Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"What…!"

Shi Wankui was shocked when he saw this. He looked at the flying seal with disbelief in his eyes. He knew better than anyone how heavy and strong his seal was. He didn't expect that the other party blocked it with just one move. When he came down, his treasure was destroyed instead.

The shock in his heart was indescribable, but he had no time to get angry. He hurriedly made a seal with both hands and controlled the seal to stop. Then with a thought, the seal flew towards Wu Fan again.

But it wasn't over yet. Then he flipped his palm, took out a net bag-like thing, and threw it out without hesitation.

I saw a flash of black light in the net bag, and instantly turned into a huge black net, with demonic energy rolling over it, directly covering Wu Fan.

He knew that the seal could not stop Wu Fan, and he did not dare to step forward. In order to stop the opponent, he had to think of another way.

At this time, Wu Fan was really angry. After giving Shi Wankui a serious look, he quickly glanced back and found that Xing Gusheng was not far away. He did not dare to delay, and controlled the sky-breaking stick to hit the seal again. go.

At the same time, he opened his mouth wide, and the Tiangang Spirit-Slaying Sword suddenly flew out, and with the sound of "crackling" arcs, it slashed towards the big net in a flash.

As soon as the two objects came into contact, the big net "stabbed" and opened a small opening. However, the Spirit-Zlaying Sword was also unable to rush out. It was blocked by the folding and gathering force of the big net, and the small opening was also blocked. Covered by another part of the web.

Wu Fan took a deep breath when he saw this, his face was extremely ugly, but he would not sit back and wait for death. He raised his true energy and sent it towards the Soul-Slaying Sword crazily.

The next moment, golden light emitted from the Spirit-Slaying Sword, and its size surged to more than ten feet, as it slashed hard at the big net.

Although this blow was not the magical power of Qingtian's sword, it was terrifyingly powerful. After all, the Spirit-Zlaying Sword was no longer what it used to be, and it immediately left a three-foot-long hole in the big net.

But the Spirit-Zlaying Sword did not give up, and struck again and again. Finally, after three times, with a wailing sound, the big net broke into pieces.

"Why, how could this happen? This is a low-level ancient spiritual weapon!"

Shi Wankui stared at the giant sword in a daze, his face turned pale with fright, he dared not stop for anything, put away most of the remaining seal, and hurriedly fled away.

At the same time, his loud shout also followed.

"Fellow Daoist Xing, I can only help you so much, and I'll leave the rest to you."

"Don't worry, this kid can't escape!"

After being delayed by the big net, Xing Gusheng still took the opportunity to catch up with Wu Fan and said with a sneer.

From a high position, Xing Gusheng looked at Wu Fan and did not take action immediately, as if he was sizing him up with interest.

This person had seen the scene where Mrs. Qi was killed by Wu Fan. To be honest, he was also surprised.

But after all, the other party was only a mid-term monk, so he didn't take it seriously yet.

"I have to say that you are very strong, but if you meet me today, you will be unlucky."

Xing Gusheng looked relaxed, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled mockingly.

"Really! Haha, but I don't think so!"

Wu Fan glared at Shi Wankui's back fiercely, then turned around and looked at Xing Gusheng. There was no sign of nervousness on his face, but he chuckled lightly.

At the same time, he pulled back and made a move, and the Sky-breaking Staff flew towards him very quickly, turned into a size of about ten feet, and was held in his hand.

At this time, the Tiangang Spirit-Slaying Sword also turned into a size of three feet and hovered above the head.

Since he couldn't escape, he could only fight. He really wanted to know if he could deal with this great monk.

Although he had previously guessed that he could defeat such new advanced people, he had never actually fought. Whether it was what he had guessed, he could not say yet.

"What, you think you can escape from me?"

Xing Gusheng had his hands behind his back and looked like a senior, extremely domineering person.

But it's no wonder that this person has just advanced to the late stage, and his vanity in the face of weakness has not faded.

"Who knows, let's give it a try!"

Wu Fan rolled his eyes and said casually.

"Haha, okay, you are really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. In that case, then I will let you see what the real strength of late-stage monks is. You will soon know how insignificant you are."

Hearing this, Xing Gusheng smiled casually, glanced at Wu Fan sarcastically, stopped talking nonsense, and reached out to grab the void. A big black hand suddenly appeared, whistling downwards and slapping the sky. Along the way, strong winds passed by. .

This person actually didn't even take out his magic weapon.

"Noisy!"

Wu Fan had an impatient look on his face and stared at this person coldly. He slowly rose into the air. With a thought, the Tiangang Spirit-Slashing Sword above his head shot out in an instant. When it faced the wind, it swelled into a ten-foot-tall giant, fiercely. Cut to the big black hand.

"Don't overestimate your capabilities!"

Xing Gusheng curled his lips when he saw this, and bent his fingers as if to grasp. At the same time, the big black hand below also followed his heart and picked up the Spirit-Slaying Sword that rushed up, grabbed it in his hand and gave it a strong squeeze.

However, the next scene made him stunned for a moment. He originally thought that the sword would lose its spirituality and be seriously damaged, but unexpectedly, the sword was actually extremely strong, without any damage at all, and instead it was powerful. Struggled violently.

Although the black blockade was not broken immediately, it was obvious that it would not be controlled for long.

"This sword is good, I want it!"

Xing Gusheng's eyes lit up and he nodded with satisfaction. Then his true energy stirred up, and his big black hand became thicker and its power increased a lot.

But the next moment, in his stunned expression, the giant sword suddenly arced, and with a "crackling" sound, it instantly tore the big hand apart, quickly broke out of the blockade, and even flashed with light, and actually rushed towards him.

"What, your magic weapon is made of various materials?"

Xing Gusheng was shocked, no longer looking down on him as before. While he was talking, he did not stop his hand movements, and swung his sleeves, and the sound of fine iron colliding came out.

What he saw was a black chain surrounded by demonic energy, which shot out, like a long black python, and instantly collided with the Soul-Slaying Sword.

With a loud "bang", Xing Gusheng was even more shocked. As soon as the two magic weapons came into contact, his iron chain was defeated and was knocked back. It was obvious that a white gap appeared on the iron chain. Although it was not broken, it was obviously damaged.

But the giant sword only trembled slightly, and then shot out again.

"You don't need to ask any more questions, you can't take my magic weapon away!"

Wu Fan smiled coldly, and a thunderbolt sounded behind him. A pair of lightning wings instantly emerged, and the wings suddenly waved down, and the man disappeared.

"How could this be? My life-saving magic weapon is actually not as good as yours! This...!"

Xing Gusheng stared at the Soul-Slaying Sword in a daze, muttering something, obviously a little bit unbelievable.

But at this time, he did not dare to neglect it. He knew that the other party was indeed not easy to mess with. He immediately raised his spirits, stretched out his hand and waved it down, and the chain hit the Soul-Slaying Sword again.