Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

"Hey...! What kind of talisman is this? No, why does this dragon soul look like the evil dragon clan in the outer sea? Could it be, could it be!!"

When Duan Zifeng saw this scene from a distance, he couldn't help but show doubt in his eyes, but soon, he seemed to think of something, and his face suddenly showed shock, and he couldn't help muttering to himself.

However, after seeing the power of this dragon, Duan Zifeng didn't dare to be too negligent. He immediately retreated to the back, and at the same time, his arms were waving repeatedly, and a large number of sword beams suddenly emerged, and rushed towards the evil dragon in a row.

The loud sound of "bang bang bang" continued to be heard. Under the continuous attack of many sword beams, even with the strength of the evil dragon, it was successfully blocked.

However, it can be seen from this that Duan Zifeng is worthy of being a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and his strength is not comparable to a talisman at all.

And his attack just now was obviously reserved, after all, he also wanted to catch Wu Fan alive.

Duan Zifeng's face turned cold. In just a moment, he thought of many things, but he didn't want to ask. Instead, he pinched his fingers with one hand, and the nine flying swords in the distance immediately flew back and quickly merged together.

Suddenly, a giant sword several feet long appeared, and then under the powerful pressure, it fiercely killed Wu Fan.

By comparison, it was found that the power of this attack was several times stronger than the previous attack.

Obviously, he was really angry. After all, he was a dignified mid-Nascent Soul cultivator. He didn't expect that he couldn't even take down a Golden Core cultivator with one blow.

In the face of this terrifying attack, if Wu Fan didn't have any trump cards, he might really die.

Wu Fan in the distance also deeply felt the horror of the attack, and panic appeared in his eyes, but soon, his eyes flashed fiercely, as if he had made up his mind. He immediately muttered something in his mouth, and at the same time, his hands began to make dazzling seals.

At this moment, the Tiangang Soul-Slaying Sword above suddenly released a strong light, and a terrifying pressure instantly pressed down. Then the sword grew in the wind and soon became ten feet long.

After Wu Fan kept pouring spiritual power into the giant sword, the spiritual pressure on the giant sword became stronger and stronger. In just a moment, the spiritual pressure reached a terrifying level, as if the space was shaking.

When this scene appeared, even Duan Zifeng, who was far away, felt a palpitation.

At this time, Wu Fan's face became pale, as if he had used up all his true energy and magic power. He was staggering and seemed to fall down at any time.

"Go!!"

After Wu Fan shouted loudly, the Tiangang Soul-Slaying Sword suddenly turned into a stream of light and hit the giant sword. Along the way, the space seemed to have cracks, and from the breath, this attack was even more terrifying than the opponent's giant sword.

With a deafening bang, as soon as the two came into contact, the giant sword that Duan Zifeng had gathered broke into pieces, and turned into nine flying swords that flew far away.

His face turned pale, and his throat felt sweet, as if something was about to burst out, but he finally forced it back.

"What kind of magical power is this? Can a Jindan-stage cultivator actually perform such an attack? I have never encountered this in nearly a thousand years of cultivation!!"

Duan Zifeng was shocked, and looked at Wu Fan with a very strange look, and couldn't help muttering to himself.

But soon, he showed excitement in his eyes. He was originally a sword cultivator, so he was naturally very interested in such magical powers.

But he didn't know that this "Sky-supporting Sword" was recorded on the stone tablet in the small space. Even if Wu Fan wanted to teach him, he couldn't learn it at all. After all, that piece of text was not a thing in the human world.

Although Wu Fan's attack was very powerful, Duan Zifeng was only slightly injured. This injury was nothing to him, but he did not dare to be careless now, because the giant sword still had some strength left and was attacking him at this moment.

Now the giant sword and the evil dragon were rushing towards him at the same time, even he felt a little pressure, so he could only withdraw and retreat quickly, and use various spells to block them.

However, he had just retreated a distance when his face suddenly became gloomy and he turned his head to look behind him.

At the same time, Wu Fan in the distance seemed to sense something, and a trace of panic appeared in his eyes. Then he threw a pill to restore mana into his mouth without hesitation, and immediately rushed to the back, and his anxious voice came over.

"Ling'er, run, those people are coming."

Ling'er in the distance had already discovered the situation over there, and without Wu Fan's instructions, she immediately threw away Nishang and flew towards her master.

"Fairy Nishang, help me stop that guy first, I'll be here soon. Now that guy has no strength to fight anymore, you don't have to be afraid, we don't have much time left."

At this moment, Duan Zifeng's anxious voice also reached Nishang's ears. At this moment, he was doing his best to resist the evil dragon and the giant sword, and had no time to stop Wu Fan.

"Okay, leave it to me."

Nishang knew that time was running out, so she agreed without hesitation, so she frowned and began to quickly pinch the magic formula, and then an amazing scene appeared, and the seven copper bells in the air trembled and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, around the heads of Wu Fan and Ling'er who were fleeing, the copper bells suddenly appeared, and then a large piece of fog was released from the copper bells, and soon covered the area within a radius of more than ten miles. Without any surprise, Wu Fan and Ling'er were covered.

Miaohuan Palace is mainly for practicing illusions, so this piece of fog is naturally inseparable from it.

As soon as the fog appeared, Wu Fan, who was running away, was distracted and his eyes suddenly turned white. When he regained consciousness, the scene in his eyes had changed. There was no jungle or swamp around him, but now it had turned into a world of ice and snow.

The whole world was covered with snow, and snow-capped peaks stood in the distance. The thick snow under his feet was over his knees, and there was no one around.

Wu Fan's face sank when he saw this. He looked around and didn't find Ling'er, but he knew it was just an illusion.

However, since it was an illusion, he was naturally not afraid of anything. After a sneer, his eyes suddenly lit up with a black light.

Under the gaze of the Sky Demon Eye, the illusion immediately collapsed, and the scene returned to reality again. At this time, Wu Fan found that Ling'er was circling in place not far away, with a look of fear on her face.

Wu Fan's anger surged, and then his figure flashed down, instantly turning into an arc of electricity and shooting away, and soon came to a few hundred feet away.

So he held the Sky-breaking Stick in his hand and smashed it hard into an empty void.

With a loud bang, the space of ice and snow suddenly broke apart and turned into a jungle swamp again.

At this time, a copper bell about ten feet long was flying far away. It was obvious that Wu Fan's stick hit this treasure.

Without the copper bell, the fog nearby also quickly dissipated.

With just one blow, Wu Fan broke the illusion.

Ling'er in the distance returned to reality, and was naturally overjoyed. She hurriedly flew towards Wu Fan.

But at this moment, Nichang was shocked, and there was an indescribable emotion in her eyes when she looked at Wu Fan.