I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Nie Feng, your death is near!"

Qiu Jue shouted sharply, his eyes revealing a greedy and fierce glint, fearing that delay might lead to unforeseen changes.

Her figure transformed into a fierce afterimage, her palms flying wildly.

Countless poisoned silver needles swarmed out, converging into an inverted silver river, aiming straight for Nie Feng's major acupoints.

"A thousand needles, ten thousand wounds!"

He held nothing back with his killing move, aiming for a single, decisive blow to secure the endless glory of Frost City.

Nie Feng faced this deadly attack head-on, yet remained completely still, like a clay sculpture.

A pair of scarlet blood-red eyes stared intently at the prey that was pouncing on it. Just as the silver river was about to engulf the body, a third scarlet demonic eye suddenly burst out with a blinding red light from between its brows!

boom--!

A crimson, blood-red, tangible demonic flame erupted from his body without warning, shooting straight into the sky like a volcanic eruption!

At this moment, Nie Feng was bathed in dazzling demonic flames, his wild hair dancing wildly in the wind, like a world-destroying demon god emerging from an ancient sea of ​​blood.

"roar!"

A muffled roar shattered the flowing clouds, and terrifying sound waves transformed into tangible ripples that spread wildly.

The overwhelming barrage of deadly silver needles crashed into the demonic flames, and like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, they were instantly melted into molten iron, which was then scattered across the ground in a tragic manner.

Qiu Jue's pupils contracted violently to the size of pinpoints.

Before he could even think of retreating, the Snow Drinking Blade, which was completely enveloped in crimson demonic flames, had already magnified infinitely in his pupils and crashed down with a brutal and ferocious power that could destroy the world!

A deafening explosion tore through the snow-capped peak.

Qiu Jue's proud Grandmaster-level protective aura was as fragile as a windowpane under the Demon Blade, crumbling inch by inch in an instant.

Her alluring body was violently cleaved away like a tattered sack, spitting out several mouthfuls of black blood mixed with her internal organs in mid-air before finally crashing heavily onto the cold, hard, iron-like Xuanbing rock, creating a shocking deep crater.

"puff--"

Qiu Jue struggled painfully to try to prop himself up, but felt that his internal organs had been burned to ashes by the demonic flames, and several streams of hot, bloody blood gushed out of his mouth.

Her fox-like eyes were filled with disbelief and utter despair. With great difficulty, she stretched out a bloodied and mangled arm and let out a mournful cry towards Bu Jingyun, who was not far away:

"Help...help me..."

Bu Jingyun stood proudly with his hands behind his back, coldly looking down at the dying Yin-Yang monster, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

As far as the Uncrying Death God is concerned, apart from the safety of Junior Brother Feng, the birth and death of all things in the world are of no concern to him.

A suppressed, beast-like growl rolled from Nie Feng's throat, and the Snow Drinking Saber showed no mercy as it slashed down fiercely.

puff!

His fine head rolled onto the snow, his eyes wide open, dying with unresolved grievances.

A great master from beyond the Great Wall perished, his life and his teachings vanished, turning into a handful of dust.

As Nie Feng slew his powerful enemy, the blinding red light in his eyes not only did not diminish, but instead became even more eerie and intense.

He turned his head stiffly and slowly, his demonic eyes, filled with pure destructive desire, locking onto Bu Jingyun, who stood proudly in the wind and snow.

"Junior Brother Feng, turn back."

Bu Jingyun gazed at the familiar yet utterly unfamiliar face amidst the wind and snow, his voice deep and resonant.

"You have enough blood on your hands already."

The only response he received was a sharp, chilling glint of a blade.

"roar!"

Nie Feng moved with lightning speed, his Snow Drinking Blade, wreathed in the blazing demonic flames, slashing down fiercely.

Under the blade, no one recognizes their own family, only pure and extreme madness and slaughter remain.

"Since you are lost, I will be the one to wake you up!"

Bu Jingyun's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

He had a clear mind and looked around the world. Apart from himself, there was no one else who could suppress the raging, ferocious beast.

"Cloud Ten Palms - Endless Thunder!"

His shout shattered the heavens, and Bu Jingyun's tall figure rose like a dragon emerging from the sea.

His right palm, imbued with the power of a thunderbolt, slammed out to meet the overwhelming demonic blade!

In an instant, the overwhelming palm force transformed into rolling thunder.

The surrounding air was compressed, creating a deafening roar of wind and thunder, causing the snow on the cliff top to fall in a torrent.

This palm technique was his own creation, drawing on the strengths of many masters, and it was even more domineering and fierce than the Cloud-Dispelling Palm.

With a single palm strike, he unleashed a power as mighty as the heavens, causing the very heavens to tremble and roar in fury!

Nie Feng faced the earth-shattering thunderous palm print head-on, yet his scarlet demonic eyes showed no fear whatsoever, only an endless, frenzied desire for slaughter surging within him.

"roar!"

Amidst a deafening roar, the Snow Drinking Saber suddenly and fiercely slashed upwards.

The pitch-black blade light, like a raging dragon splashing ink to the sky, fearlessly met the thunderous palm strike head-on!

"Demon Blade - Demonic Energy Abounds!"

Rumble—!

The earth-shattering palm strike and the destructive blade energy clashed fiercely in mid-air.

The violent and unparalleled shockwave transformed into terrifying ripples visible to the naked eye, sweeping and crushing wildly in all directions.

The millennia-old snow, several feet thick, on the cliff top was instantly blown away, revealing the cold, hard, black rock bed below.

Bu Jingyun suddenly felt an extremely cold and violent demonic energy, which frantically drilled into his meridians through the Laogong acupoint in his palm, attempting to forcibly freeze the flow of his true energy.

He felt a chill run down his spine, and his powerful internal energy circulated rapidly in his dantian like the Yangtze River, instantly forcing the invading demonic energy out of his body.

Instead of retreating, he pressed forward, his palms flashing out in rapid succession, as swift as thunder and lightning.

"Boundless wind and fire!"

The wind fanned the flames, and the fire was fueled by the wind!

The originally formless and intangible, yet powerful palm force instantly transformed into a raging inferno of wind and fire.

They wove together a tight, impenetrable net of death, completely enveloping and suppressing Nie Feng's frenzied, bloodthirsty figure.

The Cloud Ten Palms unleashed a series of exquisite killing moves, all aimed at trapping the enemy and locking down their momentum, completely cutting off any escape route for the Mad Demon.

However, having completely fallen into the abyss of evil, Nie Feng had long since lost the concept of retreat in his mind.

Facing the overwhelming, inescapable net of wind and fire, he neither dodged nor evaded, but instead boldly took a heavy step forward.

The hard, icy rock beneath his feet instantly shattered into a shower of powder.

He gripped the cold hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, and the demonic energy around him surged and roared wildly like boiling water.

Driven by an extreme killing intent, he transformed into a peerless demonic blade capable of tearing apart the heavens.

"The devil is rampant!"

A mournful howl pierced through the wind and snow, and the Snow Drinking Mad Blade, carrying the power to destroy the world, swept across thousands of troops.

The Heaven-Slaying Blade abandons all complicated and flashy moves.

All that remains is the purest and most destructive power, the tyrannical and domineering force that crushes everything.

Wherever the chilling blade passed, the void seemed to be cleaved open with a bloody gash, emitting a piercing, tooth-grinding shriek.

Hiss!

The Wind and Fire Palm Net, powerful enough to trap and kill even the world's top experts, was as fragile as thin paper against the edge of the Demon Blade, instantly torn into countless scattered fragments of true energy.

The domineering blade energy, still lingering, carried an unwavering determination to die, heading straight for Bu Jingyun's vital point.

Bu Jingyun's pupils shrank to a point, and his tall figure was forced back more than three zhang at the critical moment.

A sliver of jet-black, cold blade narrowly grazed past his high, straight nose before slashing fiercely into the icy cliff behind him.

Click!

The massive, ancient ice rock, as large as a house, was split in two in an instant.

The cut surface is as smooth as a mercury mirror.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining demonic energy frantically eroded and seeped in, causing the entire giant rock to instantly collapse and crumble, turning into countless fine dust particles that drifted away in the wind.

Bu Jingyun steadied himself heavily with his toes, glanced down at his left shoulder where most of his clothes had been cut off by the sword energy, and his cold and stern face became even more somber.

The once gentle and refined junior brother has been completely transformed into a tireless killing machine.

Every strike carries a destructive will to perish together with the enemy; it is the ultimate ferocity gained by sacrificing life and reason to the demonic path.

The two, Feng and Yun, faced each other across several feet of flying snow.

A violent gale whipped up two tattered robes, making them flutter loudly.

Nie Feng's demonic eye between his brows was tightly gripping Bu Jingyun's throat, his throat constantly churning out low, beast-like roars, his muscles tensing inch by inch, clearly frantically accumulating for an even more explosive and deadly strike next time.

"Junior Brother Feng, since you've already fallen into the abyss of demons, your senior brother will accompany you to the very end in madness!"

Bu Jingyun's dark eyes burned with a fighting spirit like wildfire.

His powerful inner energy surged like a tangible flame, evaporating the raging wind and snow into a sky full of white mist.

He slowly raised his broad palms, and faint blue lightning flickered and leaped wildly within the Laogong acupoints in his palms.

An overwhelming sense of pressure, enough to suffocate anyone, instantly enveloped the entire desolate snow-capped peak.

"kill!"

With a roar, the two peerless figures vanished from their spots almost simultaneously.

The next instant, without warning, a terrifying series of impacts, like a sudden downpour hitting banana leaves, erupted in mid-air.

It was so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to perceive it; it was so fast that it was terrifying.

Nie Feng possesses the unparalleled Wind God Leg technique, his movements are as swift as thunder in the heavens, and his turns are as swift as a passing gale.

His entire being transformed into a fierce whirlwind of interwoven blue and black, tightly binding Bu Jingyun as he swam wildly.

The sky was filled with fierce leg shadows, pouring down like a bursting river. Each heavy kick shattered the void with a piercing sonic boom, aiming straight for the vital points of the enemy's body.

Bu Jingyun stood proudly on the spot, facing this overwhelming and deadly attack head-on, his face ashen, and he did not retreat an inch.

His feet moved with incredible speed, unpredictable and strange steps, his tall figure instantly becoming as ethereal and illusory as the clouds in the sky.

They moved with incredible ease through the minuscule gaps between the flashing blades and the clashing legs, without a single leaf touching them.

"Cloud-like Steps!"

This is a supreme martial art created by Bu Jingyun by integrating the true essence of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm.

Clouds have no constant shape, and water has no constant form.

Despite the raging winds and howling around me, I dance with the wind, watching the clouds roll and unroll, free and unrestrained.

Bang bang bang!

Fierce fists and palms clashed with sharp whip kicks in a primal, frenzied collision between life and death.

Nie Feng unleashed his full power of demonic energy with a move called "Strong Grass in the Wind," sweeping it fiercely towards Bu Jingyun's exposed chest with the force of splitting a mountain.

His ferocious leg strength was enough to instantly shatter a massive steel boulder weighing tens of thousands of pounds.

A cold glint flashed in Bu Jingyun's eyes, and he made a circular motion with his left palm in mid-air.

Flowing water and drifting clouds!

With a light touch, his broad palm rested on the demon's ankle, deftly deflecting the powerful force capable of destroying cities and fortresses.

boom!

A hard snow rock dozens of steps away was instantly blasted into dust by the violent leg force that had been deflected from a distance.

Taking advantage of this excellent opportunity, Bu Jingyun lunged forward, his right palm carrying overwhelming power, and struck directly at Nie Feng's demonic eye between his eyebrows.

Nie Feng was like an unparalleled demon with extremely keen fighting instincts. Even though he was in mid-air and his strength was exhausted, his waist could still twist in a strange and unnatural way, and he used the momentum to ruthlessly reverse the Snow Drinking Mad Saber in his hand, and use the heavy hilt of the saber, which was as heavy as a thousand-pound iron hammer, to accurately smash Bu Jingyun's vital point.

With a resounding clang that seemed to shatter the clouds and split the rocks, the two peerless figures suddenly joined together and separated, only to be locked in a fierce and brutal battle once again, like two prehistoric beasts.

Nie Feng's Demon Blade is solitary and fierce, and his Wind God Leg is as swift as lightning, each move aimed at the throat and heart.

The Cloud Palm technique is fierce and domineering, while the Cloud Steps are unpredictable and treacherous, each move sealing vital points and critical acupoints.

The two, Feng and Yun, fought fiercely from the center of the cliff top all the way to the edge of the precipice, and then fought their way back from the edge of the precipice to the heart of the snowy wilderness.

Wherever it passed, hard rocks crumbled inch by inch, and towering ancient trees turned to ashes.

In a short time, the snow-capped peak was riddled with holes, as if it had been repeatedly ravaged and trampled by thousands of prehistoric beasts.

Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai stood at a distance, their eyes wide with horror, cold sweat pouring down their backs.

The astonishing and devastating techniques before my eyes have completely shattered the lifelong understanding of the older generation of martial arts masters.

The battle between the gods and demons has long transcended the realm of ordinary martial arts; it is clearly a bloody battle between two peerless gods and demons who look down upon the world!