But just as this ripple spread through Jellyfish Yin Ji and the others, an indescribable feeling of palpitation arose within them.

At that moment, both Jellyfish Yin Ji and Wanwan and the others had a peculiar feeling.

The feeling was like a toddler standing at the foot of a towering mountain for the first time, looking down at the mountain, and suddenly feeling a sense of insignificance.

Immediately afterwards, whether it was Jellyfish Yin Ji or Wanwan and the others, they all felt the sword intent within their bodies spontaneously flowing out from their middle dantian, as if it wanted to rush into their bodies.

In response, Jellyfish Yin Ji and the others quickly circulated their true energy to suppress the sword intent within their bodies.

But the next second, accompanied by the sound of several longswords being drawn from their sheaths and several flashes of snow light, the longswords placed in the room of the group were drawn on their own and landed in the courtyard, stuck in the ground.

At the same time, the sword hilt tilted slightly towards Chu Qinghe's position, as if it were bowing.

And this phenomenon continued to spread as the ripples emanating from Chu Qinghe's body expanded.

In just a few breaths, the ripple spread and its influence reached the entire Yushui City.

Consequently, all the swordsmen in Yushui City were astonished to find their longswords inexplicably unsheathed and tilted in a certain direction.

Shenjian Manor, located in a thatched hut on the back mountain, Xie Xiaofeng was sitting cross-legged on the bed. As his true essence circulated within his body, a Tai Chi pattern condensed in front of him, absorbing and refining the surrounding power of heaven and earth.

The method used is exactly the same as the method taught by Zhang Sanfeng on Wudang Mountain.

However, at that moment, a gentle breeze suddenly swept through the room.

"bass"

"bass"

The next second, two sword cries rang out, and with a flash of cold light, two longswords on the shelf inside the hut were drawn from their sheaths and passed through the wooden door to land outside.

Xie Xiaofeng, who was also being caressed by this gentle breeze, suddenly shuddered and then quickly opened his eyes.

He used his movement technique to dodge outside and face west.

Feeling the restless sword intent within his body, which seemed to want to burst forth, and the indescribable pressure within him, Xie Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes slightly. The first thing that came to his mind was Chu Qinghe, who had appeared on Wudang Mountain that day.

"Just a mere aura was enough to make my sword intent and the swords I wear, as well as Yan Shisan's, feel like we were returning to our origins. Just what level has his swordsmanship reached?"

Aoxue Mountain Villa.

In a very large open space, Ximen Chuixue held a sword in his right hand.

As the sword light flashed, the surroundings were filled with white snow formed from the sword's intent.

The swirling snow made the place where swords were practiced hazy and indistinct, and only the figures of people constantly wielding swords could be vaguely seen amidst the falling snow.

Just then, a peculiar ripple spread across Aoxue Manor like waves on water.

In an instant, the snow that had been falling all around stopped abruptly.

Then, to Ximen Chuixue's astonishment, the snowflakes in the air suddenly stopped, as if they had frozen in place.

At the same time, the sword intent within Ximen Chuixue's body uncontrollably emanated out, and the long sword in his hand instantly broke free from Ximen Chuixue's grasp and was stuck into the ground, with the hilt pointing diagonally to the west.

The undulating blade gave Ximen Chuixue a sense of reverence.

Taking in this change, Ximen Chuixue's eyes narrowed, and he looked up to the west, his mind racing with thoughts.

A few breaths later, Ximen Chuixue flashed to the side of the longsword, actively circulated his internal energy and sword intent, raised his hand, and tried to resist the pressure inside his body to forcibly draw his sword.

But just as Ximen Chuixue raised his hand and reached for the hilt of the sword stuck in front of him, the Sword Intent of Proud Snow within Ximen Chuixue showed a strong sense of resistance.

Even Ximen Chuixue felt an indescribable feeling that prompted him to abandon his current thoughts.

For decades, Ximen Chuixue never imagined that he would one day have to contend with his own body.

Despite his inner resistance, Ximen Chuixue's hand, though slow, remained resolute as he reached for the sword hilt.

Ten breaths later, as Ximen Chuixue's hand touched the hilt of the sword, he roared and pulled the longsword from the ground with all his might.

When the sword was back in his hand, Ximen Chuixue, who had now entered the Grandmaster realm, couldn't help but gasp for breath.

But after regaining his grip on the longsword, Ximen Chuixue felt a sense of clarity in his mind. The sword intent within him and even the longsword in his hand returned to normal, without the previous agitation.

After closing his eyes and contemplating this matter, Ximen Chuixue opened his eyes again and looked westward.

The moment his gaze shifted to the west, a handsome face appeared in Ximen Chuixue's mind.

"His mere aura is enough to make my sword heart tremble, my sword intent, and even my longsword lose control. Could it be him who emitted this aura?"

The same scene kept happening throughout the Ming Dynasty.

With the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, the aura emanating from Chu Qinghe's body spread throughout the entire land of Kyushu.

Ordinary swordsmen are only surprised that their swords have suddenly gone out of control, but the higher their cultivation and the stronger they are, the more they can sense the problem.

The Great Song Dynasty.

The Imperial Palace.

Feeling the restlessness of the sword intent within his body, Dongfang Bubai, dressed in a dragon robe and holding a writing brush, sat before the dragon desk and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the Ming Dynasty, a smile appearing on his lips.

"Another breakthrough?"

After a soft murmur, Dongfang Bubai lowered his head again to look at the memorial in front of him.

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