I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

True despair descended. Faced with the god of death, Jue Wushen, everyone felt as if their legs were filled with lead and mercury, and they could not even muster the slightest thought of escaping.

"A bunch of ants, if you don't want to live, then all of you, get on your way!!"

The godless man grinned savagely, his right fist slowly rising. Dark red killing intent gathered wildly as if it were a tangible substance, and the surrounding light seemed to be forcibly swallowed by the force of the fist. The world suddenly darkened, as if it were the end of the world.

The shadow of death instantly enveloped Longfeng.

"Killing Fist - Annihilation!!"

The fist was poised to strike, but before it was unleashed, a devastating killing intent had already crushed down like a collapsing mountain.

The terrifying pressure caused the ground to crack inch by inch, and countless heroes were forced to the ground, spitting out blood, feeling as if their bones were about to shatter.

At the critical moment—

"roar……"

A low, suppressed roar suddenly exploded, unlike a human voice, as if a ferocious beast imprisoned for ten thousand years in the deepest abyss had broken free of its shackles and was eager to drink the blood of all living beings.

A dark, demonic aura, colder and more malevolent than the Killing Fist, rolled in like dark clouds covering the sun, instantly engulfing half the square!

If the God of No God is a raging fire that burns the heavens, then the one who comes is a bottomless abyss that devours all things!

"Um?!"

The momentum of the attack by Jue Wushen suddenly stopped, and he turned around to look at the source of the energy.

Not far away, a demonic figure stood, his long hair wildly dancing and obscuring half of his face, dragging a chilling Snow Drinking Mad Blade in his hand.

The sharp blade relentlessly dragged and sliced ​​through the earth, the ear-piercing scraping sound like the howling of ghosts and wolves, leaving behind a deep, bottomless, and hideous ravine.

But what's most unsettling is the eye hidden beneath the disheveled hair.

Crimson red like blood, exuding a chilling bloodlust and madness, devoid of any humanity, only pure killing intent remains—the Demon Eye!

The newcomer was none other than the God of Wind, Nie Feng, who had long since succumbed to demonic possession!

"Junior Brother Feng!!"

A sudden glimmer of hope ignited in Bu Jingyun's lifeless eyes as he stared intently at his junior brother's figure and cried out in a frenzy.

The Second Blade Emperor was terrified, realizing that Nie Feng's demonic energy was many times stronger than it had been a few days ago. His own proud swordsmanship was as insignificant as an ant under the overwhelming demonic power, and he was no match for the junior before him.

He sighed inwardly: This child's martial arts talent is truly one in a thousand years!

The nameless man leaned against the wall, panting. His cloudy gaze fell upon the demonic figure, and his body trembled violently.

"The Demon Blade...it's actually the Demon Blade..."

He could tell at a glance that Nie Feng had mastered the forbidden technique of the First Evil Emperor, his demonic intent had seeped into his very bones, and he had lost his mind. He feared Nie Feng had embarked on a path of no return from which there was no turning back.

Jue Wushen was so frightened by the demonic power that his mind trembled violently. He instinctively took half a step back, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

But once they saw the newcomer's true face, the fear in their eyes vanished instantly, replaced by deafening laughter.

"It's you?!"

"I wondered who this might be, but it turns out to be your defeated opponent! You think you can defeat me by making yourself look like this, neither human nor ghost?"

Faced with the extreme mockery, Nie Feng remained unmoved. The only response to the overlord's maniacal laughter was a pair of demonic eyes that shone with deathly stillness.

At this moment, he had lost all fear and reason; only a frenzied killing intent echoed in his mind.

"kill!!"

The jet-black blade light, like an inky thunderbolt, tore through the sky and instantly struck the overlord's face!

"A mere trick, expose it to me!!"

Facing the fierce blade light, Jue Wushen remained unmoved, his right arm veins bulging, and he unleashed a powerful punch imbued with overwhelming killing intent.

"Killing Fist!!"

The fist and the blade collided fiercely, producing a deafening explosion that shattered the clouds and split rocks. The violent shockwave instantly blew away the surrounding air, carrying sparks that swept across the land.

Using the force of the impact, Nie Feng rebounded, his body twisting and turning strangely in the void like a ghost, and his Wind God Leg technique erupted instantly.

"A resilient blade of grass in the wind!!"

With the infusion of demonic energy, the Wind God Leg technique, combining the agility of wind with the domineering nature of demons, became even more fierce and violent.

The leg movements displayed extreme speed and ruthlessness, like black lightning tearing through the sky, accompanied by a piercing shriek, aimed directly at the sun's vital point.

"A trivial skill!"

With utter contempt, Jue Wushen thrust his left arm out, like a massive iron gate sealing off the path.

"Bang!!"

Legs and arms collided violently, but Jue Wushen's towering body remained as steady as a rock, stubbornly withstanding the heavy blow from the wind god's leg without moving an inch.

Nie Feng, like a ghost, used the momentum to propel himself into the air, his Snow Drinking Saber dancing wildly in mid-air, instantly slashing out countless eerie afterimages.

"Demonic energy is rampant!!"

The blade energy was like a dark cloud destroying a city, each strike carrying a heart-stopping despair, engulfing Jue Wushen.

"Interesting! Much stronger than before!" A fierce light blazed in Jue Wushen's eyes, and his killing intent erupted like a volcano.

"Unfortunately, against absolute power, all fancy tricks are futile!!"

"Kill them all!!"

With a wild laugh, Jue Wushen leaped up, crashing into the net of blades like a savage beast, his fists transforming into countless dark red afterimages as he furiously attacked.

The deafening roar and explosions resounded through the sky, and the chilling blade energy shattered inch by inch under the rain of fists, unable to stop the overlord from charging forward even half a step!

Like a lone boat in a raging storm, Nie Feng weaved through the aftershocks of the explosion, ignoring the bloodstains all over his body. The red light in his eyes intensified, and he was like a demon who knew no pain, as he pressed forward once more.

"The devil is rampant!!"

This technique is devoid of any fancy variations, leaving only a suffocatingly brutal scene. Wherever the blade passes, the scattered rocks freeze and then shatter, turning into dust and flying everywhere.

The blade flashed wildly like a madman, each strike a desperate, all-out attack, and a hundred moves passed in the blink of an eye.

The pain from Jue Wushen's fists was excruciating; the chilling demonic energy seeped in everywhere, frantically eroding his meridians through his protective aura.

"court death!!"

The God of No God was enraged by this reckless fighting style. The mighty overlord was forced into a defensive position by the madman.

"Get out of here!!"

The killing intent within his body burst forth like a raging tidal wave, and the power of his killing fist instantly reached its peak, with no reservations whatsoever.

"Murderous intent!!"

boom!!

The terrifying fist force pierced through the blade net and imprinted solidly on the Snow Drinking Blade. The immense force seemed to shake this divine weapon in two on the spot.

"puff!!"

Nie Feng spat out a mouthful of black blood, his tiger's mouth split open, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and sliding for dozens of feet before finally coming to a stop.

But after only a moment, the blood-soaked Nie Feng swayed and stood up again.

Blood-stained, disheveled hair could not conceal the madness in his eyes. His crimson gaze was fixed on the Overlord, and his fighting spirit burned ever more fiercely, like oil being poured on a raging fire.

"What a reckless mad dog!" A look of seriousness finally appeared in Jueshen's eyes.

"Since you desire death, I will grant your wish!"

With his murderous intent fully revealed, the killing aura around him intensified with each step he took, and the shadow of despair once again engulfed the entire scene like a tidal wave.

Just as Jue Wushen was gathering his killing intent and about to make his move, a sudden change occurred.

"roar!!"

Nie Feng roared to the sky, his voice like the wailing of ghosts and gods. The scattered black sword energy in the sky was strangely restrained and poured back into the Snow Drinking Blade.

The blade trembled violently, its buzzing sound like the whisper of a bloodthirsty demon. A deathly sword intent that changed the very fabric of the world instantly locked down Jue Wushen's vital energy.

The Demon Blade's strongest technique—Demon Extreme Slaughter of Passion!

His demonic intent had reached its peak; he vowed to slay all seven emotions with a single strike!

This blade is no longer an ordinary iron strike; it is a deadly weapon that severs the mortal world and extinguishes all life!

"What?!"

Jue Wushen's expression changed drastically, and a long-lost chill of death pierced his spine.

At this moment, the indestructible golden body has been broken. If he were to use his mortal body to withstand this desperate attack, even if he survived, he would definitely suffer a severe blow!

"Damn it! Endure this!!" Jue Wushen's eyes flashed with ruthless rage as he roared thunderously to the sky.

"If we don't act now, when will we?!"

"Help me kill Nie Feng, and I will grant you your freedom!!"

Before the echoes of the domineering promise had even faded, a series of shrill, ear-piercing whistles tore through the air and exploded suddenly.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh! !

Ten eerie ghostly figures seemed to emerge from the void, instantly appearing like ten tombstones in front of Jue Wushen.

They were all dressed in exotic Japanese clothing, and held aloft a bead of energy emitting an eerie purple light in their palms. These were none other than the legendary Qi Ninjas who used energy to defend themselves!

These ten people were originally top experts of the Purple Qi Sect in Japan. They had been defeated by Jue Wushen in the past and had vowed to do something for the Overlord in order to regain their freedom.

Now is the time to fulfill the vow!

"Form ranks!!"

Ten figures leaped up and stacked themselves on top of each other, instantly transforming into a towering human tower. Ten purple energy beads connected in a line, and the energy flowed and merged wildly from the people to the beads, building an indestructible amethyst energy wall in the blink of an eye!

"die!!"

In Nie Feng's demonic eyes, all things were empty, and he completely ignored the impenetrable wall of copper and iron in front of him. He gathered all his demonic energy and fiercely unleashed a world-destroying move - Demon Extreme Slaughter of Passion!

"when!!"

The piercing sound waves shattered the surrounding rocks, and the Snow Drinker's sharp edge slashed heavily against the top of the air wall.

At the very top, Qi Ren clasped his hands together and actually managed to trap the demonic blade!

"It's blocked?!"

Witnessing this scene, the onlookers were shocked and pale, hardly able to believe what they were seeing.

However, in the next instant, the faces of the ten Qi Ninja suddenly changed drastically, their pupils contracted wildly, and their eyes were filled with a deathly ashen look of utter horror.

This was because the terrifying, earth-shattering blade energy had already penetrated the qi barrier and mercilessly invaded the internal organs, tearing apart the eight extraordinary meridians!

"Quick! Return ten yuan to one!!"

Ten roars thundered, true energy burned, the purple light of the energy bead was instantly dazzling like the sun, the vast backlash was like a river flowing backward, and the Snow Drinking Blade rushed back wildly!

boom!!

A terrifying explosion resounded like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart. The ground within a radius of dozens of feet instantly collapsed, and a violent shockwave, carrying with it a cloud of smoke and dust, shot into the sky, completely engulfing everything.

A blood-red figure shot backward from the billowing smoke like a kite with a broken string. Upon landing, its momentum did not diminish. It slid awkwardly for several feet across the rubble-strewn ground, spewing out a mouthful of blood mist.

"Nie Feng has lost?!"

"Even the Demon Blade can't break through this barrier of energy?!"

The newly ignited flame of hope among the heroes was instantly extinguished by this cruel reality, and their hearts plummeted into an abyss.

The strong wind dispersed the smoke, revealing the true scene of the battle.

The ten figures maintained their bizarre human tower formation, like ten stone sculptures weathered for thousands of years, standing frozen in place, deathly silent.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty—

Click...

A crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out, and a thin, jet-black line slowly emerged from the center of the supposedly indestructible purple energy wall.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! ...

A series of chilling sounds of flesh and bone being torn apart echoed, sounding particularly jarring on the deathly silent Dragon Peak.

The ten Qi Ninjas froze, red threads piercing down from their crowns.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the ten bodies were neatly split in two, sliding down to either side.

The gruesome corpses formed a shocking scene of carnage, plunging the vast Dragon Peak Square into deathly silence, with only countless gasps echoing in the air.

The nameless man's pupils suddenly contracted:

"Nie Feng's Demon Blade... can even cleave the Ten Elements Returning to One in two with a single strike..."

Driven by demonic energy, the Snow Drinking Saber's ferocious aura surged, transforming it into a peerless, deadly blade born solely for slaughter!

"roar!!"

Nie Feng steadied himself, suddenly looked up, his scarlet demonic eyes surging with killing intent, and raised his sword to strike again.

However, the place was empty, and Jue Wushen had already taken advantage of this moment to escape without a trace.

To sacrifice the lives of ten men to save his own life—this ruthless decisiveness truly befits a hero of his generation!