My Wife Is the Martial Alliance Head

Chapter 1080: Tactic

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Can this sword really be lifted just by exercising?

Watching Li Fan sitting there thinking hard, the Dragon Girl also secretly wiped the cold sweat.

It ’s incredible ... he is obviously a routine, and he even lifted it twenty times ... If he is allowed to exercise like this, I am afraid that one hundred will be trained sooner or later?

Therefore, the Dragon Girl hurriedly set a ten-day deadline so that there would be no problem!

When she saw Li Fan sitting cross-legged there, she chuckled. Is this kid really going to give up?

Li Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the Shangfang sword in front of him.

A simple sword that looks so simple, when no force is exerted, there is not even a little gloss. How is Wang Luo different from himself? Why can Wang Luo easily use it, but not himself?

What does Li Fan seem to think, mental power?

"Lao Yang, come out."

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

Mr. Yang is still wearing a black gentleman's suit today. Looking at Li Fan, he has some dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Lao Yang? What's it called?"

"What a gracious name."

Li Fan is talking with spirit. He knows that the Dragon Girl can't hear, let alone see!

"Worried about this sword?"

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

"Well? You're a little bit wrong today."

Li Fan raised his eyebrows. "The things you never said before were to persuade 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 guarantee that you can live."

"Rest assured, as long as I understand this sword, I will live well!"

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

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

"Yeah, so I need your help."

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

"Yes, but this sword has a lot of mental power. You need to be careful."

Mr. Yang reminded Li Fan again, "In the future, you have to be careful, I have no time to remind you anything more. I, the only phantom left, has come to an end."

"What do you mean by the end?"

"You should understand."

Mr. Yang looked at Li Fan, with a little expectation in his eyes, "I am indeed Mr. Yang, it is a bit of his mental strength left in your brain. I see the potential from you, I hope you can inherit me Will, truly change the world. However, you are getting stronger and stronger, but I am getting weaker. Now, it ’s time for me to leave. Your spiritual power is still in a unique form. Think about it yourself, In what form ... "

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

"Li Fan, you must live ..."

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

This world is like a court. At the foot of Li Fan is a huge round stone brick plot printed with a dragon-shaped pattern, and statues are erected one after another. Directly to the cloud.

Each statue has a large sword in its hand, magnificent and immortal.

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

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

"Mortal, why are you here?"

A thick voice sounded, analgesic to Li Fan's eardrum.

"You, I'm here to negotiate."

Li Fan raised his voice and said to the statues.

"Negotiate? What qualifications do you have?"

"You guys, you are too calm."

With a smile on Li Fan's face, holding his arms, standing in the middle of these statues, there was no pressure at all.

"I'm your heir, this guy chose me. Why, say a word."

Li Fan pointed at Wang Luo.

"Li Fan ... This is the sacred sword mound, not a place where you can pretend."

"Yeah, are you serious today?"

Li Fan looked at him with surprise, "Did he become serious after he died?"

"Enough! Get out of this place! You are not welcome here! Wang Luo is a stupid guy who chose you as the heir, and we won't recognize you!"

"Yes!"

"Get out!"

The roar of the surrounding was higher than the wave, but Li Fan smiled instead.

"It seems that my estimation is correct. Why I can't use the Shangfang Sword, it's because of you guys.

"Yes, the power of this sword belongs to us and won't give you a little bit, you know?"

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

Li Fan was moving his body. "So I came in to kill you."

"You, what do you say? A arrogant human!"

"Why, isn't hearing good after death?"

Li Fan taunted rudely, "No more nonsense, I have to see today, who dares to stop me! God blocks God, Buddha blocks **!"

"Stupid! This is the sword grave, the spiritual world, what do you use against us!"

The spirits of these Shangfang swords are dismissive.

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

Li Fan said, and stretched out his right hand.

A black sword slowly condensed in front of him and was held in his hands.

"My spiritual power cannot be used together with Zhenqi. Therefore, the spiritual power is divided. Usually it appears as Mr. Yang, but today, I define it with an extraordinary sword!"

Then, Li Fan stretched out his hand and hit an extraordinary sword.

This is the spiritual world. His mental strength is strong enough to destroy these mischievous bastards!

The extraordinary sword shuddered.

"What are you doing, **** ..."

The spirit's rebuke sounded, and a black thunder had popped from Li Fan's sword, splitting on a statue of the spirit.

"Boom!"

The statue collapsed immediately, the stones kept falling, and fell towards the endless abyss.

"Stop, stop! You are crazy!"

"Stop it, stupid guy!"

The spirits roared angrily.

"Nineteen more."

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