I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Sword One!"

"Sink your Qi to the Dantian, ascend along the Du Meridian, pass the Dazhui point, reach the Jianjing point, and finally lock it at the Shenmen point of the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian! Only when the mind and spirit are united, and the strength is concentrated and not dispersed, can you draw this simple and pure sword strike!"

As the Sword Saint chanted the incantation, that sword finger seemed to transform into the sharpest sword in the world, drawing a straight trajectory.

Duan Lang stood on the plank road, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the Sword Saint's movements, muttering incantations: "Du Meridian... Dazhui... Shenmen..."

Immediately afterwards, the sword stance changed.

"Sword Two!"

"The true energy splits into two, one rising and one descending! The rising energy travels along the Hand-Taiyang Small Intestine Meridian, while the descending energy travels along the Foot-Shaoyin Kidney Meridian. Yin and Yang converge at the Tanzhong acupoint, and the sword's momentum is like the differentiation of Yin and Yang, mutually supporting each other!"

"JX3!"

"The Three Powers Return to One! Qi gathers at the forehead, intention guards the spirit, and the sword finger points out, as if Heaven, Earth, and Man have united into one, an unstoppable force!"

"Sword 4!"

"The Four Symbols Cycle! True Qi circulates throughout the limbs and bones, connecting the hands and feet, and the sword energy changes like the four seasons, endlessly regenerating!"

"Sword Five!"

"The five elements generate each other! The fire of the heart generates the earth of the spleen, the earth of the spleen generates the metal of the lungs... The qi of the five internal organs circulates, and the sword techniques change in countless ways, without beginning or end!"

The Sword Saint's figure moved swiftly across the lake, each move accompanied by detailed incantations on the flow of energy through the meridians.

"Sword Six!"

"Six Directions Lockdown! Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind—all six senses are activated! True Qi seals off the enemy's six senses, leaving them bewildered and confused!"

"Sword Seven!"

"Seven Stars Gather! Stepping on the seven star positions, true energy rises along the spine, like the Big Dipper striking death, sword energy aimed directly at the vital point!"

"Kenpachi!"

"The Eight Trigrams trap the enemy! True Qi flows in two directions, one Yin and one Yang! The left side flows along the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin, and the right side flows along the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand-Yangming. The two streams of true Qi converge at the Laogong acupoint in the palm! Using Qi to transform form, Yin and Yang interlock, sealing off all eight directions!"

Two sharp sword energies burst forth from their fingertips, weaving into a net on the lake's surface and locking in the water vapor ahead.

Duan Lang was already covered in sweat, but he dared not relax for a moment and desperately tried to memorize the massive amount of information.

"Sword Nine!"

"Nine Palaces Flying Stars! Qi flows through the eight extraordinary meridians, the mind focuses on the Baihui point! The sword energy falls like nine stars, making it impossible to defend against!"

"Sword Ten!"

"The ten fingers are connected to the heart! True energy flows directly to the fingertips, sword energy as fine as silk, penetrating every pore!"

"Sword Eleven!"

"Swift as lightning! Qi explodes through the liver meridian; the liver governs the tendons, and its health is reflected in the nails! Concentrate all your explosive power into one point, as fast as thunder!"

"Sword Twelve!"

"The sword's power is as gentle as water! Its energy flows through the Kidney Meridian of Foot-Shaoyin, and the Kidney governs water! The sword's momentum is continuous and unbroken; even if you try to cut water with the sword, it will flow on!"

"Sword Thirteen!"

"The spirit sword seizes the soul! Its energy surges through the gallbladder meridian, for the gallbladder governs decisiveness! Wielding the sword with divine power, it strikes directly at the enemy's mind, causing them to cower before the battle even begins!"

"Sword Fourteen!"

"A heavy sword has no edge! Qi sinks to the spring of the head, power penetrates to the soles of the feet! The sword's momentum is as heavy as a mountain, using clumsiness to overcome skill!"

"Sword Fifteen!"

"A sharp sword pierces through metal! Qi gathers in the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin, the lungs belong to metal! The sword's energy is incomparably sharp and indestructible!"

"Sword Sixteen!"

"Wildfire rages! The Qi ignites the Pericardium Meridian, the Pericardium bears the blame for you! Sword Qi is like fire, burning everything to ashes!"

"Sword Seventeen!"

"The Wind God is Formless! Qi flows through the Triple Burner Meridian, regulating the waterways! The sword's power is like the wind, formless and shapeless, omnipresent!"

In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed the lake, splashing water everywhere. The Sword Saint's figure was like a ghost, leaving afterimages on the lake's surface.

Duan Lang felt as if countless profound runes had been stuffed into his mind, and his head was throbbing with pain, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, staring intently at the Sword Saint's every move.

"Sword Eighteen!"

"Three times three is inexhaustible, six times six is ​​infinite! This move requires true energy to circulate rapidly through the twelve meridians, forming a complete cycle! The energy is like a net, layer upon layer, with illusion and reality intertwined, trapping the enemy in an endless net of sword energy!"

The Sword Saint's sword danced, transforming into a vast net of swords that instantly enveloped the entire lake surface within a radius of several feet.

The sharp sword energy forced Duan Lang and his two companions, who were standing on the plank road, to retreat repeatedly, and they felt a stinging pain on their faces.

"The twelve meridians...the cycle of the heavens..." Duan Lang murmured to himself, his eyes filled with fanaticism, and a trace of blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth, a sign of excessive mental exhaustion.

After demonstrating the first eighteen moves, the Sword Saint abruptly stopped in the middle of the lake.

The air around him seemed to freeze.

A suffocating chill emanated from him, and a thin layer of frost began to form on the lake water beneath his feet.

"The first eighteen moves, though containing deadly strikes, still retain a glimmer of hope; they are swords with compassion." The Sword Saint's voice turned icy and chilling. "But from the nineteenth move onward, it becomes a sword without compassion! All sentimentality is cast aside, leaving only the will to kill!"

"Sword Nineteen!"

"Sever all ties! Qi surges through the meridians, rushing straight to the crown of the head! The mind is free of all distractions, focused solely on killing!"

boom!

A sharp, piercing sword aura sliced ​​through the sky, as if severing all worldly ties of affection.

"Sword Twenty!"

"Slaughter all living beings! Qi surges upwards against the tide, leaving no room for retreat! I transform all my true energy into killing intent, killing gods and Buddhas alike in my path!"

boom!

The lake surface exploded, water columns shot into the sky, turning into a mist that resembled a rain of blood.

"Sword Twenty-One!"

"Heavenly Thunder Delivers Life! I compress all my true energy into a single point in my dantian, unleashing it instantly! Like a thunderbolt, there is no way to avoid it!"

Rumble!

Twenty-one sword energies exploded like thunder, as if a storm of sword energy was falling on the lake, creating an extremely terrifying spectacle.

Jiang Chen watched this scene with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Although he had long known that the Holy Spirit Sword Technique was incredibly powerful, seeing it with his own eyes, and especially hearing about such a domineering method of channeling energy, still shocked him.

"The final move, and my current limit—Sword Twenty-Two!"

The Sword Saint roared, and his entire being seemed to transform into an unparalleled divine sword.

"Slay them all, leave no room for retreat! This sword strike will reverse the flow of energy throughout the body! Abandon all protective qi, and pour all life force into the Mingmen acupoint on the lower back! Fight life for life, severing all life force!"

He suddenly swung his sword.

This sword strike seemed to exhaust all the variations of the sword, and also seemed to transcend the limits of the sword.

The once calm lake surface was cleaved open by this sword strike, creating a crack tens of feet long. The lake water churned to both sides and could not be healed for a long time!

"Hoo..." The Sword Saint exhaled a long breath and slowly withdrew his sword finger.

He turned around, walked slowly back across the water, and looked at Duan Lang, who was already dumbfounded and bleeding from all seven orifices but still unaware of it, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"This is my Holy Spirit Sword Technique. Have you memorized the method of circulating energy and the meridian pathways?"

"Good! Good! Good!" A sudden burst of applause broke the silence on the lake.

Dugu Ming clapped his hands excitedly and shouted, "Uncle's swordsmanship is truly awe-inspiring! Especially the last move, it's simply... simply..."

He racked his brains for a long time but couldn't come up with a good adjective, finally managing to stammer, "It's simply amazing!"

The Sword Saint turned around, glanced at his good-for-nothing nephew, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Dugu Ming only saw the sky full of sword energy and the exploding lake water, but he did not understand the true meaning contained in this sword technique at all—the reversal of meridians, the determination to fight life to life, and the ultimate principle of swordsmanship from emotion to ruthlessness.

"Hmph." The Sword Saint snorted lightly, ignoring Dugu Ming and turning his gaze to Duan Lang, who was still in a daze.

At this moment, Duan Lang's eyes were open, but his pupils were somewhat unfocused.

In his mind, every move and technique the Sword Saint had just demonstrated, along with those obscure and difficult-to-understand incantations, were replaying wildly.

"Du Meridian... Shenmen... Laogong... Mingmen..."

Countless streams of information collided in his mind, giving him a splitting headache, but he gritted his teeth and desperately grasped that glimmer of inspiration.

After a long while, the confusion in Duan Lang's eyes gradually faded, replaced by an undisguised mix of elation and exhaustion.

"Hoo..." He exhaled a long breath, feeling his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

"Thank you for imparting your knowledge, Senior!" Duan Lang, not even bothering to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, quickly bowed deeply to the Sword Saint. "This junior... will remember it!"