Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"Hmph! Don't be so self-righteous. If you have the guts, just come at me."

Hearing this, Zhong Changshu was furious, and his face looked so ugly that it seemed like water could drip out.

However, although he spoke with great momentum, he was alert in his heart, and even had a hint of fear. It was not until then that he finally knew that the rumors were true, and the other party was indeed much stronger than ordinary cultivators of the same level.

However, what he didn't know was that until now, Wu Fan had only used some small tricks, otherwise, he would have died long ago.

Seeing Wu Fan rushing towards this side again with a sneer, Zhong Changshu didn't dare to neglect anything, and immediately raised the true energy in his body and waved the feather fan in his hand wildly.

The next moment, a large cold current suddenly emerged in the void in front of him, and the icy cold wind swept around wildly. Then, with Zhong Changshu as the center, the visible frost filled the area of ​​​​hundred feet, and large snowflakes appeared out of thin air, forming an ice and snow field in an instant.

This space seemed to be able to freeze everything. One could feel the bone-chilling coldness from a distance. It was no exaggeration to say that even a Jindan-stage cultivator would be frozen into an ice sculpture immediately if he entered it.

It was obvious that Zhong Changshu wanted to use this to stop Wu Fan.

But Wu Fan sneered at this, and rushed in without any defense in the surprised eyes of everyone.

However, everyone was surprised to see that Wu Fan was not restricted in his movements as they thought, nor was he directly frozen into an ice cube. Instead, a layer of purple flames rose from his body at some point, and his flying figure was not hindered at all. Once the surrounding frost and snowflakes touched the purple flames, they would immediately disappear.

This scene not only surprised Zhong Changshu, but even Gong Hubo below frowned.

"Hehe, it seems that this Xuanshuang Gong is just so-so!"

In the field of biting cold wind, Wu Fan looked at Zhong Changshu in front of him and laughed strangely, with a look of contempt on his face. At this moment, he was no longer prepared to play with the other party. As soon as the voice fell, he suddenly turned into a residual shadow and flew forward at a high speed. The speed was more than doubled than before. In a few flashes, he was not far from Zhong Changshu.

However, what was surprising was that Zhong Changshu did not dodge after seeing this, but stood there calmly, and a strange smile could be clearly seen in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Wu Fan frowned, and his heart suddenly became alert, and he stopped immediately, but when he looked around, he unexpectedly did not find anything suspicious.

This made him a little confused, but he knew in his heart that since the other party would do such a thing, it was obvious that he had prepared something.

So he did not hesitate and immediately used the Heavenly Demon Eye to check the surroundings. This time he finally gained something, and his face became ugly.

Because he saw a cold dagger looming in the snow behind him, and it was difficult to find its whereabouts without careful observation. Wu Fan could not fail to see that the other party had insidiously used a sneak attack.

"Humph!"

Wu Fan snorted coldly and continued to fly forward quickly as if he didn't know.

At this time, the joy in Zhong Changshu's eyes became bigger and bigger, until the dagger came behind Wu Fan secretly, he even laughed without concealing it, as if he had seen Wu Fan being frozen after being seriously injured.

But the next moment he couldn't laugh anymore, and even his expression froze on his face, because Wu Fan smiled at him strangely, and suddenly swung the Sky-breaking Stick in his hand, accurately smashing the dagger away.

However, the next moment, Wu Fan was a little surprised. He didn't know what kind of ancient treasure the dagger was. Not only was it extremely concealed, but it was also extremely hard. After being hit by a spiritual treasure like the Sky-breaking Stick, it was still intact.

But at this time, Wu Fan had no time to pay attention to these things. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Zhong Changshu fiercely. Then, a blue light flashed behind him, and a pair of wings suddenly emerged. Then, he waved his wings vigorously, and the man instantly turned into a residual shadow and disappeared.

"This, how is this possible? How did this kid find out?"

Zhong Changshu saw that he failed to hit the target with one blow, and his eyes immediately showed disbelief. He couldn't help muttering to himself. After all, this was his real backhand. You know, he killed countless enemies with this trick.

However, when he saw Wu Fan disappear, he suddenly became nervous. He didn't dare to delay anything. He retreated to the back at a very fast speed, and at the same time, the blue light flashed in his eyes, and he looked around.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Changshu also practiced the secret technique of spiritual eyes, and soon found Wu Fan's figure, so he hurriedly changed the direction of his flight, and then opened his mouth wide, and saw a long ice spear suddenly blurt out of his mouth, and went straight to the empty place in front of him.

With a loud bang, the ice spear flew out like a dagger, but at the same time, Wu Fan's figure was revealed.

However, surprisingly, Wu Fan was not angry, but sneered, and stood there motionless.

This scene made the fleeing Zhong Changshu a little puzzled, but before he could react, he felt a chill on his left shoulder, followed by an unbearable pain in his heart. The next moment, he screamed uncontrollably and looked at his shoulder in a hurry.

It didn't matter if he saw it, Zhong Changshu was immediately horrified, because he saw that the left arm there was missing, and the wound was very flat, as if it was cut off by some sharp weapon.

"What's going on?"

Zhong Changshu's face turned pale, and after whispering in disbelief, he hurriedly lowered his head and looked down, but soon he found that the left arm was falling rapidly into the air.

At this moment, he could not care so much. Although he was extremely scared, he reached out his right hand to the air below while retreating backwards, and the fallen arm was immediately pulled up.

However, at this moment, Gong Hubo's anxious shout suddenly came from the air below.

"Junior brother, be careful. I hope that Brother Wu will show mercy. My junior brother admits defeat."

When Zhong Changshu first heard this, he was a little confused. However, just as he was anxious to check around, he suddenly felt a chill on his right shoulder. This time he was really panicked because he had a bad guess, so he hurriedly looked at his right shoulder. In the end, as expected, his right arm was also missing.

Soon, he screamed in pain, and hurriedly checked around vigilantly, and took out an ancient treasure in the shape of a shield to block in front of him.

At the same time, Gong Hubo below was rushing up to the sky at a high speed, his face full of anxiety and anger, because he had seen clearly before that a golden flying sword appeared in the sky at some point, and that flying sword was extremely strange, as if it could teleport, and every time it flashed out, it would cut off one of his junior brother's arms.

He naturally knew that it was Wu Fan who did it, so he shouted for mercy. But he didn't expect that the other party would not hear what he said and still do his own thing, how could he not be angry.

But he didn't dare to delay anything at this moment, and immediately flew up to rescue, because he was really afraid that his junior brother's life was in danger.