At this moment, a person identical to Xue Fanxin appeared on the 91st step. Be it aura or temperament, they were all the same. Even the Xue You Sword in her hand was the same. It was as if she was looking in a mirror, unable to tell if she was real or fake.
Xue Fanxin looked at the identical version of herself in front of her. Coupled with what she knew and heard, she could roughly guess the conditions for clearing this staircase: That was to kill her other self.
She had seen too many such conditions on television or in books, so the key to breaking through was not to fight head-on, but to rely on skills to win.
Everyone was unique. There was only one Xue You Sword. It was impossible for the fake Xue You Sword to win against the real Xue You Sword, so the simplest method was to fight with the sword.
Xue Fanxin took out her Xue You Sword and gathered all her strength to rush forward to slash.
