The ancient city of Qingzhou.
All eyes were on Ye Ping.
The sudden swordsmanship shocked everyone.
He stole the limelight from Su Changyu and the young man in black.
In particular, now that the young man in black had already left, everyone focused their attention on Ye Ping.
There were 100,000 swords above the dome of the sky that were vibrating and making noises. It was a rare sight that would never be seen during normal circumstances.
Ye Ping was comprehending the Sword Dao.
He had already reached a bottleneck in his comprehension of sword moves, and with this opportunity, he wanted to directly condense sword intent.
The swords were like Heavenly Rivers that constantly intertwined above his head.
The Endless Sword Diagram was also being deduced maniacally.
Previously, Ye Ping had comprehended 3,000 sword moves, and his sword moves were increasing rapidly in number.
5,000!
10,000!
30,000!
