I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Night had fallen, and a fierce wind was gathering dark clouds.

A solitary figure, shrouded in the night wind, crashed down like a meteor tearing through the sky onto the desolate riverbank ten miles from the fishing village.

Bu Jingyun's brows were furrowed as he stared intently at the surging, roaring river before him, a hint of extreme anxiety flashing across his eyes.

Junior Brother Feng's demonic energy, as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind, vanished completely upon reaching the riverbank, as if it had evaporated into thin air.

"Junior Brother Feng..."

Bu Jingyun murmured softly, his toes pausing slightly as he prepared to gather his energy and unleash his supreme lightness skill to forcefully cross the river and search.

At that very moment, a strange aura, both yin and yang, yet concealing a chilling killing intent, silently slithered closer from behind him like an invisible venomous snake.

"Who goes there!"

Bu Jingyun suddenly turned around and shouted.

With a cold shout, an incomparably fierce sword intent emanated from his body, cutting through the surrounding void with a hissing sound, and even the wind blowing across the river was forcibly split in two by the invisible sword energy.

The pale moonlight pierced through the clouds and fell on the river surface, and above the surging waves, a dazzling red figure was seen riding the waves.

The woman was tall and slender, her fiery red robe fluttering in the river breeze.

Her long, black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her long, pale fingertips were idly playing with several slender silver needles that gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light, examining them closely in the chilly moonlight.

Only when he gracefully approached like a startled swan did Bu Jingyun finally see his true appearance clearly.

This person had an extremely alluring and seductive face, with a captivating charm flowing between her brows. However, a prominent Adam's apple appeared on her slender, fair neck, making her an androgynous, neither male nor female, eccentric creature.

"Tsk tsk, what a handsome young man, and what an unparalleled and domineering sword intent."

The woman in red lightly covered her lips with her fingertips, letting out a seductive yet sharp and piercing laugh that sent chills down one's spine.

"This impressive demeanor... could it be the renowned Bu Jingyun, the Uncrying Death God of the Central Plains martial arts world? Indeed, seeing is believing."

Bu Jingyun's eyes instantly turned icy cold, and a dense cloud of energy, visible to the naked eye, surged around him. His killing intent, as tangible as a physical entity, locked onto the strange man before him.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking my way?"

My name is Qiu Jue.

The woman in red cast a seductive glance, her fingertips casually flicking at the silver needles, which collided and produced a clear, ringing sound, like the clanging of swords.

"I have long admired your reputation, and I have come here specifically to learn from your skills."

"Soaring Through the Waves!"

A delicate shout, neither male nor female, suddenly exploded in the night sky over the wilderness, like a thunderclap rising from the ground.

Suddenly, Qiu Jue's vanished figure became ethereal, transforming into an extremely beautiful red light that left countless afterimages on the raging river surface, almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

So fast!

Bu Jingyun's cold pupils suddenly contracted. His movements were truly as unpredictable as a ghost from the netherworld, and there was not a sound of wind being cut through the air beneath his feet.

The Seeking Absolute Movement Technique is extremely unpredictable, like a lone boat adrift in a raging sea, rising and falling strangely with the flow of the heavens and earth, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, making it impossible for anyone to pinpoint its true form and aura.

In an instant, several sinister and sharp gusts of wind mercilessly tore through the air, carrying a piercing shriek that stung the eardrums, heading straight for Bu Jingyun's fatal acupoint between his eyebrows.

Bu Jingyun faced the lightning-fast, devastating attack head-on, his expression as cold as ice.

His feet were firmly planted on the riverbank rocks like the roots of an old tree, his imposing body remaining completely still.

His powerful inner energy surged wildly, whipping his robes into a fluttering sound, and a domineering palm force, as strong as a tidal wave, rapidly compressed and gathered in his right palm.

"Wearing clouds and the moon!"

Bu Jingyun's tongue crackled like thunder, and his right palm, poised to strike, unleashed a devastating force.

The palm strike was as heavy as a mountain, as if a hundred thousand mountains were collapsing overhead. It not only used force to break through skill and completely blocked all the strange paths to the ultimate goal, but also carried an absolute crushing force that seemed to shatter the void between the two with a single palm strike.

"Boom!"

The dull and domineering force of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm clashed violently with the incoming red light in mid-air, unleashing a deafening and terrifying roar.

The violent and unparalleled shockwave transformed into tangible ripples that swept wildly in all directions, scraping the solid riverbank three feet deep. Debris flew everywhere, and a cloud of dust instantly engulfed the riverbank.

Qiu Jue's originally elusive and ghostly figure was finally exposed in the face of overwhelming power, and he was forced to reveal his true form from the void.

She let out a suppressed, painful groan, her alluring figure tumbling awkwardly through the air a dozen times before she barely managed to dissipate the pervasive and domineering true energy.

Her toes touched the ground, landing on a massive, dark reef jutting out of the river, her narrow eyes filled with horror.

"Such unfathomable internal energy! Such incredibly powerful and unparalleled Cloud-Dispelling Palm!"

Bu Jingyun has always adhered to the ruthless style of striking while the iron is hot, leaving his opponents no chance to catch their breath.

He shifted his palm stance and pointed his fingers like a sword. Above his long, slender fingers, a peerless sword aura, as black as ink, flickered wildly, emanating a pure aura of destruction powerful enough to make heaven and earth tremble.

"The sword leaves its mark!"

With a slight flick of his wrist, a jet-black sword aura suddenly pierced the night sky.

This sword strike was silent and stealthy, yet it embodied the word "domineering" to the extreme.

Wherever the inky sword energy passed, the air along the way seemed to be instantly sucked dry and burned away, leaving a dark crack in the visible void that could not be healed for a long time, as if the sky had been forcibly ripped open with a hideous, bone-revealing gash.

As he faced the fatal sword strike, he felt an unprecedented terror gripping his heart.

She let out a shrill scream as if she had lost control, and recklessly unleashed all the internal energy in her dantian, her fair arms transforming into a thousand-armed Guanyin, waving wildly.

Within the wide red sleeves, hundreds and thousands of chilling silver needles poured out like a cascading Milky Way from the heavens.

"The Four Ultimate Needles—A Thousand Needles, Ten Thousand Ultimate Needles!"

The countless fine silver needles, drawn by the Qi, swirled and collided at high speed, instantly converging into a huge, dazzling silver needle ball with a diameter of over ten feet.

The needle-like ball spun wildly, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear the sky apart, like a destructive meteorite crashing down from the heavens, recklessly heading towards the black sword mark that cleaved the earth and split the sky.

"boom--!!!"

The pitch-black, destructive sword mark and the enormous silver needle-like ball collided violently in the sky above the vast river.

In an instant, the world lost all color.

The destructive energy storm surged wildly like a tsunami, and the wide river below seemed to be boiling, with dozens of towering water columns shooting into the sky.

Hundreds of ancient trees along the shore, some hundreds of years old, collapsed and turned into dust in an instant under the shockwave of the apocalypse.

"Click...click..."

The seemingly indestructible silver needle ball, after a mere half-breath of stalemate, ultimately could not withstand the invincible and domineering sword intent of "Sword Mark".

The smooth surface was instantly covered with a dense network of cracked spider webs, and then shattered and disintegrated with a deafening explosion, turning into a shower of silver powder that fell sadly in the wind.

Qiu Jue's face was deathly pale, as white as paper, and a streak of shockingly dark blood oozed from the corner of his lips.

She used the terrifying recoil to retreat dozens of feet, but the ferocity surging in her foxy eyes was even stronger than before.

With nowhere to grab onto while in mid-air, she suddenly swung her hands forward frantically.

The scattered silver dust seemed to come alive and re-condensed, instantly transforming into millions of fine, poisonous flying needles, which rained down on Bu Jingyun like a torrential downpour.

"Hidden Needle Technique - Rain of Pear Blossoms!"

This move is her true, deadly weapon, which she has painstakingly hidden!

Openly engage in a battle while secretly plotting to kill!

Each needle in the torrential rain was imbued with an extremely yin and poisonous internal force, and its angle was so cunning and ruthless that it instantly sealed off all escape routes for Bu Jingyun.

"Hmph, a mere trick."

Bu Jingyun let out a disdainful snort, his eyes filled with arrogant disdain.

He drew countless mysterious afterimages with his hands in front of him, his ten fingers manipulating the void, and in the blink of an eye, he created a dense, impenetrable black sword net in front of him.

"Sword Flows Through the Clouds!"

This sword move is not as fierce and explosive as the previous one, but rather flows continuously like clouds and water, perfectly demonstrating the martial arts principle of combining strength and gentleness.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

The crisp, rapid sounds of raindrops hitting banana leaves echoed along both banks of the river.

The overwhelming rain of deadly needles crashed heavily against the black sword net, but it was as if a mud ox had entered the sea, unable to advance an inch.

All the sinister and vicious energy was easily neutralized and deflected by the supple and continuous sword energy, falling into the raging river and stirring up large swaths of pale white water.

With a flick of his finger, Bu Jingyun shattered this deadly trap. His aloof figure moved without the slightest hesitation, and he instantly transformed into a phantom afterimage in the fierce river wind.

"A Fairyland in the Clouds!"

As light and shadow shifted, he seemed to completely dissolve into the void, transforming into a wisp of ever-changing, ethereal mist, leaving no trace yet omnipresent.

Qiu Jue was terrified and hurriedly looked around at the water and sky, only to be horrified to find that he could not detect even the slightest trace of Bu Jingyun's aura.

The next instant, an extreme chill that seemed to freeze the soul surged forth from the depths of her bare back without warning.

Bu Jingyun's cold and aloof figure, like a demon god, had silently appeared less than three feet behind Qiu Jue, as if by some unknown force.

He held his left hand proudly behind his back, while his right hand, with sword fingers pointing in the air, gestured deftly.

A terrifying sword aura, extremely refined and containing boundless destructive power, flickered uncertainly at his fingertips, aiming directly at Qiu Jue's vital point, yet it remained suspended like an arrow on a bow, unreleased.

Although the overwhelming sword intent did not actually touch his flesh, it had already made Qiu Jue's back skin feel as if it were being pricked by needles.

Large beads of cold sweat instantly rolled down her back like a waterfall, completely soaking her fiery red clothes.

The wind was deathly still at that moment.

The waves subsided in that instant.

Qiu Jue stood frozen in place as if he had fallen into an ice cave, not daring to move even a little finger.

She knew better than anyone that if she dared to make the slightest rash move, the sword energy she held back would mercilessly pierce her heart.

After a long while, she finally managed to suppress the trembling that surged through her heart and turned her body around very slowly and stiffly.

Looking at the peerless master before him, whose expression was indifferent and who looked down upon all living beings like a god or demon from the heavens, Qiu Jue's eyes were filled with undisguised bitterness and deep awe.

"Such ghostly movements...such domineering sword intent..."

Qiu Jue, utterly dissipating the power he had gathered throughout his body, let his arms hang limply.

She forced a charming smile, her voice trembling slightly:

"As expected of the world-renowned Uncrying Death God, I am completely convinced of my defeat."

"Your martial arts skills are astonishing. Even if I were to train for another ten years, I would still be no match for you."

Bu Jingyun calmly dispersed the condensed sword energy emanating from his fingertips, stood with his hands behind his back again, and coldly uttered a few words:

"Your martial arts style is neither from the Central Plains nor from Japan."

Qiu Jue raised her trembling hand to gently stroke the strands of hair at her temples that had been ruffled by the sword wind, forcibly suppressing the turbulent blood and qi within her body, and let out a delicate laugh:

"Death has such a sharp eye."

"Indeed, I am not from the Central Plains, but from the land beyond the Great Wall. I am the master of 'Defeated Without a Way Out'."

The brief clashes appeared thrilling and perilous on the surface, but in reality, both sides were very tacitly aware of stopping short of a fight and never truly risked their lives to fight to the death.

While the "Dark Needle Technique" of seeking absolute power is indeed insidious, bizarre, and difficult to defend against, it ultimately does not contain the resolute will to perish together with the enemy.

While Bu Jingyun's devastating "Sword Mark" was incredibly powerful, it actually only unleashed less than 30% of his sword intent.

The fierce battle under the moon was, in the end, nothing more than a test of each other's strengths and weaknesses.