I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Formless Divine Wind Leg, Strike of Wind and Thunder!"

Clear drink splits the sky.

Cijue's palm strike had already pressed down on Long'er's head, its force as heavy as a mountain, even the wind in the bell tower was pressed down and collapsed.

Just then, Jin suddenly burst in from the side, twisting in mid-air, and the surging wind force all over his body suddenly stopped, collapsing into the tip of his right leg.

This kick was completely unpretentious.

fast.

quasi.

ruthless.

When the leg struck the Vajra Palm shadow, there was a very short muffled sound, followed by the entire clock tower feeling as if it had been hit by a hammer.

The illusory image of the Buddha's palm, which pressed down so hard it was hard to breathe, cracked first in the palm, and the crack then exploded all the way out, breaking into a chaotic flow that filled the sky in the blink of an eye.

Cijue's chest suddenly collapsed inward, his protective aura dissipated on the spot, and he flew backward, spitting blood, his back slamming heavily against the bronze bell.

"when"

The bell tolled so loudly it made people's ears ring, rolling far down the mountain.

Cijue slid down the bell, and as soon as he landed, he vomited a mouthful of black blood. His face turned grayish-white, and even his eyes began to glaze over.

Yiyou wasn't going to be polite to him. Before she could even stand up straight, she pounced on him and grabbed his collar.

"You bastard."

"Weren't you being quite arrogant just now?"

"Why did it wilt so quickly?"

Cijue barely managed to lift his head; the malice in his eyes was still there, but his breathing was completely disordered.

Yi You grabbed him and dragged him toward the meditation room next door.

Cijue was as fat as a pig, dragging himself along the ground and crashing against the threshold. His robe was stained with blood and ash, making him look extremely disheveled.

Jin fell back onto the wooden plank of the clock tower, his chest heaving rapidly.

Long'er stood to the side, her silver hair fluttering slightly in the breeze, and glanced at him.

"This kick came just in time."

Jin was about to ask him if he was injured, but when she heard this, her temple throbbed.

"You almost got your head smashed by his palm just now."

"Don't risk your life like that next time."

Long'er's expression remained unchanged.

"I know what I'm doing."

"If you slow down even a little, I won't die."

Jin was too lazy to argue with him, so he just snorted and didn't say anything more.

The door to the meditation room next door slammed shut, and Yiyou had already dragged Cijue inside.

The moment the door closed, the entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

A cold wind swept by, leaving only the stone table standing coldly in the middle, with a long, glaring trail of blood still visible on the blue brick floor.

Jin and Long'er sat down outside, one adjusting his breathing, the other looking down at the lingering marks of the palm pressure on his palm. Neither of them went into the meditation room.

The room was dimly lit, but the stench of blood was overwhelming.

Yiyou slammed Cijue down onto the rack and pulled off four thick, black iron chains.

With a few sharp "clatters," the iron chains tightly fastened to Cijue's wrists and ankles. Yiyou suddenly pulled on the mechanism on the wall, suspending the fat monk in a spread-eagle position.

Immediately afterwards, he dragged a heavy iron block from the corner of the wall, tied it with a thick hemp rope, wrapped the other end around Cijue's neck twice, and hung it on his neck.

The iron lump hung in mid-air, causing Cijue's neck veins to bulge and his breath to be laced with blood.

This is not finished.

Yiyou lowered his head and rummaged through the miscellaneous items, then pulled out a ten-foot-long iron nail and nailed it upside down under Cijue's chin.

The nail tip was just a hair's breadth away from his throat. If Cijue were to lower his head in exhaustion, he would immediately be pierced through.

Yiyou moved a broken stool and sat down, rubbing his hands together, his beady eyes gleaming with cold light.

"explain."

Who is the mastermind behind this?

Cijue's face looked ashen, as if he had just been pulled out of the water. He was trembling all over, yet his jaw was clenched tightly.

"I can't say..."

"If I told you, I'd only die a worse death..."

Yi You laughed upon hearing this, and immediately slapped him twice.

"Aren't you miserable enough already?"

"Monk, I hate people like you who pretend to be tough even when they're about to die."

"If you don't open your mouth, I'll make sure you don't even have the right to take a nap."

Cijue's mouth was bleeding from the beating. He turned his head to the side and simply closed his eyes and remained silent.

Yiyou stared at Cijue for a long time, then suddenly stood up, circled around him twice, and occasionally reached out to pat the iron lump hanging around his neck, making Cijue's shoulders tremble with fear.

"Trying to put on a brave face, huh?"

"Fine, monk, I have plenty of time to keep you company."

The sounds of slaps and cursing could be heard from the meditation room, while outside in the courtyard, monks, awakened by the sound of the bell, slowly gathered.

Jin and Long'er sat by the stone table, neither of them getting up, until more and more people gathered over there, and then the door to the meditation room was suddenly pulled open.

Yiyou walked out with a dark face, blood still stained on his sleeves. He glanced at the monks in the courtyard and shouted.

"What are you all doing gathered here?"

"That wicked Cijue plotted to harm the abbot, but I, the monk, have already apprehended him."

"You should all go back to your rooms, go back to chanting scriptures, and stop crowding around here."

"If anyone runs around tonight, I'll break their legs first."

His seniority was evident, and he was usually a reckless and unruly person. Although the monks were quite shocked, none of them dared to talk back. They could only suppress their surprise and doubts and slowly disperse.

Once the courtyard had completely quieted down, Yiyou walked to the stone table, plopped down, and looked utterly dejected.

"This Cijue has a mouth harder than a turtle shell."

"I've tried all sorts of torture methods on the monk, but he didn't utter a single word."

He cursed, but his eyes kept glancing at Long'er's feet.

I glanced at it a few times, but in the end I couldn't resist.

"Kid."

"Where did you learn those water-shifting techniques?"

Long'er raised her eyelids, her tone flat.

"I've seen you walk through it once."

I learned a few steps along the way.

Yiyou was stunned; his eyes almost popped out.

"Want to take a look?"

"Are you kidding me, monk?"

"This is water manipulation, not some roadside stunt!"

Long'er picked up the cold tea and took a sip.

"Not yet."

"I only learned the basics."

Yi You was so choked up that her chest felt tight, and she opened her mouth for a long time, but she just couldn't think of a way to curse.

Jin, who had been silent all along, looked at Long'er.

"What about my Formless Divine Wind Leg technique?"

How much of it did you understand?

Long'er shook her head.

"I didn't see it clearly."

"Your leg movement is too fast."

"But if you slow down and kick it again, I should be able to see it clearly."

The area around the stone table fell silent.

Yiyou stared at Long'er as if she had seen some kind of monster.

Jin remained silent for a moment before slowly uttering a sentence.

"You really dare to say that."

Long'er put down her teacup, her tone as indifferent as if nothing had happened.

"I'm just telling the truth."

Yiyou wanted to continue asking questions, but suddenly a muffled thud came from the meditation room, like someone hitting the wall hard with a hammer.

The three men's expressions changed simultaneously. Without even moving their chairs, they rushed over.

The door was kicked open, and dust rushed in.

A large hole had been torn in the roof, and broken tiles and pieces of wood were scattered all over the ground.

Cijue was still hanging in mid-air by iron chains, his limbs stiff, his eyes bulging, blood flowing from his seven orifices, and a shocking leg mark in the center of his chest, with his sternum completely sunken in.

The residual force of that kick passed through his body, pulverizing his heart and internal organs.

He rushed forward to check her breath, but his hand froze in mid-air.

"He's dead."

"Just died."

Jin suddenly looked up and stared at the hole in the roof.

With a light touch of his toes, he leaped up like a gust of wind and soared directly onto the roof.

As soon as he stepped onto the roof tile, he saw a dark figure flying away at high speed on the roof ridge, only a faint trace remaining, dozens of feet away.

Without uttering a single wasted word, he crouched low and followed closely behind the blue tiles.

The night was deep and dark, and the lingering sound of the bell still echoed in the temple.

Jin pushed the Wuxiang Divine Wind Leg technique to its limit, his whole body seemed to melt into the wind, soaring over rooftops and through treetops, relentlessly chasing after the dark figure.

The person in front was also incredibly fast.

His body rose and fell like a dragon swimming in the night, and he used the leverage perfectly each time, clearly knowing the terrain above and below the mountain gate to his very core.

The two chased and fled, and in the blink of an eye, they had gone from the temple to the foot of the mountain.

The shadowy figure intended to escape through the woods, but Jin suddenly accelerated, twisted in mid-air, and his right leg, accompanied by the sound of wind, crashed down heavily from above.

His leg shadows multiplied from one to two, then to four, spreading out in the blink of an eye, as if the night wind of the entire mountain had been turned into knives and smashed towards the man's back.

"The wind sweeps away the remaining clouds!"

That kick was so fast, it was as if the night had been cleaved in two.

The dark figure had no intention of landing at all.

The person spun around in mid-air, their wide black cloak billowing and spreading out like dark clouds.

Faced with the overwhelming attack, he neither dodged nor avoided it, but instead rose up against the wind.

Beneath the black cloak, a layer of dazzling golden light suddenly exploded, so domineering it was terrifying.

He unleashed a series of kicks in mid-air, the powerful force of his legs shooting out of his body and transforming into three roaring golden dragon phantoms that soared into the sky against the odds!

The three golden dragons clashed fiercely with the overwhelming wind blades and leg shadows in mid-air, engaging in a fierce battle!

boom!

Two supreme energies exploded in the night sky with a deafening roar, and the violent shockwaves crushed a large number of trees below.

Jin felt that the countless leg shadows he had unleashed were shattered on the spot by the three dragon shadows.

The next instant, the violent counterattack dragon force tore through the wind curtain and slammed heavily into his chest from a distance.

He groaned and stumbled backward, taking several steps before finally regaining his footing. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and saw blood at the corner of his mouth.

The man in black opposite him only retreated about ten feet, his black cloak being blown off by the strong wind, revealing half of a cold bronze mask.

Three dragon shadows slowly circled around him, their golden light flickering, making the man look like a monstrous dragon standing in the night.

He glanced at Jin, his voice low and condescending.

"He can still stand after taking a kick from me."

"His legwork is quite skillful."

Jin raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze growing even colder.

"They don't even dare to show their faces."

"You think you're so great?"

The masked man sneered, ignoring the words, and only glanced up at the continuous flames on the mountain, clearly not wanting to delay any longer.

With a flick of his black cloak, three dragon shadows appeared, and he disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Jin took half a step forward, but his chest suddenly tumbled, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

He stared in the direction the man had disappeared for a few moments before finally stopping.

The opponent clearly hadn't used their full strength in that attack.

Ten miles away, an ancient stone bridge spans the rapids.

The water roared beneath the bridge, like thousands of horses galloping side by side in the darkness.

The night wind, carrying dampness, swept upwards, making the bridge railings feel chilly.

Two figures stood in the middle of the bridge.

The man in front wore a black cloak that reached the ground, a bronze mask over his face, and a faint golden light flowed between his five fingers. He was none other than Dugu Ming, who had just retreated from the Motuo Lanruo Temple.

Despite the strong wind on the bridge, he stood motionless, his clothes exuding a nonchalant ease.

The monk behind him was large and fat, with a shiny face. He smiled like Maitreya Buddha, but a sinister glint would occasionally flash in the depths of his eyes. He was none other than the Laughing Buddha of Xiling, one of the three hegemons of the North.

Xiling Xiaofo squinted and took half a step forward.

"My lord."

Dugu Ming didn't turn around, but snorted coldly.

"That kid's martial arts remind me of an extremely annoying fellow."

Xiling Xiaofo felt a tightness in his heart.

"Even our lord finds this troublesome?"

Dugu Ming finally turned around, his gaze behind the mask as cold as a knife.

"Troublesome?"

"They don't deserve it."

"If I hadn't been too lazy to cause trouble in front of the temple, that kid would have been unable to stand up long ago."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pressed it against the bridge railing.

With just a light touch of his fingers, the stone railing cracked open, and pebbles tumbled into the rushing water below.

"But that good-for-nothing Cijue wasted all my efforts."

"The road was paved for him, the trap was set for him, but in the end he still ruined himself."

Xiling Xiaofo smiled ingratiatingly, not daring to respond to that remark, and simply continued speaking.

"With Cijue's death, the connection with the Buddhist and nun alliance has been severed."

"If no one steps up at the Alliance Conference, I fear there will be many complications."

Dugu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, looking north, his voice colder than the night wind.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings, what trouble can they possibly cause?"

"Anyone who dares to block our way, we'll slaughter them all."

"What I truly find objectionable is that Yiyou in the temple."

"This mad monk usually pretends to be crazy, but his skills are actually quite good, and given his seniority and prestige in the temple..."

"If no one steps in to restrain him at the Alliance Conference, he will most likely take the position of Alliance Leader."

Upon hearing this, the smile on Xiling Xiaofo's face slowly faded. After a moment of contemplation, he seemed to have finally made up his mind and raised his head.

"My lord."

"If you just want to suppress a worry, I've thought of someone."

Dugu Ming glanced at him sideways.

"Who?"

Xiling Laughing Buddha bowed and clasped his hands, his fawning smile now tinged with genuine pride.

"My mentor and teacher."

"Fighting the Tathagata."