The boat split. Out of fear of the water, Yan Li instinctively grabbed onto a piece of wood. He didn't know if he was lucky or unlucky, but the piece of wood he grabbed was just big enough to hold his body, so he barely didn't fall into the sea.
The waves made the board shake continuously. His whole body trembled as he hugged onto the board. His mind was completely in a state of knots, and he couldn't think of a way to deal with it.
"You disappoint me!"
The man also landed on the board. As if he was deliberately playing with Yan Li, he deliberately exerted force with his left and right feet to make the board shake more violently.
Yan Li's breathing became rapid, and he felt dizzy. Suddenly, the man's boat appeared in front of him. He reached out to paddle the water in a daze, and got closer to the boat little by little.
The man seemed to have discovered Yan Li's purpose, and his mocking expression became more intense. "Do you think I will let you sit on my boat?" With that said, he raised his sword and slashed, and the boat also broke into pieces.
Seeing that the last straw of hope was gone, in despair, Yan Li shouted in grief and indignation, "This is not a duel of life and death!"
"Then what do you think this is?" For some reason, the man also became angry. He grabbed Yan Li's collar and tried to lift him up. However, Yan Li hugged the board tightly, like a pair of iron pincers, and refused to let go at all.
"You are taking advantage of people's difficulties!" Yan Li roared angrily.
"I am taking advantage of people's difficulties?" The man laughed harshly. "Have you looked in the mirror? With your current conduct, you still want to stand on the starry sky, and you still want revenge? "
"Starry sky!" Yan Li's stiff brain recovered for a moment, and such a word flashed in his mind.
Wasn't that the scene of the first duel?
What was the starry sky?
Dissecting the heart, the starry sky was the symbol of power, the realm of freedom, and the end of everything. As long as one stood on it, all his wishes could be fulfilled.
Then what was the starry sky?
The starry sky was naturally a desire.
He then thought of the scene of the second duel. It was a high mountain surrounded by clouds and mist, and no one could climb it. As long as one was on the top, it was the safest place.
This was safety, and this was the instinct of self-protection.
High mountains were naturally instinctive.
The setting for the third duel was the sea. Normally, he was most afraid of rivers and lakes. Without a doubt, the sea increased his fear by several times.
The sea was naturally afraid.
Desire, instinct, fear.
"Don't blame me for forcing you. I took your body for your own good." That person's expression gradually became calm.
Yan Li was shocked. He finally understood that this person who looked exactly like him was not an illusion or an illusion. He really existed.
"You are me, I am you …" he murmured.
"It's over." That person raised Leaving Cliff and slowly stabbed down towards Yan Li's back.
Even the Devil Race would die if their hearts were pierced.
"I forgive you!"
Just as his heart was about to be pierced, Yan Li suddenly said such a sentence.
The man froze. "What did you say?"
"I forgive you." Yan Li's voice sounded incomparably sad. "So what if you killed someone, so what if you robbed someone, so what if you didn't know how to swim, so what if you didn't cherish your life, so what if you sacrificed everything for revenge … I forgive you because you only did what you should do. You have a clear conscience …"
That person's expression gradually softened. "Do you understand?"
"I understand." Yan Li said.
"Good." That person smiled cheerfully and disappeared without a trace.
Yes, why did he always want to defeat himself? Forgiving himself was the most difficult thing.
The scene in front of him quickly changed. Yan Li suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was still in that small room. The light on the stone ball under his palm gradually dimmed, and the small door also slowly opened.
The bright sunlight shone in from the outside, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to block it.
He slowly walked out of the small door, and the small room behind him immediately disappeared. He found that he had come to a place similar to a martial arts arena. He was the only one in the arena, but the surrounding platforms were already crowded with people. Roughly looking around, there were about three or four thousand people.
These people all had different expressions. Some were jealous, some were envious, some were disdainful, and some were praising him. But without exception, they all stood quietly and didn't make a sound, so that Yan Li could enjoy the time of a victor.
Among them, there were many familiar faces.
There had never been a time when the focus was more intense than now, because he was the only swordsman among the one hundred thousand challengers who had passed through the four realms and arrived at the Sword Discourse Square.
He really could be called one in a hundred thousand.
"Young man, I see that your bones are clear, your bearing is dignified, and your root of wisdom is not shallow. You are different from ordinary people. You are a one in a million cultivation genius. I just happen to be lacking a successor. How about you take me as your master? "
At this moment, an old man in ragged and slovenly clothes appeared out of nowhere. He pressed down on Yan Li's shoulder, and his eyes shone like a hunter who had seen a peerless delicacy. "My Sword Discourse Peak specializes in sword techniques. As long as you carve day and night, and when you master it, your sword will shake the world …"
He hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted by a sorrowful and indignant voice. "Master, didn't we agree that I was the successor?"
Yan Li turned his head to look, and discovered that it was Ye Xiaolang.
Behind Ye Xiaolang stood a group of disciples from the Court Of Sword who were obviously not independent cultivators, but they were still dressed very casually. When they heard Ye Xiaolang's words, all of them rolled their eyes and said in unison, "Come on, when we entered the Sword Discourse Peak, which one of us wasn't a 'successor'?"
"Shut up!" The old man blew his beard and glared at the group of people. "If you guys were like him and passed through the four realms, not to mention passing on my legacy, I would even wash your feet and massage your backs!"
As soon as he said this, they immediately became listless.
"Lu Wuzhang, how long are you going to lose face in front of the younger generation?" At this moment, a sword light fell from the sky, and Ye Qinglan's figure appeared.
"Ahem!" When the old man saw the person, he instantly became serious. "It turns out to be Junior Sister Lan. I've heard the rumor that this young man was found by you for Cangjian Peak …"
"So what?" Ye Qinglan said.
The old man approached and whispered, "Lanlan, why don't you help me find one too?"
"Get lost!" Ye Qinglan kicked the old man away. "Hurry up and finish the task. I'll take him away." After saying this, he turned into a light and disappeared with Yan Li.
The old man suddenly lost interest and waved at Ye Xiaolang. "I give you an important task."
Ye Xiaolang walked over and said with a bitter face, "Master, you'd better give the important task to your 'successor'."
"Cut the crap!" The old man knocked Ye Xiaolang. "Together with your senior fellow apprentices, make a list for them, and distribute them according to the quota requested by each peak. — By the way, which one is called Yan Wushuang? "
A young man in brocade clothes wearing a mask stood out from the crowd.
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