Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

When the man surnamed Fan felt the huge gravity coming from his body, a look of horror appeared on his face. With fear in his heart, he quickly raised his head and looked forward.

But the scene he saw made him feel nervous, because the place where Wu Fan was standing just now was now empty.

This discovery instantly made him feel cold from head to foot, and he quickly wanted to move away.

But now it was too late to escape. Before he completely lost consciousness, he only heard the sound of wind. Then, his vision went dark and he didn't know anything.

At this moment, Wu Fan was standing behind this man, slowly retracting his fist with an indifferent expression. At this time, the man named Fan had turned into a headless corpse.

It didn't take long from the time Wu Fan took action until now, but he had already killed two people in a row. Moreover, he was always distracted and was controlling the Burning Sword and the Vajra Ring with his spiritual consciousness. Fight against the old man named Du.

At the same time, the old man surnamed Du was in danger. Even if Wu Fan didn't go to find him, he would probably die soon.

Because the power of the diamond ring was so powerful, every time he launched an attack, he would use all his strength to block it.

But even so, the old man was a little tired of coping. At this moment, he no longer wanted to fight. However, the two ancient treasures did not give him a chance to escape. Therefore, he could only be beaten passively. At the same time, he was extremely desperate inside.

Especially when he found out that the other two people were dead, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He had even foreseen that he would soon follow in those two people's footsteps.

As for the other battlefield, the old man surnamed Wei was not much better at the moment. Ling'er's strength was not comparable to his. At this time, he had multiple injuries on his body, and blood was constantly flowing out from the wounds.

But Ling'er was like a cat chasing a mouse, constantly flickering around him, like a ghost, leaving a wound on the old man's body every time he appeared.

However, the old man surnamed Wei really had nothing to do with it, because Ling'er's speed was so fast that he couldn't dodge it. If he hadn't had several defensive talismans and his own magic weapon for self-defense, he might have turned into a corpse at this moment.

The old man surnamed Wei had witnessed Wu Fan's previous killings. At this moment, his mood was also extremely gloomy, as if the God of Death was calling him, and his despair was palpable.

At this moment, he even regretted very much, regretting that he should not have gone after that person. Now that he had not gained any benefits, he had encountered such an evil god, and he had not even had a chance to escape.

Even he finds it funny now. Before, several people were still laughing at each other for not overestimating their own capabilities, but now they were killed by the other party without any resistance. How can I put it, this is really in line with the saying that extreme joy leads to sorrow.

However, he had no choice but to fight to the death, hoping to find a chance to escape.

Wu Fan glanced at the two battlefields in the distance, and couldn't help but smile on his face, so he flashed and flew straight towards the old man named Du.

Soon, without taking a few breaths, a scream was heard, and this person followed in the footsteps of the other two.

Seeing this scene in the distance, Ling'er felt anxious. After giving a sweet shout, the attack became more ferocious. In the end, it only took a few breaths for the old man surnamed Wei to die.

"How's it going, Ling'er? You didn't compete with me this time, did you?"

Wu Fan crossed his arms and looked at Ling'er in the distance with a smile and teased.

"Hmph, if this old man didn't have some good defensive talismans, I would definitely be faster than you, Master!"

Hearing this, Ling'er from afar felt even more anger in his eyes. He felt that he was embarrassed for not being better than his master, so he turned around, raised his paws, and actually cut the old man named Wei into pieces. Looking at this situation, it was obvious that he had been killed. Very angry.

"Haha, if you lose, you lose. You still have to make excuses. Okay, let's go support Brother Dong!"

Wu Fan shook his head and joked. As soon as he finished speaking, he collected the storage bags and magic weapons of several people, and then turned into a rainbow and flew forward quickly.

"Who are you making excuses? If it were me who killed those three people, I would definitely be faster than you!"

Ling'er murmured dissatisfiedly, then quickly chased after him.

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At the same time, over the woods far ahead.

At this moment, Dong Zhuojun and the man named Hu are still fighting.

But looking at the current situation between the two, it is obvious that Dong Zhuojun has the upper hand, while the man named Hu is just passively holding on.

However, their expressions were completely opposite. Although Dong Zhuojun had the upper hand, there was obviously anxiety in his eyes, and he even turned his head to look into the distance from time to time.

But the man surnamed Hu was getting more and more relaxed at this moment, with a sarcastic look on his face.

However, as time passed, after about half a cup of tea, the expressions of the two people changed again.

I saw a strange look in Dong Zhuojun's eyes, and at the same time he was a little puzzled and couldn't figure out what was going on.

But at this moment, the smile on the man named Hu disappeared, and his brows also wrinkled.

However, the two of them didn't say anything, and they were still fighting back and forth.

But at this moment, Dong Zhuojun seemed extremely relaxed, because he had a vague guess.

Just like that, another moment passed!

Until then, the man surnamed Hu had a look of anxiety in his eyes, and he frequently turned his head and looked into the distance.

Because after such a long time, even the monks in the foundation building stage may have arrived.

Dong Zhuojun discovered that Wu Fan had never arrived, and his suspicions became more certain.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, why haven't your accomplices arrived yet? After such a long time, they don't want to care about you anymore, right?"

At this moment, Dong Zhuojun seemed to have sensed something, and couldn't help but glance at the man not far away. Then he hurriedly looked at the man named Hu, gave a weird smile, and asked teasingly.

"Hmph, don't worry. I think they were just delayed because of something else. Besides, your friend didn't come either!"

The man surnamed Hu's face turned dark when he heard this, and he snorted back.

"Haha, it doesn't matter even if my friend doesn't come, I can still deal with you more than enough!"

Dong Zhuojun suddenly laughed out loud when he heard this, looking very happy, as if he was convinced of the other party.

"Humph, what a joke. If I want to leave, how can you catch up with me?"

The man surnamed Hu snorted again and asked with disdain.

"Oh~? So you don't want those treasures anymore? Hehe, if that's the case, you can leave now."

Dong Zhuojun's eyes rolled, and he teased with a strange smile.

"Don't be too happy too soon. When my friends arrive later, I'll see how arrogant you are. As for those treasures, you won't be able to take them away with your life."

Although the man surnamed Hu looked extremely ugly, he had no intention of being frightened away by the other party's words.

Dong Zhuojun shook his head and chuckled upon hearing this, but said nothing.

But at this moment, a man chuckled not far away from the two of them!

"Fellow Taoist, those friends of yours can't come, and you can't leave here today either!"