I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The void trembled as two sword intents clashed in mid-air.

Instead of creating a tremendous shockwave, it sounded like two towering mountains silently pressing together, producing a sickening, bone-crushing sound.

The pitch-black blade light, which was originally indestructible, traversed the void, but was now being crushed inch by inch by the golden light, turning into black dust that scattered everywhere.

The golden light of the blade was as imposing as Mount Tai, carrying the great trend of the rise and fall of time, like an irreversible torrent of time, crushing everything with a sense of despair.

"puff!!"

Nie Feng's body trembled violently, and he spat out a spray of blood mist.

The blood was not red, but rather had an eerie, gloomy grayness, as if it had been instantly drained of its life force.

Even more chilling was that several strands of dazzling white hair, which were originally jet black and unruly, were growing at a visible speed, making them particularly terrifying in the grim atmosphere.

"What...what's going on?!"

Pig King, Bu Jingyun, and the others were completely bewildered.

To outsiders, the Blade Emperor's strike was slow and weak, lacking any chilling killing intent. How could it have caused the arrogant Nie Feng to vomit blood with just one move?

Only the First Evil Emperor's pupils shrank to needle size, and the surging waves in his eyes instantly overwhelmed his lifelong self-cultivation. He stared intently at the newly grown white hair in Nie Feng's hair, his voice trembling.

"Deteriorating Qi and Blood... Loss of Life Force... This... How is this possible?!" The Evil Emperor stared intently at Nie Feng's few strands of white hair, his voice trembling.

"This strike... it can actually shorten a person's lifespan?! How can such a terrifying sword technique exist in this world?!"

He was arrogant and thought he had mastered all the martial arts in the world, calling himself "number one". But the strike before him had already transcended the realm of ordinary martial arts and touched the supreme path of the cycle of life and death.

Nie Feng, who was at the center of the storm, finally realized that something was wrong.

After becoming possessed by a demon, he gained heightened senses and keenly perceived a faint but real trace of life force within his body that was truly flowing away.

This unknown fear is far more chilling than internal injury.

Although the demon is fearless of life and death, his obsession remains unresolved.

There is no divine head yet to be taken, so why waste your demonic power here?

Faced with such a bizarre power that could directly strip away one's lifespan, the demon was already considering retreating after weighing the pros and cons.

"roar!!"

Nie Feng let out a low growl of unwillingness, his scarlet demonic eyes glaring deeply at the Blade Emperor, before abruptly turning around and leaping off the precipice without hesitation.

"Junior Brother Feng!!"

"wind!!"

Bu Jingyun and Dugu Meng cried out in alarm and rushed toward the edge of the cliff like madmen.

The abyss was filled with churning clouds and mist. The demonic shadow transformed into a black gale, taking steps on the cliff face every few dozen feet to gain momentum, like a black dragon winding its way down, disappearing into the vast sea of ​​clouds in the blink of an eye.

Bu Jingyun's brows furrowed, his mind filled with doubt.

"Senior, has Junior Brother Feng... finally mastered it? Why doesn't he even recognize us anymore?"

The Evil Emperor watched the black demonic wind gradually dissipate, his expression as solemn as iron.

"It has succeeded... but I'm afraid it has succeeded too thoroughly, and he has lost his true nature, turning into a demon who only knows how to kill."

The sigh was tinged with endless desolation; the Evil Emperor slowly shook his head.

"Whether this kid can come to his senses depends entirely on his own fate. If he continues to go mad like this, his demonic nature will only grow stronger, and his power will only increase. Then... he'll be the greatest scourge of the world!"

Upon hearing this, Bu Jingyun's body stiffened abruptly.

The scene from a few days ago flashed through my mind like lightning—two figures stood side by side in the pouring rain, letting the wind and rain lash them down.

"Senior Brother Yun, if I lose my true nature in the future and become a demon who indiscriminately kills the innocent..."

"I, Bu Jingyun, swear that I will kill you with my own hands, without hesitation!"

The vows of yesteryear still echo in my ears, each word like a knife, carving away at the already cold heart of death.

"Second brother!!"

The First Evil Emperor disregarded his grandmaster demeanor, rushing forward in a few leaps, his cloudy old eyes fixed on the Blade Emperor, his gaze burning like fire.

"Tell me! What kind of sword technique is this?! This is definitely not your Seven Deadly Sins of Heartbreak!!"

The Sword Emperor stood tall and proud, his face beaming with smug satisfaction at having gained such an advantage.

"Want to know? Hehe, sure! As long as you admit I'm the best in the world, I'll tell you!"

In the past, the Evil Emperor would have scoffed at this.

But at this moment, all that remains in my mind is that stunning slash that just now contained the withering and flourishing of time and the annihilation of lifespan.

The Evil Emperor remained silent, secretly calculating in his heart that even at his peak, he might not be able to comprehend this supreme sword intent that touched upon the Great Dao of "Time" in his entire life.

After a long while, this grandmaster sighed, and the arrogant arrogance in his eyes finally dimmed.

"Enough... enough..." The Evil Emperor shook his head bitterly.

"This strike has reached the realm of 'Dao'. I, the First Evil Emperor... am inferior to you. You are number one!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Upon hearing the long-awaited title of "first," the Sword Emperor threw his head back and laughed wildly, the sound waves rippling through the mountains and forests, and tears of excitement welled up in his eyes.

"More than ten years! More than ten years!!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he trembled uncontrollably with excitement, gesturing wildly as if possessed by a madman.

"I finally beat you! I'm finally number one in the world! Hahahaha!!"

Seeing the Sword Emperor's smug and arrogant demeanor, the Pig Emperor, Bu Jingyun, and the others were speechless, but also horrified.

The Second Sword Emperor's swordsmanship was indeed incredibly powerful, reaching an unbelievable level.

"Hey, second brother, have you finished laughing?" Pig King couldn't help but lean forward, his face full of curiosity.

"Now you can tell me, right? What kind of sword technique is this? Did you develop it through your seclusion over the past ten years?"

"Tch! Me?" The Blade Emperor was overjoyed, his face filled with undisguised admiration.

"I don't have that skill! This sword technique was passed down by my good son-in-law, Jiang Chen! It's called the 'Spring and Autumn Sword Technique'!"

"Brother Jiang?!" Chu Chu exclaimed in surprise.

Bu Jingyun's expression suddenly darkened, and he subconsciously touched his empty left sleeve, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes.

The deep-seated hatred of losing an arm and the resentment of having his sword stolen were both inflicted by Jiang Chen!

"That's right! It's Jiang Chen!" The Sword Emperor, completely oblivious to Bu Jingyun's killing intent, continued his tirade.

"My son-in-law is like a god descended from heaven! This 'Spring and Autumn Sword Technique' was just something he casually taught me. Those two moves just now, the first one is called 'Fleeting Beauty,' and the second one is called 'Time Flies'..."

At this point, the Sword Emperor showed regret and paused.

"What a pity, I'm too dull-witted. After practicing for several days, I've only barely scratched the surface of these two moves, not even reaching the beginner level. As for the strongest third move, 'Eternal Emptiness,' I haven't even come close..."

"What?!" These words shocked everyone present, even the Evil Emperor stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

"You...you haven't even scratched the surface?! Your incredibly powerful strike just now didn't even qualify as a beginner?!"

"Nonsense!" The Sword Emperor rolled his eyes.

"If he had truly mastered the art, one strike would have turned that kid into a pile of bones. Would he have escaped?"

hiss--!!

Gasps of shock rose and fell.

With just a rudimentary skill, he was able to force back the demon-possessed Nie Feng. If he could truly master this skill to perfection, how astonishing would it be?

Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine!

"Um... second brother..." Pig King's Adam's apple bobbed as he forced himself to lean closer.

"You're so capable now, why don't you... come with us to the capital?"

"The capital? What would we do in the capital?"

Upon hearing this, the Sword Emperor was slightly taken aback, his face showing a look of astonishment.

"Go deal with Godless!" Pig King spoke rapidly, spitting as he spoke.

"That Japanese devil wants to seize the throne of our Divine Land! The entire martial arts world of the Central Plains is in grave danger, and we desperately need a master like you to save the people!"

"What?! Japanese devils?!"

Upon hearing the words "Eastern Japan," the Sword Emperor's eyes widened, his thick eyebrows stood up like sharp swords, and his murderous aura surged skyward.

"Damn it! These mere barbarians dare to covet the throne of my divine land?! They're tired of living!!"

Although the Second Blade Emperor was obsessed with winning and losing throughout his life, he was also a man who could not tolerate any injustice.

How can the great nation of China allow such petty Japanese to run rampant on its land?

"Go! We must go!!" The golden blade rang out with a deafening roar, the Blade Emperor's voice booming like a bell.

"I'm going to chop off that god's head right now and use it as a consecration for my Spring and Autumn Sword Technique!!"

"Without further ado, let's set off immediately!"

Bu Jingyun suppressed the deep-seated hatred in his heart, his eyes filled with only a cold glint.

Now that Nie Feng has fallen into demonic possession and fled, if he could get the help of a peerless warrior like the Blade Emperor, he would have a better chance of defeating Jue Wushen.

With the bigger picture in mind, even deep-seated personal grudges must be temporarily buried deep in our hearts.

"Brother Yun..."

Chu Chu gently tugged at Bu Jingyun's sleeve, her beautiful eyes filled with tears and deep concern.

"Chuchu, you and Miss Dugu return to Bujia Village and await news." Bu Jingyun's tone was icy, conveying an unyielding resolve.

"This journey is extremely dangerous. You won't be of any help if you go; in fact, you'll only distract us."

Having said that, looking at her pitiful, tear-streaked face, Death's heart softened. He reached out his one arm and pulled her into his embrace, whispering in her ear:

"Take care of yourself, you and the children... wait for me to come back."

Although Dugu Meng was concerned about Nie Feng's safety, she was also aware of the risks involved.

Suppressing the surging sorrow in her heart, she nodded slightly and whispered her instructions:

"Brother Yun, I'm entrusting the wind to you."

"Don't worry, as long as I have a breath left, I will never let Junior Brother Feng get hurt."

Before he could finish speaking, the Sword Emperor impatiently shouted:

"Stop dawdling! Stop with this sentimental drama! He's just a godless idiot, right? I'll take him down! Let's get going!!"

A burst of wild laughter echoed through the sky, and the golden blade pierced the wind as the Blade Emperor charged ahead, speeding towards the distance.

Bu Jingyun, his black robe billowing, followed closely behind, his murderous aura ever-present.

Watching the two figures disappear into the vast sea of ​​clouds, the First Evil Emperor did not rush back to his cave. Instead, he turned his head to glance at the fleshy figure beside him.

"Third brother, why aren't you going?"

"I want to go too!" Pig King scratched his bald head awkwardly.

"But with my meager skills, I would only cause them trouble and be a burden if I went."

"Your 'Creation Blade' is no less powerful than others." The Evil Emperor gave him a deep look, his tone tinged with disappointment and regret.

"The principle of 'no moves are the best moves' is a path to enlightenment. It's just a pity that you were too addicted to wine and women, and ultimately wasted your excellent martial arts skills."

Upon hearing the words "wine and women," the two women felt a chill run down their spines. Looking at the fat, lecherous old man, they felt that this place was even more dangerous than a dragon's den or a tiger's lair.

"Senior Evil Emperor, we... will take our leave now!"

Not daring to linger any longer, the two women hurriedly bowed to the Evil Emperor and fled down the mountain as if escaping.

"Hey? My two nieces, this mountain path is difficult to walk on. Would you like me, Old Pig, to give you a ride?"

Watching the two women hurriedly leave, Pig King enthusiastically shouted out.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the two beautiful figures stumbled and ran faster than rabbits, disappearing at the end of the mountain path in the blink of an eye.

The storm is brewing again; this journey will surely be filled with bloodshed and carnage.