I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

It was late at night.

Duan Lang was already in the next room, embracing Yan'er and meditating, their breathing long and even.

Jiang Chen, however, was lying on the bed with his eyes slightly closed, seemingly resting.

In fact!

"Buzz!"

With a soft hum, Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

In the dark room, two beams of light seemed to flash.

In that instant, a small, independent world seemed to appear deep within Jiang Chen's pupils.

In this small world, a "martial arts miniature" radiating golden light is tirelessly practicing martial arts.

His left leg moved lightly and gracefully, bringing with it a flurry of wind blades—this was the "Formless Divine Wind Leg."

The right leg was powerful and domineering, with a faint sound of a dragon's roar, which was the "Five Forms of the Heavenly Dragon".

One wind, one dragon; one gentle, one strong.

Two of the world's top leg techniques were used alternately by the martial arts novice, neither giving way to the other.

"Merge!"

With a thought, Jiang Chen activated his Martial Dao Heavenly Eye at full power.

The martial arts figure moved faster and faster, until finally it transformed into a blurry blur of light and shadow.

The wind helps the dragon's momentum, and the dragon borrows the wind's power.

The two distinct leg techniques, which were originally clearly separate, began to gradually merge.

The complicated techniques were eliminated one by one, leaving only the most core and essential artistic conception.

Time passed by, second by second.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Jiang Chen's forehead.

This kind of high-intensity simulation consumes a great deal of mental energy.

But the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

finally--

"Boom!" A thunderclap seemed to resound in Jiang Chen's mind.

The little martial arts figure in the pupils suddenly stopped moving.

The countless wind blades and dragon shadows vanished completely.

Instead, there are six earth-shattering leg techniques.

The dragon represents power, the wind represents form;

The essence is non-attachment, and the ultimate goal is the extinction of the Tao.

This is not just a fusion of two leg techniques, but a qualitative leap, a "top-level Taoist technique" among leg techniques!

As Jiang Chen finished practicing the last move, he felt a jolt throughout his body. The chaotic leg images in his mind instantly merged into one, transforming into a dazzling martial arts seed.

An unprecedented realization welled up in my mind.

"It's done!"

This leg technique doesn't follow any set routines; it only focuses on the result.

When the opponent sees the leg, it's too late; when they feel the wind, they're already under the leg.

"Since that's the case..." Jiang Chen's lips curled into a wildly joyful smile, "Let's call it—Heavenly Dragon Formless Leg!"

First move: Dragon in the Shadows: The wind travels through the earth's veins, the dragon hides its deadly intent.

Second move: Wind-Splitting Dragon Spine: With one leg out, the wind splits mountains and rivers.

Third Form: Dragon Soars Through the Wind: The dragon is in the sky, and the wind is its prison.

Fourth Form: Stepping Beyond Boundaries: With one step, all boundaries are shattered.

Fifth Form: Heavenly Dragon Suppresses the World: The dragon's power descends to the ground, and all living beings bow their heads.

The Sixth Form: Formless Extinction of the Dao: When the wind ceases, the form vanishes, and the dragon returns to nothingness.

"Good! What a magnificent Heavenly Dragon Formless Kick!" Jiang Chen sat up abruptly, feeling the six profound moves in his mind, his heart pounding with excitement.

This brand-new leg technique, in terms of quality, has probably surpassed the original Wind God Leg and Dragon Subduing God Leg, reaching a completely new level!

"With this Heavenly Dragon Formless Leg technique, I can roam freely throughout the martial world!"

The next morning.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Brother Duan! Is Brother Duan there?"

Before you see him, you hear his voice.

It was Dugu Ming.

Inside the room, Duan Lang, who was wiping his longsword, frowned slightly and exchanged a glance with Jiang Chen beside him.

"What is Dugu Ming doing here so early?" Duan Lang muttered to himself, then sheathed his sword, got up and opened the door.

Outside the door, Dugu Ming, dressed in brocade robes, did not appear as arrogant as usual, but rather carried a complex expression.

"Young City Lord," Duan Lang said with a slight bow, his expression calm, "I wonder what brings you here, Young City Lord?"

Dugu Ming looked at the young man in front of him, who was a few years younger than himself, took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

"Brother Duan, I've come... to apologize."

"Oh?" Duan Lang raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"I lost yesterday's battle." Dugu Ming gave a bitter smile and shook his head. "I thought about it all night, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized how unfathomable Brother Duan was. Although I, Dugu Ming, am arrogant, I am not someone who can't accept defeat."

At this point, he raised his head and looked intently at Duan Lang.

"Brother Duan's swordsmanship, though it was never drawn, possessed an intent that I have never witnessed before. Apart from my uncle, the Sword Saint, Brother Duan is undoubtedly the best!"

These words were spoken with utmost sincerity.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, the strong always earn respect.

Although Duan Lang did not draw his sword in yesterday's battle, his calm demeanor and the stunning final strike of the "Blazing Sun Sword Technique" completely impressed Dugu Ming.

"Young City Lord, you flatter me." Duan Lang smiled faintly, the aloofness in his eyes lessening somewhat. "I was merely lucky."

"Brother Duan, there's no need to be modest." Dugu Ming waved his hand. "I, Dugu Ming, consider you a friend! From now on, in Wushuang City, if you need anything, just ask. I, Dugu Ming, will never refuse!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang's heart stirred.

He subconsciously glanced at Jiang Chen behind him.

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, indicating that the time was ripe.

Duan Lang understood immediately, then sighed, a look of longing appearing on his face.

"To be honest, besides seeking refuge with the city lord, I have another request to make of Wushuang City."

"Oh? Brother Duan, please speak," Dugu Ming said heartily.

"I have practiced swordsmanship since childhood and have long been obsessed with the way of the sword." Duan Lang looked intently at Dugu Ming. "I have long heard that the Sword Saint of Wushuang City is a legend in the way of the sword in this world, and I admire him greatly. If I could meet the Sword Saint and listen to his teachings, I would die without regret."

"You want to see my uncle?" Dugu Ming was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Also.

For those who practice swordsmanship, the Sword Saint is a god-like being.

It is reasonable for Duan Lang to make this request.

"This..." Dugu Ming hesitated for a moment, seemingly somewhat troubled.

"What's wrong? Is the young city lord in trouble?" Duan Lang's heart tightened.

"It's not that it's difficult," Dugu Ming scratched his head. "It's just that my uncle is eccentric and secluded for many years. He doesn't see anyone except my father. Even I haven't seen him for several years."

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Duan Lang's eyes.

However, Dugu Ming's next words rekindled his hope.

"However..." Dugu Ming looked at Duan Lang and suddenly laughed, "Since it is Brother Duan who has spoken, I will go all out! Although my uncle does not see outsiders, if he knew that a sword genius like Brother Duan was visiting, he would surely be delighted."

"Really?" Duan Lang was overjoyed.

"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond!" Dugu Ming patted his chest and assured him, "Let's go! I'll take you to the Sword Pavilion right now! If your uncle blames you, I'll take the blame for you!"

"Thank you, Young City Lord!" Duan Lang bowed deeply, this time with genuine gratitude.

"Hahahaha! Let's go!" Dugu Ming laughed loudly, and pulled Duan Lang out.

Jiang Chen followed behind, watching the two figures from behind, a smile playing on his lips.

Although Dugu Ming was a playboy, he was also a man of character.

If you are strong enough to subdue him, he will treat you as a brother.

Such people are actually much easier to get along with than those hypocrites who spout platitudes about benevolence and morality.

"Sword Saint..." Jiang Chen looked up at the distant, misty mountain peaks, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Are we finally going to meet this legendary swordsman?"

"I wonder which sword technique the Sword Saint has mastered so far?"

The three, each with their own thoughts, sped toward the forbidden area behind Wushuang City—the Sword Pavilion.