I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Boom!

A series of deafening explosions resounded on the cliff face, blazing flames shot into the sky, and shattered rocks rained down like meteors in all directions.

The entire deep valley trembled violently from this terrifying, world-destroying explosion, as if it were about to collapse and sink into the earth at any moment.

This earth-shattering destruction instantly shattered the peaceful, sleeping village.

Dozens of farmers, men, women, and children hurriedly pushed open their wooden windows or stumbled out of their courtyards, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at the towering fire on the cliff behind the mountain.

"Good heavens! What divine punishment has befallen them over there?"

"Look! There seems to be a figure in the firelight!"

An elderly villager with white hair and beard and a deeply lined face squinted his dim eyes and, by the blinding firelight, vaguely recognized the lonely figure moving through the earth-shattering explosion.

His withered, bony fingers trembled violently, and he cried out in alarm:

"Isn't that... isn't that Feng'er, the unfortunate boy from the Nie family?"

"It really is Feng'er! He's been missing for so many years, how could he have ended up on a cliff?"

"Oh, what a tragedy! This child has been gone for most of his life without a trace. How could he have gotten himself into such a deadly predicament as soon as he returned to the village?"

The simple and honest villagers crowded at the village entrance, anxiously discussing the matter, their words filled with deep concern and worry for the young man from their village.

At the top of the cliff in the valley, thick smoke billowed, obscuring the sky and the firelight turned the heavens into a grim, blood-red hue.

The leading red general stared intently at the ruined cliff, his eyes flashing with a ferocious light. He was still wondering whether his earth-shattering explosion had succeeded.

Suddenly, he felt a chilling, bone-chilling, terrifying killing intent that could freeze his soul, piercing through the thick layers of moon-obscuring dust as if it were a tangible force, heading straight for his vital spot!

Before they could even react, a breathtakingly beautiful forty-foot-long blade of light suddenly cleaved the night sky from the depths of the thick black smoke, ruthlessly splitting the heavy smoke curtain in two!

"Demon Blade - Demonic Energy Abounds!"

Accompanied by a low growl that was neither human nor beast, and extremely mournful.

Nie Feng had already become one with his sword. His whole body was enveloped in a monstrous black demonic energy that seemed to be tangible, and he burst out of the smoke like an unparalleled evil ghost crawling out of the blood sea of ​​the nine netherworlds!

Instead of retreating, they advanced, braving the lingering aftershocks of thunder and fire, and pounced on the twelve red generals like eagles hunting rabbits!

"Oh no! Retreat!"

The leading red general was instantly terrified and let out a bloodcurdling roar like a pig being slaughtered.

However, it was too late.

This strike was as swift as a fleeting shadow, as ruthless as a demon taking a life.

The world seemed to have been instantly stripped of all color, leaving only this chilling and terrifyingly beautiful blade light, nothing else.

"Puff puff puff—!"

A series of dull, abnormal sounds as sharp blades sliced ​​through flesh continued unabated.

Before the twelve red generals could even make the slightest movement of raising their Wind and Fire Wheels to block, they suddenly felt a chill on their thick necks.

In the next instant, twelve enormous and ugly heads shot into the sky in unison, like twelve jets of blood-red fountains, instantly staining half the sky red!

As the twelve headless corpses collapsed to the ground, Nie Feng stood proudly amidst the blinding pool of blood.

The crystal-clear Snow Drinking Mad Blade in his hand was strangely unstained by a single drop of filth or blood; only the chilling, bone-deep blade aura still emitted a mournful hiss in the air.

He coldly looked down at the crowd below. Although the black demonic energy around him surged like a raging sea, his crimson eyes revealed an emptiness and deathly stillness that was terrifying to the extreme.

"How dare you kill my beloved disciple!"

Qiu Jue stared intently at the dismembered corpses scattered on the ground, his eyes bloodshot with rage. Overwhelmed with grief and anger, a shrill roar erupted from his throat, like a cuckoo weeping blood, chilling to the bone.

These twelve Red Generals were her right-hand men, whom she had painstakingly cultivated throughout her life and treated as her own children.

Now, in the blink of an eye, he has met a tragic end, dying without a complete corpse. How could she not hate him to the bone?

"Nie Feng! I swear I won't be human if I don't tear you to pieces!"

Before the words had even finished, Qiu Jue's graceful figure shot up from the ground like an angry arrow.

Her fair fingers flicked wildly in the air, and in an instant, a storm of dark blue and silver light poured down like a rain of pear blossoms. Each tiny silver needle was tightly wrapped with the insidious "Destruction True Qi," which swept across the sky and aimed directly at Nie Feng's vital acupoints.

Nie Feng let out another low, ferocious roar, sounding neither like a beast nor quite like a human.

With a sudden twist of his hand, the Snow Drinking Mad Blade transformed into a fierce ice storm that swept across the heavens and earth, utterly destroying the poisonous rain that filled the sky.

"Form the 'Four Absolute Soul-Locking Array'!"

Upon realizing his attack had missed, Qiu Juejian immediately leaped into the air and shouted sharply.

Four alluring women, their bodies veiled in thin gauze, immediately took action upon hearing the command. Their movements were swift as the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they blocked off the four blind spots in the east, west, south, and north.

With a flick of their wrists and a light dance of their long sleeves, four dazzlingly colorful ribbons, like venomous snakes emerging from their dens, carrying a captivating and alluring fragrance, wove together into an impenetrable net, which descended upon Nie Feng on the rock.

These colorful silks are woven over several years from gold silk mixed with Tianshan snow silk. They are so tough that they are impervious to swords and spears, and water and fire. Once you are entangled in them, it is as if even a great immortal trapped in a swamp would have no chance of escaping.

Nie Feng is no longer the gentle and refined gentleman he once was.

The viscous black aura surrounding him surged and churned violently like boiling water, and his scarlet eyes were now so red they seemed to be dripping blood.

A suffocatingly pure and violent aura suddenly surged into the sky, instantly causing the wind and clouds to change color and ghosts to wail and gods to howl!

"roar--!"

A deafening roar, like a peerless demon god howling to the heavens, echoed through the deep valley.

Nie Feng neither dodged nor evaded, remaining rooted to the spot like an iron tower, allowing the four strong, colorful ribbons to tightly bind his limbs.

The four demonesses were overjoyed at the sight. They all exerted their full power, and four powerful streams of true energy poured into the colorful ribbon as if they were tangible, creating a deafening rumble in the air!

Unexpectedly, this combined ultimate attack, which brought together the life's work of the four, shattered instantly upon touching Nie Feng's boiling, blood-red protective demonic energy, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

The next instant, the four of them suddenly felt a terrifying, destructive force that was overwhelming and flowing back against the taut ribbon in an extremely domineering manner!

Amidst the surging and roaring demonic energy, Nie Feng unleashed the ultimate demonic blade technique – Demonic Path Unbridled!

Suddenly, the demonic energy protecting his body exploded wildly, and at that moment, he seemed to have completely transformed into an indestructible, peerless demonic blade.

"Sizzle—!"

The specially made colored silk, which was tough enough to cut through fine steel, was actually shaken and shattered inch by inch.

The scattered pieces of cloth were instantly condensed by the raging demonic energy into countless deadly blades, which pierced through the bodies of the four demonesses like a torrential rain!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The four women were struck dumb, blood gushing from their mouths, their alluring figures flying backward uncontrollably like broken kites.

Finally, it crashed heavily onto the cold, hard rock wall, its bones and muscles shattered, and before it could even scream, it bled from all seven orifices and died on the spot!

Upon seeing this tragic scene, Qiu Jue narrowed his long, phoenix-shaped eyes dangerously into slits.

Although she was terrified, her hands remained perfectly still.

The Four Absolute Soul-Locking Array was painstakingly crafted by her, yet it was utterly destroyed by this demon with a single, brute-force attack, demonstrating the vast and profound nature of his demonic arts.

"Such domineering demonic energy, it certainly has some merit."

Qiu Jue snorted coldly, her delicate hand seemingly casually waving in the wind, but in reality, her killing intent was already hidden in the shadows.

"Hidden Needle Technique!"

Several invisible flying needles, impossible to detect with the naked eye, took advantage of the cold wind in the valley and strangely bypassed the sharp barrier of the Snow Drinking Mad Saber, like living creatures, aiming straight for Nie Feng's eyes and throat like venomous snakes spitting their tongues.

Nie Feng did not move an inch, yet the violent demonic energy surrounding him had already spontaneously generated a protective force.

With a series of crisp "ding-ding-ding" sounds, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, the poisoned flying needles were shattered to pieces before they were even three feet away.

Immediately afterwards, he took a heavy step forward, and with the Snow Drinking Mad Blade in his hand, he swept away thousands of troops with the supreme ferocity of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, and slashed down angrily at Qiu Jue in mid-air.

Before the blade even arrived, the overwhelming, fierce wind already stung people's cheeks.

Qiu Jue's expression suddenly turned solemn, and his Qimen footwork under his feet suddenly changed dramatically.

Her graceful figure was like a small boat in a raging sea, rising and falling with the destructive blade energy in an extremely strange way, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

Taking advantage of the moment of brushing past him, Qiu Jue's figure retreated more than three zhang like a startled swan.

Immediately, he poured his true energy into his sleeves, causing a violent tremor, and countless dazzling silver rays shot into the sky.

"A thousand needles, ten thousand wounds!"

The countless silver needles in mid-air were suddenly drawn together by the energy, transforming into an enormous, deadly silver needle ball.

Accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to shatter eardrums, it crashed down on Nie Feng like a meteor falling to earth!

The demonic intent in Nie Feng's bloodshot eyes grew increasingly overwhelming.

At that moment, a cruel and bloodthirsty smile crept onto the corners of his mouth.

He gripped the Snow Drinking Blade tightly with both hands, his body arching back like a bow, raising the peerless cold blade high above his head.

In that instant, the entire deep valley and the vast expanse of heaven and earth seemed to lose their luster, leaving only the extreme sharpness of this single strike.

The Demon Blade – Demonic Slaughter of Love!

boom--!

The chilling blade light and the enormous needle ball collided violently in mid-air.

The deafening clang of metal clashing seemed to tear the eardrums of everyone present, and wave after wave of violent and unparalleled air currents swept and crushed in all directions like a raging tidal wave.

The towering ancient trees and jagged rocks within a radius of a hundred feet were all reduced to dust by this one blow.

Nie Feng's sword strike showed no signs of weakening; on the contrary, the demonic energy within his body surged and boiled even higher.

The Snow Drinking Blade in his hand transformed into a sky-covering, sun-obscuring black shadow of death, slashing down on Qiu Jue like a raging storm.

Each strike contained the absolute ferocity to split mountains and shatter rocks, displaying a fierce and relentless momentum that seemed determined not to stop until the demon before him was hacked into a bloody pulp.

Qiu Jue was able to establish his lineage and become an ancestor in the lands beyond the Great Wall, and he was by no means someone who could be easily slaughtered.

Her figure transformed into a hauntingly beautiful ghost, darting and weaving swiftly through the gaps in the deadly blade light.

With her fair hands, her ten fingers moved like plucking strings, and countless dark blue silver needles shot out from her sleeves like a rain of pear blossoms. In this life-or-death situation, she fearlessly clashed with the heavy demonic blade hundreds of times!

Ding ding ding ding—!

The dense, suffocating sound of metal clanging echoed through the sky.

The intense friction between the blades and needles sparked countless firework bursts, like dazzling fireworks blooming in the New Year's Eve sky, yet revealing the most extreme killing intent.

The two fought their way from the top of the cliff to mid-air, and then from mid-air to the ground.

Wherever it passed, hard rocks crumbled with a roar, and the thick, vast earth cracked inch by inch.

The once majestic cliff was stripped of a thick layer of its rock under the devastating impact of the terrifying internal forces of the two peerless masters!

"What a powerful and demonic force Nie Feng possesses!!"

The more he fought amidst the flashing swords, the more turbulent his heart became, which also completely ignited the fierce fighting spirit deep within his bones.

She possessed the unparalleled demeanor of a grandmaster, and although she was now in grave danger due to the terrifying power of the demonic blade, she still showed no sign of defeat.

Suddenly, her figure rose several feet higher, soaring into the sky like a beautiful phoenix reborn from the ashes, perfectly dodging Nie Feng's devastating attack that could sweep away thousands of troops.

He then looked down from his high vantage point, his sleeves billowing in the fierce wind, and the life-long true energy dormant within his dantian poured down like a river bursting its banks.

"Reset to zero, completely unload!"

With a piercing shriek, the formation of the wildly dancing silver needles changed once more.

It transformed into a massive silver vortex several meters in diameter in mid-air, emanating a strange suction force that devoured everything, attempting to engulf Nie Feng's overwhelming demonic energy and dissipate its ferocity.

Nie Feng looked up and let out a mournful howl that tore through the sky, and the tangible demonic energy surrounding him erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for ten thousand years.

He didn't dodge or flinch at all. He and his sword transformed into a streak of crimson light that pierced through the heavens and earth. In a tragic manner of mutual destruction, he forcefully crashed into the silver vortex that was annihilating everything!

Boom—!

Another earth-shattering roar resounded, almost shattering the void, and blinding light instantly illuminated the entire dilapidated valley.

The dust and smoke didn't dissipate until half an incense stick's time had passed.

The two combatants had been thrown back several feet by the violent aftershocks, and now they faced each other across the valley floor, which had been reduced to ruins.

Qiu Jue's fiery red dress was slightly tattered and disheveled, and her breasts heaved violently as she breathed rapidly.

However, her alluring face remained as rosy as ever, and her narrow eyes burned with an inextinguishable fighting spirit.

She stared intently at the solitary figure several feet away, exuding a chilling aura and appearing like a demon god descending to earth, a sense of dread washing over her.

This young man's demonic arts are already unfathomably profound at such a young age. He has been able to fight me so fiercely without being at a disadvantage. It is truly terrifying!