Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 362 – Clone, identical combat power

Chapter 362 – Clone, identical combat power

Just as Meng Fan sat down on Elder Lin's meditation cushion, he found himself in this eerie place. Clearly, it had something to do with the cushion.

So, there was no need to be overly nervous.

After all, it was just a cushion, and it belonged to Elder Lin. No matter how strange it was, it shouldn't harm him.

As Meng Fan was comforting himself, a figure suddenly appeared in the grand hall.

This figure was dressed in a black robe, revealing an unparalleled handsome face.

Extremely handsome!

Meng Fan frowned even more, not out of jealousy or rejection of such handsomeness.

On the contrary, he liked this face very much!

Because this face was identical to his own. It was Meng Fan's face.

"Who are you?" Meng Fan tentatively asked.

But the figure, who looked exactly like Meng Fan, didn't say a word and directly attacked Meng Fan.

With a wave of his hand, the black-robed Meng Fan generated countless Sword Qi in the grand hall.

In the next second, the overwhelming Sword Qi surged towards Meng Fan.

[Myriad Swords As One]

Meng Fan's strongest sword technique, this guy executed it effortlessly, and its power was no less than when Meng Fan himself performed it.

At this moment, Meng Fan roughly understood the purpose of the cushion.

This thing pulled him into a mysterious space, then copied an identical version of himself to fight against, thereby training and improving him.

One had to admit, using this method to train oneself would indeed lead to significant improvement.

Because in this world, no one understands you better than yourself.

Defeating others is nothing; defeating and surpassing oneself is the greatest progress!

Meng Fan's face turned serious. Facing another version of himself, he couldn't afford to be careless and had to give it his all.

Like the black-robed Meng Fan, he raised his hand and waved.

But unlike the black-robed Meng Fan, his wave didn't generate a sky full of Sword Qi.

He was trying to control the Sword Qi unleashed by the black-robed Meng Fan.

[Sword Comes]

If he completely copied the black-robed Meng Fan's method, he would always be a step behind, eventually falling into a disadvantage and losing!

Meng Fan was fully focused, trying to "steal" the Sword Qi from his own hands, which was extremely difficult.

But he had to try!

He simultaneously used Sword Comes and Myriad Swords Art, managing to seize control of some of the Sword Qi.

However, he only managed to take about one-third of it!

In this situation, using the seized Sword Qi to counterattack, Meng Fan was undoubtedly at a disadvantage.

In the end, the Sword Qi Meng Fan seized and part of the Sword Qi controlled by the black-robed Meng Fan shattered simultaneously.

But the remaining Sword Qi controlled by the black-robed Meng Fan still slashed towards Meng Fan.

However, its power was only about one-fifth of what it was initially.

In this situation, Meng Fan formed a sword seal, and the Hong Qi Sword responded by unsheathing itself, instantly shattering the remaining Sword Qi into nothingness.

Seeing this, the black-robed Meng Fan also had a crimson light burst from his body.

Hong Qi Sword!

Although it wasn't the real Hong Qi Sword, in this mysterious space, its power was identical to the real one.

In the next second, the two Hong Qi Swords clashed.

Then, they both fell.

The real Hong Qi Sword was obviously not satisfied, instantly rising again to slash at the black-robed Meng Fan.

The copied Hong Qi Sword also rose again, slashing at the real Hong Qi Sword, not falling behind at all.

Meng Fan smiled wryly. He knew that in this situation, it was like sending the two Hong Qi Swords to fight each other, and neither could defeat the other.

He couldn't rely on the Hong Qi Sword, and neither could the black-robed Meng Fan!

He had to rely on himself.

Next, Meng Fan and the black-robed Meng Fan displayed their skills, neither able to overpower the other, completely evenly matched.

Meng Fan used Myriad Swords Art, and the black-robed Meng Fan also used Myriad Swords Art.

Meng Fan used Free Wanderer's Godly Sword, and the black-robed Meng Fan also used Free Wanderer's Godly Sword.

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After a moment, Meng Fan had an epiphany.

In this mysterious space, to defeat the "copy" of himself, he had to make a breakthrough in some aspect.

Otherwise, they would both exhaust themselves here, unable to conquer the other.

A breakthrough!

He had to make a breakthrough.

The copy's strength was fixed, but he could improve.

But making a breakthrough in the heat of battle was not an easy task.

Meng Fan thought hard but couldn't figure out what aspect he could break through at this moment.

Moreover, it was difficult to think about this while dealing with the black-robed Meng Fan.

But soon, Meng Fan figured it out.

He didn't need a huge breakthrough, just a tiny one to surpass the copy.

For others, making even a tiny breakthrough in such a short time was extremely difficult.

But for Meng Fan, it was easy.

He thought for a moment and integrated the Flying Flower Sword Technique he had just learned from Lin Feiyan into his Myriad Swords As One.

For others, achieving this would be incredibly difficult, but for Meng Fan, who possessed the [Sword Dao Transcendence] talent, it was effortless!

When Meng Fan executed the Myriad Swords As One integrated with the Flying Flower Sword Technique, he instantly shattered the black-robed Meng Fan's Myriad Swords As One.

As the black-robed Meng Fan was defeated, Meng Fan's consciousness left the mysterious space and returned to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Meng Fan, sitting on the cushion, opened his eyes and stood up.

"This cushion is truly a treasure. If I have to defeat an identical version of myself each time to leave that mysterious space..." Meng Fan muttered to himself.

He sat on the cushion again, but this time there was no reaction; he was still on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

"So, how long do I have to sit on this cushion to enter that mysterious space again?"

Meng Fan's attention was entirely drawn to the cushion, completely forgetting why he came here in the first place, leaving the matter of the Essence of the Sword aside.

He sat on the cushion, wanting to see how long it would take to enter the mysterious space again.

A few hours later, just past midnight, Meng Fan's consciousness entered the mysterious space once more.

It seemed that the cushion's effect refreshed daily, allowing entry into the mysterious space once a day.

If Elder Lin sat on this cushion every day, wouldn't he get stronger every day?

Today's Elder Lin would always be stronger than yesterday's Elder Lin!

Thinking of this, Meng Fan's face showed astonishment.

He had been worried about Elder Lin before, but now it seemed he had been overthinking.

Just from this cushion, Meng Fan knew he had completely underestimated Elder Lin's strength.

Elder Lin, that old man, was undoubtedly far more terrifying than he had imagined!