Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"Hmph! Your Excellency is too happy too early!"

Wu Fan stared at the other party grimly, snorted coldly, and raised the Sky-breaking Stick again to smash.

But this time, the Sky-breaking Stick suddenly thundered loudly, and was covered with dense golden arcs.

He didn't believe that the Tiangang Divine Thunder couldn't smash the demonic Dharma.

Seeing the golden arc, Xing Gusheng was finally moved. He had already experienced the power of this divine thunder before, so he naturally didn't dare to neglect anything.

He hurriedly stepped back a few steps with his eyes swaying, and the Dharma also retreated. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and the six blood-flame long swords that had already flown to the front suddenly turned into dozens of feet in size and fell into the six huge palms of the Dharma.

Until then, Xing Gusheng's eyes flashed fiercely and made a chopping motion.

At the same time, the Sky-breaking Stick also smashed down.

This time, he didn't face the body of the Dharma Image directly, but actually fought against the magic weapon. Even though the Sky-breaking Stick triggered the Heavenly Thunder, it didn't have much effect in the end. After a few loud noises, Wu Fan took a few steps back again.

Of course, the Dharma Image wasn't much better. Several arms were directly shattered, and then Xing Gusheng condensed them again and held the long sword again.

"Hu...!"

Wu Fan let out a long breath, his face turned cold, it seemed that it was impossible to solve the opponent as soon as possible.

It was not difficult to see that the six blood-flame long swords were prepared for the Dharma Image. Obviously, this was a means that Xing Gusheng usually used to deal with the enemy.

But it must be said that the opponent was indeed a great cultivator, and his strength was indeed not comparable to that of ordinary people. Even if he almost used all his means, he only had a slight advantage.

But the next moment, Wu Fan's mind moved, staring at the opponent, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Because after careful observation, he found that every time the Dharma image re-condensed its arm, Xing Gusheng's face would turn pale, as if his true essence was greatly damaged.

Obviously, condensing the Dharma image body is a very costly thing.

This discovery made Wu Fan feel relieved and instantly regained his confidence. He didn't believe that the other party had a treasure like the Wanling Tianru. In this way, he wanted to see how long the other party could resist him.

"Hehe, kid, your divine thunder is just so-so! It seems that you were just being mysterious before."

At this time, Xing Gusheng, who was hiding in the Dharma image, also exhaled secretly. Now he has long lost his arrogance and has regarded Wu Fan as an equal opponent. However, in terms of momentum, he did not want to lose, and could not help but laugh sarcastically.

"Really! Ha...! Then let's wait and see!"

Wu Fan sneered, not wanting to waste time, raised the Sky-breaking Stick and was about to smash it.

However, at this moment, a scream suddenly caught his attention in the distance.

This voice was so familiar that Wu Fan's heart tightened. He turned his head and looked over, his eyes flashing with black light.

At the same time, in the sky above a dense forest dozens of miles away, Gong Yugan was coughing up blood, his face was filled with fear, and his body fell uncontrollably into the air.

However, during the fall, his eyes were always staring at the sky, as if there was something terrifying there, and the fear in his eyes was clearly visible.

Moreover, Gong Yugan's condition was not very good at the moment. Not only did he lose an arm, but there were also several deep cuts on his chest that could be seen to the bone. Blood was gushing out, and it was obvious that he was controlled by the claws!

Wu Fan was extremely worried when he saw this, and he immediately wanted to go to rescue him, but when he moved his eyes to the sky, he immediately stopped thinking in his mind, but his heart suddenly became very anxious.

Because he saw that the person standing in the sky was actually the eighth-level demon cultivator Long Yingfeng.

Facing such a person, Wu Fan had no intention of resisting. Although he was afraid that Gong Yugan would die in the hands of the other party, he had no way to do it. Not to mention that he was not the opponent of the demon cultivator, even if he wanted to help, Xing Gusheng would probably not agree.

For a while, Wu Fan was anxious and sweating. Looking at Gong Yugan's pitiful figure, he felt powerless in his heart, and that feeling was quite uncomfortable.

He was really afraid that this friend would die.

"Why, that kid is your friend? Haha, then you can watch him die!"

Xing Gusheng noticed Wu Fan's expression and immediately guessed the reason. He couldn't help but laugh wildly and took the initiative to kill Wu Fan.

There was no way, Wu Fan could only be forced to fight back, while releasing his consciousness to watch the scene over there, secretly anxious.

...

At this moment, the eighth-level demon cultivator was staring coldly at Gong Yugan below, with a hint of anger on his face!

"Hmph! You are really capable, you can block my attack without dying. But this time you don't have those formation flags. I wonder how you can resist my next attack."

Long Yingfeng snorted coldly. It was a shame for him that a mere early cultivator had to trouble him to attack for the second time.

As soon as the voice fell, the demon's arm casually grabbed downwards, and suddenly, a huge dragon claw emerged and slapped Gong Yugan who was falling.

After a slight feeling, the demonic energy on the claw was extremely strong, which was not comparable to Xing Gusheng's black big hand. Not to mention Gong Yugan, even if Wu Fan faced it, he would probably have to use all his strength to block it, but it would definitely not be easy.

At this moment, Gong Yugan's eyes were filled with despair, and he closed his eyes directly. He knew that he was going to die, and he could even faintly hear his sigh, which was full of unwillingness and loneliness.

However, no one expected that an accident would happen in the next moment.

Just when the claw was about to hit Gong Yugan, an old man's loud shout suddenly came from the void, with a raging anger in his voice, but it was extremely domineering.

"How dare you, a little reptile, hurt my junior brother? Do you think there is no one in my Bagua Sect?"

As soon as the voice fell, a deafening sound suddenly came from the space, and at the same time a wave of air spread out instantly, and trees collapsed and rubble flew along the way.

What I saw was a Bagua pattern phantom that flew from nowhere and smashed the huge claw. Moreover, the power of the Bagua phantom was actually comparable to that of the claw, which was really shocking.

Gong Yugan suddenly opened his eyes after hearing this, with a look of disbelief on his face, and looked up in astonishment.

Not far above him, the space suddenly fluctuated, and then a thin old man with white hair emerged.

This man put his hands behind his back and stared coldly at Long Yingfeng above.

"Master, Senior Brother? How could you...!"

When he saw the person coming, Gong Yugan immediately climbed up from a huge rock, stretched out his only right hand and pointed at the old man, his eyes wide open, looking stunned, and stammering as he wanted to say something.

Yes, the person who came was the idle crane wanderer "Zhou Shentong" who was always considered by Gong Yugan to be the shame of the sect.

But the strange thing was that although the old man was still as sloppy as before, with oil stains all over his black robe, for some reason, his temperament was completely different from before, and even his back was straightened a little, no longer as hunched as before.