Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Not daring to be even slightly negligent, Wu Fan wielded the Heaven Splitting Staff like a fan, smashing all incoming weapons to pieces.

However, Wu Fan was also inevitably forced to retreat continuously.

Even so, Ming Qianzong was still shocked, his gaze towards Wu Fan becoming serious.

He had previously noticed that Wu Fan's cultivation had greatly increased, but he didn't expect his strength to be so much stronger than before.

One should know that even ordinary Grand Cultivators would not be able to face his Mantra Cauldron so calmly. After just a few exchanges, someone like Huangfu Sheng would definitely be seriously injured. But Wu Fan on the opposite side seemed completely unaffected.

This made him feel heavy-hearted for a moment, his eyes filled with a strong killing intent as he looked at Wu Fan.

He knew that if he didn't kill the other party as soon as possible, he would probably be no match for this person in a few years.

Just as Wu Fan and Ming Qianzong were looking at each other.

In the distance, Madam Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to stay here any longer. She hurriedly ran towards the Berserk Ox, while once again sticking a talisman on her body.

At this moment, the Berserk Ox finally stood up, shook its huge head, and let out two "Moo Moo" sounds, heading towards Madam Xiao.

Ling'er glanced at Wu Fan worriedly, then hardened her heart and ran towards Madam Xiao.

The others, including Huangfu Sheng, secretly felt regret. Although Wu Fan's plan was good, it ultimately failed to kill the person and the beast. As a result, they would not be able to break out of the encirclement in a short time.

"Hmph! I didn't expect your strength to improve so rapidly. If I don't kill you today, you will definitely become a future threat."

Ming Qianzong held the blood-colored spear and said coldly to Wu Fan, not rushing to attack.

However, this time he learned his lesson and used some kind of spiritual eye secret technique, his pupils filled with purple light that never faded.

He had tried it before. Although Wu Fan's Stealth Technique and Clone Technique were extremely powerful, he could still distinguish them to some extent. This time, he would not be fooled again.

"Want to kill me? That depends on whether you have the ability."

Wu Fan curled his lips, and as he spoke, he reached out, and the Tiangang Spirit Slaying Sword shot back from a distance, hovering above his head.

However, although his words seemed relaxed, he was secretly suffering in his heart. As soon as they exchanged blows, he knew that he was not this person's opponent.

Because he had fought with this person once before. Although he used a formation to trap the other party, he clearly saw the other person's power above the canyon. Now, the other party has not used his full strength.

It could be said that he was unlucky. If he waited a little longer, even if he refined the 'Instant Void Swimming Scale Sword' first, it would be hard to say who would win or lose today. Even if he was still no match, he could retreat calmly.

But unfortunately, the timing of the other party's appearance was too coincidental, which made him feel uneasy for a while.

With a flicker in his eyes, Wu Fan's mind raced, thinking about countermeasures.

But after some thought, the most reliable way now is to lure the other party away first, so that there is a glimmer of hope.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant. This尊 has been hailed as a 天之骄子 all my life. In just eight hundred years, I have been invincible in the Dragonfall Region. How can you possibly compete with me? It's simply a fool's dream. Unless you advance to the late stage now, this尊 might be afraid of you, but now, you only have one way to die."

Ming Qianzong was not angry when he heard this, but instead said proudly, his aura extremely strong.

"Late stage? Don't worry, if I survive today, I will go find you in a while."

Wu Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled teasingly.

But these words made Ming Qianzong frown.

"Hmm~? It seems that you have found the Spirit Rushing Pill in this relic. If so, then you must die today."

In just an instant, Ming Qianzong guessed the reason, and the killing intent in his eyes became even stronger.

"Then come on, Wu is just trying to see how strong I am now. It's not bad to use you as a sparring partner."

Wu Fan waved the staff in his hand, his words full of provocation, obviously deliberately provoking the other party.

"Hmph, overestimate yourself!"

As expected, Ming Qianzong was furious when he heard this, and after a cold snort, he immediately threw out the blood-colored spear.

At the same time, his hands quickly formed hand seals, and he began to chant incantations. At the same time, the Mantra Cauldron above his head immediately trembled wildly. In the next moment, various substantial weapons such as swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, yues, hooks, and forks shot out.

Actually, dozens of weapons shot out at once, much more than before.

It seems that Ming Qianzong didn't want to waste time and used his full strength.

With so many weapons, Wu Fan naturally didn't dare to block them head-on, and immediately retreated, while throwing out the only high-level ancient spiritual weapon he had left in his hand, the 'Earth Emperor Nail', to meet the blood-colored spear.

However, how fast were the dozens of weapons? How could he easily get rid of them? They instantly struck like raindrops.

Wu Fan had no choice but to use the Heaven Splitting Staff to block them with all his strength.

At the same time, the Tiangang Spirit Slaying Sword above his head suddenly let out a sword cry like a dragon's roar. In the next moment, it transformed into two, two into four, four into eight, and in a blink of an eye, it transformed into thousands, welcoming the attack like raindrops.

That's right, it was the Thousand Sword Art that he didn't often use.

He knew how powerful this divine ability was. It was very suitable for group attacks, but as a result, when facing Ming Qianzong's thousands of sharp swords, it seemed unsatisfactory.

In Wu Fan's surprised gaze, as soon as the two sides' sword rain came into contact, the sword energy on Wu Fan's side shattered one after another, as if it couldn't resist.

This time he panicked a little and immediately took out a banner and began to wave it.

With each wave, a large amount of Yin energy permeated out, covering hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye. At the same time, you could clearly see shadowy figures inside, followed by wailing ghost cries rising and falling.

That's right, it was his Myriad Soul Banner that had been re-refined.

You should know that since he last merged with Madam Qi's Myriad Soul Banner, now the number of Ghost Kings alone has reached as many as nine, and the number of ordinary ghosts has reached tens of thousands. The power is naturally not the same.

As a result, as expected, the remaining hundreds of sharp swords of the other party completely disappeared into the dark clouds.

However, Wu Fan could clearly see that tens of thousands of ghosts were running wildly, pushing forward and backward. Once they came into contact with a sharp sword, dozens or hundreds of fierce ghosts would immediately work together to hold a sharp sword, either spitting out Yin fire to burn it, or forcibly tearing it apart with sharp claws, actually blocking it so hard.

Of course, with just this one move, hundreds of ghosts were completely shattered into pieces by the sharp swords and dissipated into Yin energy.