The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 738: I, Chen Fan, will not lose! (Next)

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"Wow..."

The downpour of rain fell like this. The big raindrops seemed to want to wash away the last bit of dirt in the world. They fell madly, and Chen Fan's cheeks hurt.

The blood on the corner of his mouth slid down with 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 has not said a word, just staring silently at the stubborn and incomprehensible people in its eyes.

Magic Spear doesn’t know. Knowing that he might die, why is Chen Fan still in danger?

After all, it is not a human being. 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 a combat power, no one can do anything here, but Chen Fan still has not retreated.

Because I retired, my thoughts will not be accessible, and my beliefs may collapse.

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

"Crack!"

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

From the storage bag, the sword of life and death was summoned, 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 the voice. It has lived here alone for so many years and has never communicated with anyone. Now, a person who has never met makes it feel To move.

Chen Fan raised his head 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 he was weak, he was still firm!

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

After that, keep going!

Time is passing little by little, and the rain is still falling. One day and one night later, there are only ten steps 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, but this situation is very good for people. The blow 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 does not even remember how many times Chen Fan's bones have broken.

Faced with this almost terrifying psychological endurance, even if the magic gun is just a weapon, it is difficult to conceal the shock in my heart.

It suddenly understood that the gap between itself and Chen Fan was perhaps just this firm and almost pathological obsession!

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 his spiritual power to connect the broken bones, and then continued!

Step 5, Step 4, Step 3...

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!"

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

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