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Can this sword really be lifted just by exercising strength?

Seeing Li Fan sitting there thinking hard, Long Nu secretly wiped off her cold sweat.

It's unbelievable... It's obviously a routine for him, but he actually lifted it twenty times... If he continues to exercise like this, I'm afraid he will be trained for one hundred times sooner or later, right?

Therefore, Longnu hurriedly set a deadline of ten days, so that there would be no problems!

And when she saw Li Fan sitting there cross-legged, she secretly laughed. This kid, is he really about to give up?

Li Fan sat on the ground with his legs crossed, looking at the Shang Fang sword in front of him.

A simple looking sword, when no power is exerted, it doesn't even have a little luster. What is the difference between Wang Luo and myself? Why can Wang Luo use it easily, but I can't?

Li Fan seemed to think of something, spiritual power?

"Lao Yang, come out."

Li Fan called silently in his heart, and a figure sat beside him.

Mr. Yang was still wearing a black gentleman's suit today, looking at Li Fan with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Lao Yang? What's your name?"

"What a lovely name."

Li Fan was speaking with his spirit, he knew that Longnu couldn't hear, let alone see!

"Are you worried about this sword?"

Mr. Yang seemed to know what Li Fan was worried about, "I can indeed help you, but is this what you really want?"

"Huh? Something is wrong with you today."

Li Fan raised his eyebrows, "You never said that before, you were always persuading me to obey my heart."

"I used to be the darkest side of your heart, but now you and I have merged, and I don't need to remind you to obey your heart. Now, my task is to ensure that you can survive."

"Don't worry, as long as I understand this sword, I can live a good life!"

Li Fan stared intently at the Shangfang sword in front of him.

"Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

"Yeah, that's why I need your help."

Li Fan tapped the sword lightly with his fingers, "Let me have spiritual communication with it, Lao Yang."

"Okay, but this sword has very strong spiritual power, so be careful."

Mr. Yang reminded Li Fan again, "Be more careful yourself in the future, I have no energy left to remind you. I, the only phantom left, has come to an end."

"What do you mean it's over?"

"You should understand."

Mr. Yang looked at Li Fan with anticipation in his eyes, "I am indeed Mr. Yang. It is a bit of spiritual power left behind by him, which is stored in your brain. I see potential in you, and I hope you can inherit mine. Will, truly change the world. However, you are getting stronger and stronger, but I am getting weaker and weaker. Now, it is time for me to leave. Your spiritual power still exists in a unique form. Think about it for yourself. In what form should it exist..."

While speaking, Mr. Yang took Li Fan's hand and pressed it on the scabbard.

"Li Fan, you must live..."

Mr. Yang's figure slowly dissipated, and a white light flashed in front of Li Fan. In the blink of an eye, he entered an illusory world.

This world is like a court. Under Li Fan's feet is a huge circular stone brick space with a dragon-shaped pattern, and there are statues erected one after another around it, each of which is a full hundred meters high, soaring into the sky. Straight to the cloud.

Each statue holds a big sword in its hand, which is magnificent and mighty.

The appearance of one of the statues attracted Li Fan's attention. Isn't this Wang Luo?

It seems that all the statues here are the former users of Shangfang Sword?

"Mortal, why are you here?"

A deep voice rang out, soothing Li Fan's eardrums.

"Everyone, I'm here to negotiate."

Li Fan raised his voice and said to these statues.

"Negotiation? What qualifications do you have?"

"Everyone, you are too restless."

With a smile on his face, Li Fan stood among these statues with his arms crossed, without any pressure at all.

"I'm your heir. This guy chose me. Why, say something."

Li Fan pointed at Wang Luo.

"Li Fan... this is the sacred Sword Tomb, not a place where you can be presumptuous."

"Yeah, are you serious today?"

Li Fan looked at him in surprise, "Did you become serious after you died?"

"That's enough! Get out of this place! You are not welcome here! Wang Luo is a stupid guy. He even chose you as his heir. We won't even recognize you!"

"Yes!"

"Get out!"

The roars around were louder and louder, but Li Fan laughed instead.

"It seems that my estimation is correct. The reason why I can't use Shangfang's sword is because of you ghosts."

"That's right, the power of this sword belongs to us, and we won't share any of it with you, you know?"

"Yeah, with you here, I can't use this sword."

Li Fan moved his body, "That's why I came in to kill you."

"You, what are you talking about? Arrogant human!"

"Why, is your hearing not so good after you die?"

Li Fan taunted unceremoniously, "Stop talking nonsense, I want to see today, who dares to block me! Gods block killing gods, Buddhas block **!"

"Stupid! This is Jianzhong, the spiritual world, what are you using to fight us!"

All these heroic spirits who Shangfang Baojian dismissed.

"Old Yang is dead, but he still left me a little legacy."

Li Fan said, stretching out his right hand.

A black sword slowly condensed in front of him, and he held it in his hand.

"My spiritual power and true qi cannot be used together. Therefore, the spiritual power has been separated. It usually appears in the form of Mr. Yang, but today, I define it with the extraordinary sword!"

With that said, Li Fan stretched out his hand and flicked the Uncommon Sword.

This is the spiritual world, and his mental power is strong enough to destroy these bastards!

The Bufan sword trembled when it was hit.

"What are you doing, bastard..."

The Heroic Spirit's reprimand sounded, and a black thunderbolt had jumped out of Li Fan's sword, striking a statue of the Heroic Spirit.

"Boom!"

The statue immediately collapsed, and the stones continued to fall, falling into the endless abyss.

"Stop, stop! You're crazy!"

"Stop it, stupid guy!"

The Heroic Spirits roared angrily.

"There are nineteen more."

Li Fan counted the statues, "Don't worry, everyone has a share, let's take our time."

As he said that, another thunderbolt popped out from Li Fan, smashing the next heroic statue into pieces.

"You, what are you doing! These are the heroic spirits who have guarded China!"

A heroic spirit roared.