I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"All swords return to their origin!"

Forced to the brink of despair, Wuming's usually indifferent eyes suddenly widened, a sharp glint in them like cold lightning tearing through the night.

In that life-or-death moment, he resolutely abandoned the futile retreat and absorption, and instead transformed the vast Heavenly Sword intent accumulated within his body, along with the violent fist energy that had just been absorbed into his body, into the purest killing edge, releasing it all without reservation in an instant!

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss—"

Amidst the chilling sound of sharp blades tearing through the wind, hundreds of incomparably fierce, frost-white sword energies burst forth from Wuming's entire body and countless pores, like moths emerging from their cocoons!

In an instant, the sky was filled with a brilliant silver light.

Countless strands of sword energy converged at his side into a vast, surging river of sword energy that swept back to the heavens, carrying an unparalleled power capable of severing everything, and roared as it swept towards the massive body of the Fist God.

"Good timing!!"

Witnessing this earth-shattering blow, the Fist God showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he unleashed a bloodthirsty roar as loud as thunder from a clear sky.

Faced with the overwhelming and savage river of swords, this peerless ferocious beast violently shook its arms, and its already imposing muscles bulged out terrifyingly like pieces of indestructible iron.

"Unlimited Punishment!!"

His fists were like a storm falling from the heavens, unleashing hundreds and thousands of powerful blows in the blink of an eye, enough to shatter monuments and split rocks.

Each punch, imbued with domineering energy, fearlessly rammed head-on into the invisible sword stream that was closing in on them.

"Jingle bells—"

The sound of metal clashing, as dense as a torrential downpour, instantly resounded through the sky, like thousands of troops fighting to the death on a scorched earth battlefield.

However, the endless river of sword energy from the Return of Ten Thousand Swords was overwhelming. No matter how fierce and domineering the Fist God's fist technique was, his physical strength eventually showed signs of weakness and vulnerability in the face of the continuous and supreme sword tide.

"boom!!"

A deafening roar ripped the battleground apart.

The protective aura that the Fist God was said to be impervious to all attacks finally crumbled!

Countless fine, sharp sword energies, like maggots clinging to bones, mercilessly tore through the final barrier in an instant, frantically stabbing and slashing at that robust body, harder than refined iron.

"Ugh!!"

A suppressed, raucous sound burst from the fist god's throat.

He felt an overwhelming force slam into his broad chest, and his massive body was pushed backward uncontrollably, like a mountain of gold and jade being toppled.

A pair of thick, strong feet, deeply embedded in the mud, were like two heavy iron plows, carving out two terrifying, bottomless furrows, dozens of feet long, on the hard, iron-like bluestone foundation, before finally managing to stop their retreat.

As the smoke dissipated, hundreds of deep, intersecting sword wounds, revealing bone, were visible on the mad god's iron arms and chest.

Thick, crimson blood flowed down like rain, a truly shocking sight.

"Great! That was awesome! Let's do it again!!"

The Fist God, like a wounded lone wolf, steadied himself, his eyes burning with a frenzied fighting spirit that only intensified due to his severe injuries.

He licked the black blood from the corner of his mouth, ready to unleash even more ferocious power and charge forward once more!

At that very moment—

Rumble—!!!

Without warning, a series of muffled, terrifying sounds, like the drums of hell, erupted from the depths of the earth.

The entire massive island where the Godless Palace is located seemed to be seized and mercilessly crushed by an invisible, ancient giant's hand in that instant!

The ground instantly fractured and caved in like a spider web.

Hundreds of scorching pillars of fire shot into the sky, carrying countless molten rocks and scorched earth, spewing wildly from the island like a fiery inferno, piercing the desolate sky!

This is not a natural disaster caused by an earthquake, but a horrific man-made catastrophe!

That cunning old fox, the Japanese Emperor, had long ago planted a massive amount of explosives here, enough to destroy the entire island.

At this moment, the entire underground area was detonated, clearly with the intention of burying and cremating all the experts who were barely surviving in the Godless Palace, whether they were enemies or allies!

"not good!"

The nameless man's face turned ashen.

With a flick of his blue robe, he rose from the ground like a crane soaring through the clouds, nimbly dodging and weaving across the crumbling, collapsing ground.

Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, and Gui Hu also reacted extremely quickly, each pushing their unparalleled lightness skills to their limits, barely managing to find a foothold amidst the collapsing rocks and towering flames.

The emperor of the Central Plains, having lost all his martial arts skills, was terrified by this apocalyptic scene, his liver and gallbladder trembling with fear, and he fled in panic like a hairless dog, howling in agony.

"Help! Help!"

Perhaps their fate was not sealed. The small patch of ground where this cowardly ruler and the naked Japanese women huddled together miraculously remained intact for three feet amidst the surrounding crumbling inferno, like a lone boat adrift in a doomsday ocean.

Amidst this devastating chaos, akin to a living hell, only one person stands as a ghost, seemingly detached from the ravages.

At the summit of a towering ancient tree not yet completely swallowed by the explosion, Duan Lang, dressed in a fiery red brocade robe, stood with his hands behind his back.

He lightly touched the trembling, withered treetops with his feet, his body rising and falling like a leaf in response to the island's violent shaking, yet his tangled lower body remained as stable as Mount Tai.

He looked down at the Godless Palace below, its narrow eyes gleaming with a cold, eerie light, and surveyed it indifferently as the palace gradually turned into scorched ruins amidst flames and deafening roars.

Looking at the magnificent palace mercilessly engulfed by the flames, a deep and cold cruel killing intent slowly spread across his once heroic and arrogant face.

"snort."

"You old bastard Emperor, this Godless Palace is already mine for the taking. How dare you ruin my foundation?"

A cold glint and greedy ambition flickered in Duan Lang's eyes. His right index finger rhythmically stroked the still-heating hilt of the Fire Scale Sword behind him, his tone low and menacing like a viper's hiss.

"Your Majesty, you are now on my kill list."

This earth-shattering explosion did not stop the epic war from continuing.

"roar--!!"

Amidst the collapsing sea of ​​lava and fire, a furious roar that ripped through eardrums suddenly erupted.

The incomparably robust body of the Fist God stomped down fiercely from the ashes.

His entire body was engulfed in undying karmic fire, like a ferocious beast of Asura emerging from the deepest hell, seemingly oblivious to the earth-shattering devastation around him.

His body, forged through countless trials and tribulations, was so powerful that even the destructive shockwave from the underground explosives, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, could not completely tear him apart!

"Give me back my son's life!!"

The madman from Japan, grieving the loss of his beloved son, had bloodshot eyes as he charged through the air with a suffocatingly dark fist aura.

Wherever it passed, its fists pressed down on solid walls of copper and iron, forcefully extinguishing all the towering flames that swirled along its path, while the crumbling rocks and soil were reduced to dust at its feet.

Wuming stood against the wind, a deep solemnity finally emerging in his usually calm eyes.

The "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source" was his ultimate strike, a move that used the opponent's strength against them and pushed them to their peak. However, it could only leave hundreds of sword marks on the opponent's skin and flesh, and could not sever the source of their violent vitality.

This person's physical strength and inexhaustible flow of true energy have already surpassed the common understanding of martial arts masters.

"We can't kill the God of Fist by fighting head-on... It seems we can only hope that Feng and Yun can join forces."

Wuming's gaze swept quickly over the heavily injured and vomiting Bu Jingyun, and over Nie Feng, who had completely lost his mind and whose demonic eyes were bloodshot.

In the face of life and death, there was no more hesitation.

The nameless figure vanished like a wisp of smoke, shifting half an inch before the violent fist struck, appearing like a ghost at the back of Feng and Yun.

"Open the chest cavity and draw in vital energy!"

The nameless voice pierced through the chaotic minds of the two men, and his palms, like two warm jade seals, landed smoothly on the acupoints on the backs of Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng.

"Buzz—"

A vast and pure Heavenly Sword Origin True Qi transformed into two visible white Qi bridges, pouring into the two people's meridians without reservation.

Bu Jingyun's body suddenly trembled violently, and his dantian was instantly filled with this extremely powerful external force to the point of almost bursting.

On that deathly face, which was perpetually covered in ice, veins bulged as it struggled to withstand such overwhelming internal force.

Completely devoured by demonic energy, Nie Feng let out a painful howl like a wild beast as he looked up at the sky.

Under extreme stimulation, its scarlet demonic eyes blazed with red light. The originally domineering Avici Hell Demonic Qi, under the tempering of the nameless and pure Heavenly Sword True Qi, did not produce any conflict or backlash. Instead, it was like boiling water being poured with oil, pushing the world-destroying demonic essence to an even more terrifying extreme peak.

Having received the ultimate infusion of the pure Heavenly Sword True Qi from the martial arts legend, Feng and Yun's aura instantly became as violent as a rainbow.

Relying entirely on his beast-like instincts, Nie Feng unleashed a chilling black light from his Snow Drinking Blade, freezing the void.

The peerless sword intent, frozen three feet deep, has now shed all its righteous energy and transformed into the purest, most frigid death.

The azure blade energy, imbued with chilling demonic power, instantly suppressed the surrounding raging sea of ​​fire, causing it to freeze into ice.

Bu Jingyun also held nothing back.

He discarded all the complicated military ranks, and his arm shot out proudly like a jet-black dragon.

Within that heavy, cloud-dispelling palm force, there was a sharp sword aura inherited from the nameless one.

The overwhelming force of death descending from the heavens, accompanied by the sword cry that tore through the sky, transformed into countless invisible killing swords hidden in layers of rolling black clouds, which swept down upon the head of the Fist God.

"A mere trick, yet they dare to try and shake a tree!"

Faced with this incredible combined attack capable of shattering rivers and mountains, the Fist God was so enraged that he laughed instead.

His two iron arms stretched out horizontally, like two world-destroying hammers capable of shattering the nine continents, and he met the interwoven net of swords and blades without any fancy moves.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three destructive forces, representing the pinnacle of human power, collided violently, creating terrifying ripples that leveled the surrounding ancient wooden palaces.

Nie Feng leaped into the air, the Snow Drinking Saber in his hand already transformed into a raging, black storm of carnivorous mincing under the completely out-of-control demonic power.

Countless deadly blades, imbued with the abyssal demonic energy, intertwined to form an impenetrable net, each drop of blade energy permeated with a desperate killing intent capable of shattering a soul, determined to tear the mad giant before them to pieces.

Faced with such a ruthless and monstrous attack that left no trace of the victim, the Fist God not only did not retreat a single step, but instead slammed his right arm, which was as strong as a steel plate, into the deepest part of the eye socket of the storm of blades!

"clang--!!"

A deafening roar, like the striking of a thousand-pound bell, shattered the silence.

The seemingly invincible, continuous net of blades was shattered into pieces by a single punch from this pure, unbelievable, ultimate power.

However, Nie Feng was now a half-human, half-demon monster, and his fighting instincts were terrifyingly powerful.

He effortlessly used the violent recoil to twist his body in mid-air.

The cold, sharp blade of the Snow Drinking Blade grazed the protective aura of the Fist God, leaving a trail of dazzling sparks, and like a cold, venomous snake, it instantly coiled around his unsuspecting waist and ribs, a fatal acupoint.

Almost at the same instant, Death God Bu Jingyun's thunderous strike arrived!

The countless overlapping dark palm shadows, like a massive cloud of darkness falling from the sky, completely blocked the Fist God's retreat, and the domineering palm force, combined with the sharp edge of the Heavenly Sword, went straight for his vulnerable back acupoint.

Before him, the demonic blade claimed his life, severing his waist; behind him, the cloud palm cut off his path to survival.

Trapped in this deadly pincer attack with no chance of survival, the Fist God's frenzied face revealed an extremely bloodthirsty and violent mockery.

He suddenly drew in a deep, scorching breath of air like a bellows, and his bulging muscles exploded like terrifying steel armor.

This peerless demon did not dodge or evade, but relied on his physical strength and internal energy to withstand Bu Jingyun's thunderous and devastating palm strike.

His left arm, as thick as the dark iron of the abyss, was like a wildly dancing thunderous iron whip, carrying a terrifying sonic boom capable of shattering mountains, and lashed fiercely at the spine of the Snow Drinking Blade that Nie Feng was about to drink blood from at his waist.

Bu Jingyun's Cloud-Dispelling Palm, infused with the power of the Heavenly Sword, was firmly imprinted on the back of the Fist God's vital point.

The sensation transmitted from the palm was not that of flesh and blood, but rather like a palm forcefully smashing a piece of eternally unmelting Vajra Iron.

An extremely violent and domineering force surged upwards from his palm like a venomous snake, actually shaking the Uncrying Death God's iron-like right arm until it felt numb and on the verge of breaking.

Nie Feng's Snow Drinking Saber, powerful enough to cleave gold and jade, struck the left arm of the Fist God from a strange and tricky angle.

There was a chilling, sharp clang of metal teeth.

The peerless blade, known as the coldest in the world and having drunk countless blood, only managed to cleave through the opponent's protective skin, which was as hard as old tree bark. It was then firmly stuck outside the bone gaps by those terrifying muscles that bulged like rocks, and could not advance even an inch further!

"break!!"

The Fist God was like a fully enraged King of Heaven descending to earth, letting out a fierce roar that shattered the surrounding flames.

The massive, mountain-like body suddenly exerted its power, and an overwhelming surge of innate qi erupted from the 365 major acupoints within its body!

"Bang!"

The dull thuds of two bodies being struck collided.

Under the backlash of this overwhelming and violent energy, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer in the chest. The two figures were thrown uncontrollably towards the collapsing ruins on either side like kites with broken strings.

However, both of them are outstanding figures of their time who have survived countless battles and their fighting resilience is already extraordinary.

While their bodies were still flying backwards in mid-air, the two of them had already bent over strangely in mid-air, like two bloodthirsty cheetahs, and made a desperate counterattack on the ruins of the sea of ​​fire without stopping!

The crimson demonic light in Nie Feng's eyes was almost dripping blood.

He held the Snow Drinking Blade high above his disheveled hair, and the terrifying demonic intent within him, capable of severing all grudges and affections, soared straight to the heavens.

A black, world-destroying blade aura, over ten zhang long and utterly lifeless, descended from the sky with a piercing, space-tearing roar, like a guillotine cleaver that cleaves through life and death!

Bu Jingyun's pale face was filled with murderous intent.

He also abandoned all defense, his palms like two sharp, mad blades tearing through the clouds of the heavens, conjuring two enormous, solid cloud hands that blotted out the sky amidst the smoke and fire, grabbing at the shoulders of the Fist God as ruthlessly as if he were about to crush the void!

With a single strike, he severed the Death Gate of the Heavenly Spirit!

He pinched the collarbones of both of her shoulders with one palm!

The two fought with sword and palm respectively, without any verbal communication or rehearsal before making their moves. They were both immersed in absolute killing intent and fought independently.

Nie Feng's demonic blade is bone-chillingly cold, wielded by a mad and ruthless demon.

Bu Jingyun's Cloud-Dispelling Palm technique is so powerful that it obscures the sun with sorrow and is utterly devastating.

However, at the moment when these two martial arts killing intents, which should have been independent and utterly annihilated, clashed in mid-air, they unexpectedly aligned with some supreme destiny amidst the great calamity.

The wind is formless, yet it is unrestrained and can destroy all things.

Clouds have no form, their gathering and scattering are unpredictable, yet they can swallow the heavens.

Two completely different supreme martial arts essences actually created a soul resonance that transcended the common sense of martial arts and was indescribable on this desperate sea of ​​fire where life hung by a thread!

The purest and most yin Avici demonic energy and the immense and boundless Paiyun True Qi attracted, devoured, and promoted each other, like a tiny spark suddenly falling into a pot of boiling oil.

In an instant, at the point where the two forces converged, a vast and boundless primordial force rose up, blotting out the sky and causing even the raging flames around them to be extinguished and subdued under this terrifying pressure!

A confluence of events has brought about a dramatic change across the land.

Demonic dragons and raging tigers clash in a desperate battle!