I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The grass sword in Wuming's hand suddenly shattered, turning into a flurry of grass clippings.

"Nameless Sword Flame!"

An invisible, nameless sword fire suddenly erupted from the depths of my heart!

The grass clippings that were originally dancing wildly in the wind were instantly frozen in mid-air. Then, they were forcibly wrapped by the righteous sword intent that emphasized the sword heart but not the sword style, and transformed into a huge green sword pillar that soared into the sky and met the domineering golden rainbow falling down head-on!

"Boom—!"

The power of two peerless experts collided fiercely in mid-air.

In that instant, the world seemed to fall silent.

The next second, a terrifying shockwave, like a long-suppressed tidal wave, swept wildly in all directions!

The entire wooden pier was instantly reduced to dust by the shockwave, and the surrounding seawater was forced down by three feet, creating towering waves that crashed against the shore like a tsunami!

Smoke and dust filled the sky, obscuring the sun.

After a long while, the wild sea breeze gradually dispersed the smoke and dust, revealing two figures in the arena.

Huang Ying knelt on one knee on the beach, panting heavily.

He plunged the Silent Blade deep into the sand, desperately trying to prop up his swaying body.

Blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, his blond hair was disheveled, and he looked extremely wretched.

Not far from him, Wuming still stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

The only difference was that his once spotless blue shirt now had a tear in the sleeve, caused by the sword energy, which was fluttering in the wind.

"Well done...well done with the Nameless Sword Flame!"

Huang Ying raised her head with difficulty.

He stared intently at Wuming, his eyes showing not a trace of defeat or dejection, but rather a more fervent, almost manic, fighting spirit!

He slowly stood up, and the silent blade once again pointed directly at Nameless.

Although his voice was hoarse from the injury, it was filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"That was exhilarating! Absolutely exhilarating! This is the kind of opponent I've been dreaming of!"

"Nameless!" His eyes were bloodshot, fixed on the figure in front of him like a bloodthirsty beast.

"Take my next move, the seventh form of sword intent—"

"Stern-faced and cold!"

Huang Ying took a sudden step, and the surrounding temperature plummeted with that step, with frost descending rapidly!

A layer of frost instantly condensed on the Jingji Blade.

This slash swept horizontally and diagonally, bringing the man and the sword together. The chill was like a tidal wave, and even the air seemed to be completely frozen!

This is the extreme cold of a broken heart—

Disregarding all living beings, all things in heaven and earth are worthy of being killed!

The seawater on the beach froze instantly, cracking with a series of sharp sounds. Sharp icicles grew and exploded along the direction of the blade's energy, heading straight for Wuming!

The nameless man's expression hardened slightly.

This move is chilling to the bone; it cannot be dodged!

He pointed his fingers like a sword, and his body suddenly froze completely, as still as a stone statue.

It was the mysterious sword technique that became famous overnight!

Use stillness to control movement, wait for the right moment to spot the opening, and you can defeat the enemy in one move!

The icicles were like a forest, and the biting cold air hit Wuming, freezing his blue shirt with a layer of white frost.

But the nameless one remains still.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Huang Ying's sword strike finally showed an extremely slight opening—

Within the area ruled by the chill, there is a blank space, like the most vulnerable crack under excessive ice.

It's now!

The nameless man drew his sword.

With fingers pointing like a sword, a single point of sword intent, as solid as metal, pierced the crack in the ice with unparalleled accuracy, striking directly at the blade of the Silence-Shocking Sword!

"clang--!"

With a clear and melodious sword cry, the entire frozen battlefield instantly crumbled!

The icicles scattered across the sky shattered into glittering fragments, refracting countless golden rays under the setting sun.

Huang Ying felt a jolt in his tiger's mouth, and Jing Ji almost slipped from his grasp!

His arrogant, chilling sword intent was actually found to have a single flaw by his opponent, who wiped it out with a single sword strike!

"I angrily question the heavens!"

The ice and snow had not yet completely melted away, but boundless rage had already been ignited!

Huang Ying roared to the sky, his golden hair flying wildly!

His swordplay shifted from absolute stillness to frenzied movement in an instant;

It switched abruptly from absolute cold to extreme heat!

This single strike contained all the resentment from his life's hardships and his boundless rage against the injustice of fate!

The sword energy erupted like a volcano, shooting straight into the sky, as if it would burn the heavens to ashes!

At this moment, Wuming was no longer just on the defensive.

"One sword, and you'll be famous!"

Fate is merciless, brothers are valiant, a thousand swords are sacrificed, and one sword brings fame.

He thrust forward with his fingers together, a simple sword strike.

There was no dazzling brilliance, no earth-shattering momentum.

Only a single, unwavering belief, like a nail, pierced straight through the raging fury of the Emperor!

Use skill to overcome strength, be practical without being flashy!

"boom--!"

The moment the two forces collided, Huang Ying's anger was extinguished as if by a bucket of ice water, splitting in two and raging outwards to both sides!

The remaining rubble and sand around them were completely evaporated by the aftershocks, and the raging fire that had been split open surged to both sides, steaming two glassy scorch marks dozens of feet long on the beach, and the seawater instantly turned into white mist due to the high temperature.

Huang Ying staggered back several steps, almost kneeling on one knee, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again.

He looked down at the trembling Jingji in his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief—

He angrily questioned the heavens, and the most violent blow, the culmination of half a lifetime of resentment, was actually pierced through by a single sword...?

Nameless remained standing in the same spot, his fingers pointing like a sword, his robes fluttering gently in the white mist.

A faint glow still lingered on the fingertips of both fingers.

Bu Jingyun had pulled his son a hundred feet away the moment they clashed, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"Father..." Bu Tian stared at the battlefield shrouded in white mist, his brows furrowed into a deep knot, his eyes filled with incomprehension and confusion.

"Is this really a battle between grandmasters? Why do I see so many flaws in them?!"

"What?"

Bu Jingyun's body trembled, and he abruptly turned to look at his son.

This is a showdown between two of the world's most outstanding masters!

The moves were so exquisite that even he dared not be distracted for a moment in order to barely make out their details.

Bu Tian, ​​a mere child, actually claims to be full of flaws?!

Bu Tian pointed to the center of the battlefield, muttering to himself:

"Huang Ying's move 'Angry Question to Heaven' is indeed very intimidating."

"But three inches below his left rib, his vital energy was completely cut off, leaving him wide open!"

"And Master, the moment he turned his sword to defend, his internal energy clearly paused for a moment... If we seize the opportunity to strike his Qi Hai acupoint..."

Bu Jingyun gasped, his heart churning with shock!

He knew that Bu Tian had learned some skills from Jiang Chen and had also cultivated a martial art called "Boundless Divine Skill".

But he never dreamed that this skill would be so incredibly powerful—

It allows a child who hasn't even grown a full beard to see through the fleeting flaws in a grandmaster's moves at a glance!

"Nameless...you didn't use your full strength from beginning to end, did you?"

Huang Ying supported Jing Ji as he stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and spoke in a hoarse but surprisingly calm voice.

Ao Cang Sheng has been defeated.

His cold, defiant expression was broken.

Even the angry question to the heavens was broken.

He went all out in every move, but he barely even touched the hem of his opponent's clothes a few times.

Is the gap... really that huge?

But Huang Ying's lips twitched, and then she suddenly smiled.

It wasn't a bitter smile, nor was it self-deprecation; rather, it was a pure, heartfelt ecstasy.

"Excellent! What a legendary martial arts tale!"

His eyes suddenly turned blood red, and the golden light around him was so intense that it almost solidified.

His loose golden hair flew wildly in the air blast, and he looked like a trapped beast that had been driven to the brink of despair but had instead unleashed its wildness.

"Since that's the case—I'll use this final blow to force you to show your true abilities!"

Huang Ying abruptly sheathed his sword, instantly retracting the previously overwhelming and violent aura into his body.

At that moment, it seemed as if only his lonely shadow, holding a knife, remained in the world.

"Seven Forms Combined into One—"

Huang Ying let out a hoarse groan and slowly, extremely slowly, raised the Jingji Blade in his hand above his head.

"—Seven Shocking Changes!"

At this moment, chaos, sorrow, pride, infatuation, stillness, coldness, and anger coexist.

Seven completely different, even conflicting, extreme emotions and sword intents miraculously merged into one within his body!

The earth-shattering momentum from before was gone, as was the dazzling golden light that had just shone.

There was only one cut.

An ordinary, unremarkable flash.

However, it was just a seemingly unremarkable slash—

The world changed color, and the wind and clouds reversed!

The space around Wuming seemed to be forcibly severed by this slash, and even his connection with this world seemed to be completely ended under the light of the slash!

His pupils suddenly contracted.

Within the seemingly ordinary swordplay, I sensed a profound terror.

This is an ultimate strike capable of shattering the void and directly annihilating the soul!

If he had held back with that strike, he would have been dead for sure.

"well……"

A soft sigh drifted away on the sea breeze.

It was like helplessness, and also like pity.

Wuming closed his eyes slightly, then suddenly opened them!

The eyes that opened no longer held the calm and serene composure of before, but rather a profound and extreme sorrow.

He thought of his deceased wife.

He felt a deep despair and resentment when he recalled the time his wife was poisoned and he couldn't even find the killer.

The deeper the grief, the stronger the sword's power.

"I am overwhelmed with grief!"

boom!

With Wuming at the center, within a radius of a hundred feet, heaven and earth grieve together!

The flowers, trees, sand, and stones were all trembling violently!

This sword strike wasn't born of anger or hatred, but rather from the wound in a man's heart that can never heal after losing his beloved.

Wuming transformed all his overwhelming grief into sword intent, merging it with Huang Ying's seven emotions into a peerless strike, colliding head-on!

Countless invisible sword energies surged wildly from all things in heaven and earth, converging into a vast sea of ​​sword energy, rushing towards Huang Ying's astonishing sword strike!

Two forces standing at the pinnacle of this era collided violently in mid-air.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely blinding white light burst forth, instantly engulfing everything around it!

All that remained in the world was a blinding white expanse; there was no sound and no sight.