I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Nie Feng brought Dugu Meng back to the courtyard where Bu Jingyun lived in seclusion. Pushing open the half-closed wooden door, all that could be seen in his eyes were broken debris scattered all over the ground and empty, silent houses.

"Nobody here?" Nie Feng slowly walked around the house, his fingertips touching the cold stove.

"The fire has long since died out, and Senior Brother Yun and Miss Chu Chu have been gone for some time now."

He sighed softly, a hint of undisguised melancholy in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Yun must have left quietly with Miss Chu Chu because he didn't want to implicate me."

Unable to find anyone, Nie Feng didn't want to linger in the ruins, and he was vaguely worried that the pursuers would find him again by following his scent.

"Meng, let's go." Nie Feng turned his head, his gaze towards Dugu Meng filled with tenderness.

"I know there's a very high mountain nearby, with a pavilion at the top offering panoramic views of the sea of ​​clouds. Let me take you to the summit to relax."

Dugu Meng nodded obediently.

"Okay, whatever you say."

The mountain path was rugged, and the quiet village was gradually left behind. Clouds and mist swirled among the mountains, and at the end of the path, a beautiful mountain peak slowly rose from the ground in sight.

The pavilion stands quietly atop the mountain, a cool breeze rising from the deep valley below, and layers of clouds weaving through the trees. This mountain place allows one to forget the troubles of the world, exuding an indescribable tranquility.

The stone table exuded a refreshing coolness. Dugu Meng and Nie Feng sat opposite each other across the table. She took out her exquisite tea set and carefully brewed a cup of steaming hot tea.

While Nie Feng turned to gaze at the mountain scenery, she lightly flicked her fingertip on the rim of the cup. A wisp of powder, invisible to the naked eye, fell into the tea soup without making a sound and dissolved completely in the blink of an eye.

"Feng, have a cup of tea."

Dugu Meng picked up the teacup and handed it to Nie Feng, a gentle smile on her face.

Looking at the man in front of her who was almost always obedient to her, a complex emotion she couldn't quite describe swept over her. Along the way, Nie Feng had taken good care of her, and even risked his life against powerful enemies for her sake.

It's a pity that you were so good to me, but in the end you mistook me for someone else.

"Nie Feng, I am not the dream you hold dear. I am Dugu Yifang's daughter, and the hatred for my father's murder can never be resolved." Dugu Meng silently vowed in her heart.

"The poison in the cup was prepared just for you."

Caught off guard, Nie Feng took the teacup and smiled.

Thank you.

He picked up the teacup and slowly brought it to his lips.

Dugu Meng's heart leaped into her throat, her eyes fixed on the teacup, anticipating the moment when Nie Feng would collapse from the poison.

Just as the teacup was about to touch Nie Feng's lips, a loud bang was heard, and the ground suddenly exploded.

A withered hand suddenly emerged from the soil and gripped Nie Feng's ankle tightly.

"hiss!"

Nie Feng felt a piercing pain in his ankle, as if it were being clamped tightly by rusty iron clamps.

With a flick of his wrist, the teacup shattered on the ground into countless pieces.

Unsure of what kind of insidious technique the opponent was using, the body had already instinctively launched a counterattack.

With a clang, the Snow Drinking Saber was drawn from its sheath in an instant, carrying a chilling light as it slammed into the ground.

puff!

The blade pierced the earth three feet deep, and a gushing stream of blood erupted from the ground like a fountain, staining the ground red. The hand underground instantly loosened its grip, clearly indicating that the person was beyond saving.

Nie Feng drew his long sword, his face darkening as he looked at the bloodstains on the blade.

"kill!!"

A fierce battle cry suddenly rang out in the empty valley, startling the birds in the forest into frantically flapping their wings.

A dense mass of black-clad figures surged out from behind the hillside, their faces covered with demonic masks that gleamed coldly in the sunlight. These people gripped gleaming blades in their hands, sweeping towards the pavilion like a turbid tide.

"Oh no, there's an ambush."

Nie Feng's heart sank suddenly. Without thinking, he stretched out his arm and embraced Dugu Meng, who was still in a daze. His fingertips touched her slender waist and felt a cold sensation.

"Walk."

He lightly touched the bluestone slab with his toes, and like a giant bird spreading its wings in the sky, he took off with the momentum and squeezed through the gap in the encirclement, speeding towards the dense forest below the mountain.

Dugu Meng pressed herself tightly against Nie Feng's chest, the wind whistling past her ears.

She couldn't help but glance back at the tea spilled on the pavilion floor, her heart churning with mixed feelings—a mixture of relief at escaping death and regret at failing at the last hurdle.

If these demons hadn't suddenly appeared, the man before them would probably already be a cold corpse.

"Where do you think you're going!"

A thunderous roar echoed as a jet-black blade flashed out from the side, abruptly cutting off Nie Feng's path. Jue Tian gripped the Shadow Moon Blade, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"Nie Feng, prepare to die!"

Jue Tian's face was full of murderous intent, and he wielded the Shadow Moon Blade as if it were a black mist that could not be penetrated by water.

Each strike was aimed at a vital acupoint on Nie Feng's body, with the intent to kill.

"It's you again?"

Nie Feng frowned, feeling puzzled.

The boy in front of her looked remarkably like her when she was young, yet he harbored an inexplicable and deep-seated hatred for her, and why did he always haunt her, trying to take her life?

The sound of blades clashing was crisp and piercing, sparks flew between the two, and in the blink of an eye they had exchanged more than a dozen blows.

At this moment, the demons behind them had already surrounded them, and their deafening battle cries made people's eardrums ache.

"We cannot linger in battle."

Nie Feng knew that the current situation was extremely critical. If he were held back by this group, he might really die here today.

His eyes narrowed, and his internal energy began to circulate wildly. The Snow Drinking Saber in his hand instantly emitted a terrifying chill that was enough to freeze the void.

"Ice three feet thick."

The slash was so fast that it was impossible to see the shadow of the blade, and the chilling aura caused the surrounding air to freeze into tiny ice crystals, which cleaved through the dense net of blades.

Jue Tian felt a tingling numbness in his wrist. Before he could change his move, the cold blade was already pressed firmly against his neck.

"Stop right there!"

Nie Feng shouted sharply, pressing his long sword against Jue Tian's neck, and coldly staring at the approaching Gui Cha Luo.

"Young Master!"

Upon seeing this, the demons seemed rooted to the spot and dared not move forward even half a step.

"Let me go, you bastard!"

Jue Tian struggled desperately, but found that Nie Feng's hand was like a welded iron clamp, and he couldn't move it at all.

Being dragged around like a chicken in front of so many subordinates, he felt utterly humiliated and so ashamed he wanted to disappear into the ground. His eyes darted around, and he shouted:

"Brother, I give up, please come and save me."

Hiding behind a large tree in the distance, Juexin watched his younger brother, who only knew how to mess things up, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"What a piece of trash."

Although he felt disgusted, he knew that Jue Tian couldn't die yet.

Nie Feng focused all his attention on guarding against Gui Cha Luo in front of him, fearing that they might suddenly launch an attack.

Just then, a terrifying aura that made it hard to breathe suddenly erupted from behind.

"not good."

Nie Feng's heart skipped a beat. He was about to turn around and defend when he realized he was a little too slow.

A dull thud rang out as a hand, carrying a terrifying force capable of overturning rivers and seas, landed solidly on his back.

"puff!"

Nie Feng felt as if his internal organs had been smashed by a heavy hammer. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was like a withered leaf caught in a gale, flying helplessly away.

He couldn't even hold onto the Snow Drinking Mad Blade in his hand. It drew a desolate arc in the air and fell into the grass in the distance, disappearing without a trace.

"Cough cough..."

Nie Feng struggled to his feet, enduring the excruciating pain in his back, and held Dugu Meng tightly behind him.

"Wind God Leg!"

He roared, and his legs instantly transformed into a series of crisscrossing afterimages, accompanied by a powerful gust of wind that tore through the air, as he clashed with Juexin and the surrounding Guichaluo.

However, he was seriously injured and could not gain any advantage against Jue Xin, whose strength was unfathomable.

After only a few moves, his situation became extremely dangerous, and he had several more bloody new wounds on his body.

"Damn it, if this keeps going, Meng and I will both die here."

Nie Feng was extremely anxious.

Huff, huff.

At this critical moment of life and death, a strange sound suddenly came from the bushes in the distance.

A large, round, fat pig slowly walked out, and what made people's eyes pop out was that the pig was actually holding the Snow Drinking Mad Blade, which exuded a bone-chilling cold aura, tightly in its mouth.

The Snow Drinking Blade is the coldest weapon in the world. An ordinary person would be frozen and their skin would be torn open if they touched it. But this pig seemed to be completely unaffected. It walked up to Nie Feng with an air of nonchalance and even leisurely wagged its tail.

"Snow Drinking Knife?"

Nie Feng moved with lightning speed, snatching his precious sword back from the pig's mouth.

The moment the blade touched his hand, Nie Feng's aura underwent a dramatic change. A violent chill burst forth from the blade, forcing back the approaching Gui Chaluo.

"Where did this beast come from, daring to ruin my plans!"

Upon seeing this, Jue Tian was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

He felt it was an utter disgrace to have his plans ruined by a pig, and with a fierce killing intent, he swung his Shadow Moon Blade down at the pig.

"Hmph!"

The pig seemed to sense the danger, and a look of disdain, like that of a human, flashed across its small eyes.

boom!

Just as Jue Tian's blade was about to strike the pig's skin, an incredibly powerful and unreasonable internal force suddenly erupted from the pig's body.

This internal force spread wildly in all directions like a storm that swept everything, causing the unsuspecting Jue Tian, ​​Jue Xin, and the surrounding Gui Cha Luo to all stagger back several steps.

"What?"

Juexin's expression changed drastically. The strength of this internal energy was actually no less than that of the top masters in the martial arts world.

While everyone was still stunned, the pig took off on its four short legs, like a lightning bolt flashing through the forest, and disappeared into the depths of the jungle in the blink of an eye.

"A good opportunity." Although Nie Feng was also shocked by the pig's abilities, he knew in his heart that this was the best time to escape.

"Making mountains out of molehills!"

He grabbed Dugu Meng and unleashed the full power of his Wind God Leg technique.

He transformed into a streak of wind, instantly breaking through the encirclement and fleeing down the mountain for his life.

"asshole!"

Jue Tian steadied himself, watching Nie Feng's retreating figure, stomping his feet in anger and cursing incessantly.

"Chase him! Chase him with all your might! Find him alive or dead!"