Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

At the same time, black silk thread has wrapped it, which is also his last hope.

When the colorful sword light collided fiercely with the black silk thread, the entire space seemed to tremble, as if an unknown disaster was about to come.

At the moment of impact, it was like a gorgeous fireworks feast blooming in front of your eyes. The colorful lights intertwined to form a shocking picture that made people unable to take their eyes away.

Under this impact, the body of the pavilion master was like a broken kite swept by the strong wind, retreating rapidly.

His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and a trace of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, showing the tremendous pressure he was under at the moment.

The pavilion master's eyes suddenly expanded, shock and anger intertwined. He never expected that this sword actually contained such earth-shattering power.

In the rapid retreat trajectory, his body hit the surrounding stone walls one after another, making deafening roars.

The stone wall trembled under his powerful impact, as if it would collapse at any time.

After a long moment, the Pavilion Master finally used all his strength to stabilize his body and avoid further embarrassment.

At this moment, the colorful sword light and the black silk thread fiercely clashed in the air, like two extreme forces between heaven and earth colliding, bursting out with extremely brilliant light.

Sparks splashed between them, each spark was like a falling star, containing frightening destructive power, seeming to burn the entire world to pieces.

Thunder danced among the sparks, roaring and reverberating deafeningly, as if the entire universe was shaking at this moment.

Under this force, tiny cracks opened in the surrounding space, like a broken mirror that could fall apart at any time.

There is deep darkness hidden in these gaps, with powerful devouring power, constantly absorbing the surrounding energy.

The colorful sword light contains the power of various laws, like a violent river, mercilessly washing away those black threads.

Under the attack of the power of these laws, the black silk instantly became as hot as fire, as if it was burned by flames and twisted painfully.

They twisted and struggled, and the Pavilion Master exploded with all his strength, frantically urging the black threads to resist.

The two continued to stalemate in the air, with colorful sword lights and black threads intertwined like a dynamic picture.

Ye Chen's eyes were shining with determination, and he knew in his heart that he must not relax at this moment.

The spiritual energy in his body has recovered a lot with the help of the leaves.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, clenched the hilt of the Dragon Sword with both hands, and injected all the remaining spiritual energy in his body into the colorful sword light.

The Dragon Sword seemed to feel Ye Chen's determination, the sword body vibrated and made a low dragon roar.

As the spiritual energy continues to gather, the colorful sword light becomes more and more dazzling, and the power of the law in it is even more violent.

Under this majestic force, the originally dark silk thread began to make a "sizzling" cracking sound, as if it was being burned by flames.

Ye Chen in gray also used all his strength to activate the power of law to seal the void around the Pavilion Master, making it impossible for him to escape.

In this fierce battle, the black silk threads could not withstand the violent impact and broke one by one, making a crisp sound.

At the moment of the break, there seemed to be countless tiny black spiritual snakes struggling in the space, but in the end they all fell down powerlessly.

Everyone in the dark pavilion was stunned when they saw this scene, and their hearts were in turmoil.

The pavilion master's invincible magic weapon actually broke at this moment. This scene undoubtedly subverted their cognition.

They had never thought that there could be such a powerful force in the world that could eclipse the Pavilion Master's magic weapon.

In the Chaos Bead, Xie Yanran and others also saw this scene outside.

Shock, excitement and worry were intertwined, impacting their hearts like a tidal wave

What shocked them was that Ye Chen actually had such a mysterious clone.

None of the four of them knew anything about it, and Ye Chen never mentioned it in front of them.

This was undoubtedly a shocking secret that they had not expected, filling their hearts with shock and curiosity.

As the black thread broke, the shock and anger on the pavilion master's face became more intense, and he felt the danger of death.

He desperately mobilized the remaining power of law, desperately trying to break the space blockade in front of him.

However, the number of laws cast by Ye Chen in gray was too large.

Although each force alone cannot pose a threat, together they are enough to delay time.

However, Ye Chen's colorful sword light has descended from the mountain like a tiger, approaching the pavilion master.

The power of law contained in the sword light is like a violent wind and rain, unstoppable.

The Pavilion Master was very anxious at the moment. No matter how hard he tried, the blockade in front of him was always as solid as a rock and difficult to break.

Time passed by, and his situation became more and more dangerous.

A trace of despair flashed in his eyes, and he knew that he could no longer resist this sword.

Under the guidance of Ye Chen's majestic spiritual energy, the colorful sword light was like a bright star, tearing apart the night and releasing destructive power.

The remaining black threads, under the sharpness of the sword, were like cut spider threads, breaking one after another.

When the gorgeous sword light finally split the last thread and struck the pavilion master heavily, the whole space seemed to be shaking, and there was a deafening roar.

At the center of the explosion, the pavilion master's body was instantly swallowed by the colorful sword light, and his clothes and long hair were reduced to ashes at this moment.

The pavilion master's eyes were full of fear and despair, like a traveler trapped in the abyss of despair, seeing the ruthless end of fate.

The surrounding air seemed to be ignited by invisible fire at this moment, the temperature soared, and the burning breath filled every inch of space.

The shock wave released by the sudden explosion raged around like a violent storm. Wherever it went, the stone walls instantly cracked and smoke billowed, filling the entire space.

When everything fell silent, the space where the Pavilion Master once stood had collapsed and turned into nothingness.

It seems that even time has stopped in this void, with only dust falling slowly, telling the story of past glory and demise.

There, the former master of the dark pavilion now only left a solitary space ring.

It lies quietly between the broken stone walls, as if telling the story of its past glory and current desolation.

Ye Chen and Ye Chen in gray clothes both sat paralyzed on the ground, their limbs seemed to have lost all strength, and they could only breathe heavily, trying to calm down the turmoil in their bodies.

The smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air, intertwined with the smell of dust and sweat, forming a unique battlefield atmosphere.

Their faces were covered with dust, and sweat flowed down like a waterfall, soaking their clothes.

Although their bodies were exhausted, their eyes shone with determination and victory.

They know that they have come a long way and overcome countless difficulties.

The fatigue at this moment was just the price of victory. They looked at each other and smiled, their hearts filled with expectations and confidence for the future.

Ye and Chen quickly took out a leaf from their arms to help him quickly recover his spiritual energy.

Xie Yanran and others cheered happily when they saw Ye Chen's victory, and the worries on their faces disappeared.

In the depths of the dark pavilion, the members witnessed the disappearance of the pavilion master's life. Their inner emotions were like a surging tide, complicated and unspeakable.

However, in this torrent of emotions, the waves of joy stand out.

Because they finally broke free from the invisible chains of the Pavilion Master and regained the long-lost freedom.

This freedom is like the long-lost sunshine, shining on their hearts that have been shrouded in gloom for a long time, making them feel unprecedented relaxation and relief.

Suddenly, a majestic and old voice sounded in the chaotic space, like thunder exploding.

"The Pavilion Master is dead. Now listen to my order. The two of them are now exhausted of spiritual energy and have no strength to fight anymore. Everyone takes action and kill them!"

The owner of the voice was an old man with white beard and hair. His eyes flashed with cruelty and cunning, like an old fox that had been dormant for a long time.

Following his order, a dozen people behind the old man responded immediately.

The fierce light in their eyes was like the brightest star in the night sky, and the weapons in their hands shone with cold light as they rushed towards Ye Chen and Ye Chen in gray clothes.