The boat split, out of fear of the water, Yan Li instinctively grabbed a plank, I don't know if it was lucky or unlucky, the plank he grabbed was just enough to accommodate his body, and barely fell into the sea.

The waves made the plank jolt incessantly, and he trembled and hugged the plank, his brain was already completely knotted, and he couldn't think of a way to deal with it.

"You've let me down so much!"

The man also fell on the plank, as if he was going to deliberately play Yan Li, and his left and right feet deliberately took turns to exert force, making the plank bump even more violently.

Yan Li's breathing became rapid, his brain was dizzy for a while, and the person's boat suddenly appeared in front of him, and he stretched out his hand to paddle in a daze, approaching the boat little by little.

The man seemed to have discovered Yan Li's purpose, and his scorn became even stronger, "You think I'll let you get on my boat?"

Seeing that the last straw was gone, in despair, Yan Li shouted angrily, "This is not a life-and-death duel at all!"

"Then what do you say this is?" the man also became angry for some reason, grabbed Yan Li's collar, and tried to lift him up. However, Yan Li clung to the wooden plank, like iron tongs, and refused to let go at all.

"You're taking advantage of people's danger!" Yan Li roared.

"I'm taking advantage of people's danger?" the man laughed loudly, "have you looked in the mirror?

"Starry sky!" Yan Li's mind slowed back in stiffness for a moment, and one such word flashed.

Isn't that the scene of the first duel?

What is Starry Sky?

Dissecting the heart, the starry sky is a symbol of strength, a realm of freedom, and the end of everything. Just stand on it, and all wishes can be granted.

So what is the starry sky?

The starry sky is naturally a desire.

He then thought of the scene of the second duel, which was a high mountain covered in clouds and mist, and no one could climb it, as long as it was on the top of the mountain, it was the safest place.

It's security, it's the instinct of self-preservation.

Mountains are instinctive.

The scene of the third duel is the sea, and what he fears most is the river and the lake, and there is no doubt that the sea has increased his fear exponentially.

The sea is naturally fearful.

Longing, instinct, fear.

"Don't blame me for being hard pressed by you, taking away your body, and it's also for your good. The man's expression faded.

Yan was shocked, and finally realized that this person who was exactly the same as himself was not an illusion or an illusion, but a real existence.

"You are me, I am you......" he muttered.

"It's over. The man lifted up the cliff and stabbed Yan Li slowly in the back of the heart.

Even if it's a demon, if it's pierced through the heart, it's still going to die.

"I forgive you!"

At the moment when his heart was about to be pierced, Yan Li suddenly said such a sentence.

The man's movements paused, "What did you say?"

"I forgive you. Yan Li's voice sounded extremely sad, "What about killing, what about robbery, what about not knowing water, what if you don't cherish life, what about sacrificing everything for revenge...... I forgive you because you just did what you had to do and you have a clear conscience......"

The man's expression softened, "You understand?"

"I see. Yan Lidao.

"Good. The man smiled happily and disappeared without a trace.

Yes, why do you always think about overcoming yourself? Forgiving yourself is the hardest thing.

The scene in front of him changed rapidly, Yan Li suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that he was still in that small room, the light on the stone ball under his palm gradually dimmed, and the small door slowly opened at this time.

The bright sunlight shone in from the outside, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to block it.

Slowly walked out of the small door, the small room behind him immediately disappeared, and he found that he came to a place similar to a martial arts arena, he was the only one in the whole venue, but the surrounding platform was already crowded with people at some point, and after a cursory look, there were about three or four thousand people.

These people had different looks, either jealousy, envy, disdain, or approval, but they all stood quietly without exception, without making a sound, so that Yan Li could enjoy the time of the victor.

Among them, there are many familiar faces.

There was no time when the focus would be more blazing than it was now, because he was the only swordsman among the 100,000 trialists who had broken through the four realms and came to this Sword Ping.

It's really one out of 100,000 miles.

"Young man, I see that your bones are strange, your instruments are magnificent, your wisdom is not shallow, you are different from ordinary people, and you are a one-of-a-kind cultivation genius. The old man is lacking a successor, how about worshipping the old man as a teacher?"

At this time, a ragged and unkempt old man came out of nowhere, pressed Yan Li's shoulder, as if a hunter had seen a peerless delicacy, his eyes were shining, "I talk about sword peaks, I respect sword moves, as long as you carve day and night, when you become a sword, the sword moves in all directions, and the world is ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sad and indignant voice, "Master, didn't you say that I am the heir to the mantle?"

Yan Li turned his head to take a look, and found that it was the night wave.

Behind Ye Xiaolang, there was a group of Sword Court disciples who were obviously not casual cultivators, but they were still dressed very casually, and when they heard Ye Xiaolang's words, they all rolled their eyes there, and said in unison: "Come on, when we worshiped the Sword Peak back then, which one was not the 'heir to the mantle'?"

"Shut up!" the old man blew his beard and glared at the group of people, "If you break through the four realms like him, Lao Tzu will not say that the mantle will be passed on, but you can wash your feet and beat your back!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately wilted.

"Lu Wuzhang, when are you going to lose face in front of the juniors?" At this time, a sword light fell from the sky, revealing Ye Qinglan's figure.

"Ahem!" The old man suddenly became serious when he saw the arrival, "It turned out to be Senior Sister Lan, I heard rumors for my brother a long time ago, this young man is the ...... you helped Tibetan Sword Peak find."

"So what?" said Yeqinglan.

The old man leaned in and whispered, "Lan Lan, why don't you help find one for your brother?"

"Get out!" Ye Qinglan flew up and kicked her head away, "Hurry up and get things done, I'll take the people away." With that, he turned into light and disappeared without a trace.

The old man suddenly became excited, and beckoned to Ye Xiaolang, "I have entrusted you with a heavy responsibility for the teacher." ”

Ye Xiaolang walked over and said with a grudge on his face: "The master should hand over the heavy responsibility to your 'heir to the mantle'." ”

"Less nonsense!" the old man knocked on the night wave, "Together with your senior brothers, register them and send them according to the quota requested by each peak." - By the way, which one is called Yan Wushuang?"

A young man in a brocade dress wearing a mask immediately stood out from the crowd.

The old man glanced at it, and said with a lack of interest: "You were named by Tianjian Peak, let's go with the old man." ”

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