Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

When the ghost appeared, the crowd watching from a distance suddenly showed a look of horror, and couldn't help but look at the ghost a few more times.

At the same time, they were also weighing in their hearts whether they could survive and escape from the ghost if they faced it.

Among the onlookers, only five or six people had normal faces and did not show any fear. These people were all late Jindan cultivators without exception, but even these people had a trace of solemnity in their eyes.

However, the foundation-building cultivators who were watching were so scared that their faces turned pale at this time, and they hurriedly retreated a distance again.

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As for the old man surnamed Di who faced the ghost, he just snorted coldly, without any fear at all.

He made a hand gesture and silently recited a few obscure spells. At this moment, the flying sword that had been inseparable from him rushed out of the scabbard with a "clang" sound, and then rushed towards the ghost with a flash of silver light. Wherever it passed, there were bursts of sword sounds, as if even the air was cut with a white mark. The speed was quite fast.

In just a blink of an eye, the flying sword, the life magic weapon of the old man surnamed Di, came close.

But the ghost seemed to have no fear. After roaring at the flying sword, he swung his arm suddenly, and his sharp purple-black nails immediately hit the flying sword.

There was a loud "bang", as if steel collided, and at the same time, sparks flew everywhere where they collided, and the flying sword was instantly bounced several feet away.

The ghost was even more miserable. It was actually knocked out. It didn't stabilize until it was dozens of feet away. At the same time, it was obvious that dark green blood was flowing out of its right palm. Even one of its nails that was more than an inch long disappeared.

Just one blow, the difference between the two was immediately clear!

However, even though the ghost was injured, it seemed to be unaware of pain and fear. It actually aroused its ferocity and roared again towards the old man surnamed Di.

When the old man surnamed Xue saw this scene, his face became even uglier, but in his eyes, a trace of fear could be clearly seen.

But he didn't mean to stand by and watch. He waved the black flag in his hand again, and suddenly a flood of ghosts rushed out, also rushing towards the old man surnamed Di.

For a while, the whole area was filled with the sound of ghosts howling, as if they had come to the netherworld ghost domain, but the strength of these ghosts was mostly equivalent to that of Qi Refining cultivators, and only a few ghosts reached the strength of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

But even so, this scene was quite horrifying. If surrounded by these ghosts, even a cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core would probably die here.

At the same time, the old man surnamed Xue was not idle either. He opened his mouth wide, and a black magic weapon like a harpoon flew out. It grew in the wind and suddenly became a foot long. It instantly attacked the old man surnamed Di, and actually arrived before the ghost with a single horn on its head.

But the old man surnamed Di didn't care about it at all. Obviously, he didn't take the old man surnamed Xue's attacks seriously. After all, he was a sword cultivator and a famous figure overseas. His strength was much stronger than that of the old man Xiahou.

He saw his hands start to flip quickly, and the flying sword above his head trembled suddenly, and then it split into two, two into four, and four into eight. In the blink of an eye, thousands of sword shadows were split, and then they attacked forward like a line of fish and geese.

Soon, a series of loud "booming" noises were heard throughout the area, and the ghosts that covered the sky and the earth were instantly blocked, and even the huge ghost and the harpoon magic weapon were not spared.

Then, bursts of wailing were heard, and those low-level ghosts were quickly penetrated by the flying swords, and more than half of them were killed in a blink of an eye, and the remaining ones seemed to be seriously injured, and the strong yin energy on their bodies also dissipated a lot.

After seeing this scene, the old man surnamed Xue had no expression on his face, as if he didn't feel sorry at all, and then he controlled these ghosts and the harpoon magic weapon to attack again.

Seeing this, the old man surnamed Di also said nothing, and once again used his tyrannical means to attack the old man surnamed Xue.

The two soon entangled together. Although the old man surnamed Xue was obviously no match for Di Jinghong, it was impossible for him to be defeated for a while.

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At the same time, other battlefields were also fighting hard, but the Wanjian Sect had a large number of people, and soon defeated the Xuanyin Sect, and even two people were slightly injured.

And most of the Xuanyin Sect disciples below were already dead.

If it continues like this, I am afraid that as the man surnamed Guo said, the Xuanyin Sect will not be able to hold on for an incense stick of time.

As for the cultivators hiding in the distance, they just watched coldly and had no intention of helping either side. For them, it would be best for the two sects to perish together, so that they could find more treasures in the ruins.

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As time passed, half an incense stick of time passed in a flash. At this moment, the low-level disciples of the Xuanyin Sect were almost wiped out, and even several Jindan-stage cultivators were seriously injured.

During this period, the Xuanyin Sect had been trying to delay time as much as possible, while fighting and retreating, and now they had gathered together.

And their eyes would look into the distance from time to time, obviously expecting the arrival of reinforcements.

It’s a pity that although some people came during this period, they did not receive the reinforcements they were waiting for.

After a while, a scream suddenly came. It was seen that among the group of people from Xuanyin Sect, an old man in the early stage of Jindan finally failed to defend against his opponent and was beheaded by the flying sword.

Even if someone nearby helped, he still couldn't save his life.

It's not that they didn't want to escape. In fact, the old man surnamed Xue had issued an order to escape a long time ago. It's just that the attack of the Wanjian Sect was too fierce, so they had no time to split up and could only fight and retreat together.

Doing so was also a helpless move. If they were to flee separately, they would probably be defeated one by one by the Wanjian Sect, because everyone knew that the sword cultivators' sword-controlling skills were amazing. In terms of flying speed, few cultivators of the same level could beat them.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the old man surnamed Xue's eyes darkened, and he suddenly sent a message to the people around him:

"My fellow brothers and sisters, if we continue like this, we will probably all die here, so I think we should scatter and escape. As for who can survive in the end, it all depends on our own abilities!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the people around him also dimmed, and some of them even showed despair in their eyes. I think these people also know that they can't escape with their own escape skills.