Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

This energy was like a dark tide, quickly filling the entire arena and submerging Chen Yihan's figure.

Above the arena, the power of the Dark Law and the Space Law raged, seeming to swallow everything up.

Although Chen Yihan's consciousness was severely restricted, there was no trace of fear on his face, instead burning with fighting spirit.

The ancestor of Sanjue did not hesitate at this moment. With three fingers together, three long swords as black as ink were shot out quickly and silently.

The trajectory of these long swords cutting through the air was like ghosts, making no sound, directly cutting into Chen Yihan's vitals of life and death.

A cold light flashed in Chen Yihan's eyes, and he quickly squeezed the seal with both hands, and a powerful force of dark attribute law burst out from his body.

In an instant, a thicker black mist burst out from Chen Yihan's body, like a torrent of darkness, instantly filling the entire arena space.

The arena, which was already pitch black, was now swallowed up by deeper darkness, becoming dense and thick.

Two kinds of black mist intertwined and merged in the air, like a profound picture slowly unfolding.

Chen Yihan instantly saw the fierce attack of the three long swords, and disappeared in a flash, leaving only an afterimage.

His eyes flashed coldly, hiding endless abyss.

When the ancestor of Sanjue saw this, he couldn't help but change his color slightly.

They thought that they had understood the power of the dark law very deeply, but they did not expect that Chen Yihan's understanding was far beyond what they thought.

Chen Yihan clenched his fists, and the power of the dark law in his body surged like a scourge, as if it would break through the restraints at any time and wreak havoc in all directions.

The ancestor of Sanjue's sword seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force, and he continued to launch fierce attacks at Chen Yihan.

However, Chen Yihan seems to have the ability to predict the future and can always sense every approaching danger in advance.

His figure flashed, moving through the darkness like a ghost, cleverly avoiding deadly attacks.

The moment the ancestor of Sanjue launched his attack, the self-confidence in their hearts burned like a blazing fire.

They believed that Chen Yihan would be able to be firmly suppressed by the powerful black mist released by the three of them.

However, in an instant, a strange feeling came to my mind.

The black mist that they were originally proud of seemed to have met their nemesis, and began to be swallowed up by Chen Yihan's black mist uncontrollably.

Every bit of mist that was swallowed up was accompanied by a bit of suppression of their consciousness.

The confident smile on the Sanjue Ancestor's face gradually solidified, replaced by solemnity and shock.

They were shocked to find that Chen Yihan's black mist was not as simple as it seemed.

Not only is it rapidly weakening their consciousness, but it is also constantly swallowing their black mist.

The three ancestors of Sanjue's hearts sank, realizing that this battle was far more difficult than they imagined.

They must adjust their strategies quickly, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

They don't understand why Chen Yihan's dark law is so powerful and seems to be endless.

The ancestor of Sanjue quickly changed his hand seals, and the silhouettes of the three people flashed in a mysterious manner, instantly forming a powerful triangle formation.

This formation seems to have awakened the ancient power that has been dormant for a long time. The black mist filling the arena surges instantly, like huge waves of the ocean swept by the strong wind.

The mist condensed rapidly in the air, transforming into countless sharp swords, each of which exuded unparalleled sword aura.

These long swords drew tracks in the air, like a dense rain of arrows.

The overwhelming force surged toward Chen Yihan, majestic and unstoppable.

The space Chen Yihan was in turned into a sea of ​​swords, with countless sword lights flashing and sword energy flowing horizontally.

Under the attack of roaring wind and heavy rain, Chen Yihan showed unusual calmness.

His figure is nimble, like a swallow flying through the storm, fast and light.

As the sword light flashed, his dagger danced, and the crisp sound of metal collision could be heard endlessly.

Chen Yihan seemed to be transformed into a dancer in space, dancing gracefully in the endless rain of swords.

Every movement was smooth and smooth, skillfully avoiding fatal attacks.

His dagger drew silver tracks in the sword rain, reflecting each other with the surrounding black mist.

In this harsh environment, Chen Yihan used his sword as a pen and his body as ink to draw thrilling pictures.

His swordsmanship became more and more exquisite, and every swing of his sword was full of power and beauty.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Chen Yihan not only did not show any panic, but instead responded with a calmer and more confident attitude.

His swordsmanship is poetic and picturesque, and he interprets this battle so brilliantly.

Each of his attacks can cut off a black mist, causing it to dissipate in the air.

A sharp light flashed in Chen Yihan's eyes. After observing it for a moment, he already understood the basic situation of this formation.

In this incomparably powerful triangle formation, the three formation eyes are the ancestors of the Three Jue.

The flaw of this formation is that as long as one of them falls, the entire formation will fall apart.

Chen Yihan's body shape was like the wind, and he was extremely agile. While skillfully avoiding the attacks that were as dense as raindrops, he rushed towards one of the old men at high speed.

His speed is staggering.

Amidst the heavy sword shadows, his figure appeared and disappeared, as if dancing with the rain of swords. Every step he took was just right and safe.

The ancestors of Sanjue were no ordinary people. They were keenly aware of Chen Yihan's intentions.

Then the power of the formation was activated, making the attack more violent and more severe.

However, Chen Yihan was not afraid. He used the laws of space with great proficiency and his speed was extremely fast, as if he was the master of this space.

In this life-and-death contest, the contest between Chen Yihan and the Sanjue Ancestor has become increasingly fierce. Time will tell who will have the last laugh.

His figure shuttled through the dense sword light, and every step seemed to span space, which was dazzling.

When he was approaching an old man, Chen Yihan's eyes flashed with fierceness. He instantly activated the power of law in his body and shot out an extremely thin shadowless needle from his wrist.

This needle passed through the space quietly and silently.

However, the power of hundreds of laws it carries gives it amazing power.

The old man's heart sank suddenly, and he felt a strong sense of crisis instantly enveloped him.

He did not dare to neglect at all, quickly changed his hand seals, and tried his best to activate the power of law in his body, trying to strengthen his defense.

However, the crisis has not weakened, but has become more intense.

He knew that he had to come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

At this moment, a subtle impact sounded, and the shadowless needle finally hit the old man's defensive space.

The old man felt a powerful force attack instantly.

He tried his best to resist, but still couldn't completely resist the impact of that force.

He groaned secretly in his heart, knowing that he had fallen into a desperate situation.

But he did not give up, but continued to activate the power of law, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

But he felt that the power of countless powerful laws was constantly eroding his defense.

In an instant, the shadowless needle quietly penetrated the old man's defensive space, like a black lightning, drawing a dazzling trajectory in the darkness.

The old man's eyes widened in horror. He couldn't believe that his defense could be broken down so easily.

At this moment, Chen Yihan's Shadowless Needle had touched the old man's chest.

Before the panic on the old man's face completely faded, he felt an extremely cold breath invading his body through his clothes.

He looked down and saw that a black needle as thin as a hair had penetrated his chest.

Blood dripped slowly along the tip of the needle, which stood out in the black mist.

The old man wanted to scream, but found that his voice had been frozen in his throat, and even the pain had become numb.

His eyes were wide with disbelief and deep fear.