The next day.
In the dense forest.
The breath of spring quietly descended, sunlight piercing through the treetops, casting mottled shadows on the moist ground.
Xu Ping wielded his sword with one hand, continuously performing sword moves.
In an instant, the dense forest was filled with layers of sword light, with faint sounds of thunder echoing.
After completing a set of sword moves, Xu Ping stood still, frowning as he gripped the Qinghe Sword in his hand:
"After breaking through to the sixth level of Qi Cultivation, the feeling of being suppressed by the Qinghe Sword has become heavier, making it impossible to fully exert my strength."
This feeling was really unbearable, like being confined in a small room where he couldn't fully extend his limbs.
"Sigh, it's been almost two months with no news of an upper-grade magical sword, who knows when I can finally switch swords." Xu Ping sighed softly, losing interest in practicing swordsmanship.
