The peak of the "Yuan Magnetic World".

The old man raised his snow-white eyebrows, looked at Lin Fan with a fiery face, and pointed down in his hand and said sarcastically: "Do you dare to take my boulder attack in turn under this mountain?"

Lin Fan looked puzzled, looked at the old man who laughed at him and asked: "This mountain is extremely high, if the old man throws the boulder here, I am afraid that I will turn into powder if I hit me?"

Di Lao stared at Lin Fan with the vicissitudes of life and wisdom and said softly: "What is sword gall, it's just a saying that will is greater than instinct, do you know why only the sword cultivation who comprehends the sword gall will make the sword in his hand sharper and invincible?

But all the perceptions of ** and the spirit at the time of death are extremely real, hum, time waits for no one, how long do you want to be?".

The old man came behind Lin Fan, raised his foot and kicked Lin Fan on the buttocks, and Lin Fan, who was still comprehending the old man's words, suddenly flew high and fell down the mountain.

Thousands of feet were overwhelming, and the old man looked at Lin Fan, who was screaming miserably in the air, and a naughty smile appeared on his old face.

"Boom"

Under the corner of the mountain, the earth trembled slightly, a stream of smoke and dust dozens of zhang high rose high, and in a huge pit on the ground, Lin Fan was like a human skin sticking to the ground.

The indescribable pain and fear of death made Lin Fan squirm desperately on the ground, but after a few breaths, his flat body quickly returned to normal.

Lin Fan's face palpitated, and the intense pain and fear were almost the same as when he first came in.

Lin Fan's mind turned, and the heavy "Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" sword in his hand appeared, and he held the big sword high and pointed at the ground on the top of the mountain, and the old man was about to scold.

He saw a huge black shadow on the top of the mountain whistling fiercely, and smashed straight at him.

The boulder is round as the size of several millstones, and it falls down from the top of a mountain as high as a thousand feet, like a meteorite flying from the sky.

Lin Fan looked resolute, raised his big sword, and half-squatted with his feet, wanting to meet the boulder falling at high speed.

It's a pity that the palms that used to be calm trembled, and the strong thighs trembled like chaff.

He looked at the boulder that was about to fall, and shouted desperately in his heart, I want to be the most powerful man in the world, what is a boulder afraid of.

I had just made up my mind in my heart, but my body shamefully rolled to the ground and fled at the moment when the boulder was pressed on the top.

"Boom"

There was a roar like a landslide and the earth cracked, and the earth rose and fell like a wave.

The boulder that collided with the earth was torn apart, and countless rubbles were mixed in a rising wave of qi, knocking Lin Fan, who was lying on the ground, out hundreds of zhang like an ant.

Lin Fan was like an ant in a hurricane at this time, rolling up and down in the air, and the big sword in his palm didn't know where he threw it.

Just desperately holding his head in his hands and rolling along the air waves.

Countless sword-like rubbles smashed his strong body to the bottom, and streams of blood shot out on his almost transparent body.

When the wave of qi disappeared, Lin Fan fell to the sky, and the "Hundred Battles Sword Robe" that he was proud of was only a few strands of cloth still hanging on his fleshy and bloody body.

Mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth like springs, and his eyes, which almost bulged out, seemed to see the disdainful smile of the old man on the top of the mountain.

In just a short moment, the instinct of his body betrayed his will, causing him to flee shamelessly.

The shame he had never felt before made his bloodless cheeks flush.

After a few breaths, when he replied, Lin Fan stood at the bottom of the mountain, not daring to look at the old man on the top of the mountain.

Thinking about his embarrassed appearance, it really made him faceless.

Di Lao stood at the top, he quietly looked at Lin Fan who didn't dare to look up at the bottom of the mountain, the old man's face was a little disappointed, could it be that his expectations for him were too high, should he stop this trial, Di Lao was a little hesitant at this time.

Lin Fan lowered his head and looked at his hands that were still trembling, and his face suddenly showed absolute relief.

He put one hand in his hand, and only then did the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking the Sky" sword appear in his hand, and he controlled his weak legs to come to a piece of gravel several people high.

Lin Fan leaned his body against the gravel, and let out an earth-shattering roar from his mouth: "I, Lin Fan, will never run away without a fight, the instinct of my body, hehe, dare to go against my Lin Fan's will, now see if you can escape?"

As he spoke, he raised the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking the Sky" sword in his hand, and pierced his body with a backhand sword, and the thick sword body of the bowl passed through his chest, and his body was nailed to the gravel behind him.

Bright red blood dripped down the long hilt of the sword, and Lin Fan suddenly raised his head and shouted to the ground elder on the top of the mountain: "Come on, I, Lin Fan, am here, if you don't throw stones, you are a grandson!"

Originally, looking at Lin Fan's resolute appearance, Di Lao was still relieved, but in a blink of an eye, hearing Lin Fan's scolding made his face change.

With a wave of his hand, two stone balls were thrown out one after another, and the old man replied loudly: "Boy, I can't kill you this time, I am your grandson!"

Lin Fan showed a trace of madness on his face, his head raised high in front of the stone ball whistling down, without any timidity, and at the moment when the stone ball hit his cheek, a pair of angry eyes did not blink.

This time, Lin Fan finally tasted what he wanted, and his flesh and blood were hit into flesh by the meteor-like stone ball, and before the two popping eyeballs could hit the ground, they were hit by another stone ball and turned into powder.

Di Lao looked at the two clouds of smoke and dust rising at the foot of the mountain, and then said with a smile: "Sun Tzu! The game has just started now, and no one can become a strong man without hardship, but you have just embarked on this thorny road."

With this experience, Lin Fan was finally able to calmly face the boulder falling from the sky.

His hands were still shaking, his legs were still moving, but he wouldn't dodge.

For a whole day, Lin Fan was crushed into powder hundreds of times.

The one hundred and eight stone balls will always reappear on the top of the mountain when they are used up.

The countless experiences of death made Lin Fan's divine consciousness in the Jindan realm tired, but his heart of yearning for the strong kept urging him to stand at the foot of the mountain again and again, looking up to the sky and scolding the shameless earth elder.

At this moment, instead of being angry, the earth elder was full of praise, but the round stone ball seemed to change more.

The old man was very proud in his heart, in his opinion, the larger the stone ball could better crush Lin Fan completely, after all, the scene was more spectacular when the flesh and blood were flying.

At this time, there was a strange scene in the "Yuan Magnetic World", under a high mountain peak, a young man raised his sword and scolded the sky, and on the top of the mountain, an old man would fight back with a huge stone ball every time.

When the young man's face reappeared, the old man would use extremely exaggerated words to describe the young man's tragic death.

Every day, the old man would give the young man an hour to practice, and then the two would repeat the same process as the previous day.

When the sun shone on the top of the lonely mountain on the fourth day, the old man waved his sleeves and appeared in front of the young man at the bottom of the mountain.

Lin Fan's body swayed at this time, his divine sense was almost exhausted, and the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" sword in the palm of his hands could barely be grasped, and the thick sword body was obliquely downward.

His once sturdy body was a little emaciated.

Di Lao looked at Lin Fan, who was a little unconscious, and shouted and scolded: "Boy, do you dare to shoot a sword at me?"

After speaking, the earth elder suddenly burst out with the coercion of dominating the world, and his cultivation far exceeded that of Yuan Ying.

The coercion is like a mountain, hundreds of square feet between the flat ground, the air is roaring, and ripples emerge in the air to set off tsunami-like air waves.

Originally, there were still some divine senses that did not lightly click on Lin Fan's voice, and his body, which was almost pressed to his knees by the supreme coercion, suddenly straightened up.

The sound of bones shattering sounded in his body, but Lin Fan didn't seem to feel anything.

He opened his scarlet eyes, cracked his big mouth and howled, "Grandson eats your Lin Ye sword!"

Under the supreme pressure, Lin Fan struck out with a difficult sword.

The hands that grasped the hilt of the sword vigorously turned into a blood mist in the sky at the moment of drawing the sword, and the big sword that broke through the air would hit the chest of the old man, and he fell into the dust on the ground.

At this time, Lin Fan raised his broken arm and howled like a madman: "Old thing, you were finally hit by me with a sword!"

As soon as the words fell, a faint coercion erupted in his body.

Although this trace of weak coercion was small, it was tenacious, and it actually formed a light shield around Lin Fan's body, which made it difficult to resist the coercion of the old man.

Lin Fan came to his senses at this time, looked at the sneering Di Lao, and said disdainfully: "Although you are extremely powerful, I was still hit by my sword, what are you proud of?"

At this time, the coercion on the body of the old man suddenly disappeared.

He looked at Lin Fan, who was across his neck, and scolded with a smile: "The sword momentum is just beginning, the sword is in your heart, you can go."

After speaking, he kicked out and hit Lin Fan's chest.

Lin Fan's body soared into the air like a rocket, he knew that his training was over, but he still scolded in his mouth: "Old thing, next time I'll see you, I will definitely make you look good!"

The old man smiled gracefully and replied: "Young man, you are thinking too far away, I will definitely make you even more miserable next time."