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Li Yi used his shadowless steps and chased after Duan Yanqing frantically. After all, the four evil men had kidnapped his brother. The sound of the wind whistled past his ears, and his heart seemed to be burned by fire. Every step he took was filled with determination and anger.

It was a gloomy afternoon. Li Yi was practicing martial arts in the town's martial arts hall when he suddenly received news that his brother Li Feng had been kidnapped by Duan Yanqing, the leader of the four evil men. Li Yi was immediately struck by lightning, and endless worry and anger surged in his heart. He knew very well how vicious and cruel Duan Yanqing was, and he would never let his brother fall into his hands.

Without any hesitation, Li Yi immediately set off and used the shadowless step that was passed down in his family. As the name suggests, the shadowless step is as fast as the wind and as quick as lightning, making it difficult to catch his whereabouts. Li Yi's figure flashed on the street like a ghost, leaving a trail of afterimages. He passed through the bustling crowd, jumped over many obstacles, and chased in the direction where Duan Yanqing might have fled.

He had only one belief in his heart: to rescue his brother. Along the way, he kept speeding up despite being tired. His clothes were soaked with sweat, but his eyes became more determined. He knew that he could not stop. Once he stopped, his brother's life might be in danger.

After chasing for a long time, Li Yi finally came to a dense forest in the suburbs. The trees here were lush and gloomy, as if there were countless dangers hidden. But Li Yi was not afraid. With his keen perception, he continued to track the clues. Suddenly, he heard a fight coming from the front. He was delighted and quickened his pace.

Pushing aside the dense branches, Li Yi saw Duan Yanqing fighting a group of people. His brother Li Feng was tied to a tree, his face full of fear. Li Yi shouted angrily and rushed into the battle. His shadowless steps shuttled freely among the crowd, and the long sword in his hand stabbed Duan Yanqing like lightning.

Duan Yanqing sneered at this, and swung the steel staff in his hand to fight with Li Yi. The two fought back and forth, and it was hard to tell who was better. Duan Yanqing's martial arts were strong, but Li Yi's heart was full of anger and hatred, and his moves became more and more fierce. On the side, Li Feng kept struggling, trying to break free from the ropes, cheering for his brother.

After a fierce battle, Li Yi gradually gained the upper hand. He found the right time and stabbed Duan Yanqing in the chest. Duan Yanqing dodged in a hurry, but was still scratched on the arm by the tip of the sword. He knew he was no match for Li Yi, so he wanted to escape. But how could Li Yi let him escape so easily? He chased him closely and continued to perform the Shadowless Step.

After chasing for a while, Li Yi finally caught up with Duan Yanqing. He raised his sword and shouted, "Today is the day you die!" Duan Yanqing was terrified and wanted to resist, but it was too late. Li Yi pierced his heart with a sword to avenge his brother.

Li Yi returned to Li Feng and untied the rope for him. The two brothers hugged each other tightly, tears welling up in their eyes. They knew that this experience would become a permanent memory in their hearts and would make them cherish each other's lives even more.

From then on, Li Yi and Li Feng continued to roam the world, doing justice and becoming heroes in people's hearts.

Li Yi stood at the entrance of Qixia Town, looking at the ancient and quiet town in front of him, his heart full of expectation and excitement. The sun shone on the bluestone road, reflecting mottled light and shadow, as if every stone slab was telling the story of the years. The sign of Tongfu Inn swayed gently in the wind, where his target of this trip was - the legendary Thief Saint, he wanted to learn the mysterious sunflower acupuncture hand.

Walking into Tongfu Inn, the lobby was bustling with activity. The diners were chatting and laughing, and the waiters were busy shuttling between them. Li Yi found a corner to sit down, ordered a pot of tea, and waited for the opportunity. After a while, a figure flashed into the inn. The man was thin and his eyes were alert. It was the Thief Saint.

"Boss, give me a pot of good wine!" The voice of the Thief Saint was deep and magnetic. Li Yi was delighted and walked towards him. "Excuse me, are you the Senior Thief Saint?" Li Yi asked respectfully. The Thief Saint looked up, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Who are you? What do you want from me?"

Li Yi quickly introduced himself and explained his purpose, hoping to become the disciple of the Thief Saint and learn the Sunflower Point-Acupuncture Technique. After hearing this, the Thief Saint laughed and said, "The Sunflower Point-Acupuncture Technique is not something that can be learned casually. What skills do you have that would allow me to accept you as my disciple?"

Li Yi was prepared in his heart. He took out a jade pendant from his arms and handed it to the Thief Saint: "This is an heirloom in my family. Although it is not worth a fortune, it represents my sincerity. I hope you can give me some advice."

The thief took the jade pendant and examined it carefully for a moment, with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Since you are so sincere, I will give you a chance. The sunflower acupuncture point-pressing technique emphasizes the use of stillness to control movement and the use of softness to overcome hardness. Have you ever practiced internal energy?"

Li Yi shook his head. The Thief Saint smiled and said, "No problem. Starting tomorrow, come here every morning and I'll teach you the art of breathing. Practice your inner strength first."

In the following days, Li Yi came to the backyard of the inn every morning to practice internal skills with the Thief Saint. The Thief Saint taught him how to regulate his breathing and how to guide the internal force to flow in his body. Li Yi was gifted and made rapid progress. Soon he could feel a warm current flowing in his body.

A month later, the thief began to teach him the basic techniques of the sunflower acupuncture. Li Yi carefully watched every move of the thief and then imitated it. The thief corrected his mistakes from time to time and reminded him to pay attention to the control of strength and the accuracy of acupuncture points.

"Acupuncture is not just a simple touch. It is to concentrate the inner strength on the fingertips and accurately hit the opponent's acupuncture points, making them lose their ability to move." The Thief Saint explained, "You have to remember that each acupuncture point has its own unique function. Don't randomly press it."

Li Yi nodded, his admiration for the Thief Saint growing deeper. He practiced hard every day, and gradually he was able to accurately find the acupuncture points and inject his internal energy into them. After several months of hard work, he was able to skillfully use the Sunflower Acupuncture Point Hand.

One day, a group of robbers came to the inn, led by a burly man. They threatened to hand over all the money in the inn. The Thief Saint was about to take action, but Li Yi volunteered: "Senior, let me try."

The thief saint nodded slightly and stepped aside. Li Yi stepped forward and used the sunflower acupuncture finger he had just learned to instantly press the acupuncture points of several robbers. They fell down one after another and lost their ability to move. The leading man was furious when he saw this and punched Li Yi. Li Yi was not in a hurry, dodged, and then pressed his acupuncture points accurately. The big man also fell down.

The guests in the inn applauded and cheered. The Thief Saint smiled with satisfaction: "You really didn't disappoint me. I have already begun to understand the secrets of the Sunflower Point-Acupuncture Hand."

Li Yi was filled with joy and pride. He knew that what he gained from this journey was not only martial arts, but also a persistence in justice and courage. He bowed deeply to the Thief Saint: "Thank you for your teachings, senior. I will live up to your expectations and carry forward the Sunflower Point-Acupuncture Technique."

In the ancient border town, the wind was filled with sand and the sunset was blood-red, dyeing the sky a strange red. In an open space outside the town, Li Yi held a long sword and stared at Li Xunhuan standing opposite him with a sharp gaze. There was silence all around, only the wind was humming, as if telling of the upcoming life-and-death duel.

The long sword in Li Yi's hand picked up a flying knife, which drew a silver arc in the air, and then with a "ding" sound, it pierced into an old locust tree next to it, trembling slightly. Li Yi raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, looked at the opposite side, and said: "Xiao Li Feidao, it is indeed well-deserved, but it is not so easy to kill me." His voice echoed in the silence, with a bit of calmness and confidence.

Li Xunhuan's expression suddenly became serious, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. As the famous "Little Li Flying Dagger" in the martial arts world, he had never failed, but the Li Yi in front of him made him feel an unprecedented pressure. Li Xunhuan slowly drew out the long knife from his waist, and the blade reflected a cold light. His tone was steady and firm: "Li Yi, the grudge between you and me will be settled today."

The wind and sand became stronger, rolling up the dust on the ground and forming small whirlpools. Li Yi tightened the sword in his hand, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. The entanglement between him and Li Xunhuan originated from a misunderstanding many years ago, and the two have been enemies since then. However, at this critical moment, Li Yi felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart. Perhaps, this duel is not just for grudges, but also to prove his own beliefs and persistence.

The two men confronted each other for a moment, and suddenly, Li Xunhuan moved. His figure was as fast as lightning, and the flying knife in his hand was instantly thrown out, as fast as lightning, straight to Li Yi's throat. Li Yi was well prepared, and with a swing of his long sword, the tip of the sword accurately deflected the flying knife. Then, he flashed and pounced on Li Xunhuan like a ghost, and his long sword drew a series of sharp sword flowers in the air.

Li Xunhuan dodged Li Yi's attack by moving sideways, and at the same time, he quickly counterattacked with the long sword in his hand. The swords and shadows intertwined, making a crisp collision sound. The moves of the two became faster and more fierce, and the air was filled with a strong murderous aura. The crowd of onlookers had already retreated far away, fearing that they would be involved in this thrilling duel.

After fighting for dozens of rounds, the two still couldn't decide the winner. Li Yi was secretly worried. He knew that if he continued like this, he would be exposed sooner or later. So he decided to take a risk and used all his internal strength to swing his sword violently. The sword was as powerful as a rainbow, and he pressed towards Li Xunhuan with overwhelming force.

Li Xunhuan's face was solemn. He felt the power of Li Yi's sword. At this critical moment, a thought flashed through his mind: perhaps, there was no real winner in this duel. So, he gave up resistance, closed his eyes, and prepared to face the fatal sword.

Just as the long sword was about to touch Li Xunhuan's body, Li Yi suddenly stopped the sword. He looked at Li Xunhuan in front of him, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. At this moment, he understood that hatred could not solve any problems, and only by letting go of obsession could he find his true self.

"Let's end the feud between you and me." Li Yi slowly put away his sword and turned to leave. Li Xunhuan opened his eyes and looked at Li Yi's back, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart. He knew that from now on, there would be one less bloody fight in the martial arts world, and one more rare tranquility.

The wind and sand gradually died down, the sun slowly set, and the afterglow sprinkled on the earth, as if bringing this duel to a perfect end.