The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

"Wow..."

The pouring rain fell like this, and the big raindrops seemed to wash away the last bit of dirt in the world, falling crazily, and Chen Fan's cheeks hurt.

The blood at the corner of his mouth slid down with the rain, drop by drop, falling on the steps below his feet, Chen Fan let out a sigh of relief and started the next round of advance!

During this period, the magic spear kept silent, just staring silently at the stubborn and incomprehensible people in its eyes.

Magic Spear didn't know. Knowing that he might die, why did Chen Fan still commit a risk?

It is not a human being after all, and I don’t understand that belief is the foundation that supports everything in the human mind.

Today's Chen Fan may be able to retreat. After all, with his current cultivation as combat power, no one can do anything here, but Chen Fan still has not retreated.

Because you retreat, your thoughts will not be accessible, and your beliefs may collapse.

So to Chen Fanla today, there is only advancement but no retreat!

"Crack!"

Another explosion of thunder fell, and Chen Fan suddenly staggered and almost fell from the stairs. One of his legs had been crushed by tremendous pressure.

From the storage bag, he summoned the sword of life and death, and after a brief use of spiritual power to wrap the broken bones was regarded as healing, Chen Fan just started to move forward with his long sword.

Step by step, faltering, but with persistence!

"I don't understand, why are you so irrational? Is it true that the human race is like this? You are going to die, don't you know!"

The magic gun suddenly erupted with a roar, and there was a faint eagerness in its voice. It has lived here alone for so many years and has never communicated with anyone. Now, a person who has never met has made it feel moved.

Chen Fan looked up with difficulty, the blood on the corner of his mouth was quickly stained with raindrops, and only heard his low voice spread throughout the audience, even though weak, but still firm!

"I said, I will prove myself, I will take you and leave!"

After that, keep going!

Time passed bit by bit and the rain was still falling. One day and one night later, there were only ten steps left in front of Chen Fan.

During this period, Chen Fan’s bones were broken several times and later healed by spiritual power. Although for the monks in the realm of martial arts, repairing bone injuries does not consume much spiritual power, this situation is a blow to the human heart. It is unparalleled.

Imagine that after just suffering from the pain of a broken bone, it didn't take long for the same injury to happen to the body again, as if it were endless, never ending.

Now, even the magic spear doesn't even remember how many times Chen Fan's bones have broken.

In the face of this almost terrifying psychological endurance, even if the magic gun is just a weapon, it is difficult to conceal the shock in his heart.

It suddenly understood that the gap between itself and Chen Fan might be just this firm and almost pathological obstinacy!

At this moment, the magic spear even began to count Chen Fan's last ten steps silently.

"Ten, nine, eight..." Chen Fan paused for a moment, then used spiritual power to connect the broken bones, and then continued!

Step five, step four, step three...

After spending a day and a night, after Chen Fan gritted his teeth and endured almost endless pain, he finally stepped onto the side of the magic gun!

"boom!"

Falling straight forward, at the last moment, Chen Fan said again: "I said, I... won't lose!"

In an instant, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the heavens and the earth recovered again!