I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"wind!!"

With the roar still lingering in his throat, Bu Jingyun wished he could use his broken body to crash into the tattered blade shadow.

However, the true energy that had entered his abdomen was still struggling in the corners of his meridians, and his body felt as heavy as a thousand-pound stone. Even though his eyes were about to burst, he was ultimately unable to stand up from the cold stone ground.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to die!"

Nie Feng forced out half a roar through gritted teeth.

The Ice Heart Technique flowed into his consciousness like a cold spring, forcefully dispelling all the illusions evoked by the evil sounds.

He clung to his last breath, and even though his vision was soaked with blood, the light in his eyes remained as hard as cold iron.

An extremely sharp blade aura rose with the sound, and the Snow Drinking Mad Blade stirred up a circle of chilling energy within a small area.

The man in green robes became an elusive phantom amidst the encirclement, his blade flashing intermittently as he barely managed to withstand the close-quarters attacks of the nine golden-armored guards.

Unfortunately, the chanting in my ears grew increasingly shrill, as if ten thousand poisonous insects were crawling into the cracks of my brain, making me dizzy and causing several more deep, bone-revealing cuts to appear on my shoulders and back.

In just a few breaths, Nie Feng looked as if he had been pulled out of a pool of blood, his energy completely chaotic.

"Die!"

The leading lama exhaled and spoke, and the seven red figures merged in an instant.

The killing energy generated by the rapid rotation of the prayer wheel was like an unreal Mount Sumeru, which, along with the afterimages of countless incantations, crashed down from mid-air, trying to grind the dungeon flat.

Ahead, a web of intertwined blades churns life and death; above, overlapping waves crash down; and even more disturbing, malevolent sounds follow like shadows.

The situation has reached a point of certain death.

"If you want my life, you'll have to see if you have the ability to take it!"

A ruthless glint suddenly appeared in Nie Feng's eyes.

He didn't retreat an inch further, but instead risked damaging his meridians by pouring all the surging true energy in his body into the blade.

Leng Jue's sword intent and leg strength suddenly changed in the narrow cell.

The icy current sweeping across the sky centered on the man in blue robes, and then swept wildly in all directions.

Nine golden-armored guards were sent flying with a cracking sound as their armor broke, crashing heavily into the stone wall.

The illusory, towering waves shattered inch by inch in the raging torrent, and the monks were struck as if by a heavy hammer. The humming of the prayer wheels abruptly stopped, leaving only their fingertips trembling violently in the cold air.

The lingering smoke had not yet settled.

A series of sharp, cold, and menacing sounds, like the spitting of a venomous snake, suddenly erupted from the depths of the dungeon.

A single glance, piercingly deadly, tore through the lingering chill, and the atmosphere within the small space instantly turned into deathly silence.

"You single-handedly repelled more than a dozen experts. Nie Feng, your courage and skill are worthy of the title 'God of Wind'."

The chilling voice crashed against the stone wall, instantly turning the remaining embers to ashes.

A burly figure emerged from the shadows, carrying a heavy, menacing sword with a hilt brimming with malevolent energy.

With each step, the hard stone ground cracked open with countless fissures.

As a deadly weapon that has been kept in the imperial city for many years, the commander of the guards revealed a fierce glint in his eyes, exuding an unyielding and domineering aura that brooks no disobedience.

With the lingering sound of flying stones, Bu Jingyun suddenly opened his eyes, and the long-accumulated stagnation in his lungs was completely dispelled by the surging energy.

His imposing physique rose like a pine tree from the ground, his dark sleeves fluttered even without wind, and the cold glint in his eyes was like a newly drawn, gleaming blade, revealing a resolute and ruthless determination to fight alongside his comrades to break through the encirclement.

"Senior Brother Yun, quickly save Chu Chu! I'll deal with these bastards!"

Nie Feng's chest heaved, and he couldn't bother to regulate the chaotic internal energy surging in his lungs. He forced himself to take half a step forward.

The Snow Drinking Cold Blade then trembled and emitted a mournful, soft cry.

"Wind, watch out!"

Bu Jingyun knew that he could not afford to delay even for a moment.

His figure suddenly rose from the ground, his black robe transforming into a streak of ink that swept across the deadly realm, carrying a murderous aura as he headed straight for the prison where Chu Chu was imprisoned.

"None of you will be leaving."

A cruel, mocking smile appeared on the lips of the Grand Commander.

His eyes were filled with confident contempt, like a hawk looking down at a fledgling waiting to be slaughtered, completely ignoring any remaining resistance.

The Ghost Head Heavy Blade casually drew a fierce arc, stirring up the still-warm wisps of smoke, and pressed down on the direction where Bu Jingyun had rushed out.

Nie Feng's footwork was faster than a shadow, and the Snow Drinking Cold Light drew a cold crescent moon in the air, forcefully cutting off the heavy blade's path halfway.

when!!

Accompanied by a heavy thud as the blades clashed.

The sharp, metallic clang pierced straight to the soul.

The Snow Drinker's Cold Light clashed head-on with the Ghost Head Heavy Blade, and the surging waves of energy it generated swept across the vast death cell, causing the surrounding stone pillars, each as thick as a person's embrace, to hum incessantly.

A dull lingering echo reverberated deep within the empty stone hall.

The brutal force poured out wildly along the blade's spine, and the dust accumulated on the dome fell like rolling stones. The iron fence was twisted and broken inch by inch by the aftershocks.

The ground beneath their feet trembled and collapsed under the fierce pressure of the overhead door, suddenly splitting open into several scorched and broken stone pits.

The lingering smoke of murderous intent had not yet settled.

The figure in green robes swept past the churning, settling dust, while the Snow Drinking Mad Blade unleashed a chilling stream of light that severed life, launching a fierce attack on the burly body.

Blade flashes and cold mist erupted in layers like a raging torrent, each collision echoing with the sound of shattering stone within the vast death cell.

Bloodstains soaked through Nie Feng's tattered clothes on his shoulder, but the true energy deep within his lungs surged like the Qiantang River tide, showing no signs of weakness; on the contrary, it grew ever more expansive and profound.

Where the chilling afterimages intertwined, several stone pillars, each as thick as a person's embrace, were plowed with fine scorch marks several feet long by the air blades.

fast!

It was so fast that even the cracks in one's bones felt like they were being chilled to the bone.

A sudden, thunderous roar erupted from the depths of the dungeon, causing dust to cascade down from the beams.

Bu Jingyun held Chu Chu with one arm around her, like a wounded lone wolf emerging from the flames, his body soaked in the thick stench that made it impossible to distinguish friend from foe.

"Wind, retreat!"

"good!"

Nie Feng agreed readily, drawing a circle of bone-chilling cold air from his Snow Drink palm.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Seeing that the prey, whom they were about to capture, was about to escape, the commander let out a thunderous roar.

The Demon Head Heavy Blade swirled with viscous, malevolent energy, slashing out a powerful arc of light capable of shattering metal and splitting stone, aiming to cut the departing figure in half.

Nie Feng slumped off his horse, his Snow Drinking Saber crashing into the heavy blade's spine like a burst dam on an icy river.

The clanging of metal shook the dome, causing dust to fall like rain. The commander's hand trembled violently, and the force of the impact sent his weapon flying half a foot away.

Using the residual force of the recoil, the figure in the green robe flew like a bird returning to its nest, leaving a trail of afterimages before disappearing into the darkness around the corner of the passageway.

The three of them hurried through the gloomy corridor.

Just as the guards intercepting them along the way were about to close in, their throats were shattered into pieces by the chilling aura of the blades.

Bu Jingyun single-handedly protected Chu Chu, his Cloud-Dispelling Palm force sweeping and crashing, turning any living thing in his path into flying corpses in the two violent waves of energy.

Scalding red blood splattered all over the stone walls, and the thick smell of blood instantly filled the deathly silent passageway.

The afterimage rushed to the end of the corridor, where a massive, heavy iron gate, blocking the path between life and death, stood in sight.

Before the dozens of imperial guards could even raise their weapons, Nie Feng's Snow Drinking Saber had already unleashed a fierce, sky-piercing aura, sweeping out from the point of his waist and hips.

The fierce blade first sliced ​​through dozens of fleshy torsos without any hindrance, then slammed into the heavy iron gate blocking the road.

A thunderous roar reverberated through the stone cell, and the massive, thick door was severed diagonally in two amidst the chilling shadows of blades.

The shattered iron fragments swirled wildly, and the three figures crashed through the cold, deathly aura, leaping into the blazing fire.

The sudden burst of intense light tore through the darkness, and the square was brightly lit. Thousands of torches, like red dragons, circled around, illuminating the small area as if it were daytime.

The moment Fengyun burst out of the death cell, his vision was completely filled by the cold, hard military formation that closed in like a tide.

Thousands of powerful crossbows emitted a venomous blue light, their arrowheads locking onto the three men's vital points.

"Run? You two stray dogs, try running again!" The commander approached step by step, knife in hand, a sinister grin on his face.

A bitter feeling welled up in Nie Feng's heart.

If he were alone, he could fight his way out with his Wind God Leg Technique, but how could he abandon Senior Brother Yun and Chu Chu to live on alone?

Thousands of powerful crossbows have sealed off all avenues for maneuver; even a Great Immortal would find it difficult to lead his people out of this massive army's killing formation unscathed.

Just as the arrows were about to be released from the bow.

"I will save their lives."

An aged yet deep, bell-like voice descended from mid-air, causing the crossbow strings to vibrate and hum.

Before the words were even finished, a chilling sword intent powerful enough to split the earth and divide the land plummeted straight down from the heavens, instantly freezing the entire plaza into a deathly silence.

The iron weapons in the hands of thousands of soldiers trembled under the sword intent, and countless clanging sounds of metal clashing merged into a wave of fear.

The Grand Commander felt a metallic taste in his throat. Not only was his internal energy forcibly suppressed back into his dantian, but the ghost-headed saber in his hand trembled violently, emitting mournful cries as if kneeling before the heavens.

An overwhelming pressure locked down every inch of the void.

The commander struggled to raise his head, staring intently at the source of the sword intent, his eyes filled with horror.

The dusty shadow, like a fleeting glimpse of a swan across the night sky, leaped down from the palace eaves and quietly landed in front of Feng and Yun.

The raincoat fluttered wildly in the wind, and the straw hat was pulled low.

The newcomer wasn't carrying any weapons to kill, but instead was clutching a thin, long green bamboo fishing rod.

The Sword Emperor stood there in the moonlight.

A surge of overwhelming joy at escaping a desperate situation welled up in Nie Feng's heart, and he blurted out, "Senior!"

The old man in gray didn't even turn his head, but coldly surveyed the impenetrable military formation around him.

He let out a cold snort, his sarcasm evident in his words.

"Thousands of armored soldiers surrounded and killed a few juniors here. If the ancestors of the royal family knew about this shameless and despicable act, they would probably be so angry that they couldn't even hold down the coffin lid."

Although the commander's legs were shaking, he still had to keep up with his duties.

He swallowed hard, then, with his neck stiff, shouted:

"Where did this old madman come from! How dare he speak like that in the capital? Does he have a death wish? Guards, chop this old bastard up!"

"I'll see who dares to take a step forward."

Sword Emperor gently tapped the fishing rod against the floor tiles, and a dull cracking sound rang out.

An invisible wave of energy emanated from the green bamboo and swept wildly in all directions.

The first few dozen soldiers were swept away like fallen leaves in a gale, without even uttering a sound, their steel swords scattered all over the ground.

The air in the arena suddenly plummeted to freezing point. Thousands of guards looked at each other, their fingertips trembling as they dared not look at the cracks on the ground.

Even the might of Heaven is nothing more than this.

"Imperial Uncle, I beg you, please stop this overwhelming sword intent."

The military formations at the far end of the square parted like a tide, revealing a bright yellow dragon carriage.

A middle-aged man dressed in a dragon robe slowly stepped down from the carriage.

He is the master of this vast land.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

A deafening roar swept across the square, and the soldiers all knelt down in unison.

Only a few battered and broken swordsmen still stood in the cold wind, straight as iron swords that could not bend.

"Hmph! So you finally show yourself?" The Sword Emperor glanced coldly at the Emperor, his tone utterly devoid of politeness.

"If I had been even a fraction of a second slower, these two promising talents from the martial arts world would probably have died at the hands of your imperial henchmen."

"You flatter me too much, Imperial Uncle." A helpless, bitter smile tugged at the corner of the Emperor's lips as he stepped down from the carriage and bowed slightly to the old man in the straw raincoat.

"If I hadn't heard the commotion here, I wouldn't have known it had gotten into such a mess."

"Don't try to fool me." The Sword Emperor shoved Xu Li aside without any politeness, pointing his finger at the two blood-stained figures behind him.

"These juniors are safe with me. Open the gate and let them leave."

The uproar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, suddenly filling every corner of the square.

The commander, in his haste, took half a step forward and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Your Majesty! You must not release them! Nie Feng's open prison break is already a capital offense, and Bu Jingyun is a wanted criminal for the massacre of his entire family. If we let these tigers return to the mountains..."

The emperor gave him a cold glance, and the commander's voice was cut off as if by a blade, rotting away in his throat.

The emperor, having lowered his head and pondered for a moment, finally nodded slightly.

"Since the Imperial Uncle has spoken, I have no reason to say no."

"Step back and let them go."

Astonishment was written in the sweat of every soldier.

No one dared to imagine that the madman, burdened with the crime of exterminating nine generations of his family, could escape unscathed simply because of a single sentence from the old man with the fishing rod.

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Still standing here waiting for food? Get out of here while no one's stopping you!" Sword Emperor cursed, his voice hoarse and urgent.

"Senior, aren't you coming with us?" Nie Feng shouted at the top of his lungs, but hesitated to take a step.

"I still have some family matters to attend to." The Sword Emperor's gaze swept indifferently over the dragon robe, then he waved to Feng and Yun.

"Get out of here! Once the cooking is done, I'll come find you all for a drink."

Just as Nie Feng was about to try to persuade him again, Bu Jingyun forcefully grabbed his wrist.

"Let's go!" Bu Jingyun, a man of decisive action, gave a deep bow to the figure in the straw raincoat.

"I will forever remember your great kindness, senior!"

A strong gust of wind suddenly swirled up the remaining smoke and dust.

Bu Jingyun wrapped one arm tightly around Chu Chu, and together with Nie Feng, they transformed into startling swans, instantly leaping dozens of feet away. In just a few leaps, they flew over the towering palace walls and completely disappeared into the depths of the many halls and pavilions.

The commander's knuckles turned white as he gripped the hilt of his sword, his face filled with resentment. Unfortunately, faced with the emperor's calm and unwavering gaze, he could only swallow his anger.

"Everyone, step back."

The emperor casually waved his hand, dismissing countless layers of armored soldiers.

The once vast square was now desolate, withered leaves swirling over the paving stones, leaving only an old man and a young boy standing under the pale moonlight.