    

    

However, what made them disappointed was that the two fingers were like an iron wall as they firmly gripped the sharp sword beams. With a light squeeze, the sword beams exploded and turned into countless sharp blades that flew out.    

    

The crowd was dumbstruck as they looked at Dou Tian with expressions of disbelief.    

    

Ye Yulong's heart trembled. Looking at Dou Tian's arrogant figure, he did not know why, but a look of fear flashed past his eyes.    

    

"Tianxue Feihong!"    

    

"Snowfall!"    

    

"Snow Returning Flowing Wind!"    

    

"..."    

    

Ye Yulong roared out, his sword techniques becoming more and more powerful, but also becoming more and more chaotic, slashing across the sky one after another, whistling past Dou Tian's body.    

    

"Ye Yulong lost!"    

    

"Not only did he lose, he couldn't even touch Dou Tian's clothes. We're both at the same Word Law Battle Magic Stage, why is there such a huge difference?"    

    

"Haven't you discovered that Dou Tian has yet to use his sword?"    

    

Seeing this scene, a few people from the Tyrant Sword Empire shook their heads. The rest of them held their breath and concentrated, looking around vigilantly, their eyes sweeping over the battle between the two.    

    

Niu Feiyang, Uncle Feng and the rest all revealed looks of shock, but what they felt more was gratification. Heaven Breaker's comprehension of the Sword Dao had reached a whole new level, and was already something that couldn't be compared with someone of the same level. Even ten Ye Yulong might not necessarily be his match.    

    

"Snowy Night Flower, cut!" Ye Yulong's previous arrogance had completely disappeared, and there was only a malevolent air around him. He only wanted to fight the heavens and die.    

    

Above his head, a 30-foot-long giant wolf appeared. Its white fur was as pure and pure as snow, and it emitted a kind of arrogant aura. She looked down from above like an unparalleled king, ignoring everything else.    

    

Battle Soul of Grade Nine Heavenly Dao Level Howling Moon Heavenly Wolf!    

    

As Ye Yulong's sword thrust out, countless white sword beams appeared in the air out of nowhere. The sword beams were connected head to toe, layer upon layer, as snow danced about, like dancing fairies of the snow night.    

    

In the blink of an eye, the countless sword rays condensed into countless ice crystal swords that shot off in the direction of Dou Tian. Numerous afterimages were left behind, as if they could split open the sky.    

    

Countless sharp swords were flying back and forth in the void. Dou Tian stepped on the Ethereal Divine Trace Step and continuously dodged. After a while, Dou Tian was pushed back like a swallow. With a flick of his finger, countless white sword beams exploded.    

    

Right at this time, Ye Yulong suddenly leapt high into the air. His skill in the Soaring Cloud Steps allowed his speed to reach a terrifying level.    

    

Boom!    

    

In that imminent peril, Dou Tian also used the Rising Cloud Stairway. He brought along his Nether God Battle Soul and flew up against the sky. His fingertips released a sharp light that was like a real divine sword.    

    

Clang!    

    

The sword beam had shattered the sword in Ye Yulong's hands and even penetrated his shoulder, causing fresh blood to splatter. On the other hand, the Nether God Battle Soul and the Moonhowl Heavenly Wolf were fighting each other, biting and tearing.    

    

With a bang, Ye Yulong fiercely smashed into the ground, he flew back a dozen metres before stopping, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, rolling about endlessly.    

    

"Impossible, how can you be so strong!" Ye Yulong clenched his teeth, his hair was in a mess, blood gushed out from his mouth as he asked unwillingly: Why do you not use your sword?    

    

"Why?" Dou Tian looked at Ye Yulong in amusement, and said indifferently: "Do you think, you're worthy for me to use my sword?"    

    

Are you worthy for me to use my sword?    

    

Dou Tian's voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't small either. Everyone present could clearly hear it.    

    

If it was before, people would definitely think that Dou Tian was too arrogant and conceited. However, after seeing him today, they were unable to say a single word.    

    

Was someone who couldn't even touch the edge of Dou Tian's clothes worthy of his sword?    

    

Obviously not!    

    

These words, were like a peerless sharp blade that fiercely stabbed into Ye Yulong's chest, destroying his arrogance and unparalleled halo!    

    

The so-called third in the 10 prodigies was simply a joke in Dou Tian's eyes.    

    

"No, I am the strongest!" Ye Yulong roared to the sky, his entire body ignited with overflowing qi and flames, his aura continuing to rise, looking sinisterly at Dou Tian, he roared: "I want you dead!"