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

Her figure appeared and disappeared among the mountains. With another swing of her long sword, three dark mountains rose from the ground and struck Jiang Chuan head-on.

Amidst the deafening roar of the colliding rocks, Jiang Chuan felt his blood surging. He quickly formed a sword incantation, and the bladeless sword suddenly shone with a bluish light.

"The destiny of mountains and rivers!" he uttered in a low voice, a faint light flashing between his brows.

This Taoist technique can see through the veins of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, and it is being used now.

Suddenly, fine sword-like patterns appeared on the surface of the dark mountain. It turned out that Tang Zhizhi had infused his sword intent into the ink marks, using the power of the sword to condense a real mountain.

"What a mastery of swordsmanship!" Jiang Chuan exclaimed in admiration, yet remained calm.

He suddenly remembered the "Sword Immortal's Notes" he had seen in the library, which recorded the "Mountain Moving Seal" of Wang Zhihuan, a half-step sword immortal.

The sword technique changed instantly. He brought his palms together in front of his chest and pushed them out, and a small, cyan-gold phantom mountain appeared in his palms.

"Rise!" Jiang Chuan commanded, and the Azure Gold Peak faced the collapsing Ink Mountain.

The two mountains collided violently in mid-air, sending black debris and golden light flying in all directions, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the arena floor.

Tang Zhizhi's face paled slightly in the painting. She hadn't expected Jiang Chuan to be able to see through this move and even use the same "Mountain Moving" technique to directly counter her ink-infused sword aura.

"My turn." Jiang Chuan seized the opportunity to close the distance, twirling his bladeless sword in his hand.

He had seen the sword intent projection of the sword immortal Li Muzhi in the sword tomb, and at this moment the sword momentum of "Long River Sunset" suddenly appeared in his mind.

That is the entry-level move of "Sword Intent Realm" in the four realms of swordsmanship, which uses sword intent to depict the atmosphere of heaven and earth, turning the illusory into the real.

Seeing the sudden change in his sword technique, Tang Zhizhi quickly swung his sword again, only to find that his ink marks could not advance beyond a few inches around Jiang Chuan.

As Jiang Chuan pointed his sword, a golden river actually appeared in the void, its rushing waters deafening.

A crimson sunset sank below the river, turning the entire scene crimson.

"This...this is the essence of swordsmanship!" Lin Xiao exclaimed in shock from the stands.

The four realms of swordsmanship are sword momentum, sword intent, sword heart, and sword domain. One can step into the realm of sword intent.

Even among those at the Supreme Realm, such a feat is extremely rare, yet Jiang Chuan, merely at the late stage of the Knowledge Realm, was able to unleash such a rudimentary form.

"The setting sun over the long river!" Jiang Chuan shouted in a low voice, and his long sword swung down.

The golden river, carrying the glow of the setting sun, swept away, and wherever it passed, the dark mountains melted away like ice and snow meeting the sun.

Cracks have appeared in Tang Zhizhi's "Ink Landscape" scroll painting.

She felt an overwhelming sword intent rushing towards her, and the long sword in her hand clattered to the ground. She was thrown back by the sword intent and crashed into the broken wall at the edge of the arena.

The arena fell silent.

The Azure Scales and Lightning Fox had stopped fighting at some point and were now lying down at their master's feet.

Tang Zhizhi leaned against the wall, looking at the longsword in Jiang Chuan's hand that was still gleaming with golden light, and said with a wry smile:
"Young Master Jiang's sword strike is so powerful that even Elder Mo Feng would be amazed."

Jiang Chuan sheathed his sword and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Miss Tang's swordsmanship is divine; I was fortunate enough to glimpse a flaw in her defense."

Before he finished speaking, Emperor Daizong's laughter rang out from the reviewing stand: "What a lucky break!"

To have taken even half a step into the realm of sword intent, you're practically the first among the younger generation in the entire Nine Provinces.

Elder Mo Feng stared at Tang Zhizhi: "Girl, you've reached the Mountain Realm in your 'Ink Intent Mountains and Rivers' technique. Have you received any guidance from your master?"

Tang Zhizhi nodded: "Master said that if we encounter a strong opponent, we should use our sword intent to transform mountains and rivers; if we can resist, we should resist; if we cannot resist, we should retreat."

She looked at Jiang Chuan, "Although we were defeated today, I witnessed the true nature of sword intent, so the trip was not in vain."

In the stands, Pei Guoguo tugged at Lin Xiao's sleeve and shook it, exclaiming, "Lin Xiao, Lin Xiao, wasn't Jiang Chuan's move just now incredibly powerful? It was much better than the sword techniques you taught me before!"

Lin Xiao brushed her hand away impatiently: "He has the opportunity to inherit the legacy of a sword immortal. How can an ordinary person compare?"

However, we at Zuowang Peak have really struck gold this time.

In the martial arts arena, the referee has announced that Jiang Chuan has won.

As he passed Tang Zhi, he suddenly remembered something, took out a healing pill from his pocket, and handed it over:
"Miss Tang, this is a Great Restoration Pill, which will help with the backlash from sword intent."

Tang Zhizhi accepted it, saying, "Young Master Jiang is very thoughtful. Thank you very much."

In the distance, Wang Han stood below the command platform, his face grim.

His attendant whispered, "Young master, what is Jiang Chuan's sword intent?"

Wang Han sneered, "So what if it's sword intent? The overwhelming spiritual power of a third-level Purple Mansion cultivator can't be compensated for by mere techniques."

He stroked the golden tassel on his sword at his waist with his fingertips, his face fierce.

On the platform, Emperor Daizong spoke in hushed tones with several elders.

"This young man's sword intent reminds me of Li Muzhi in his youth," Elder Mofeng remarked.

Emperor Daizong nodded: "Back then, Li Muzhi also distinguished himself at the mountain gate assembly. Now, Jiang Chuan might become the second Sword Immortal."

As Jiang Chuan stepped off the stage, Jiang Wei greeted him and patted him heavily on the shoulder:
"You, Jiang Chuan, you've been hiding your true strength! That 'Sunset Over the Long River' move just now really got my blood pumping!"

Jiang Chuan smiled wryly and said, "Brother Jiang, you flatter me. If it weren't for Miss Tang's ink-infused sword technique forcing out my sword intent, I wouldn't know I could have reached this point."

He turned to look at the arena, where Tang Zhizhi was leading Lightning Fox away. Although his back looked thin, it was still straight.

Jiang Chuan suddenly realized that this competition was not about winning or losing, but about mutual achievement between the two sword cultivators.

She showed him the profound mystery of the Ink Sword Technique, while he showed her the possibility of the Sword Intent Realm.

The sixth match.

Jiang Chuan stood on the left side of the stage, looking at Su Wen on the opposite side.

The Su family members have always been known for their skill in crafting weapons, as seen in the jade-inlaid Qiankun Fan in Su Wen's hand.

It was the natal magic weapon of the previous head of the Su family. The flowing cloud patterns on the fan surface faintly glowed with spiritual light, and it was clear at a glance that it was of extremely high quality.

"Brother Jiangchuan, I've heard about his reputation for a long time."

Su Wen raised his hand in a fist salute, revealing half of a golden silk ribbon wrapped around his wrist through his sleeve. "It is an honor to witness the prowess of a sword cultivator today."

As he spoke, the Qiankun Fan unfolded with a "whoosh," and the twenty-eight constellations on the fan surface flickered on and off.

Jiang Chuan gripped his bladeless sword and said in a deep voice, "Brother Su, you're too kind. Please show mercy."

Before he finished speaking, Su Wen flipped his wrist and slashed the fan to the left.

A wind blade, about ten feet long, tore through the air and hurtled straight toward Jiang Chuan’s face with a piercing whistle. The edge of the wind blade even gleamed with a cold, metallic light.

"Well done!" Jiang Chuan made a sword gesture, and crimson sword energy burst forth from the tip of the sword, like a red cloud stretching across the sky.

"Crimson Glow!" he shouted, his sword energy meeting the wind blade with a thunderous crash.

The shockwave swept across the arena, and the paint on the wooden railings peeled off, revealing the grain of the lightning-struck wood underneath.

Su Wen originally thought that he could gain the upper hand with the first strike of the Qiankun Fan, but unexpectedly Jiang Chuan was able to block the wind blade with his sword energy.

With a series of waving motions, three beams of azure light shot out from between the fan ribs, transforming into three rapidly spinning vortexes in the air—the "Kamaitachi," a secret technique passed down through the Su family.

"Watch out! This is the Wind Blade Strangulation Technique!" Pei Guoguo couldn't help but warn from the stands.

Lin Xiao stared at the star map on the fan and said in a low voice, "It's more than just wind blades; this is wind-elemental spirit patterns engraved into the fan ribs. Each of these scythes possesses the attack power of a mid-stage Knowledge Realm cultivator."

Jiang Chuan felt the air pressure drop suddenly, and three whirlwinds were already in front of him.

He dared not take the blow head-on, and quickly retreated, his toes barely touching the ground. At the same time, his sword technique changed, and the spiritual energy around him transformed into a crimson tornado.

"Fire Tornado!" Fire and wind collided in the center of the arena, bursting into dazzling flames.

However, as expected of the Su family's ultimate technique, the Kamaitachi actually tore a gap in the fireball, and the remaining force of the wind blades did not diminish, aiming straight for Jiang Chuan's waist and abdomen.

"What a magnificent artifact from the Su family!"

Jiang Chuan realized something was wrong and, in a moment of crisis, unleashed "Sword Two, Meteor" from the "Great River Sword Intent".

The bladeless sword drew three silver arcs, its sword energy like a shooting star chasing the moon, catching up with the wind blade.

With three "plop" sounds, the Kamaitachi scattered, but its momentum pushed Jiang Chuan back three steps, sparks flying from the soles of his shoes on the blue bricks.

Taking advantage of the situation, Su Wen moved closer, unfolding his Qiankun Fan like a shield, and the star map on the fan surface suddenly lit up.

Jiang Chuan felt a tremendous force strike him, and was lifted half a foot off the ground by the fan.

"Oh no! He's going to use his Qi!" Lin Xiao exclaimed.

It turns out that the Su family's magical artifacts can not only be used for attack, but can also be used to briefly fly by borrowing the power of the wind, which is extremely rare among cultivators in the Zhiwei Realm.

As expected, Su Wen used his foot to fan the air, rising to mid-air above the arena as if walking on clouds.

He looked down from his vantage point and waved his fan repeatedly, sending seven scythe-like creatures descending in the shape of the Big Dipper, sealing off all of Jiang Chuan's escape routes.

"Brother Jiang Chuan, ground battles are advantageous to sword cultivators, but what about in the sky?"

Clearly, they have great confidence in their own magical artifacts.

Jiang Chuan looked up at the sky full of wind blades and suddenly remembered the "Rolling Sword Style" left by the senior in the Sword Tomb.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, the bladeless sword spinning rapidly in his hand, the sword intent surging like the Yangtze River, forming a golden sword curtain around his body.

"JX3, roll on the river!"

He roared, and the sword curtain suddenly rose into the air, like a surging river flowing upstream, crashing head-on into the Big Dipper Weasel.

The golden and green light collided in mid-air, creating a series of explosions.

Su Wen felt a numbness in his hand, and the star map on the fan briefly dimmed.

Taking this opportunity, Jiang Chuan changed his sword stance, pointing the tip of his sword directly at Su Wen's brow, which was the most fierce "star-chasing style" in "The Great River Sword Intent".

"not good!"

Su Wen hadn't expected Jiang Chuan to change his move mid-air, and hurriedly summoned a round shield painted with a Qilin. "Clang!"

The sword tip collided with the shield, sparks flying everywhere.

Jiang Chuan felt a jolt in his wrist and took a half-step back, while Su Wen was also sent flying by the aftershock of the sword energy, crashing into the arena railing.

"Bravo!" Thunderous applause erupted from the stands.

Pei Guoguo jumped up and shouted, "Well done, Senior Brother Jiang Chuan! Let me show you the power of a sword cultivator!"

Lin Xiao noticed Jiang Chuan's slight stumble upon landing and whispered:

"Su Wen's Qilin Shield is a mid-grade Xuan-level weapon, and with the added wind power of the Qiankun Fan, Jiang Chuan's sword intent has been significantly depleted."

In the center of the arena, Su Wen stood up, supporting himself with the Qilin Shield, his face no longer showing any relief.

He originally thought that he could easily suppress the sword cultivator with his two magical artifacts, but he did not expect that Jiang Chuan's sword intent was like a malignant sore, and he was able to maintain his offensive even when flying.

"Brother Jiangchuan, let's go again!"

Before Su Wen finished speaking, his fingertips tapped the fan ribs, and a hundred hidden swords flew out from the sleeves, gathering like a swarm of bees above his head to form a cloud of swords.

Each spirit sword is engraved with intricate spirit patterns, and the blade flows with blue and gold colors; it is the "Thousand Machine Sword" secretly passed down by the Su family.

Jiang Chuan's pupils contracted slightly. Weapon refiners are skilled at using a sea of ​​magical artifacts to suppress sword cultivators.

He placed his right hand on the black jade sword at his waist, made a sword incantation, and the sword suddenly became ethereal, splitting into two identical longswords. "Heavenly Profound Sword Formation, activate!"

With a low shout, the two swords split again, transforming into four, eight, and eventually one hundred and twenty-eight spiritual swords that floated around him, forming a sword formation shaped like the Big Dipper.

"What a magnificent swordsman's split sword technique!"

On the command platform, Elder Qifeng, standing beside Emperor Daizong, sat up straight. "This is the Sword Splitting Technique from the ancient Heavenly Profound Sword Manual. I didn't expect it to be used at the Knowledge Realm."

Su Wen was secretly surprised to see that Jiang Chuan could use his sword to form an array, but he did not slow down.

With a heavy swing of the Qiankun Fan, a hundred Thousand Machine Swords were unleashed like sharp arrows, creating a whistling sound as they cut through the wind.

Jiang Chuan formed hand seals, and the sword array formed by the black jade sword responded and moved forward like a dragon wagging its tail.

The crisp sounds of swords clashing echoed one after another, and the hundred Thousand Machine Swords were forced to retreat step by step by the sword formation.

Su Wen pulled out three sword-shaped talismans from his robes: "Brother Jiang Chuan, take this move again!"

The talisman transformed into three giant swords, each over ten feet long, their blades engraved with intricate spiritual patterns. These were none other than the Su family's prized "Three Yangs Bring Prosperity Swords."

Jiang Chuan felt the pressure increase suddenly, and three spirit swords in the sword formation were cut in half by the giant sword.

His sword intent sank into his dantian, and the black jade sword suddenly emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, with a faint golden light emanating from the split spiritual sword. It turned out that he was burning some of his true energy to enhance the sword's power.

"Well done!"

Jiang Chuan roared, and the sword formation suddenly changed. One hundred and twenty-eight spiritual swords formed a sword wave that swept away like a tide.

Although Su Wen's Three Yang Sword was powerful, it could not withstand the continuous sword force and was shredded into pieces in the blink of an eye.

"impossible!"

Su Wen found it hard to believe. As a genius from a family of weapon refiners, he had always relied on overwhelming opponents with a sea of ​​magical artifacts, but today he had encountered a tough opponent who could create an array with his sword.

With a heavy heart, he bit his tongue and sprayed his blood essence onto the Qiankun Fan. The star map on the fan immediately shone brightly and summoned seventy-two natal flying swords from the void.

When the natal flying sword appeared, the air pressure in the entire arena dropped sharply.

Jiang Chuan felt a sharp pain in his skin, knowing that this was the oppressive force of the magical artifact resonating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

He did not back down. He quickly formed hand seals, and the sword formation suddenly contracted. A hundred spiritual swords gathered above his head to form a sword dragon phantom, with the sword tips pointing directly at Su Wen.

"Heavenly Profound Sword Returns to the Sea!" Jiang Chuan shouted, and the sword dragon rushed forward with immense force. Wherever it passed, the Su family's natal flying swords were swept away like falling leaves.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Su Wen quickly summoned the Qilin Shield Armor.

This is a high-grade Xuan-level defensive magic weapon passed down from the Su family. The phantom of a Qilin on the shield raised its head and hissed, barely blocking the sword dragon's attack.

However, Jiang Chuan's sword strike was too fierce. Although the Qilin Shield Armor blocked the front, the remaining force sent Su Wen flying, crashing heavily into the arena railing.

With a "poof," Su Wen spat out a mouthful of blood, and the phantom of the Qilin on the Qilin Shield Armor also became transparent.

"I admit defeat." Su Wen stood up, leaning on the railing, her voice trembling.

He looked down at the Qiankun Fan in his hand, finding it hard to believe that he had been defeated by a pure sword cultivator using a sword formation.

Jiang Chuan quickly withdrew the sword formation, and the black jade sword reformed into a single hilt. He stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Brother Su, you flatter me. This battle was truly exhilarating."

Su Wen smiled wryly and said, "Brother Jiang Chuan's sword formation has shown me how terrifying sword cultivators can be."

My Su family's weapon-forging techniques emphasize a "sea of ​​weapons" strategy, yet we've been defeated by your "ten thousand swords returning to one" sword intent.

He suddenly laughed and said, "But don't worry, once I go back and improve the magical artifact, I'll definitely get it back next time."

In the stands, Pei Guoguo excitedly pounded on the railing: "Lin Xiao, Lin Xiao, Senior Brother Jiang Chuan's sword formation is amazing!" (End of Chapter)