Just after sitting on Mr. Lin's futon, he appeared in this ghost place, so it obviously has something to do with the futon.
So you don't need to be too nervous.
It's just a futon, and it's Mr. Lin's futon. No matter how weird it is, it shouldn't make anything happen to him.
Just when Meng Fan was comforting himself, a figure suddenly appeared in the hall.
This figure, wearing a black robe, revealed a unique face.
Extremely handsome!
Meng Fan frowned more tightly, not because of jealousy or rejection of such a handsome man.
On the contrary, he liked this handsome face very much!
Because this face is exactly like his, this is Meng Fan's face.
"Who are you?" Meng Fan asked tentatively.
But this figure who looked exactly like Meng Fan directly raised his hand to attack Meng Fan without saying a word.
The black-robed Meng Fan waved his hand, and countless sword energy suddenly appeared in the hall.
The next second, overwhelming sword energy surged toward Meng Fan.
[Ten Thousand Swords Return to One]
This guy also mastered Meng Fan's strongest sword technique at his fingertips, and the power of the move was not weaker than that performed by Meng Fan himself.
At this moment, Meng Fan probably understood the function of this futon.
This thing is to pull yourself into a mysterious space, and then copy a person exactly like yourself to fight with yourself, thereby training yourself and improving yourself.
I have to say that training yourself in this way will indeed improve you a lot.
Because no one in this world knows yourself better than you.
Winning others is nothing, winning yourself and surpassing yourself is the greatest progress!
Meng Fan's face showed solemnity. Facing his other self, he couldn't be careless at all and needed to go all out.
Like Meng Fan in black robe, he raised his hand and waved.
However, unlike the black-robed Meng Fan, his wave of the hand did not create a sword energy that filled the sky.
He was trying to control the sword energy exerted by the black-robed Meng Fan.
【Jianlai】
Because if he completely copied the black-robed Meng Fan's method, then he would be at a disadvantage and eventually lose!
Meng Fan's face was full of seriousness. It would undoubtedly be extremely difficult to "steal" these sword energies from his hands.
But you still have to try this kind of thing!
He used Jian Lai and Wan Jian Jue at the same time, and indeed grabbed some ownership of the sword energy.
But I only got about a third of the portion!
Under such circumstances, Meng Fan would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage by mobilizing these sword energies to counterattack.
In the end, the sword energy Meng Fan grabbed and part of the sword energy controlled by the black-robed Meng Fan were shattered at the same time.
But the sword energy controlled by the black-robed Meng Fan still had some remaining, and it was still slashing in Meng Fan's direction.
But in comparison, the power is only about one-fifth of what it was.
In this situation, Meng Fan squeezed the sword secret, and the red sword came out of its sheath. In an instant, the remaining sword energy was shattered and eliminated invisible.
When the black-robed Meng Fan saw this, a red light shot into the sky from his body.
Red sword!
Although this is not the real Hongqi Sword, in this mysterious space, its power in all aspects is exactly the same as the real Hongqi Sword.
The next second, the two red swords collided together.
Then, they fell again at the same time.
The real Hongqi Sword was obviously unconvinced and instantly rose into the sky, slashing at the black-robed Meng Fan again.
The copied Hongqi Sword also rose into the sky and slashed at the real Hongqi Sword again without falling into a disadvantage.
Meng Fan smiled bitterly. He knew that in this situation, it would be equivalent to kicking the two red swords out to fight alone, and no one could do anything to the other.
He can't rely on the Hongqi Sword, and the black-robed Meng Fan opposite him can't rely on the Hongqi Sword either!
You have to rely on yourself.
Next, Meng Fan and black-robed Meng Fan each displayed their magical powers, but neither could do anything to the other, and they were completely evenly matched.
Meng Fan performs the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, and the black-robed Meng Fan also performs the Ten Thousand Swords Technique.
Meng Fan uses the Xiaoyao Divine Sword, and the black-robed Meng Fan also uses the Xiaoyao Divine Sword.
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After a while, Meng Fan had a clear understanding.
In this mysterious space, if you want to defeat the "replica" of yourself, you must make a breakthrough in some aspect.
Otherwise, they will all die of exhaustion here, and no one will be able to conquer the other.
breakthrough!
A breakthrough is necessary.
The clone's strength is fixed, but it can be improved.
But when it comes to sharpening your skills in battle, where is it easy to break through?
Meng Fan thought about it, but he never thought of what breakthrough he could make at this moment?
And it is indeed a bit difficult to think about this issue while dealing with the black-robed Meng Fan.
But soon, Meng Fan figured it out.
I don't need to make a big breakthrough, I just need a few breakthroughs to surpass this clone.
It is extremely difficult for others to make even a few breakthroughs in such a short period of time.
But for Meng Fan, it was easy.
He thought for a while and incorporated the Feihua sword technique he had just learned from Lin Feiyan into his Ten Thousand Swords Guiyi.
It would be extremely difficult for others to achieve this, but for Meng Fan, who has the talent of [Swordsmanship and Spirituality], it is easy to do!
When Meng Fan used the Feihua sword technique, he immediately defeated the Wan Jian Guiyi used by the black-robed Meng Fan.
With the defeat of the black-robed Meng Fan, Meng Fan's consciousness disappeared from the mysterious space and returned to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.
Meng Fan, who was sitting on the futon, opened his eyes and stood up.
"This futon is really a good treasure. If I have to defeat the exact same version of myself every time before I can come out of that mysterious space..." Meng Fan murmured to himself.
He sat on the futon again, but this time there was no reaction. He was still on the second floor of Jiange.
"Then sitting on this futon, how often can you enter the mysterious space just now?"
Meng Fan's attention was completely attracted by this futon, and he immediately forgot what he was doing here, and forgot about the origin of the sword.
He sat on the futon and wanted to see how soon he could enter the mysterious space again.
A few hours later, as midnight passed, Meng Fan's consciousness entered the mysterious space again.
It seems that the function of this futon is to refresh it every day, and you can enter this mysterious space once a day.
Then Mr. Lin sits on this futon every day, isn't he getting stronger every day?
Mr. Lin today will always be stronger than Mr. Lin the day before!
Thinking of this, Meng Fan's face showed horror.
I was still worried about Mr. Lin before, but now it seems that I am really overthinking.
Just through this futon, Meng Fan knew that he had completely underestimated Mr. Lin's strength before.
Mr. Lin, this bad old man, must be much more terrifying than he thought!
