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Every single streak of sword-light was filled with terrifying power.

"Buzz buzz!"

Sword light overflowed into the heavens. It was as if a powerful wind and thunder could cut through the void and break through space.

The sword aura was sharp and gorgeous, dazzling and deadly. It interweaved densely and instantly enveloped Ye Feng.

Ye Feng's face was full of shock. At that instant, he discovered that the sword rays enveloped down and every single sword ray was invincible. With wind and thunder, he had no way of dodging them.

"Without a sword in your hand, with a sword in your heart, you have already stepped into the Dao of Sword Heart that Master spoke of!"

At this moment, Ye Feng remembered something.

His master had once mentioned to him that above the Sword Intent, there was also a type of Sword Heart Dao that all sword practitioners yearned to comprehend in their dreams.

The Dao of the Sword. To be able to wield no sword at all, and to have a sword in his heart.

Using his heart as a sword and being able to become a sword, he could truly destroy everything.

The young man in front of him was around the same age as him, and had actually reached the level his master had described. That was a realm above the Sword Intent, how could this not cause him to be shocked!

The terrifying rays of sword light enveloped him and Ye Feng was deeply stuck within it. He had no way of dodging it.

In an instant, an aura of death crawled out from the depths of Ye Feng's soul.

"To hear of the Dao is to die with no regrets!"

But at this moment, Ye Feng felt that even if he died, it wouldn't matter anymore.

At least, he had personally experienced the kind of realm that his master spoke of.

"What does it mean to be a Sword Intent, to have a sword as an object, to have one's will as a realm, to have one's wish as a direction, to have one's heart as a heart. A sword is invincible, to have no sword in sight, to have a sword in one's heart, it is a Sword Intent.

Along with the voice that entered Ye Feng's ears, the thunder sword aura in front of him suddenly changed, and a large area of sword aura began to fluctuate.

Following that, Ye Feng saw countless sword lights instantly condensing into the youth's figure.

At this moment, the young person's figure was like a monstrous killing sword, containing a particular rhythm, as though it could resonate with the heavens and earth.

At this moment, Ye Feng's eyes trembled and the treasured sword in his hand vibrated non-stop.

The sword in his hand is only an extension of the Sword Intent. Everything comes from the heart, the heart and the sword merge together, and the heart is the source of the sword. The heart of the sword is the heart of the sword, and the sword in the heart is the true source of the sword.

When Ye Feng finished his sentence, the scene in front of him disappeared.

The sword in his hand stopped trembling and screaming. However, at that moment, Ye Feng's eyes seemed to have turned into sword lights. They were completely motionless, as if he was immersed in some sort of state.

Nearby, in Du Lingwei's arms, Du Xiaogui's eyes widened as shock gushed out of her eyes.

No one had noticed that the eyes of a tiny black ant beside Du Lingwei's feet were also filled with amazement and disbelief as it murmured, "Master's swordsmanship is too terrifying!"

The corner of his mouth lifted into a faint smile. There was a hint of admiration in his eyes as he said softly, "How much you can comprehend will depend on your own comprehension."

With that, Du Shaomu looked back at Du Lingwei and said, "Lingwei, wait for me here. You can't disturb this little brother."

"Alright."

Du Lingwei nodded, her large eyes blinking as if she was also pondering something.

Then, Du Shaomu looked into the courtyard and walked in.1

"Elder Brother Mu's sword just became so powerful."

Watching Du Shaomu walk into the yard, Du Lingwei acted as if she didn't see him. Her big eyes seemed to be thinking about something.

After that, Du Lingwei put down Du Xiaogui in her arms and went to a corner of the plaza to find a tree branch. Her hands trembled as she imitated Du Shaomu's actions just now.

Du Lingwei's gestures were very impressive. She pouted and said, "I want to learn martial arts too. I want to become a powerful martial artist too. I want to protect grandpa, sister, Elder Brother Dazhuang, Sister Qing, Brother Du Yu …"

A little girl was holding a tree branch as she gestured at it. She looked unfamiliar and adorable.

However, he could tell with a glance that this was only a little girl playing around.

It was just that at this moment, only Du Xiaogui's black eyes revealed a look of disbelief, he was completely shocked, his heart was filled with disbelief, and he said in shock: "How is this possible, how is this possible, how can this girl comprehend so quickly …"

"… …"

When Du Shaomu stepped into the Broken Peak Mountain courtyard, the scene in front of him instantly changed greatly, as if he had appeared in a boundless and dense forest.

Trees towered everywhere, the surroundings were dark and gloomy, the air was dark and gloomy, and the fog was heavy.

"Aooo …"

Not long after, there was a low roar that seemed to come from the depths of hell, causing one's heart to tremble and their hair to stand on end.

At this moment, in the depths of the forest, there was a green clothed girl around seventeen or eighteen years old who was currently comprehending something.

The young girl's long hair and snow-white skin were like white jade, suffused with a sparkling luster. Her hands constantly formed seals that flickered with light, before her eyes turned serious and focused.

Du Shaomu appeared behind the girl in cyan. Looking at the girl's age, he was slightly surprised.

The girl was immersed in it and was trying to think of something. It was as if she didn't notice Du Shaomu's existence.

Du Shaomu watched the scene quietly with great interest.

The girl's hand seals continued to condense, causing light to flash about. However, there wasn't much of a reaction when it landed in front of her as her brows once again grew serious.

"Miss, did you manage to comprehend anything?"

After a long while, Du Shaomu finally spoke.

She turned around and was about to speak when she saw that it was only a fifteen or sixteen year old boy in front of her. She couldn't help but look at him with a strange gaze, and asked: "Are you a disciple of Carefree Sect, also trapped in this formation?"

"I guess so …"

Du Shaomu replied. He himself could first be considered a disciple of Carefree Sect, but he was not stuck inside the formation.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Du Shaomu was also a little surprised. This girl was very beautiful, with an exquisite face that was so beautiful that it could topple cities, and especially her pair of bright eyes that would make anyone who looked at it feel astonished. It was as if their eyes were fixated on the magnificent galaxy.

This formation seems to have something to do with the Eight Trigrams, and contains the image of nine palaces. Luckily, this formation only opened part of it, and doesn't seem to have the door of death opened.

The girl only glanced at Du Shaomu once before she started pondering again and became immersed in it.

Hearing what the girl said, Du Shaomu's gaze also changed.

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