I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

boom!!

The violent sword energy surged like a raging tide bursting its banks, sweeping across all directions in an instant, unstoppable.

"You think I'm afraid of you?!"

Although Pig King was usually playful and carefree, he was now aroused and his round body trembled violently. His inner energy surged and he instantly unleashed his unique skill - Creation Blade!

The sword intent was unrestrained and ever-changing, attempting to withstand this thunderous strike head-on.

Rumble!!!

The two powerful blade energies collided with a deafening roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The terrifying energy spread rapidly in a ring shape, causing sand and stones to fly and the ground to crack inch by inch. The hard mountain walls on both sides were sheared away in several layers as if they were tofu, and the dust and debris filled the sky!

However, this attack was not evenly matched, and the outcome was decided in an instant.

The difference between the two sides was like heaven and earth. The seemingly exquisite and ever-changing sword intent of the Creation Blade was as fragile as paper in the face of the Second Blade Emperor's absolutely domineering and devastating offensive, and crumbled in an instant!

"Oh my god!"

With a scream, the Pig King spat out blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into the rock wall. He was dazed and saw stars.

Seeing the perilous situation, the old sweeper, Leng Lao, suddenly flicked his withered wrist, and the bamboo broom in his hand transformed into a sharp arrow, carrying a strong wind straight for the Sword Emperor's face!

Unexpectedly, the sword aura protecting the sword emperor was so domineering that the broom was instantly shredded into dust by the invisible sword force when it was still three feet away.

Old Leng let out a muffled groan, his body being thrown back several feet by the force of the energy, leaving him staggering and unable to stand.

"Hmph! Utterly pathetic!"

The Sword Emperor withdrew his gaze, raised his sword, and approached the cave entrance, his entire body exuding a murderous aura like a demon descending upon the world.

"Don't even think about disturbing Junior Brother Feng!!"

Bu Jingyun stood proudly before the stone gate, his palms churning with intense black energy, his back as straight as a solitary peak, and his eyes revealing a resolute determination to face death.

"Where did these ants come from? Get lost!"

Without even lifting his eyelids, the Blade King casually slashed out with his blade.

A golden light flashed, and the terrifying blade energy pressed down like Mount Tai, tearing even the air apart.

Bu Jingyun felt the aura of death rushing towards him, with no way to avoid it. He immediately roared and pushed his full strength to the peak. As he unleashed the Cloud-Dispelling Palm, his body advanced instead of retreating!

boom--!!

The palm strike and the sword energy clashed violently, creating a thunderous explosion on the ground. The violent shockwave instantly surged like a raging torrent, sweeping across the surrounding area.

The disparity in strength was as vast as heaven and earth. Bu Jingyun was struck as if by a thunderbolt. His protective aura collapsed instantly, blood gushed from his mouth, and his body flew backward like a meteor, smashing the ten-thousand-pound stone door behind him to pieces, with rubble falling like rain!

"Brother Yun!!"

Chu Chu screamed pitifully, stumbled forward, and helped up the heavily injured Bu Jingyun from the ruins, tears streaming down her face.

The Sword Emperor's expression was as cold as ice. He didn't even glance at the stone, and strode straight across the rubble and into the desolate stone chamber.

His gaze was like lightning, instantly locking onto the entrance to the deep and unfathomable secret passage on the side. Without stopping, he charged straight into the winding, dark tunnel, carrying a chilling aura.

Heavy footsteps echoed endlessly in the deep passageway, like the beating of war drums, each step shattering the long-standing eerie silence.

At the end of the passageway, a magnificent grotto with a high dome suddenly appears before you.

The walls are covered with jagged rocks, resembling a hundred ghosts walking at night, ferocious and terrifying.

In the center of the grotto, a stench wafts from a demonic pool, where dark red blood churns endlessly, resembling boiling, scalding blood from the depths of hell.

A person sat cross-legged in the pool, eyes closed, surrounded by black and red demonic energy like a cocoon. His face was twisted and ferocious, as if he was suffering from the torment of ten thousand ants gnawing at his heart.

"First! Get out here, you bastard!!" The Blade Emperor coldly swept his gaze across the figures in the pool, completely unconcerned, and roared back.

"I know you're here! Come out and fight me to the death! Otherwise, I'll destroy this wretched cave of yours!!"

The sound waves roared through the cave, causing rubble to tumble down from the ceiling.

"well……"

The sigh, though not loud, seemed to contain endless vicissitudes and loneliness, echoing through the long years and reverberating in the empty grotto.

The stone door to the hidden chamber slowly opened, and the First Evil Emperor stepped out, his robes billowing, yet his expression remained as calm as a still well.

"Secondly, why are you doing this to yourself?"

"Enough talk! Let's get started!"

The Second Blade King paid no heed, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit. He raised his golden blade high, his momentum poised to cleave Mount Hua in two.

The blades whistled through the air, but stopped abruptly the moment they struck.

The Sword Emperor's imposing figure suddenly stiffened, his violent aura vanished instantly, and his eyes widened as he stared intently at his nemesis before him—

The First Evil Emperor's shoulders were already bare, leaving only his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

"You...your hand?!" The Sword Emperor was struck dumb, his face filled with disbelief.

"How did your hand get broken?!"

"The demonic nature is impossible to suppress. To avoid further indiscriminate killing of innocents, the only option is to sever my own arms."

The First Evil Emperor spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about someone else's affairs.

"What?!"

A thunderous roar erupted, and the Sword Emperor's aura vanished instantly. His golden sword fell limply to the ground with a crisp clang.

"What's the point of hitting someone if you don't have hands!" He spat angrily.

"I may want to beat you, but I wouldn't stoop to bullying a cripple! Since you're already useless, the title of 'number one' is naturally mine! How boring!"

Disheartened, the Sword Emperor sheathed his sword and was about to leave when, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Demon Pool and caught sight of a figure entangled in layers of black mist.

"Hmm?" The Blade Emperor paused, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"This kid... is practicing with the Demon Blade?!"

Although he was a complete stranger to Nie Feng, how familiar this aura was!

It is exactly like the Evil Emperor, even... purer and more evil!

It sends chills down your spine!

"stop!!"

A flurry of hurried footsteps sounded as Pig King staggered in, clutching his chest, followed closely by Bu Jingyun and the others, all looking anxious.

"Second! Don't do anything reckless!" The Pig King roared, ignoring his injuries.

"Nie Feng is at a critical juncture. If he is interrupted now, his meridians will be severed, and he will explode and die!!"

The First Evil Emperor swayed and stood in front of Nie Feng, saying in a deep voice:

"Secondly, you can find an opponent later. But this child willingly became a demon to save the world. If you act now, you will be making an enemy of all living beings!"

The Sword Emperor coldly surveyed the crowd before him, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, and a mocking sneer slowly crept onto his lips.

"Hmph, do I look like the kind of despicable person who takes advantage of others in their time of need?"

With a flick of his wrist, the golden sword clattered back into its sheath. The Sword Emperor stood proudly with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed intently on the figure in the pool.

"So, this kid is your successor?"

"Since you're crippled, then I'll wait for him!"

"Once his demonic blade is fully mastered, I'll defeat him fair and square! Then, I'll let the whole world know that my blade is truly the best in the world!!"

The cave was deathly silent, except for the sound of a heartbeat.

As time passed, and after an unknown period of time, the once boiling and turbulent Demon Pool, roaring like a ferocious beast, gradually returned to calm.

However, this deathly silence lasted only a moment before a shocking change occurred without warning!

The pool of crimson blood seemed to be drawn in by some invisible force, being frantically absorbed into the body of the figure in the pool as if swallowed by a whale. The water level dropped rapidly at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, it was completely dried up, with not a drop of blood left!

"this……"

Everyone held their breath, their countless gazes fixed on the figure at the bottom of the pool, not daring to utter a sound.

In the deathly silence, Nie Feng slowly stood up, his bare upper body revealing clearly defined muscles, as if sculpted by a knife and axe. His originally smooth skin now shimmered with an eerie dark red glow, exuding a breathtaking and bewitching beauty.

"Junior Brother Feng!"

"wind!"

"Nie Feng!"

Bu Jingyun, Dugu Meng, and the Pig King were extremely anxious and rushed forward, their concern evident in their words:

"How did it go? Did you succeed?"

Despite the anxious calls from the crowd, Nie Feng seemed to ignore them, his figure standing still with his head bowed like a withered tree, showing no reaction to the commotion around him.

Suddenly, he slowly raised his right hand and looked toward his left eye.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he ripped off the black blindfold and casually tossed it into the dust.

Swish! !

Nie Feng suddenly raised his head and roared, his full head of black hair moving wildly without wind, like mad snakes dancing wildly, and his body erupted with a terrifying demonic power that was suffocating!

What they saw made everyone gasp in shock and their scalps tingle – in their left eyes was a sea of ​​scarlet blood!

There was no emotion, only endless killing and destructive desires churning within it.

Looking into their eyes is like facing a deep abyss, making one feel as if they have fallen into an ice cave, with a chill that seeps into their bones.

"Here comes the knife!"

Nie Feng made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand, his low shout hoarse and cold, as if it came from the underworld.

hum! !

The Snow Drinking Saber seemed to possess sentience. Drawn by demonic energy, it hummed and trembled uncontrollably, flying out of Nie Feng's hand and turning into a cold gleam that landed in Nie Feng's palm.

boom!!!

The moment the Snow Drink was in hand, boundless demonic power erupted like a volcanic eruption, transforming into a towering black and red pillar of energy that shot straight towards the heavens and the earth!

The force of the energy was so powerful that it blasted through the rock-solid cave ceiling!

slam-la-

Rocks rained down like a storm, and the entire cave shook violently, teetering on the brink of collapse, as if the end of the world had arrived.

"Oh no! The tunnel is collapsing! Run!!"

The Pig King, his face ashen, roared mournfully and urged everyone to flee.

"Run!!"

Bu Jingyun pulled Chu Chu up, Dugu Meng supported Xiao Tong, and the group, looking disheveled, hurriedly fled out of the inner cave.

Amidst the chaos and clamor, only two figures remained motionless, like evergreen pines and cypresses.

A figure holding a snow-white drink exudes a chilling demonic aura, like a demon god from the deepest hell.

One man, wielding a golden sword, was burning with fighting spirit, like a reincarnated overlord!

"Good! Good! Good!!" The Blade Emperor's eyes showed no fear, only the frenzied fervor of a predator eyeing its prey.

"This is the true demonic blade! This is the one who is worthy to be my opponent!!"

"Come on! Let me see just how strong your knife really is!!"

Before he finished speaking, the Sword Emperor sprang up like a tiger descending a mountain, his golden sword crackling with thunderous force as he cleaved Mount Hua in two!

Nie Feng's expression was as indifferent as ice. The Snow Drinking Saber in his hand seemed to be driven by demonic power, flowing upwards and drawing a chilling and fierce blade light, which collided fiercely with the golden saber that was carrying the force of wind and thunder!

clang---!!

Two unparalleled sword intents clashed violently in mid-air, the sound of metal striking metal deafeningly loud!

There were no fancy moves, only the most primal clash of power. The explosive energy surged like a raging tide, distorting the air within a radius of several feet!

clang!clang!clang!

The dense sounds of impact exploded like a sudden storm, and as the blades flashed, the entire grotto seemed to tremble violently with each clash.

The second strike of the Emperor's Blade was fierce and unparalleled, with wide and sweeping movements. Each strike carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, aiming to cleave this world in two.

On the other hand, Nie Feng's swordsmanship after being possessed by the demon was unpredictable and strange, revealing the extreme ferocity and sharpness of the world. Every move was aimed at vital points, and he was in a desperate situation of attacking without regard for his own safety!

This is the true essence of the Demon Blade—abandoning defense, discarding life and death, existing only for slaughter, born only for destruction!