Shenwu Yutianlei

At this extremely tense and shocking moment, deep in the Shen family's land, the highly respected and devoted Shen Qingfeng was in the critical stage of seeking the golden elixir path. However, at this moment, his mind suddenly palpitated, as if an invisible force suddenly hit the depths of his soul.

Shen Qingfeng suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He clearly felt a strong pressure spreading rapidly in the Shen family like a tide. This pressure was so strong that he was shocked, and even made him feel a sense of indescribable threat in his heart. This feeling was so strong that his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Shen Qingfeng frowned and tried hard to recall. He couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had felt such a pressure. This strange yet familiar feeling made him feel a little uneasy. He knew very well that the appearance of such pressure was not accidental, and something important must be happening.

Shen Qingfeng's figure flashed, and in just a few breaths, he appeared on the martial arts field.

His appearance shocked everyone, especially the elders. They all widened their eyes, with expressions of surprise and awe on their faces.

"Father!" Seeing Shen Qingfeng appear, Shen Jingyuan and Shen Batian hurriedly stepped forward with respectful looks on their faces.

"Old Patriarch!" A group of elders also hurriedly stepped forward to express their respect to Shen Qingfeng.

However, Shen Qingfeng ignored them and just stretched out his hand to signal everyone to keep quiet.

His eyes were fixed on Shen Yun's figure. From the moment he appeared, his eyes had never left Shen Yun. His eyes were full of complex emotions, including surprise, relief, and a hint of doubt and expectation.

At this moment, Shen Yun seemed to be in a unique and wonderful state. He seemed to be integrated with everything around him, reaching a state of naturalness. In this state, swinging the sword has become as natural and ordinary as eating and drinking, without any deliberateness or reluctance.

Every time he swung the sword, he displayed an unparalleled skill and ease, as if the sword had become a part of his body, perfectly in tune with his thoughts and movements. Every swing of the sword was just right and extremely accurate, as if it had been practiced and sculpted countless times.

A little more would seem too much effort, destroying the harmony and balance; a little less would seem inadequate, failing to achieve the best effect. Every movement, every subtle change, was handled just right by him, demonstrating an ultimate control and superb skills.

He himself had never expected that in this extremely mysterious state of complete selflessness, he would be able to use the Blue Lotus Sword Technique at the highest level so naturally and logically. This sword technique seemed to be closely connected to his soul, flowing out of his body without any hindrance at this moment.

At this moment, the blue lotus flowers around him were blooming more brilliantly than ever before. Every vein on the petals was clearly visible, shining with a strange and mysterious light. These blue lotus flowers seemed to exist in reality, exuding a light and elegant fragrance, shrouding the entire martial arts arena in a dreamlike atmosphere. His sword power became more powerful and sharper than before. Every time he swung his sword, it brought an unstoppable force, as if it could break through all obstacles.

The sword in his hand seemed to have its own life, performing the ultimate realm of "Blue Lotus Sword Art" on its own. Every movement was extremely precise, and every change was perfect. As the sword shadows flew, the sword energy crisscrossed, setting off a violent blue storm in the martial arts field. Wherever it went, sand and rocks flew, and the momentum was terrifying. Everyone present was stunned by this shocking scene. They widened their eyes, followed Shen Yun's figure closely, and watched him perform the sword art intently. Their faces were full of admiration and amazement, and they were even more impressed by the powerful strength displayed by Shen Yun. They had never thought that someone could perform the sword art so skillfully and so shockingly.

As Shen Yun solemnly made a mysterious seal with one hand and swung the sword with the other hand, the blue lotus above his head continued to grow at an astonishing speed. The petals of the blue lotus gradually spread out, the color became more and more bright, and emitted a strange light, as if to illuminate the entire martial arts arena with blue light.

However, just when the green lotus reached a critical point, its expansion speed suddenly slowed down, as if it was blocked by an invisible force and became extremely difficult. The growth of the green lotus seemed to have encountered some insurmountable obstacles, and the expansion of each petal became extremely slow.

Afterwards, the green lotus stopped growing and just quietly floated above Shen Yun's head, emitting a steady but no longer growing light. No matter how hard Shen Yun swung his sword, the sword shadow danced like a storm, or how much spiritual power he continuously increased to try to break through this dilemma, the green lotus was like being cast under a spell, motionless, unable to expand even a little bit.

That feeling made Shen Yun think of the word "bottleneck".

Under the powerful pressure from the Shen family, the sky of Liucheng seemed to be covered with a shadow. The ancestor of the Liu family, who was refining pills, was sitting cross-legged in the secret room. His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He moved, and instantly turned into a stream of light, rushing straight into the sky. A moment later, he appeared at the highest point of the Liu family, with fluttering clothes and flying white hair. He frowned, his eyes were like torches, looking in the direction of the Shen family's martial arts arena, secretly speculating in his heart about the source of this pressure.

At the same time, the ancestor of the beast taming Zhao family also sensed something. He was originally confronting a ferocious beast in the beast taming garden. After feeling the pressure, he let out a long roar, rose high, and landed steadily on the roof of the Zhao family. His burly body stood upright in the wind, and his eyes revealed a hint of solemnity and vigilance.

The ancestor of the Chen family was in the weapon refining room, concentrating on making a magic weapon. When the pressure came, he paused, put down the tools, and appeared on the tower of the Chen family in a flash. He stroked his beard and looked in the direction of the Shen family, thinking.

The mysterious Lord of Liucheng had been hiding deep in the Lord's Mansion. At this moment, he also sensed this unusual pressure. He appeared on the observation deck of the Lord's Mansion in a flash. He was wearing a black robe, with a stern face, and exuding an invisible majesty. His eyes were deep and sharp, staring at the direction of the Shen family's martial arts field, and a wave of emotion surged in his heart.

These four powerful auras converged in the sky above Liucheng, and they all realized that Liucheng seemed to be about to usher in an unusual change. They each stood on a high place, paying close attention to the movements of the Shen family, ready to respond to any possible situation at any time.