Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

However, after a loud noise, the big man was actually shaken and flew more than ten feet away, and even the giant hammer in his hand almost fell off.

This time, the big man was really shocked. Just after he stood firm, he looked at Wu Fan in the distance before the surging blood in his body calmed down.

But the next moment, he found that Wu Fan had a strange smile on his face. When he saw this scene, he secretly said that it was not good, and immediately turned around to look around, but soon, he found that the giant sword had disappeared.

At this time, how could he not know that danger was coming, and subconsciously wanted to stagger, but when his body just rose from the ground, he suddenly heard a loud noise in his ears, and then his back seemed to be hit by a huge mountain. A sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body, making him grin and wail in pain, and his body flew forward involuntarily.

"Eh...! You are a physical cultivator? Heh...! Your defense is not bad. You can actually block Wu's attack."

Wu Fan was stunned for a moment when he saw that the Soul-Severing Sword did not penetrate the other person's body, and then he sneered.

But he was really surprised by this. You know, although his Tiangang Soul-Severing Sword did not collect all the materials, its power now is not comparable to that of ordinary magic weapons. Except for him, a physical cultivator, ordinary physical cultivators of the same level may not be able to easily block this attack, unless the other party's physical body has been cultivated to Wu Fan's current level.

But is this possible? After all, Wu Fan is practicing the Heavenly Demon Hegemony Body Art. How can others have such a superior technique?

Thinking of this, Wu Fan took another careful look at the man's back, and found that where the Soul-Severing Sword shattered his clothes, a piece of silver light flashed, like metal. Although the metal was also broken and there was a little blood stain on it, the skin and flesh below only had a very shallow scar.

Seeing this scene, Wu Fan naturally understood that the other party was not only a physical cultivator, but also wearing a set of defensive armor. No wonder this situation occurred.

But it must be said that this person is worthy of being a Yuanying stage cultivator. His reaction speed is not comparable to that of ordinary people. In fact, his attack was originally aimed at his head, but after the other party dodged in danger, he actually saved his life.

"Asshole! I must kill you today."

The big man stood up with his teeth bared, endured the severe pain and cursed angrily, his face full of anger, and swung the giant hammer and flew towards Wu Fan quickly, as if he was going to smash him into a meat paste.

"Just you! Humph!"

Wu Fan snorted coldly. He didn't have time to argue with the other party now. Now time is limited, and he must fight quickly. So the golden needle-sized sky-breaking stick in his hand suddenly turned into a five-foot size, and was firmly held in his hands, and then he was about to stand up and meet him.

However, at this moment, a shrill scream suddenly came from a distance, and the sound spread throughout the valley.

Wu Fan was shocked when he heard the sound, and hurriedly turned his head to look, but was surprised to find that Gongsun Mo in the distance had turned into a mummy, and his appearance was horrible, as if someone had sucked all the blood out of his body.

Not far from the mummy, Sang Hanfeng was standing there indifferently, holding a three-inch Yuanying in his hand. The Yuanying's little face was full of panic, and it kept begging. After a closer look, it was Gongsun Mo's Yuanying.

But in the face of the pleading, Sang Hanfeng turned a deaf ear, his face was extremely cold, so he clenched his palm hard, and after a flash of magic flame, the Yuanying suddenly turned into ashes and dissipated. A dignified Yuanying cultivator died just like that.

Seeing this scene, Wu Fan couldn't help but shake his head with emotion, but a smile appeared in his eyes. For him, Gongsun Mo's death now gave him a sense of pleasure.

But this can only be blamed on this person for his own fault. He wanted to please the other party and got close to him. Now he was the first to die.

However, just when Wu Fan was secretly gloating, he suddenly found that Sang Hanfeng looked at him coldly, and then flew straight to this side quickly.

Seeing this scene, Wu Fan's face sank, and he dared not delay anything. He quickly stood up and killed the burly man.

At this time, the big man was overjoyed. Seeing that his senior brother was coming, he felt relieved for no reason, and then raised the giant hammer and smashed it.

He knew that as long as he held on for a moment, this damn kid would follow in the footsteps of Gongsun Mo, and he was very confident that he could hold on for this time, not to mention that the other party dared to fight with him in close combat, which was tantamount to seeking death.

But the scene that happened next made him regret and he didn't know what happened until he died.

When the Sky-breaking Stick and the giant hammer collided, a deafening sound suddenly resounded through the world, and then the burly man fell straight down into the air like a kite with a broken string, and the sound of painful wailing came from all the people along the way. Even the giant hammer in his hand disappeared, and even one of his arms was gone.

On the other hand, Wu Fan stood in the air without any sign of retreating.

But it was not over yet, Wu Fan coldly pinched his fingers with one hand, and the Tiangang Soul-Slaying Sword suddenly hit the burly man's head in the distance, and it arrived in a blink of an eye.

"Asshole, stop it quickly, if you dare to kill him, I will make you live a life worse than death."

Seeing this in the distance, Sang Hanfeng's eyes were about to burst, and he shouted loudly, with a raging anger and a hint of fear in his voice.

However, Wu Fan pretended not to hear it and stared down with extremely cold eyes.

With a soft popping sound, the burly man's head exploded like a watermelon in an instant, and red and white things collapsed everywhere. Until this moment, the man had not fallen to the ground.

But after the Tiangang Spirit-Slashing Sword succeeded in one blow, it turned around and came back, and directly penetrated the burly man's neck.

But when the sword flew out again, there was a three-inch Nascent Soul hanging on the tip of the sword. At this moment, the Nascent Soul's eyes were closed tightly, and there was no breath in his body. It was obvious that he could not die anymore.

Then the Tiangang Spirit-Slaying Sword shook, and the Nascent Soul instantly turned into fragments and fell into the air. After the sword circled around the body of the burly man, it quickly flew back to Wu Fan wrapped in a storage bag.

"Ah...! Boy, I will pull out your soul and burn it slowly for hundreds of years with the red devil flame, making you taste life worse than death."

Seeing that his junior brother could not even keep the Nascent Soul, Sang Hanfeng suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted angrily, his eyes filled with sadness and overwhelming anger, and then he looked at Wu Fan with resentment and gritted his teeth.

At this moment, he was less than five miles away from Wu Fan, and with his sudden increase in speed, it wouldn't take long for him to reach here.

"Haha, is that right? You'd better catch me first then!"

Wu Fan smiled slightly, and after stuffing the burly man's storage bag into his arms, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up on his body. Even Na Sang Hanfeng couldn't help but squint his eyes when he saw the white light.