I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Wind! Clouds!"

Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai stood on the edge of the collapse, their eyes bloodshot, their blood-soaked roars instantly torn apart by the raging wind.

Despite their unparalleled lightness skills and attempts to rush to the rescue, they were ultimately too far away to reach them. They could only watch helplessly as the two battered figures, locked in a fierce battle, disappeared into the unfathomable sea of ​​clouds and the abyss of despair, accompanied by a shower of massive boulders falling from the sky.

Falling!

Plunging rapidly into the endless abyss!

The wind howled like blades from the bottomless abyss, its mournful roar like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, and all that could be seen were massive, collapsing rocks crashing down with a deafening roar.

The fierce battle between the two brothers did not stop; on the contrary, it became even more violent and dangerous due to the pressure of their near-death experience.

Even though Nie Feng was in mid-air with nowhere to grab onto, his body twisted in mid-air with incredible skill, like a feather in the wind, and his toes lightly touched the surface of a rapidly falling boulder as if it were a dragonfly skimming the water.

With just this faint counterforce, he managed to stop his descent in mid-air, like a deadly arrow shooting backwards, fiercely soaring into the sky and heading straight for the falling Bu Jingyun!

Nie Feng raised the Snow Drinking Saber high. The blade, which was originally crystal clear like ten-thousand-year-old black ice, was now completely stained with viscous demonic energy, turning it into a deathly black.

The demonic flames on the blade surged and spitted wildly like a venomous python's tongue, causing the blade's aura to surge for over ten feet.

"The Demon Blade—Demonic Paths Run Rampant!"

He unleashed a torrent of murderous intent rising from below, slashing upwards with a single, forceful strike, discarding all worldly complexities and frills, leaving only pure and extreme, heaven-defying destruction.

This strike not only seemed to rip Bu Jingyun's belly open, but it also seemed to cleave the oppressive sky and his tragic fate in two!

Standing above with nowhere to lean on, Bu Jingyun watched as his junior brother, like a demon god from the depths of the abyss, charged upwards with the blazing demonic flames. A deep, tearing pain flashed in the depths of his cold eyes, but it was instantly replaced by an iron-blooded and detached gaze.

To back down would be the greatest cruelty to one's junior brother.

The only option is to fight to the death!

Only then can the once gentle and refined god of the wind be awakened!

"Cloud Ten Palms - Endless Thunder!"

Bu Jingyun gritted his teeth and forced himself to gather his energy. With his palms carrying the force of a world-destroying calamity, he slammed them down from above like Mount Tai crashing down.

With a flick of his palms, the powerful, mountain-like Qi surged forth with blinding lightning, carrying a resolute determination to certain death, as it forcefully clashed with the desolate blade slashing upwards against the opposite direction.

Boom!

The overwhelming palm strike and the fierce blade energy collided violently in mid-air.

Amidst a deafening, muffled roar, a tangible, violent shockwave churned and raged, instantly shattering the falling rocks within a radius of dozens of feet into a shower of fine dust.

Bu Jingyun felt his arms tremble violently as an overwhelming force of destruction surged towards him. His body was thrown upwards by this powerful force, causing him to pause slightly. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, which stained the snow and wind red.

Nie Feng was also thrown and tumbled by the terrifying force of the recoil.

However, after only a very difficult roll in the air, it once again stepped on the cold, broken stones and pounced down from mid-air with an even more ferocious and unreasonable speed.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

His repeated, blood-curdling screams revealed utter madness.

Unable to withstand the overwhelming demonic energy pouring in, the Snow Drinking Saber trembled violently and emitted a long, mournful buzzing sound.

Suddenly, Nie Feng looked up and let out a piercing, throat-ripping howl.

Suddenly, his left hand, shrouded in dark demonic energy, lashed out and gripped the incomparably sharp Snow Drinking Blade tightly!

collapse!

With a crisp, shattering sound, the Snow Drinking Saber, the peerless divine weapon that had accompanied the Nie family for generations in slaying demons and becoming famous throughout the martial arts world, was crushed inch by inch by Nie Feng, who had completely fallen into demonic possession, with his bare hands!

The knife shatters, the man goes mad!

Countless crystal-clear divine weapon blades did not scatter and fly away, but were forcibly engulfed by the extremely viscous demonic energy, turning into a sky full of cold, deadly stars.

Each shard of the blade contained terrifying internal force capable of piercing through metal and stone.

"Demon Blade - A Thousand Cuts!"

Nie Feng swung his arms wildly like a windmill, and shards of ice and snow rained down like a storm of pear blossoms, covering the sky and the earth, engulfing Bu Jingyun.

It is by no means any martial arts technique with any traceable pattern; it is purely the most thorough and reckless venting of demonic nature!

Bu Jingyun's pupils suddenly shrank into a cold glint. This kind of deadly storm came suddenly and without warning. Even with the Cloud Track Immortal Steps, there was no time to retreat. In an instant, he was facing a deadly situation with no chance of survival.

"Since that's the case..."

Bu Jingyun took a deep breath of the icy wind mixed with the smell of blood, and decided to completely abandon all futile defenses.

Neither avoid nor yield, neither block nor retreat.

He stretched out his arms in a fierce and tragic manner, raising his broad chest to face the storm of death, letting the countless shattered blades pierce his majestic body.

Puff puff puff!

Countless sharp blades pierced through flesh and bone, and scalding blood spurted everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, Bu Jingyun transformed into a horrifying, bloodied man riddled with holes, yet he seemed to have lost all the pain receptors that a mortal should have.

His cold, dark eyes, like unsheathed swords, were fixed on the rapidly approaching demonic figure ahead, without even blinking.

He was waiting, waiting for a fleeting opportunity to save his junior brother from the depths of despair, a chance that was the only opening that could forcefully pull him back from the abyss!

Just as Nie Feng, relying entirely on his violent instincts, was caught off guard and lunged at the person in front of him in a desperate moment.

Bu Jingyun made a move.

The mangled, bloodied body defied gravity in the void, unleashing a potential beyond its limits, and instantly closed in on Nie Feng, closing to within three feet of his life.

"Cloud Ten Palms - Unrivaled in the Five Emotions!"

Clap clap clap!

Bu Jingyun moved with lightning speed, his blood-stained palms striking out in rapid succession.

Chest, dantian, shoulder well, qi sea!

He struck four major acupoints in succession, but instead of using any powerful and devastating moves to destroy his opponent, he forcefully injected an extremely flexible "Xu Yun Jin" into Nie Feng's body, tightly sealing the flow of demonic energy in his eight extraordinary meridians.

The surging demonic energy around Nie Feng was suddenly blocked, and his frenzied killing movements finally showed a slight stiffness and stagnation.

It is precisely during this slight stagnation that we find the opportunity!

Suddenly, Bu Jingyun opened his blood-soaked arms in a rage, completely ignoring the scorching demonic flames that burned his flesh and blood. With his broken and bloodied body, he tightly embraced the wildly berserk demon with his wildly flailing hair!

"Junior Brother Feng, wake up!"

A blood-curdling roar, mingled with boundless brotherhood, shattered the vast sky.

He actually concentrated all the domineering internal force of the fifth strike of the Cloud Ten Palms onto his forehead!

He turned his forehead into a massive hammer with extreme cruelty and determination, and smashed it into the scarlet, eerie demonic eye between Nie Feng's eyebrows without regard for his own life!

The moment their bones collided, a chilling, extremely evil shriek seemed to explode in the snowstorm.

Click!

The seemingly indestructible demonic eye was shattered and exploded by this domineering and suicidal force!

A jet of filthy blood, a mottled mix of black and red, shot into the sky.

Nie Feng convulsed and trembled violently as if struck by lightning, and the raging demonic flames around him dissipated and disappeared rapidly like the receding tide.

Deep within those blood-red eyes, the turbidity finally fading away with great difficulty, revealing a glimmer of clear, human-like brilliance once more.

He stared blankly at the man in front of him, whose body was covered in blood and gore, yet who still clung tightly to him.

"cloud……"

Nie Feng's voice was hoarse and extremely weak, filled with an unbelievable, sorrowful tremor.

Bu Jingyun's lips twitched with difficulty, slowly curving into a smile that was both extremely tragic and incredibly gratifying.

On his usually icy and aloof face, there was now only the profound relief of a wish fulfilled.

"Feng... is alright now..."

Before their words could be dispersed by the cold wind, the two exhausted men, Feng and Yun, had already fainted.

The bleak, swirling snowflakes, like torn white gauze, fell sadly and sorrowfully into the abyss.

Two blood-stained figures, riddled with holes, were locked together in the void, like two lone geese with broken wings clinging to each other, as the boundless darkness and cold swallowed them up inch by inch.

The mournful, piercing wind that echoed in my ears seemed to have even the heavens and earth stained with the blood and tears of the fate of these two peerless heroes, and a poignant elegy for the passing of time echoed in the empty valley.

"well……"

A long, ethereal sigh, seemingly drifting down from the celestial realm, or perhaps whispering softly in one's ear.

The sigh revealed a profound compassion that transcended worldly concerns and grieved for all humanity, while also concealing an unparalleled sword intent capable of making all things in heaven and earth bow down in submission.

The abyssal currents, which were originally raging and tearing flesh apart, instantly became docile and solidified amidst the lingering echoes of the sigh.

In the swirling, dark abyss, countless fine, cold, invisible ripples suddenly appeared.

They are all pure sword energy, all omnipresent and all-encompassing righteous sword energy!

Tens of thousands of invisible sword energies, drawn by the energy, rapidly converged and intertwined, transforming into a gigantic, invisible energy hand that blotted out the sky in mid-air amidst the sea of ​​clouds. This hand caught the two rapidly falling, mangled bodies with remarkable stability and gentleness.

A slender figure, dressed in plain clothes and carrying an erhu on his back, stood silently in mid-air, seemingly stepping on invisible sword energy.

His face, weathered by time, was filled with compassion, and his deep eyes seemed to hold a vast galaxy within them.

No trace of true qi could be detected throughout his body, yet he seemed to have completely merged with the heavens and earth, the sun, the moon, and the stars.

The Legend of the Martial Arts World – Nameless!

Wuming lowered his gaze to his juniors, who were both in a deep coma, and finally fixed his eyes on the shocking laceration on Nie Feng's forehead, his long, white eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"Although the demonic eye is broken, the demonic root has not been eradicated. The mad blood of the Qilin and the demonic energy that entered the body have long been entangled in the bones. If a way is not found to completely eradicate them, I fear the consequences will be endless..."

He shook his head and sighed inwardly, then gently waved his wide sleeves in the wind.

"All swords return to their origin—all energies arise spontaneously!"

A gentle and mellow surge of righteous energy, like a spring breeze and rain, instantly and tenderly enveloped the two severely injured and dying individuals, their life force fading away, and desperately protected their weakening heart meridians.

Then his figure became slightly ethereal, and he and Fengyun transformed into a streak of light that pierced the sun, completely disappearing into the deepest part of the vast sea of ​​clouds.

All that remains between heaven and earth is half a broken and collapsed snow cliff, and the devastated ruins, silently telling the tragic story of the earth-shattering battle amidst the howling wind and snow.

At the top of the precipice, the cold wind was still biting and piercing, whipping up countless tiny pebbles that stung our cheeks.

The once majestic snow-capped mountain peaks are now completely reduced to a shocking, dilapidated ruin, like an unhealable, hideous scar on the vast land.

A staggering, hunched figure was frantically searching and digging through the ruins.

His rough palms were cut and bleeding from the sharp ice and rubble, but he seemed to have completely lost the sense of pain. He just numbly dug through the messy pile of broken rocks like a madman.

"Snow Drink... My Snow Drink..."

Nie Renwang's cracked lips trembled as he murmured, his eyes bloodshot.

The Snow Drinking Saber embodies the pride and spirit of the Nie family in the martial world, and represents the supreme glory passed down through generations.

Now, it has been shattered by the hands of his only son, shattered in the merciless cycle of fateful battles.

The emperor does not bear the painstaking people.

Deep within the cracks of a massive, fractured rock, a faint, familiar, chilling blue light finally refracted out.

The fragments of Snow Drink were crystal clear, like teardrops of sorrow formed from millennia of ice and snow, lying lifelessly between the filthy mud and frozen blood.

Nie Renwang stretched out his violently trembling hands and carefully picked up the broken blade fragments one by one.

Each piece is icy cold to the bone, like a divine weapon weeping and wailing.

He held the fragments with utmost care in his rough, calloused palms, as if he were holding his own pride, shattered into ashes.

"Brother Nie..."

Duan Shuai quietly walked up behind his old friend, looking at his once arrogant but now desolate and hunched back, and a bitter feeling of sorrow welled up in his heart.

Nie Renwang silently took off his outer robe and collected every single fragment of the cold divine weapon without leaving a trace.

He carefully wiped away the dried, cold bloodstains from the blade, packed it tightly with utmost care, and carried it firmly on his broad back.

He silently straightened his body, his sorrowful gaze slowly sweeping over the dilapidated ruins filled with grudges and hatred.

"Brother Duan, it seems that this turbulent world of martial arts no longer belongs to old friends like you and me."

Nie Renwang's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, and between the lines, he revealed endless weariness and a profound sense of desolation at having seen through the world.

This earth-shattering battle not only shattered the world-renowned Snow Drinking Saber, but also completely crushed the last remaining thought of domination and supremacy within him.

Duan Shuai looked up at the sky and sighed deeply, letting out a breath of vicissitude.

Stepping forward, I patted my old friend's shoulder, which was covered in snow:

"Let's go."

"The wind is a lucky one, and the martial arts legend has already intervened, so he should be safe and sound."

"Time waits for no one, so let the younger generation stir things up as they please."

Two lonely figures, heroes past their prime, supported each other in the cold, snowy wind.

Crushing the desolate frost on the ground, I walked further and further away towards the setting blood-red sun, finally disappearing completely into the vast, eternally desolate snow and wind.

Only a legend of swords and shadows remains, silently ending in this desolate and cold place.