Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"Hehe, you can't say that, Mr. Zhou. For me, these are two different things. It's true that you did a task for my sect, but I also gave you the promised reward. As for now, I'm doing the same thing as you did, just doing a task for Xingji Palace."

After hearing this, Duan Zifeng couldn't help but laugh strangely, with an expression that it should be so. At this time, he had come closer with Nishang.

"Shameless, your Wanjian Sect is unworthy of being a famous and upright sect. In my opinion, you are not as open as those evil cultivators."

After hearing this, Wu Fan's face sank, disgust appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but snorted.

"Duan Xiaoren, if my master and I can survive today, we will definitely trample your Wanjian Sect with swords one day in the future. When that time comes, you will regret the mistakes you made today."

At this time, Ling'er looked at the other party with a hateful expression, and there was more threat in her words.

"Stop talking nonsense, kid. Considering that you have helped our sect in the past, I advise you to surrender. Otherwise, you will suffer a lot next time."

Hearing the two's ruthless words, Duan Zifeng's face finally turned ugly. You know, since he entered the Nascent Soul stage, no junior has ever dared to talk to him like this.

"If you want to fight, then fight. I don't want to say any more nonsense to me."

Wu Fan didn't say anything nonsense. After a flash of cold light in his eyes, the Tiangang Soul-Slaying Sword broke out of his body and turned into a stream of light circling above his head. His palm had already grasped the Sky-Smashing Stick, as if he was ready to fight the opponent.

At this time, Ling'er also raised her hands with sharp eyes, and the spiritual light around her body flickered.

"Hmph! You overestimate your own abilities. Fairy Nishang, please delay the fox for a while. I'll be there in a moment."

Seeing Wu Fan's expression, Duan Zifeng's eyes flashed with contempt. He couldn't help but snorted coldly, then turned his head and looked at Fairy Nishang and said.

"Haha...! Brother Duan, don't worry. I'll leave the fox to you."

Fairy Nishang has been looking at Wu Fan up and down since she came here, with an interested look. After hearing this, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggled. Then she turned her palm down, and something like a bracelet appeared in her hand.

This thing is exquisite, with colorful rays of light flickering on it. It is composed of seven small copper bells. It looks like a magic weapon that attacks the enemy with sound waves.

This woman didn't say anything nonsense. After she finished speaking, she flashed and immediately rushed to Ling'er in the distance. At the same time, she threw the bracelet in her hand, and in a blink of an eye it turned into seven large copper bells about ten feet long and dispersed, as if to surround Ling'er.

At the same time, a series of disturbing bell sounds rang out, making people feel drowsy when they heard it.

Faced with the sudden attack from the opponent, Ling'er was unmoved. After a fierce look flashed in her eyes, she waved her arms repeatedly, and suddenly shot out crescent-shaped sharp rays.

As for the disturbing bell sound, Ling'er didn't care at all. As soon as the snow-white hair tail behind her swung down, a large piece of pink mist spread out and instantly wrapped herself and Wu Fan beside her.

This pink mist also has the ability to psychedelic the mind when dealing with the enemy, but for oneself, it has the effect of refreshing the mind and not being invaded by illusions or sound barriers.

Therefore, the bell sound has no effect on Ling'er at all.

After seeing this scene in the distance, Nishang couldn't help showing a look of surprise on her face, but facing the sharp attack, she didn't dare to be careless at all. She hurriedly threw out a small silver shield to block in front of her, and at the same time, when she threw her arm down, a delicate small sword flew out.

Soon, Ling'er and Nishang were entangled together, and there were bursts of loud noises.

At the same time, Duan Zifeng had also made a move. He stood upright in the air with one hand behind his back, looking like a gentleman, but his move was extremely ruthless. After a quick pinch of the other hand, the giant sword under his feet flew out and quickly disintegrated into nine three-foot small swords.

Then these small swords immediately dispersed, like meteors, attacking Wu Fan from all angles.

Facing these flying swords, Wu Fan's face became suspicious, because he knew the power of this set of Nine Sons Concentric Sword.

Without thinking too much, now that it has come to this, he naturally cannot sit and wait for death. He saw him pointing his hand upwards, and quickly reciting the magic formula in his mouth. At the same time, the Tiangang Soul-Slaying Sword above his head trembled, and then immediately one turned into two, two turned into four, and immediately turned into hundreds of sky-high sword beams.

It was the magical power of the Thousand Swords Art.

As soon as the sword beams took shape, they immediately split into several strands and attacked the nine flying swords, like a line of geese, which was extremely shocking to the eyes.

But it must be said that Duan Zifeng is worthy of being a famous sword cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation. As soon as the many flying swords intertwined, Wu Fan's sword beams immediately showed a state of weakness, and with a series of loud noises, they immediately shattered and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the Tiangang Soul-Slaying Sword alone to be knocked out.

However, being blocked in this way, the opponent's nine flying swords could not help but pause and did not strike down.

Taking advantage of this time, Wu Fan's eyes flashed fiercely, and he took out a talisman with great care and threw it out without hesitation.

This talisman was shining with spiritual light, and the demonic energy was soaring into the sky. As soon as it appeared, it immediately trembled and soon exploded in the strong spiritual pressure.

Then an incredible scene appeared. In the midst of the majestic demonic aura, a giant evil dragon ten feet long suddenly emerged.

This dragon looked lifelike, like a living creature. It was so majestic when it shook its head and tail. The aura it exuded made everyone present stunned.

It was the "Beast Spirit Talisman" that Wu Fan had spent a lot of effort to refine.

So with a roar of dragon, the evil dragon immediately circled around Wu Fan and protected him tightly.

When the nine flying swords approached, the giant dragon seemed to be very spiritual. It swung its giant tail suddenly and swept away many flying swords. It was easily blocked.

Although Long Yan was only level seven at the beginning, the talisman refined from his dragon skin essence and dragon soul seemed to be more powerful than his body.

This situation naturally occurred because the Tianlei Sect's talisman-making method was extremely magical. It could actually use magical runes to stimulate the dragon's whole body cultivation and soul power several times. In addition, when refining this talisman, Wu Fan poured a lot of spiritual power into it, so it was extremely powerful.

The price of making this talisman powerful is that this talisman can only be used a few times before the energy is exhausted and finally broken and unusable.

But for the user, it is extremely worthwhile. After all, humans only care about power, and naturally don't care about other things.

As soon as the giant dragon swung away the nine flying swords, it immediately flew towards Duan Zifeng with a loud dragon roar, shaking its head and tail.