The memories of all humanity are awakening, except for mine.

As the goddess of Qing City, Qing Yinyan's beauty and majesty shone even brighter amidst the flames of war.

She couldn't stand idly by, so she began to practice the same hand seals as Jiang Chuan.

However, the following steps began to change course, silently telling the world that she was about to unleash a completely new sword technique.

"Supreme Mythical Sword Technique - Expansion".

Qing Yinyan spoke casually, his voice like heavenly music, sounding exceptionally clear amidst the chaos of war.

Having investigated the secrets of the spirit scroll, Qing Yinyan naturally knew the sword technique that Jiang Chuan had learned.

Faced with a sword technique exactly like his own, Jiang Chuan shook his head with a wry smile.

Because the terrifying energy she unleashed was even more ferocious than his own.

The energy condensed by her sword technique even caused the shattered sky to continue to shatter, and countless unidentified objects emerged from it, all of them ancient or newly formed products of energy.

These energies possess the destructive power of black holes, but their appearance is far more beautiful, vibrant and colorful, like the most dazzling stars in the universe.

Each burst of energy released carried a suffocating pressure, inspiring awe.

After Qing Yinyan activated her skill, the previously thin air began to thicken.

Those monks who had lost their minds due to lack of oxygen regained their rationality.

They looked at Qing Yinyan with grateful eyes, and some even kowtowed to him in the air to show their respect.

"Goddess is awesome!" a fan of Qing Yinyan shouted excitedly.

Qing Yinyan's sword technique not only saved the lives of those cultivators, but also stabilized the situation on the battlefield.

Her sword light, like streaks of lightning, ripped through the sky, instantly freezing the chaos of the battlefield.

Those cultivators struggling amidst the flames of war felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment, and the flame of hope rekindled in their eyes.

Jiang Chuan's eyes flashed with a hint of seriousness as he faced Qing Yinyan's expanded sword technique.

This goddess's power has exceeded his imagination.

Her sword technique could actually convert spiritual energy into air, and then transform it into advanced attack methods.

This peculiar transformation left Jiang Chuan puzzled.

He thought to himself that such a sword technique could probably only be performed by legendary mythical figures.

Clearly, the battle between Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan was more serious than ever before.

The two swords clashed fiercely, each exchange accompanied by intense fluctuations of spiritual energy that threatened to tear the entire battlefield apart.

The surrounding cultivators watched this epic duel with bated breath, their hearts pounding with the rhythm of the battle.

The onlookers, realizing the ferocity of the battle, quickly cast spells to create a giant barrier to prevent any further accidental injuries.

This barrier acts like a giant protective shield, confining the battle to a relatively safe area and allowing innocent cultivators to stay away from the flames of war.

Meanwhile, the territory of the Qingyun Sect, under the control of the guarding general, began to move, shifting into the distance.

To make room for the battle between Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan.

"Jiang Chuan, have you thought about how you want to die?"

Qing Yinyan's icy voice echoed in Jiang Chuan's ears.

The biting wind made him shiver.

Her voice, filled with boundless majesty and murderous intent, proclaimed the end of Jiang Chuan's fate.

The aura of the Danqing Sword surged in like a tidal wave, making it almost impossible for Jiang Chuan to breathe.

The sword tip flashed through the air, each slash of cold light causing the surrounding air to frost over, demonstrating the sword technique's immense power.

Jiang Chuan's face was as pale as paper. He struggled to raise his head and meet Qing Yinyan's icy gaze.

At that moment, he seemed to see all his past, all the glory and honor he had once enjoyed, which had now become shackles binding him.

"I...I don't know." Jiang Chuan's voice was weak. "But I know that I will never give up easily. Even if you beat me to a pulp, I will not give up."

"Then I'll show you what the true supreme mythical sword technique is." Qing Yinyan's voice rang out again, this time filled with confidence and determination.

As she finished speaking, the sword light of the Danqing Sword became even more dazzling, shining like stars in the void.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, soaring straight into the sky and enveloping the river in a sea of ​​sword light.

The immense power contained within the sword's edge exerted unprecedented pressure on Jiang Chuan, causing his body to involuntarily retreat, each step appearing difficult.

"Is this what you call perseverance?"

Qing Yinyan's voice seemed to come from the heavens, full of mockery, "Before the sword technique, your persistence is nothing but a speck of dust."

Jiang Chuan gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with an indomitable light.

At this moment, he must demonstrate his true strength in order to have any chance of survival in this life-or-death battle.

"Dragon's Roar Sword, transform!"

Jiang Chuan formed a strange and mysterious hand seal, his fingers moving nimbly through the air, each gesture filled with power and rhythm.

As his incantation ended, the Dragon Roar Sword began to undergo astonishing changes.

It was no longer the incomparably sharp sword, but had transformed into a gigantic hand, prostrate in the sky.

This palm was formed from countless sword energies, each containing Jiang Chuan's spirit and will.

The moment the giant hand took shape, the onlookers were all stunned.

They had never seen such a peculiar sword technique, which transformed the sword into an object and required the master and the sword to achieve a spiritual connection.

This level of attainment is extraordinary.

The simple phrase "using the sword to transform objects" requires more than just luck to achieve.

Jiang Chuan's breathing became heavy, his heartbeat synchronized with the sound of the sword's cry, each heartbeat fueling the sword energy and making the giant hand even more lifelike.

His eyes became deep and insightful, his will unwavering, as steadfast as a rock.

After the giant hand took shape, it slowly raised itself, as if to touch the sky.

The onlookers held their breath, their heartbeats rising and falling with the movement of the giant hand.

Jiang Chuan's swordsmanship is not only a display of power, but also a reflection of his inner world.

His perseverance and determination were perfectly exemplified at this moment. "Is this your sword intent?"

Qing Yinyan's voice rang out again. This time, her tone was no longer full of sarcasm, but rather carried a hint of curiosity and respect.

"Look, Jiang Chuan actually used his own life to forge the giant hand. He did this with a nine-out-of-ten chance of dying, but the power he gained was direct."

An elderly man with considerable experience, his eyes filled with tears, pointed excitedly at Jiangchuan, his voice filled with awe and admiration.

His words struck like a heavy hammer, resonating in the hearts of every spectator.

Among those present were many experienced cultivators who knew all too well how dangerous this sword technique, which risked one's life for strength, was.

This approach almost merges one's life with the intent of the sword; if it fails, not only will the sword technique be unable to be used, but one's own life will also perish.

"Such a scene is the first time I have ever seen anything like it."

The old man's voice trembled, his eyes filled with admiration for Jiang Chuan.

Such a feat is extremely rare in Qing City. Jiang Chuan's pursuit is not only the ultimate in sword intent, but also a respect for and challenge to life itself.

The onlookers held their breath, their eyes fixed on Jiang Chuan. They knew that Jiang Chuan's actions had transcended the realm of ordinary cultivators. His behavior was undoubtedly demonstrating an unprecedented determination to the entire Qing City.

Under the influence of the sword technique, Jiang Chuan's body gradually became transparent, and his life was merging with the sword intent.

His breathing became weak, but his eyes grew more determined. His hands continued to form hand seals, each gesture drawing life force from his body and injecting it into the giant palm.

"What... what level of skill is this?"

A young monk said in a low voice.

"This is a choice between life and death, a symphony of swordsmanship and life," an old man said slowly. "Jiang Chuan chose the most difficult path, but also the fastest path to the peak."

As Jiang Chuan's giant hand slowly extended, the entire battlefield trembled.

The power contained in that giant hand was strong enough to shake the heavens. Every swing of it told the world how great the power of life was, and how endless the way of the sword was.

Jiang Chuan's figure appeared and disappeared amidst the sword energy, his eyes filled with determination, determined to unleash this power to its fullest extent.

"Hmm, not bad, but that's all!"

Qing Yinyan's brows furrowed, her figure swift as lightning, becoming one with the Danqing Sword.

Her movements were swift and graceful, like a dance, yet carrying a deadly threat, her figure weaving through the flashing swords.

When the Danqing Sword came under Qing Yinyan's complete control, the onlookers were once again shocked.

They saw Qing Yinyan's body intertwine with the sword energy, forming a series of dazzling trails.

Her swordsmanship was as if it were a gift from heaven, with each strike containing unfathomable profound meaning.

"Qing Yinyan merges his body with the sword, pouring all his strength into it, which can unleash the sword's potential," someone said, their voice filled with admiration.

This swordsmanship transcends the realm of ordinary swordsmanship; it represents a supreme level that combines the way of the sword with one's own soul.

After being amplified by Qing Yinyan, cracks began to appear on the reddish surface of Danqing Sword.

However, these cracks are not signs of breakage, but rather a form of redesigned pouring.

These cracks spread like blood vessels, reorganizing the energy flow within the sword and making the sword's power more concentrated and pure.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? The sword can change like this!"

An old man murmured in surprise, his eyes sparkling with longing for the way of the sword, his fingers unconsciously tapping his knees as he tried to imprint this unbelievable scene in his mind.

Qing Yinyan's swordplay grew increasingly fierce, with sword light pouring down like a torrential rain. Each strike carried the sound of air being torn apart, heading straight for Jiang Chuan's giant palm.

Her swordsmanship was as fluid as flowing water, each move full of agility and variation, dazzling and unpredictable.

Jiang Chuan's giant palm was powerful, and it continued to advance in the face of Qing Yinyan's sword momentum.

With each swing of its giant hand, it was fighting against heaven and earth. Its body was constantly twisting and deforming under the impact of the sword energy, but it never showed any sign of dissipating.

"They both use swords, could this clash be legendary?" someone commented.

The duel between Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan was not only a contest of swordsmanship, but also a test of will and life itself.

boom…

The giant hand and the massive Danqing sword clashed together, producing a deafening roar like thunder, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

The deafening noise stunned everyone, and they covered their ears, but the sound still echoed in their minds.

"Is this...is this the ultimate swordsmanship?" A swordsman, witnessing this scene, could still speak, even though he was deaf.

His voice was low, but his tone was full of shock and awe: "I have never seen such powerful swordsmanship. It is not only about mastering the sword, but also about controlling life."

Having lost their hearing, they stopped talking and began to use gestures to discuss the battle between Jiang Chuan and Qing Yinyan, and who would win.

They initially thought Qing Yinyan would overwhelm Jiang Chuan with her superior strength, but Jiang Chuan used his life force to quickly turn the tide despite being at a disadvantage.

Although this would cause him considerable damage, he didn't think about it that much. He only had one thought in his mind: to fight. He wanted to use this life force to unleash the power of the giant hand to the fullest extent, even if it meant that his life would come to an end.

Jiang Chuan's eyes were filled with determination. His body was like a constantly running machine, continuously releasing life energy, transforming it into sword intent and the power of his giant palm. Every breath he took carried a strong life fluctuation, and every swing of his giant palm was a struggle against fate. His will was as firm as iron and unyielding.

The Danqing Sword that Qing Yinyan rode was even more formidable, its light even more dazzling, and every attack was filled with killing intent.

boom!
In another clash, Jiang Chuan, who had risked his life, showed signs of defeat.

His giant hand gradually lost power under Qing Yinyan's sword light. The giant hand that once could shake the sky was now like a candle in the wind, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Those viewers who had been deaf were miraculously cured by the loud noise, and they began to discuss it intensely, their enthusiasm undiminished.

"Still not working?" someone sighed.

Jiang Chuan's persistence and hard work showed them the tenacity of life, but also made them feel the cruelty of failure.

Jiang Chuan's body gradually became transparent, his blood vessels and heart were exposed in the air, and the blood flowing in his body gradually decreased.

Countless tiny cracks appeared on his skin, a sign of the loss of life force and the gradual collapse of his body under the impact of the sword energy.

Even with all that blood, the giant hand still couldn't defeat Qing Yinyan, which shows just how rich her resources must be.

Qing Yinyan's sword intent is not only about her superb skills, but also about her profound understanding of the way of the sword.

"Jiang Chuan, your courage is commendable, but the path of the sword is not only for the brave to reach its end." Qing Yinyan spoke to Jiang Chuan with the mocking air of a victor.

Jiang Chuan's body was on the verge of collapse, but he still didn't give up. Gritting his teeth, his eyes shone with unwavering determination. He held only one belief: even in defeat, he would lose with dignity, in a way that commanded respect. (End of Chapter)