I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Um?"

The god raised an eyebrow, the playful expression on his face fading slightly, replaced by a hint of surprise:

"Such powerful sword intent... Condensing Qi into a weapon? Bu Jingyun, you certainly haven't disappointed me."

"Take this!" Bu Jingyun's body didn't move, but his intention did.

"The sword leaves its mark!"

The sword is drawn silently, its killing intent contained, leaving only domineering power.

An invisible sword aura slashed out in an instant, swift as a startled swan, aiming straight for the throat!

Where the sword passed, a visible crack was left in the void—

This is the terrifying aspect of "Sword Mark": even space itself will be etched with scars!

The air on both sides of the crack twisted and deformed, hissing as if a piece of cloth had been torn open.

The god's pupils contracted slightly, and a sharp pain shot through his throat—

Looking down, he saw a hair-thin crack on the surface of his protective aura!

He subconsciously reached out and touched his throat, his fingertips feeling a warm sensation.

It's blood!!

Although it was only a thin layer, blood did seep out.

The mockery in the god's eyes vanished, replaced by a serious expression.

"good!"

He shouted, shifted his feet, and slightly turned his body to adjust his stance.

Bring the two fingers of your right hand together and point them out smoothly—

"Fire and Thunder Qi!"

With fingertips slicing through the void, two crimson lightning-fire finger energies emerged like serpents from their holes, one above and one below, cunning and ruthless, aiming straight for Bu Jingyun's vital acupoint!

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the void—sword energy collided with fire and lightning, sparks flew, and they annihilated each other.

But another finger strike was already upon him!

Bu Jingyun, stepping on "Cloud Shadow," moved with the agility of a ghost, his fingertips transforming into swords, slashing with effortless grace—

"Sword Flows Through the Clouds!"

The sword energy flowed like mercury, continuous and unbroken, combining both strength and gentleness.

This move doesn't aim to injure the enemy, but only to deflect their force—it deflects the raging fire and thunder finger strikes off course!

boom!

The deflected fire and lightning energy slammed into the ice field, blasting out a crater several meters wide.

The ice at the bottom of the pit melted and solidified instantly by the high temperature, forming a patch of black, glassy scorched earth, with steam rising from it.

Using the smoke and dust as cover, Bu Jingyun suddenly sprang into action, closing in by three feet!

"court death!"

The god grinned maliciously and advanced instead of retreating.

The left claw, chillingly cold, aimed straight at the face with its deadly strike!

A sweeping right leg, with immense force—a gust of wind howled, sending up a shower of shattered ice!

Bu Jingyun's face darkened, and he raised his left arm to block the kick.

At the same time, he joined two fingers of his right hand together and thrust them straight into the eyes of the divine general like lightning!

"Bang!"

Legs and arms collided, and bones made a dull thud.

Bu Jingyun swayed slightly, using the momentum to leap into the air, attempting to create distance.

"Where do you think you're going!"

The divine general followed closely, his feet treading on the ice, his body spinning like a top, instantly catching up to the sky.

Using the momentum of the rotation, he snapped his thumb in and spread his three fingers wide—

laugh!laugh!laugh!

Three crimson finger strikes attacked from the upper, middle, and lower parts of Bu Jingyun's body, sealing off all his escape routes!

The force of the finger pierced the air, and the whistling sound was as mournful as the wailing of ghosts and gods.

Bu Jingyun was suspended in mid-air, with no way to avoid it.

"Sword Meteor!"

Since there's no way to avoid it, then don't try!

He transformed into a shooting star, carrying all his sword intent, and crashed down from mid-air to meet the three finger strikes with a deafening roar—

This sword strike carried the force of a thunderbolt and the weight of a thousand pounds.

It wasn't to block an attack, it was to kill!

Rumble—!

Thunder and fire clashed, and shockwaves swept across the sky!

The two extreme forces collided and exploded, tearing away the snow within a radius of tens of meters and revealing the dark rocks underneath.

The shockwave swept in all directions, and Bu Tian, ​​who was far away, was forced back several steps by the shockwave. He used his arm to shield his face, and the shards of ice stung his skin.

He strained to open his eyes, staring intently at the center of the battlefield through the billowing smoke and shattered ice—his heart pounding wildly.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the two figures were each sent flying backwards, gliding as they landed.

Bu Jingyun's robes were tattered beyond recognition, his body was covered in charred burn marks, and several wounds were still oozing blood.

He touched the ground with his left knee, bracing himself to steady himself, his shoulders trembling slightly.

But his eyes were as cold as knives, fixed intently on what lay ahead.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth down his chin onto the snow, hissing as a wisp of white smoke rose from it.

The blood was scalding hot.

Looking at the other side—

The god stood proudly atop the world-destroying demon—

A white mark stretched across his chest.

He's injured!

Although it was just a faint white mark, it was indeed a wound.

This is the first real wound that Bu Jingyun has left on the Divine General since the start of the war.

The god looked down at the mark, then slowly raised his head, his smile becoming even more sinister:

"Good, very good! You can hurt me in the slightest... Bu Jingyun, you have every reason to be proud."

Before he finished speaking, the god's figure suddenly vanished!

When he reappeared—he was already above Bu Jingyun's head!

A leg came crashing down, with the force of a mountain pressing down!

Bu Jingyun braced himself with his arms outstretched, causing the ice beneath his feet to crack inch by inch, his legs sinking directly into the broken ice.

Before he could catch his breath, the divine general had already used the force to flip over, his body spinning rapidly, his claws turning into countless afterimages, enveloping Bu Jingyun's major acupoints!

Bu Jingyun used speed to counter speed, his fingers and palms flying, responding to every move with a counter-move.

The two figures moved so fast that they were difficult to see with the naked eye. All that could be seen were countless claw shadows and palm winds sweeping across the sky, accompanied by dense collision sounds like popping beans.

In the midst of the fierce battle, the divine general suddenly revealed an opening—

Despite taking a blow from Bu Jingyun's palm, his left hand gripped Bu Jingyun's right shoulder like an iron clamp!

He suddenly spread his five fingers wide, aiming directly at Bu Jingyun's chest—no more than three inches away!

The lightning and fire at the fingertips surged wildly, revealing the true nature of the attack!

This is the real killer move!

"Fire and Thunder Qi!"

Five fingers unleashed simultaneously, five crimson finger energies bursting forth at such close range—

There's no way to avoid it, no way to stop it!

A cold glint flashed in Bu Jingyun's eyes—

At the critical moment of life and death, the essence, energy and spirit become one, and black energy bursts out from every pore of the body, and the domineering sword intent materializes and takes shape!

"The Ten Swords of Limitless Clouds!"

The three styles combined into one—the fierceness of the sword's mark, the delicacy of the sword's flowing clouds, and the explosiveness of the sword's meteor—are all fused into a single strike!

The black sword energy transformed into a colossal pillar reaching the sky, meeting the raging thunder and fire.

Within the sword energy, it seemed as if flowing clouds were surging, meteors were falling, and invisible sword marks were cutting through the void!

boom--!

Heaven and earth fell silent, and the ice field collapsed.

The two extreme forces collided and exploded instantly.

Within a radius of a hundred feet, not a blade of grass remained; the entire area had become a dead land!

"puff!"

The stalemate lasted only a moment—Bu Jingyun spat out a mouthful of blood mist, and the black sword pillar shattered inch by inch.

The crimson lightning and fire swept through him like a whirlwind, slamming into his chest!

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, leaving a long trail of blood in mid-air that stained the snow-covered sky.

"Bang!"

He crashed heavily onto the snow, slid dozens of feet, and plowed a deep furrow before finally stopping.

His robes were torn to shreds, revealing his strong, muscular upper body.

Five charred finger-like holes were visible on his chest, so deep that bone was exposed, and wisps of smoke rose from them, a horrifying sight.

The god withdrew his hand, standing proudly in the wind and snow, like a god or demon descending to earth:

"To survive five of my fingers... Bu Jingyun, you certainly have reason to be proud."

"father!!"

Bu Tian's eyes instantly turned red, and he transformed into a streak of light, instantly appearing beside Bu Jingyun.

He knelt down on one knee and grabbed his father's shoulder—his palm was covered in wet blood.

His hands were trembling.

"Father...Father, how are you?!"

Bu Jingyun braced himself against the snow and gritted his teeth as he sat up halfway.

A mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, but he forced it back down—his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his veins bulged.

"...It's okay, you won't die."

His voice was hoarse and low, yet still steady.

He even freed one hand to gently pat Bu Tian on the head—just like when they were children.

Bu Tian felt a lump in his throat and almost couldn't hold back his tears.

But he immediately gritted his teeth and forced back the sour taste.

He looked down at the wounds on his father's chest—five charred holes still oozing blood, with bone faintly visible.

His fingernails dug into his palms, turning his knuckles white and drawing blood.

He turned his head and stared intently at the proudly standing divine general in the distance—

The anger in his eyes was almost tangible.

"You dare hurt my father..."

Bu Tian slowly stood up, his body surging with energy, the internal power of the Boundless Divine Skill churning within him like a tidal wave.

He stood in front of his father, arms slightly outstretched, like a young wolf protecting its cubs.

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Hahahaha!" The god general laughed wildly, his laughter shaking the snow off the icy cliff.

"What a fine example of fatherly love and filial piety! You think you can stop me, you little brat?"

Bu Jingyun took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging blood within him.

With one hand braced against the snow, his knuckles snapped into the icy mud—struggling, little by little, he stood up.

Bu Tian quickly reached out to help—

"No need to help."

Bu Jingyun shook off his son's hand, his tone leaving no room for argument.

He raised his hand and pressed several acupoints around his chest, sealing off his blood vessels—the movements were swift and decisive, as if he had done it countless times before.

The bleeding stopped, and although the five charred finger holes were still gruesome, they no longer bled.

He forced himself to stand up straight.

The wound on his chest was still shocking, but his back was ramrod straight.

Looking at his father's figure, Bu Tian suddenly understood something.

My father has never bowed down to anyone in his entire life.

Father and son stood side by side.

One was tall and the other short, both dressed in tattered clothes and bearing their own wounds—but their eyes shone with an alarming intensity.

The fighting spirit and aura emanating from the two were intertwined and were more powerful than ever before.

As their energy connected, the snow beneath their feet began to crack and crumble, the cracks spreading outwards.

The dark clouds overhead churned endlessly, as if even the will of heaven was being stirred up by this momentum.

The god narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the father and son, the smile on his lips gradually fading.

Bu Jingyun glanced at his son—

He didn't say anything encouraging, just nodded slightly.

Bu Tian understood.

That nod meant—come on together.

"Tian'er—" Bu Jingyun called out once.

Bu Tian grinned, revealing a set of white teeth—"Go!"

The two men suddenly sprang into action, attacking from both sides!

Bu Jingyun took the left path, his palm strikes heavy and thick like dark clouds pressing down, carrying the gloomy and oppressive feeling unique to the Cloud-Dispelling Palm.

Bu Tian walked to the right, his palm strikes burning like a wildfire, the youthful vigor and seasoned palm technique surprisingly complementing each other.

The offensive tactics were a perfect blend of yin and yang, one forceful and the other gentle, their coordination far exceeding that of ordinary people.

It's a tacit understanding born of blood ties, requiring no rehearsal, it's perfectly natural.

The god snorted coldly, spread his ten fingers wide, and no longer held back.

"Ten fingers unleashed simultaneously! Fiery and thunderous energy!"

Hiss hiss hiss hiss—!

Ten crimson finger strikes poured out like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, weaving together into an impenetrable net of deathly fire that enveloped the father and son!