Rushing Stream Sword Array had evolved from the East-Flowing Water Sword Form in the Mountain River Sword Art.
Unlike the weighty Ninefold Mountain Sword Form and the agile Thousand-Layered Cloud Sword Form, its greatest emphasis was on surging forward like a flood peak, unstoppable.
Zhang Yang himself had not joined the sword array, so its core consisted of Wu Jun, Jiang Rong, and Zhao Baiyi.
That was right—there were three cores, which meant three transformations.
At that moment, following Zhang Yang's command, Wu Jun drew his sword first. The nine Heavenly Sword Gate disciples on his team launched their attack right behind him. In an instant, ten sword lights became a rolling flood peak and surged violently forward.
If that were all there was to it, this sword array would be nothing but a hollow show, trading on a false reputation.
Because the greatest key to a sword array lay in one thing—resonance.
Resonance with what? With the mountains and rivers, of course.
Otherwise, would casually releasing a sword form at the same time count as a sword array? What a joke!
"Swim against the current!"
Wu Jun suddenly let out a great shout. Sword radiance surged around him as he released his innate Sword Intent—the new realm he had comprehended from Mountain River Sword Intent.
The instant this Countercurrent Sword Intent appeared, the sword lights across the field changed. What had been ordinary roaring floodwaters now became a thousand mountains standing tall, jagged rocks piercing the sky, and craggy banks on either side, like iron chains binding a dragon. All the sword lights and sword forms were abruptly pressed down, crushed until they dimmed and lost their radiance!
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and it was extremely ingenious. First, Wu Jun and the nine disciples unleashed