Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

At this moment, a strange thing was happening in the distance. For some reason, the thousands of monks started to fight each other. The roars and the collision of magic weapons could be heard from afar.

A small number of them had bloodshot eyes, as if they had a deep hatred with their teammates. They were extremely ruthless and deadly.

Those monks with normal eyes were a little confused at first. They kept shouting and cursing, trying to wake up their teammates. Some people were even caught off guard and were attacked to death by the red-eyed monks who rushed over.

Until then, those who were conscious finally figured out something, stopped holding back, and started to fight back immediately.

In the crowd, there was a white shadow shuttling back and forth, emitting pink smoke wherever it passed. As long as someone was infected with the mist, their eyes would immediately turn bloodshot, as if they had gone crazy, and they would start to attack the people around them.

For a while, the sky and the ground were in chaos, screams were heard from time to time, and corpses fell down like dumplings.

In just a short while, hundreds of people died.

This scene shocked the black-faced man, and even Xuan Chengzi and the old man with a goatee were stunned.

"Damn it, this demon cultivator actually knows this kind of evil magic!"

The black-faced man was so angry that his face turned blue, and he cursed with gritted teeth. He wanted to go over and kill the demon cultivator, but the person opposite was staring at him covetously, so he couldn't distract himself at all.

"Hehe, I advise you not to be distracted."

Wu Fan saw the other party stop, and couldn't help laughing, and simply took the initiative to fly over.

The black-faced man didn't dare to neglect it, and immediately retracted his gaze and raised his axe to chop. Now that he has the giant power talisman, his strength is 30% higher than before, and he has confidence for a while.

However, what he didn't expect was that after a loud bang, he actually retreated more than ten feet, which was worse than before.

"You, you didn't use your full strength just now?"

After the black-faced man stabilized his body, his eyes widened and he shouted in disbelief. At this moment, he felt his arms numb and almost couldn't hold the axe.

"Who said I used my full strength just now?"

Wu Fan raised the corner of his mouth, swung the stick in his hand playfully, and said with a smile.

"This is impossible, this is impossible...!"

The black-faced man didn't seem to see Wu Fan's ridicule. His eyes were a little dull, as if he was stimulated, and he shook his head and muttered repeatedly.

"Hehe, let's continue!"

Wu Fan glanced at the other party, laughed strangely, and raised the stick again.

"Today I must kill you!"

The black-faced man's eyes were red, he shouted wildly, and rushed over in a flash.

So, the two of them entangled in an instant.

For a while, bursts of loud noises came out, and the two figures flickered in the air. Every time they were shaken apart, they would immediately bully and rush forward, as if they were tireless.

Just like this, half a cup of tea passed.

The scene here naturally attracted the attention of others.

Xuan Chengzi and the old man with goat beard all looked sideways and were secretly shocked.

Of course, Xuan Chengzi was extremely happy while admiring Wu Fan.

But looking at the old man with goat beard, his face was gloomy, and his eyes kept shaking. I don’t know what he was thinking.

As for the battlefield in the distance, after such a long time, no less than a thousand people have died, and even four Jindan-stage cultivators have died.

I don’t know if Ling’er did it on purpose. She didn’t control everyone, but looked at the battlefield very mischievously, and laughed from time to time.

However, at this moment, there was a scream.

Looking carefully, the black-faced man stood in the air with nothing in his hands, his cheeks flushed, his forehead covered with sweat, his body trembling slightly, but blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and as for the axe, it had already broken and flew out.

Wu Fan, on the other hand, looked at the other person quietly with a faint smile on his face.

"What, you can't hold on? If so, then go and die."

Wu Fan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, but when he said the last word, his voice became grim, so he didn't give the other person a chance to breathe, and raised his stick to hit him.

"Wu Fan, I'll remember this grudge, and sooner or later I will find you."

The black-faced man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and after a resentful shout, he turned into a long rainbow and flew away.

He actually chose to run away. This scene not only surprised Wu Fan, but also Xuanchengzi in the distance, and many cultivators who were still awake, were a little caught off guard.

As for the old man with a goat beard, he was even more frightened. How dare he stay here for a long time? He also fled away in a flash.

"Hmph! When did I say I'd let you go? You'll definitely die today."

Wu Fan snorted coldly, and a pair of green wings appeared in an instant with a thunderclap behind him. With a sudden swing of his wings, he turned into an arc and disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was not far from the black-faced man. Then he shook his body, and a large piece of golden light instantly emerged from his body, covering the man.

The black-faced man in flight thought that even if he couldn't beat the opponent, he could still escape. However, when the golden light just came behind him, his flying speed suddenly slowed down, as if a mountain was pressing on his body. He had to try his best to stabilize his body, but his speed was slowed down by more than 30%.

The big man was really anxious at this moment. The fear he had never experienced in hundreds of years surged in his heart. He never thought that the other party had such a terrifying magical power. He did not dare to neglect anything. He stretched out his hand and the axe in the distance immediately flew towards him. He knew that it was no longer realistic to escape now. He could only stop the other party first and then find another way.

"Go to hell!"

However, at this moment, Wu Fan rushed to the front in a flash, so he used all his strength to operate the Heavenly Demon Hegemony Body Art, raised his stick and smashed it head-on.

At this moment, the big man also caught the axe, and then swung his arm suddenly, gritted his teeth and chopped it fiercely behind him.

A deafening sound was accompanied by a scream. At this time, looking at the big man again, he found that he had lost an arm, blood spurted out, and the axe disappeared.

It is not difficult to see that Wu Fan used all his strength in this attack just now, and even the opponent's arm was smashed off.

"Wu Daoyou, can you spare my life? There is no hatred between you and me."

The black-faced man was grimacing in pain, but his eyes were filled with fear. He covered the wound on his right arm and begged for mercy loudly.

"It's not a bad idea to spare your life, but...! Hey...! What's behind you!"

Wu Fan, who was about to raise his stick, slowly put it down and said after a pause. But before he finished speaking, he seemed to have discovered something surprising and pointed to the back.

The black-faced man felt relieved when he saw that the other party had room for negotiation, but after hearing the words, he turned his head subconsciously.

However, he had just turned his head and suddenly found that there was a golden long sword in front of him that was constantly enlarging in front of him. The next moment, he only had time to hear a "puff" sound, and then he completely lost consciousness and lost consciousness.