Fan Li looked very relaxed when she wielded the sword, but no one knew what she had experienced in that short period of time.

She seemed to be still on the stage, but in fact her soul was already in another vast world.

The image of Wuxiang swinging his sword in the heavy snow appeared in my mind.

This is the memory of Wuxiang that Fan Li saw when he accepted the inheritance.

It felt like Wuxiang was standing beside her and teaching her personally.

But no matter how hard she tried, even if her movements perfectly matched Wuxiang's, she was unable to wield the sword.

After ninety-nine and eighty-one strikes, Fan Li failed.

Fan Li was unwilling to accept this.

She refused to give up this precious opportunity.

It was at that moment that the voice of Wuxiang rang out between heaven and earth.

He asked:

"Fan Li, do you think you have talent?"

Fan Li gripped the hilt of the knife tightly and said calmly and confidently, "Of course."

It took her less than three years to build her foundation and form her elixir. Is there anyone else in the world who can do that?

Wu Xiang mercilessly poured a basin of cold water on him: "Then why can't you comprehend the sword's meaning?"

Fan Li said: "Maybe, my understanding is not enough."

Wu Xiang: “You are doubting yourself.”

Fan Li didn't want to admit it, but repeated failures did make her doubt.

Fan Li said shamelessly: "Please help me."

Wu Xiang smiled and said, "I can't help you."

Fan Li pursed her lips: "I know. I'm still not as good as you."

"Hey, where did your arrogance just now go?" Wuxiang's voice came closer, with a playful tone.

Fan Li ignored him and continued swinging his knife.

She felt it was just a little bit short.

Wu Xiang yawned and said leisurely: "Even if you swing the sword ten thousand times, you will never be able to comprehend the sword's meaning."

Fan Li paused, took a breath, and said in a somewhat impolite tone: "Did you come out specially to attack me?"

Wu Xiang said: "If your character is so fragile, I don't care whether you live or die."

Fan Li stood straight, his eyes clear and bright: "Stop playing around, I know you are here to help me."

Wu Xiang chuckled again, and then said slowly: "I wonder if you remember that I once said that it was Wuqing Dao who chose you."

Fan Li: "Of course I remember."

"Then, let me ask you, have you chosen the ruthless path?"

Fan Li frowned slightly, "I have already practiced the ruthless way, doesn't this count?"

"No." It seemed as if one could see Wuxiang shaking his head.

At this moment, Fan Li felt someone tapping his heart gently.

"You practice the ruthless way because it chose you, but your heart has not yet fully accepted it."

Fan Li seemed to understand but not quite.

Wuxiang did not continue to explain.

Suddenly, a slight fluctuation of spiritual power appeared.

Fan Li's expression changed slightly and he clenched his fingers.

Su Muqing, Gu Xingyuan, Shen Rong... the six senior brothers who used to be with her day and night appeared in front of her and surrounded her.

Su Muqing frowned, looked at her with disgust, and scolded: "Ali, why are you so ignorant? Junior Sister is not in good health, why do you care about her?"

Gu Xingyuan extended his hand to her and said, "You are the senior sister, so you should give in to the junior sister in everything. Don't just stand there, return all the pills I gave you. The junior sister needs you more than you do."

Fan Li shifted his gaze to Shen Rong's face.

Shen Rong said hatefully, "You have snatched so much favor from Junior Sister, why are you still not satisfied?"

Han Shouyu's eyes were red: "It's all your fault. You made Xuanji Peak a mess. Your existence is a mistake!"

Lin Zichen held a yellow talisman and said viciously: "Xiao Qi, your edges are too sharp. Let my senior brother teach you how to be a good person."

Ouyang Jin played with the flute in his hand and said with a smile: "Are you satisfied with the nightmare that Senior Brother created for you? Remember, if you make Junior Sister sad again, I will make you live a life worse than death."

Fan Li's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

She closed her eyes.

But their ugly faces still linger.

So Fan Li slashed Su Muqing with a knife.

Su Muqing's scolding stopped abruptly, and he could hardly look at her confidently.

Fan Li didn't even look at him, drew out his knife, and swung the second knife without hesitation, and Gu Xingyuan also fell down.

Then came the third and fourth strikes...Fan Li killed them.

The ears are finally pure.

Only then did she open her eyes.

Seeing the six brothers whom he once regarded as his closest relatives lying in a pool of blood, dying with their eyes open, Fan Li's eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.

"Xiao Qi, is this how your teacher taught you?"

Master Yunmeng's cold voice sounded behind him.

Fan Li turned around, and bright red blood slid down the tip of the knife and fell to the ground.

She raised her eyes to look at Master Yunmeng, with a cold look in her eyes.

Song Xixi's head popped out from behind Master Yunmeng and smiled at her proudly.

Fan Li also sneered: "I almost forgot about you."

She swung the knife again, but Master Yunmeng easily caught it.

"Fan Li, do you really want to betray your master and ancestors? You will bear the infamy for the rest of your life." Master Yunmeng's voice was filled with endless chill.

"I shouldn't have saved you in the first place."

Fan Li narrowed his eyes slightly, "Our relationship as master and disciple has ended. I have already repaid my debt of life to you!"

After saying this, he mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, pushed the knife forward with force, and inserted it into Master Yunmeng's chest.

Yunmeng Zhenren's face changed, and Fan Li sneered: "Being dishonorable to the master and destroying the ancestors, I have wanted to do this for a long time."

Master Yunmeng fell to the ground.

Song Xixi screamed and ran away.

Even though she knew that this was just her inner demon, Fan Li still felt a sense of pleasure.

She raised her hand and clenched it, and Song Xixi was sucked in by a force and fell into Fan Li's palm in an instant.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Song Xixi said viciously: "You killed me, which means you still care about them in your heart. Because you hate them! Hatred will make them linger in your heart!"

"In this way, doesn't it go against the ruthless path?" Song Xixi laughed out loud.

"And I, will haunt you forever like a nightmare! Fan Li, you will never achieve great success in your life!"

Faced with the provocation of his old enemy, Fan Li remained indifferent and cut Song Xixi's neck without hesitation.

"Noisy."

She threw "Song Xixi" aside.

The inner demon is nothing more than this.

If it was her inner demons that prevented her from understanding the sword, then by now, she should have cleared all obstacles...

Suddenly, an extremely familiar figure came into Fan Li's sight.

Fan Li's breathing stagnated and his mind was dazed for a moment.

Because she saw herself.

To be precise, it was my past self.

She squatted in a dark corner, wounded and huddled up, with her little face buried in her knees, her eyes red and swollen, as if she had just cried.

Fan Li hesitated for a moment and walked over slowly.

"Fan Li" seemed to have noticed something. She looked up at her and spoke weakly:

"What did I do wrong? Why don't they like me?"

Fan Li looked at himself like this and finally felt suffocated.

It turns out that this is her real inner demon.

A real obstacle.

Fan Li said nothing. She raised the knife with difficulty and was about to bring it down.

"Will they be satisfied if I die?"

The tip of the knife was suspended above his head and stopped.

"Don't be like this..." Fan Li's voice trembled slightly.

The other side of him grabbed her knife, wishing for death.

"Just kill me. My existence is a mistake! As long as I die, Master and my fellow brothers will forgive me!"

Fan Li was startled and instinctively dropped the knife.

Then she squatted on the ground, gasping for breath, and before she knew it, she was covered in cold sweat.

"Why don't you dare to do it?"

The inner demon's tone became cold and full of sarcasm.

"You're a coward."

Fan Li's eyes gradually turned red.

The inner demon smiled and said, "I knew you didn't dare to face yourself. Coward!"

Fan Li's veins popped up and he looked up at the other person.

Now it was the inner demon's turn to stand up and look down at her.

Fan Li raised one hand and tried to hold the knife again.

However, she discovered that the knife was missing!

The inner demon looked at her calmly, as if saying: Without the knife, let me see what you can do now.

"Useless thing, I'm leaving." The inner demon turned and left.

Fan Li stood up with difficulty.

His voice was a little hoarse: "Stop."

The inner demon ignored her and walked further and further away.

Fan Li gritted his teeth and calmed down.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and simply sat there meditating.

The inner demon was stunned, turned around and looked at her in confusion, tilting his head.

Then he sneered and continued walking forward.

Just took a few steps.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my chest.

The inner demon was horrified and looked down in disbelief, only to see a sharp knife piercing through him.

"How is it possible..."

The inner demon's body gradually dissipated, and she said unwillingly: "You don't have a knife, how can you kill me!"

Fan Li was still meditating in the same place, but a lotus seat had suddenly appeared beneath her.

She slowly opened her eyes, a gleam of light shining brightly in them.

The whole body temperament changed suddenly, like moon and water.

The inner demon let out a final scream of unwillingness before being completely wiped out.

Fan Li looked up at the sky and slowly opened his lips:

"Because, this is my sword intention."

Fan Li defeated his inner demon.

The bodies of Su Muqing and others were blown away by a gust of wind.

She was the only one left in the world again. It seemed like she was in endless loneliness, but Fan Li's vision seemed to encompass everything in the world. She saw the mountains rising and falling in the distance, and also saw the flowers and trees that withered and flourished year after year...

The determination of the Tao heart is so strong that it cannot be shaken even if the mountains collapse and the earth breaks.

"Thank you." Fan Li said in his heart.

The sword intent is Wuxiang’s last gift.

Then she opened her eyes and returned to Jianmen Sect.

She treated it as nothing and wielded her own sword...