"Ding!"

With Gong Hongyuan's poisonous blade, he stabs Mengshan fiercely. With the help of the blade, chen fan keeps climbing.

His speed is very fast. At the moment, he is not only short of his time, but also of his sword heart!

A month later, chen fan continued to climb, and finally reached the position of the hillside!

At the moment, he lost his hope. Below was the abyss, and because of the ban on flying, chen fan would surely die once he fell down!

Without any hesitation, relying on the blade again, chen fan began to climb.

After crossing the sea of clouds, the surrounding scene changed a little.

The first is the temperature. It's even colder here. Even if it's Chen Fan's accomplishments, you can feel the shivering of his teeth.

When you touch the ice, it's like the iceberg will be covered with ice and snow.

At this time, a vague voice appeared in Chen Fan's ear.

"Keep climbing. There is no life but death!"

That voice is a thick male voice, listening to extremely strange, as if in the ear, but it seems to be thousands of miles away.

Chen Fan did not respond, continued to climb, the voice of the ear also disappeared, replaced by snow and ice falling on the mountain.

"Bang!"

A snowball hits Chen Fan's arm with a click. As the king of half step Wu, chen fan's arm is broken directly.

Between the piercing heart, Chen Fanqiang endured the sharp pain, used spiritual power to repair the skeleton, bit his teeth, held his head high, and continued to climb!

"Whew!"

When the sound of breaking the air came, an ice skate was scratched against Chen Fan's cheek. A thread like wound immediately emerged, and the blood trickled down.

But in the moment of blood flowing out, it froze because it was too cold here.

Chen Fan's face is still firm, still climbing upward.

Only this time, his movements are more flexible, like a spirit ape, flickering and moving on the mountain.

At the moment, chen fan has no distractions, some are just the belief of climbing to the top.

He knew that he could not be distracted at this time, otherwise he might fall here.

As time goes by bit by bit, chen fan is suffering from great suffering.

Whether it is cultivation, or body and mind.

On average, his bones would be broken several times a day, and then repaired by cultivation.

Although this said nothing to a friar, the physical and mental impact was incomparably serious.

Even several times, chen fan almost fell from Mengshan because he did not endure the pain.

In a twinkling of an eye, chen fan has been climbing Mengshan for two months. Now, the top of the mountain is far away.

But I don't know how far it is to reach the top of the mountain.

At this time, the voice that had spoken before reappeared in Chen Fan's ear.

"I'll just say for the last time, keep climbing, there's no life or death!"

This time, the voice has the meaning of anger, extremely fierce, and even in an instant, the speed of snow and ice falling has accelerated a little bit.

But Chen Fan and did not move, he used all his strength to roar: "in order to save the heart of the sword, a hundred deaths have no regrets!"

After a long silence, the voice finally said, "are you not afraid of death at all?"

"Of course I am afraid of death, but there are many things in this world, even death can't stop me!"

Chen Fan's words made the voice completely silent. After a long time, the falling ice and snow slowly dissipated and never fell again.

And Chen fan, also finally found the opportunity, continuous climbing.

He didn't know how his words touched the voice, but he was certain that he was safe for the time being!