Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

One of them is Chen Yihan. He is dressed in black and holds a seven-inch dagger. He is like a shadow, quietly hidden in the black mist.

His eyes are deep and dark, as if they can swallow up all light. This is a sign of his practice of dark attribute skills, and it is also the reason why he became a natural assassin.

His eyes were like a cold ice lake, deep and cold.

The other was the fourth elder of Shenlong Cult. He was wearing black robes and holding a silver sword, with a cold light flashing on the tip of the sword.

The fourth elder of the Shenlong Sect is also not an easy character to deal with. He possesses the cultivation level of the early Nascent Soul and a pair of superb swordsmanship.

His figure loomed in the air, as if integrated with the entire space. This was the result of his long-term practice, and it was also the key to his ability to maintain an advantage in battle.

His face was majestic and his eyes were piercing.

He seemed extremely powerful, with a powerful aura filling the air.

The two looked at each other and understood instantly, and the competition began.

A black mist suddenly appeared around Chen Yihan's body, covering the sky and making it difficult to tell the direction.

He was holding a dagger, and his figure instantly disappeared into the black mist, leaving only illusory figures shuttled through the air.

The fourth elder did not panic when he saw this, but calmly observed the black mist around him.

He felt Chen Yihan's aura approaching, and the long sword in his hand instantly turned into a silver lightning, striking at the black shadow in the void.

Chen Yihan's figure flickered in and out of the black mist, as if he didn't care about the opponent's attack at all.

He held a short sword and stabbed the opponent's heart suddenly.

The cultivators of the Shenlong Sect reacted quickly and moved away instantly to avoid this fatal blow.

However, Chen Yihan did not stop attacking. He disappeared into the black mist again and appeared behind the opponent in an instant.

The dagger in his hand stabbed at the back of the opponent's neck like a ghost. He was about to hit him, but the opponent turned around and dodged in an instant.

The cultivators of the Shenlong Sect clearly felt the power of Chen Yihan's dark attribute skills. There was a strange aura permeating the black mist, making it difficult to tell the direction.

He calmly analyzed the situation and tried to keep his distance from the other party.

However, Chen Yihan did not give him this chance. He held a short sword and attacked the opponent like a spiritual snake, with every blow carrying fatal killing intent.

Although the fourth elder resisted vigorously, he was still forced to retreat by Chen Yihan.

At this moment, Chen Yihan suddenly let out a low shout, and the black mist around his body instantly condensed into a black lightning.

This bolt of lightning rushed towards the opponent like a dragon, cutting through the obstruction of the air and making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The fourth elder was horrified when he saw this. He knew that he could no longer dodge the blow.

He had no choice but to wave his sword to resist. However, the power of this black lightning was too powerful. With a loud noise, his long sword was instantly shattered and his whole person was knocked away.

Chen Yihan took advantage of the victory and pursued, disappearing into the dark world in an instant. When he reappeared, the dagger had already been placed at the throat of the fourth elder, which made people shudder.

Chen Yihan looked down at the fourth elder who fell on the ground and said softly.

"you lose"

The fourth elder endured the pain in his chest and could only nod his head, then stood silently behind the senior management.

Everyone was shocked again. The elders at the peak of the Golden Core did not win the competition, but the four elders at the early stage of Nascent Soul were also defeated, which really shocked everyone.

Next up is Game 6.

In the center of the square, Mo Gufeng and the three elders of the Shenlong Sect stood opposite each other, and the atmosphere was as tense as a bow with full strings.

Mo Gufeng's eyes were red, he was dressed in black robes, and he was holding a magic knife in his hand. The blade was soul-eating, as if it could swallow the glory of all life.

His eyes were deep and cold, like an abyss, seemingly calm but lurking in danger.

The third elder is wearing a blue robe, with the skirt of his clothes fluttering, like a dragon swimming out of the sea, majestic and mysterious.

He held a spear in his hand, with the tip pointed at the ground. The wrinkles on his face were full of traces of time, but his eyes shone with a sharp light.

His cultivation has reached the early stage of Yuanying, and his whole body exudes vast spiritual energy.

The two stood opposite each other, their momentum was like two peaks clashing in the sea of ​​clouds.

Mo Gufeng's demonic energy corroded everything around him. The air made a sizzling sound under the erosion of the demonic energy, and his magic knife drew a black trajectory in the air.

The third elder's spear also danced in the air, the tip of the spear piercing the air and making a sharp whistle.

When the competition began, the third elder launched an attack instantly. The spear was like a dragon rising out of the sea, bringing with it a powerful torrent of spiritual energy and piercing Mo Gufeng.

Mo Gufeng's eyes changed slightly, and he swung his magic sword horizontally. A black evil energy instantly formed a barrier, blocking the attack of the third elder.

The third elder was not discouraged. He muttered words and spun the spear rapidly in his hand, as if forming a powerful whirlwind.

A powerful spiritual energy flew out of the spear and attacked Mo Gufeng.

Mo Gufeng narrowed his eyes slightly and swung out the magic knife. A black magic aura formed a barrier, blocking all the attacks of the three elders.

The battle became more intense, as the two attacks continued to meet in the air, bursting out with powerful energy.

The collision of demonic energy and spiritual energy caused the entire venue to tremble. The third elder's spear drew tracks in the air, and the spiritual energy gathered into small dragons and attacked Mo Gufeng.

Mo Gufeng's face was expressionless, and he swung out the magic knife in his hand, and black demonic energy formed black vortexes in the air, swallowing up all the attacks of the three elders.

After a fierce battle, the third elder gradually felt exhausted, but Mo Gufeng was as relaxed as a fish swimming in the water.

A trace of determination flashed in the third elder's eyes, and the spear suddenly burst out with intense light, and a powerful spiritual energy instantly attacked Mo Gufeng.

Mo Gufeng did not dodge, he swung the magic knife in his hand, and a black magic energy formed a shield, blocking the attack of the third elder.

At this time, the third elder was already tired, but Mo Gufeng remained as before.

His face was cold, and the magic knife in his hand was surrounded by black energy. He held the knife in both hands and swung it at the third elder with all his strength.

Suddenly, two giant black dragons emerged from the magic knife and attacked the third elder.

The third elder used all his spiritual energy to defend himself, but in the end his defense was breached and even the spear in his hand was cut off.

The eyes of the third elder were full of unwillingness, as his cultivation in the early stage of Nascent Soul actually lost.

However, in the face of this huge strength gap, he could only bear the outcome of failure helplessly.

In the end, this disparity in strength ended with Mo Gufeng's victory.

He stood in the center of the field, head held high and majestic, while the third elder sadly withdrew from the field, his heart full of bitterness and helplessness.

However, this is the world of immortal cultivators: strength is respected and the strong survive.

As expected, everyone in the Shenlong Sect was hit again, and the third elder also ended in failure.

Next up is game seven.

In the center of the square, Xie Yanran confronted the second elder of the Shenlong Sect.

The air was filled with tension, and the two men's eyes intertwined in the air like lightning, each peeping at the other's strength.

Xie Yanran's eyes were as clear as water and calm. She practiced water-attribute skills and condensed the long sword with divine water. This sword was like condensed real water and possessed various properties of water.

Her main spells are sword control and Hunyuan Sword Formation, both of which are based on water attribute skills, perfectly combining the agility of water with the sharpness of the sword.

As for the second elder of the Shenlong Sect, he was holding a huge hammer. The hammer seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, and every time he swung it, it brought up a strong wind.

His peak cultivation level in the early stage of Nascent Soul should not be underestimated either.

He could use the weight and strength of the hammer to try to suppress Xie Yanran's agility and speed.

At the beginning of the competition, Xie Yanran's figure moved like running water, and her swordsmanship was extremely agile. Every sword strike was like water droplets hitting the lake surface, both precise and flexible.

The second elder of the Shenlong Sect is as stable as a mountain, and his hammer is like a giant peak, heavy and tough.

The attack and defense of the two were both wonderful. Xie Yanran's sword dance was as spectacular as a waterfall, while the second elder's hammer was like the swing of a mountain, with incomparable power.

The two forces collided in the air, creating a powerful airflow that seemed to tear the entire venue apart.