I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

boom!

It was another straightforward, hard-hitting clash.

Bu Jingyun swayed slightly, his feet carving two deep furrows into the hard rock, sliding back several feet before barely managing to stop his momentum.

He lowered his head and looked down at his palms, only to see that the skin and flesh on his palms were charred black and faintly emitted a pungent, burnt smell.

"Such domineering demonic flames..."

Bu Jingyun frowned deeply. In the close combat just now, although he had used his Cloud Steps to avoid most of the attacks, the crimson demonic flames swirling around Nie Feng were like maggots clinging to his bones, penetrating every nook and cranny.

The demonic flames were not only scorching hot, but also extremely malevolent, capable of eroding the meridians. Every clash required a massive amount of true energy to resist.

In contrast, Nie Feng was like a tireless monster, growing stronger with each battle.

"roar--!"

Nie Feng roared to the sky, his voice booming like thunder.

With a roar, the crimson demonic flames around him instantly surged three zhang, transforming into a ferocious and terrifying fiery lion in the void, tightly enveloping his demonic body.

The terrifying heat caused the surrounding air to distort violently, and the snowflakes falling from the sky vaporized into nothingness before they even touched the ground.

"die!"

Nie Feng took a heavy step forward, and the rock beneath his feet instantly melted into scalding lava.

He was like a burning, falling meteor, engulfed in raging demonic flames, crashing fiercely towards Bu Jingyun.

"Cloud Ten Palms - Boundless Wind and Fire!"

Bu Jingyun dared not be careless in the slightest. He gathered his energy in his dantian and pushed out with both palms.

The palm wind howled and tore through the sky, attempting to forcefully resist the raging demonic flames with the force of wind and fire.

However, this time, the Grim Reaper completely miscalculated.

Nie Feng's scarlet vertical mark in the center of his forehead suddenly widened!

Within the deathly silence of the demonic eye, a strange red light shot out, instantly piercing through layers of palm strikes.

Under the gaze of the demonic eye, the once impenetrable Cloud-Dispelling Palm Net became as flawed as a tattered rag.

A cruel and bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of Nie Feng's lips.

With an extremely bizarre twist against the wind, he pierced through the gap in the palm wind at an unbelievable angle.

The Snow Drinking Blade in his hand blazed with raging demonic flames, aiming straight for Bu Jingyun's wide-open chest!

"What?!"

Bu Jingyun was horrified. He never expected that his junior brother, who had completely fallen into demonic possession, would possess such astonishing insight.

In the nick of time, he could only rely on his battle-hardened instincts to forcefully twist his waist, his left arm like an iron gate blocking his vital point in front of his chest.

puff!

The Snow Drinker's Cold Blade grazed past my flesh, and although it didn't completely cut me, the crimson demonic flames clinging to the blade surged wildly up my left arm like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

"hiss--"

Bu Jingyun gasped for breath, feeling as if his left arm was being branded by a hot iron from the netherworld, the excruciating pain piercing his very soul.

If it weren't for his extremely profound internal strength, which forcefully dispersed the external demonic flames in an instant, his entire arm would probably have been completely ruined.

"Junior Brother Feng, are you really forcing me to use my full strength?"

Bu Jingyun clutched his charred and bleeding left arm tightly, his eyes suddenly turning cold and sharp like never before.

He knew that the Cloud Ten Palms alone would be far from enough to suppress his junior brother Feng, whose demonic flames were raging and whose demonic eyes could see through everything.

Nie Feng remained silent, only the increasingly violent and boiling demonic flames around him silently proclaiming his pure bloodlust amidst the wind and snow.

"Very well! In that case, I'll show you what I've mastered—the Overlord Sword!"

Bu Jingyun took a deep breath of the wind and snow, and slowly raised his broad right hand.

With his index and middle fingers joined together like a sword, a deep, dark blue sword light quietly condensed at the fingertips.

Although the sword's edge was as thin as a grain of rice, it seemed to contain the weight of a ten-thousand-foot mountain.

As the sword intent descended, the once invincible, raging demonic flames seemed to be suppressed by the bloodline, and stagnated slightly in the wind.

The power of the Overlord Sword lies in its intent rather than its moves; the absence of a sword is superior to having one, and its domineering and unparalleled nature makes it stand out from the crowd!

"Overlord Sword - Sword Mark!"

Bu Jingyun shouted in a deep voice, his tall figure instantly disappearing into the wind and snow.

The sword was drawn silently, without a trace, without a shadow.

There was no earth-shattering, terrifying sound, and not even the surrounding air movement caused a ripple.

However, the greatest form is formless; the more utterly still it is, the more terrifying it becomes.

Leave a trace in the void, kill without a trace!

Nie Feng's devastatingly violent movements suddenly became stiff.

Within the scarlet demonic eye, the eerie red light pulsed and contracted violently, clearly sensing a deadly impending doom through its beastly instincts.

"roar!"

In a life-or-death moment, Nie Feng suddenly twisted his head sharply to the left, and instinctively swung his Snow Drinking Saber back to parry.

Ding!

A crisp, shattering sound echoed through the sky.

On the crystal-clear Snow Drinking Blade, a deep finger mark that revealed the bone had appeared out of nowhere!

A grim bloodstain also appeared on one side of Nie Feng's cold and stern face.

The bright red blood had barely seeped out of the skin when it was instantly evaporated into nothingness by the protective demonic flames.

The sharp, stinging pain from the wounds to the flesh did not deter the monster; instead, it completely ignited the unparalleled ferocity hidden deep within its bones and blood.

He slowly extended his tongue and licked the dried blood from the corner of his mouth in an extremely morbid manner.

A chillingly manic excitement emanated from the demonic eyes.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The repeated shrieks sounded like evil spirits demanding lives.

Nie Feng gripped the Snow Drinking Blade tightly with both hands, raising it high above his head. His entire body transformed into a ball of burning black demonic flame, launching an even more frenzied and violent counterattack against Bu Jingyun.

"The Demon Blade - Demonic Slaughter of Passion!"

With a single slash, the intent was to sever the seven emotions and extinguish the six desires! Within the desolate intent of the blade, countless illusions of the mortal world spontaneously arose.

Bu Jingyun felt the light and shadows flickering before his eyes. In a daze, he saw Kong Ci dying tragically in his arms, Chu Chu waiting devotedly, and the warm scene of riding side by side with his junior brother Feng, drinking and laughing together.

Scenes from the past, like the sharpest poisoned dagger, cruelly and mercilessly pierce the softest and most hidden corner of the heart of the Uncrying Death God.

"not good!"

Bu Jingyun's mind trembled violently, and his perfectly flawless and domineering sword intent instantly cracked, revealing a fatal flaw.

When top masters clash, life and death hang in the balance, decided by the slightest margin.

In the instant his mind wavered, Nie Feng's peerless demonic blade, capable of extinguishing emotions and desires, was already about to strike him down!

Boom!

The demonic flames erupted like a volcano, and the chilling sword energy crisscrossed.

With nowhere to retreat or avoid, Bu Jingyun could only grit his teeth and raise his Qilin left arm again to forcefully block the attack.

A dull cracking sound was accompanied by a spray of blood.

Bu Jingyun's burly body was cleaved by the unparalleled sword force, flying backward like a kite with a broken string, and finally crashed heavily onto the very edge of the cliff.

Half of his body was already suspended in mid-air, with a bottomless abyss of swirling clouds and mist beneath his feet.

The raging demonic flames surged back from the deep, bone-revealing knife wound, eroding his meridians and turning his once stern face ashen white in an instant.

"Jingyun!"

Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai's eyes widened in shock, and they both cried out in alarm.

Both wanted to rush forward to help, but were repelled by the terrifying destructive aura formed by the fierce battle between the wind and clouds. Even with their master-level cultivation, they could not move an inch.

Nie Feng succeeded with a single strike, but showed no intention of stopping.

His figure floated eerily in the void amidst the snow and wind, his demonic energy churning around him like dark clouds pressing down on the city.

Within the demonic eye between his brows, an eerie red light blazed to its extreme.

"Demons arise from emptiness!"

Nie Feng formed claws with both hands and made a grasping motion in the air, abandoning the Snow Drinking Mad Blade without swinging it.

However, the surrounding void, hundreds of feet wide, seemed to be forcibly kneaded and distorted by an unparalleled power. Countless invisible and formless chilling energies arose and condensed out of thin air, instantly transforming into countless deadly demonic shadows that bombarded Bu Jingyun, who was teetering on the edge of the cliff, from all directions.

This move is the most sinister and unpredictable of all the moves in the Demon Blade technique; its killing intent is invisible and impossible to avoid.

"Junior Brother Feng, are you really going to force me..."

As Bu Jingyun felt the overwhelming, invisible killing intent descending upon him, a resolute look of defiance flashed across his dim eyes.

The escape route is cut off, and the door to survival is closed.

If we don't risk our lives and fight back, we will not only perish here, but Junior Brother Feng will also be forever reduced to a puppet of the demonic path.

"Since that's the case, then I'll show you the ultimate, supreme mystery of the Overlord Sword!"

Bu Jingyun let out a deafening roar and suddenly straightened his battered body from the edge of the abyss.

He completely abandoned his defenses, allowing countless invisible demonic shadows to bombard his imposing chest relentlessly.

Blood gushed out like rain, yet he fought on like a rock, refusing to retreat an inch.

Forcefully squeeze out the last bit of potential in the body, and completely crush and concentrate all the essence, energy and spirit of the whole body into a single point at the fingertips.

Driven by an extreme will to die, the sword's edge strangely transformed into a deep, all-consuming blackness.

The three forms of the Overlord Sword are perfectly integrated, endlessly generating and boundless!

"Limitless Overlord Sword!"

The roar of Death shattered the ancient ice.

A jet-black, world-destroying sword aura shot up from the ground and into the sky, instantly transforming into a ferocious black sword aura dragon amidst the wind and snow, fiercely colliding with the countless demonic shadows that were attacking from all directions.

Rumble—!

Two unparalleled destructive forces collided violently in mid-air.

The explosive destructive power instantly exceeded the physical limits that the ice cliff could withstand.

In an instant, the world lost its color, and the sun and moon lost their light.

Above the nine heavens, the winds and clouds surged and changed wildly, and were even pulled back by the energy to form a huge, boundless, pitch-black vortex.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the clouds, lightning snakes danced wildly, as if the heavens were raging and weeping.

Deep within the collapsing, boulders and the billowing dust, one can vaguely see the enormous phantoms of a raging azure dragon and a cold, arrogant black tiger, tearing and entangled fiercely in the void.

It is the concrete manifestation of the ultimate martial arts essence reached by the two, the ultimate collision of their destined bond of life and death, and a heartbreaking tragedy of brothers breaking apart.

Accompanied by a crisp yet earth-shattering tearing sound.

The towering cliff, which had stood firm against the wind and snow for thousands of years, was actually leveled by dozens of feet by this unparalleled force that was beyond the reach of mortals!

The broken half of the mountain turned into endless rocks and meteors, falling desperately into the bottomless abyss!

As the smoke and dust of destruction subsided, the two battered figures flew backwards like kites with broken strings.

Bu Jingyun's left sleeve shattered into dust, and his charred flesh was covered with countless tiny, deep cuts that revealed the bone—the horrific marks left by the forceful penetration and erosion of demonic energy.

His chest heaved violently like a broken bellows, and thick, black blood spilled uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth; his internal organs had clearly suffered devastating damage.

Nie Feng was also badly injured.

The raging demonic flames surrounding his body visibly dimmed and shrank, and a gaping, bloody hole was clearly pierced through his iron-like right shoulder, a result of the indestructible and deadly penetration of the Limitless Overlord Sword.

However, the extreme pain of tearing flesh does not pose any obstacle to the monster that has completely lost its humanity at this moment. On the contrary, it becomes the most potent aphrodisiac to stimulate the killing.

"roar--!"

Nie Feng let out another inhuman roar.

The killing intent within the crimson demonic eyes not only did not diminish but increased a hundredfold, making him resemble an unparalleled god of slaughter who never tires.

With immense magical power, he stomped down with a sudden, powerful step.

Click!

Rumble—!

A bottomless, enormous crack, like a venomous serpent writhing and slithering, instantly pierced through the entire cliff ruins with overwhelming force.

The thick rock strata, spanning dozens of feet in diameter, completely lost their support and collapsed with a deafening roar.

Countless heavy boulders, accompanied by a raging blizzard, tumbled and crashed into the bottomless abyss of hell.

The two, Feng and Yun, completely lost their footing, and their broken bodies, along with the falling rocks, plummeted into the endless, dark abyss.