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Li Xiangyi felt a pain in his heart. Shan Gudao had been completely blinded by hatred and jealousy. He looked at Shan Gudao with eyes full of disappointment and heartache. The sword in his hand paused slightly, but Shan Gudao seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the chest.

Li Xiangyi quickly dodged to the side, and the tip of the sword brushed past his clothes, leaving a shallow cut.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, but more of it was heartache. He looked at Shan Gudao, his senior brother who had practiced sword with him and roamed the world with him, but now he had become like this. His heart was filled with sadness.

If this continues, Shan Gu Dao will only sink deeper and deeper. He must stop him. Li Xiangyi's eyes focused, and the sword in his hand shook slightly, and the sword body made a crisp sound. He stopped passively defending and began to attack actively. The sword light was like lightning, and with a fierce momentum, he attacked Shan Gu Dao.

He didn't intend to kill him, he just wanted to force Shan Gudao to retreat and calm him down.

Swords clashed, their figures shifting in the moonlight. Every collision produced a sharp metallic clang, sparks flew, and the air was thick with murderous intent. Fang Duobing and Qiao Wanwan stood in the distance, nervously watching the two men in the arena. They knew this was a duel between brothers, but also a battle of the souls.

Li Xiangyi's swordsmanship became faster and faster, and he had completely gained the upper hand. Shan Gudao's sword moves began to become messy. He kept waving the sword in his hand, but could not touch the corner of Li Xiangyi's clothes.

The rage in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and he roared, wanting to tear Li Xiangyi into pieces. Li Xiangyi looked at Shan Gudao, his eyes filled with pain. The sword in his hand paused slightly, and the tip of the sword pointed to the ground. This battle must end as soon as possible.

"Senior brother, you are no match for me, stop." Li Xiangyi persuaded again, his voice with a hint of fatigue. He really didn't want to see his senior brother continue to degenerate.

"No, I won't stop! I will kill you and take back everything that belongs to me!" Shan Gudao's eyes were full of madness, and the sword in his hand slashed towards Li Xiangyi even more frantically.

Li Xiangyi shook his head helplessly. He knew that Shan Gudao had completely lost his mind and he could only subdue him by force.

Li Xiangyi was no longer on the defensive. The sword in his hand suddenly increased in speed, and the sword light was like a flash of lightning, instantly cutting through the air.

Shan Gudao had no time to react before the sword in his hand was knocked away by Li Xiangyi and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Shan Gudao stood there in a daze. He looked at his empty hands, his eyes full of disbelief. He actually lost, lost to Li Xiangyi, whom he had always envied.

Li Xiangyi did not pursue the victory. He retracted his sword and looked at Shan Gudao quietly, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Senior brother, you lost." Li Xiangyi's voice was very soft, but with a hint of helplessness. He didn't want to see his senior brother become like this.

Shan Gudao looked at Li Xiangyi with his eyes full of unwillingness. He could not accept the fact that he had lost to Li Xiangyi.

"Why, why are you always better than me?" Shan Gudao's voice was filled with despair. He felt that his life was a joke.

"Senior brother, I am not stronger than you, it's just that you are blinded by hatred." Li Xiangyi tried to explain. He hoped that Shan Gudao could understand that there was no deep hatred between them.

"No, you are better than me. You have been better than me since childhood. Master and mistress both like you. You are better than me in everything!" Shan Gudao's emotions got out of control again. He roared, as if accusing fate of being unfair.

Li Xiangyi looked at Shan Gudao with sadness in his eyes. He knew that Shan Gudao's heart had been completely twisted by hatred.

"Brother, do you still remember the introductory sword techniques that our master taught us?" Li Xiangyi suddenly asked. His voice was calm, as if he was recalling something beautiful.

Shan Gudao was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Li Xiangyi to suddenly mention this. He looked at Li Xiangyi in a daze.

"We have been practicing sword together since we were young. Do you still remember the first set of sword techniques that our master taught us?" Li Xiangyi asked again, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Shan Gudao fell silent. He recalled his childhood when he and Li Xiangyi practiced sword together under the guidance of their master. At that time, they were carefree and were the best of brothers.

Li Xiangyi didn't say anything else. The sword in his hand danced slowly, and he performed the same sword technique that they learned when they first started. The sword technique was simple and plain, but it contained infinite mysteries.

Shan Gudao looked at Li Xiangyi's swordsmanship with shock in his eyes. He felt as if he had returned to his childhood, to that carefree time.

Li Xiangyi's swordsmanship became faster and faster, and every move and every style was full of power. Shan Gudao looked at Li Xiangyi's swordsmanship and seemed to see the figure of his master.

Suddenly, Li Xiangyi's sword stopped, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Shan Gudao's throat. Shan Gudao looked at the sword tip so close to him, his eyes full of despair.

"Brother, you lost. I defeated you using the introductory sword technique that our master taught us." Li Xiangyi's voice was very soft, but with a hint of sadness. He didn't want to hurt his brother.

Shan Gudao looked at Li Xiangyi with his eyes filled with complicated emotions. He didn't know what to say. He felt that his life was a joke.

"Why, why don't you kill me?" Shan Gudao's voice trembled slightly. He couldn't understand Li Xiangyi's actions.

Li Xiangyi's eyes were red, and he looked at Shan Gudao with eyes full of pain.

"Senior brother, how could I kill you? We grew up together, how could I bear it?" Li Xiangyi's voice was choked with sobs. He couldn't imagine himself killing his senior brother.

"Brother, turn back and don't go on." Li Xiangyi persuaded again. He hoped that Shan Gudao could let go of his hatred and start over.

Shan Gudao looked at Li Xiangyi with confusion in his eyes. He didn't know what to do. He felt that his life was a complete failure.

He suddenly picked up the sword on the ground, pointed the tip of the sword at his neck, and his eyes were full of despair.

"Senior brother, don't!" Li Xiangyi exclaimed. He wanted to stop Shan Gudao, but it was too late.

Shan Gudao's sword quickly slashed across his neck, blood gushed out, and he slowly fell to the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Li Xiangyi looked at Shan Gudao lying in a pool of blood, his eyes filled with pain. He could not accept that his senior brother died in front of him.

Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng rushed over. They looked at Shan Gudao lying in a pool of blood, their eyes filled with shock and sadness.

Qiao Wanwan also came over. She looked at Li Xiangyi with eyes full of heartache. She knew that Li Xiangyi must be very sad.

Li Xiangyi knelt beside Shan Gudao, gently stroking his face, his eyes full of sadness and helplessness.

"Senior brother, why are you so stupid? Why don't you listen to my advice?" Li Xiangyi's voice was choked with sobs. He couldn't accept that his senior brother left him like this.