I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Big brother..."

Huai Kong choked up, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Just then, a slender figure slowly walked up behind him.

It is Luo Xian.

She looked at Huai Mie's appearance, her expression extremely complicated. After a long while, she finally spoke in a low voice:

"it's useless."

Huai Kong suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "What did you say?!"

Luo Xian pursed her lips and whispered:

"He was poisoned by the Heavenly Gate Poison, and his mind has long been corrupted. He has now almost become a beastman who only knows how to kill."

"Under the whole heaven..."

She paused slightly, as if considering her words.

"Perhaps only Indra knows the solution."

Huai Kong's eyes lit up immediately.

"Indra knows?!"

He suddenly stood up, actually intending to chase after the direction where Di Shitian had disappeared.

"stop!"

Luo Xian suddenly shouted out.

Huai Kong's steps froze.

Luo Xian stared intently at him, her voice urgent and cold:

"Are you crazy?"

"Indra has suffered a crushing defeat and fled, his attempt to slay the dragon has failed, and he is now consumed by rage."

"Going to him now isn't about saving your brother; it's about handing yourself over to your death!"

Huai Kong clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, and his chest heaved violently.

"What can I do?"

"Am I supposed to just stand by and watch my brother turn into this inhuman, ghostly mess?!"

Luo Xian remained silent for a moment, her eyes flickering slightly.

Of course she knew that there was no cure for this.

But she couldn't be too direct.

We can only put it another way.

"The martial world is vast, and extraordinary people emerge in great numbers," she said slowly.

"There is another extraordinary person in the world who possesses divine medical skills; perhaps... he can cure this poison."

The light that was about to go out in Huai Kong's eyes suddenly shone again.

"Where?!"

"I'll take you to find it."

At this moment, Wu Er, who had been silent all along, also dragged his injured body over.

His chest wound was still bleeding, and his steps were unsteady, but his expression remained firm.

"I'll go too."

Huai Kong was startled and turned to look at him.

Wu Er deliberately turned his face away and snorted coldly:

Don't misunderstand.

"My only thought in this life is to defeat you with my own hands."

"Before that, if you die, or if something happens to your older brother, who am I supposed to hold accountable?"

He remained as stubborn as ever.

But that awkward and twisted affection is more genuine than any grand words.

Huai Kong looked at him, her nose tingling, and finally nodded heavily.

Thus, Huai Kong, Luo Xian, Wu Er, and Huai Mie, who had lost his mind, hurriedly left.

On the other side, Bu Tian had already arrived in front of Feng Yun and the other two.

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun landed one after the other, and both sat cross-legged, closed their eyes and regulated their breathing, their faces as pale as paper.

Sensing Bu Tian's presence, Nie Feng slightly opened his eyes and forced a smile:

"Tian'er, you don't need to worry about me."

"I practiced the Demon Heart Technique and after a moment of meditation, I was able to suppress my injuries."

Bu Tian nodded without saying anything more, then turned around and sat down behind Bu Jingyun.

He placed his palms on his father's back and immediately activated his boundless divine power.

The immense true energy, like the Yangtze River, flowed continuously into Bu Jingyun's body.

Bu Jingyun let out a muffled groan, and his originally pale, almost bloodless face gradually regained its color.

The churning blood and qi within the body gradually calmed down under the suppression and nourishment of this powerful true qi.

The father and son didn't utter a single unnecessary word from beginning to end.

Yet the unspoken understanding born of blood ties is already fully understood.

Further away, Wuming slowly walked towards Jianchen.

Jian Chen stood there with his head down, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Upon hearing his master's footsteps, he didn't look up. Instead, like a child who had done something wrong, he subconsciously shrank back.

Wuming walked up to him and stopped.

There was no anger or hatred in his eyes.

Yes, but it's a gentleness that's even harder to bear.

"Chen'er".

Jian Chen shuddered violently and lowered his head even further.

Wuming looked at his disciple and sighed softly.

"No one is perfect; everyone makes mistakes."

"The past is gone."

"From now on, do not aid and abet evil, or go astray."

Jian Chen remained silent.

But the hand gripping the hero's sword tightened more and more, and the knuckles turned frighteningly white.

The cold touch of the sword hilt in his hand instantly pulled his thoughts back to many years ago.

That day, inside the sword gallery of Zhonghua Pavilion, when his master personally handed him this hero's sword, he said:

"From now on, you will be the one to protect all living beings with this sword."

But did he manage to hold on?

No.

He betrayed his master, betrayed the sword, and betrayed himself.

After a long while, Jian Chen suddenly raised his head, tears welling up in his eyes.

But he said nothing in the end. He simply kowtowed heavily to the nameless man, then resolutely got up, turned around, and strode away.

His retreating figure was resolute yet desolate.

Wuming stood there, watching the figure gradually disappear into the distance, and let out a long sigh.

"Chen'er..."

"I hope that one day you will be able to find the hero's sword in your heart."

A moment later, Feng and Yun exhaled a breath of turbid air, and their internal energy returned to normal.

Although the injury has not fully healed, it is already seven or eight tenths healed.

Upon seeing this, the aquatic people swarmed forward like bees, kneeling down and kowtowing repeatedly, expressing their gratitude.

The Water God Ancestor and the Water God King walked at the forefront.

The Water God's empty left sleeve fluttered gently in the sea breeze, yet there was no trace of sorrow on his face; instead, he smiled radiantly.

He bowed deeply to Feng and Yun, his tone as solemn as could be:

"If it weren't for the intervention of these two benefactors, my aquatic tribe would have been annihilated today."

"We have no way to repay you..."

At this point, he suddenly waved his hand behind him.

Several aquatic girls walked out slowly, their heads bowed and faces flushed.

Each of them was beautiful and slender, and in this battlefield full of ruins and bloodshed, they unexpectedly possessed a captivating charm.

"These are some of the most outstanding girls in my aquatic tribe."

"If you two benefactors do not mind, I am willing to offer them up to serve you, as a token of my gratitude."

Upon hearing this, Nie Feng chuckled and shook his head, politely declining:

"You flatter me, Ancestor. When you see injustice on the road, you should intervene; there's no need for such measures."

Bu Jingyun didn't even glance at the girls, but simply raised his chin expressionlessly and gestured to Bu Tian beside him.

"No need."

"My son is so big now."

Upon hearing this, the aquatic people, who had been kneeling in neat rows, were all stunned for a moment.

Immediately, all eyes fell on Bu Tian.

The Water God King's eyes lit up the moment he saw Bu Tian's appearance.

This young man was full of heroic spirit and had an imposing presence. He was able to withstand the aftershocks just now, which made him a true dragon among men.

Without saying a word, he shoved the most outstanding girl behind him in front of Bu Tian, ​​grinning widely:

"Young hero, you must be unmarried!"

"This is the most beautiful woman in my aquatic tribe. She is gentle, virtuous, and the best at taking care of people."

"If young hero doesn't mind, why not bring her along? It would be nice to have her by your side for company!"

The girl's face flushed red, her eyes lowered in shyness, yet she couldn't help but steal a glance at Bu Tian.

When Bu Tian was pushed like that, a rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

"I appreciate your kind offer, senior."

He spoke politely, but his heart was completely unmoved.

For some reason, at this moment, the only image that appeared in his mind was that of a figure who was always dressed in white, with a cool and aloof demeanor.

Jiang Qingge.

Ever since their first meeting at the Outer Heavens, that figure had taken root in his heart, impossible to shake off.

Even the so-called stunning beauty before them paled in comparison to that white-clad figure.

Above the vast expanse of misty waves, the wind cuts through the waves.

The aquatic tribe mobilized all its resources to prepare the most sturdy ship, which carried Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, Wuming, and Bu Tian, ​​and slowly sailed away from the island in the middle of the lake.

The water surged on both sides of the ship's side.

Countless elite aquatic creatures lay hidden in the sea, silently escorting the ship until it sailed into the vast depths of the ocean, at which point they reluctantly dispersed.

The sea breeze blows, gradually dispersing the last traces of bloodshed and gunpowder on the island.

The four men stood at the bow of the boat, gazing at the island in the middle of the lake that was gradually disappearing into the distance, each filled with emotion.

This trip was dangerous, but it was not entirely fruitless.

Emperor Shitian's plan to slay the dragon was shattered. Feng and Yun proved their years of hard work, and Bu Tian also saw what true peerless competition was in this battle.

But just as the ship reached the horizon, the sea fog suddenly thickened.

In the far distance, out of sight of everyone, a figure sat cross-legged on the back of a giant sea turtle, gazing into the distance through layers of mist and waves.

He was an elderly man with white hair and beard and a ruddy complexion.

A chessboard with nineteen lines hangs in front of him. He moves left and right, his black and white pieces rising and falling between his fingers, looking as relaxed as if he were just watching an ordinary ebb and flow of the tide.

This person is none other than Xiao Sanxiao.

He did not show up.

Just through the sea mist, watching the large ship sail away, he leisurely stroked his beard, a smug look of "I knew it" flashing in his eyes.

"hehe……"

"Everything is exactly as I expected."

Based on his supposedly flawless deduction, Feng Yun must have come to fight a fierce battle with Di Shitian, but ultimately he was defeated.

The reason why the aquatic tribe went to great lengths to escort them must have been out of gratitude, wanting to help these "defeated generals" escape.

As for the Dragon Essence, the Divine Dragon, and the Auspicious Omen, in his eyes they were nothing more than pieces in his grand game of chess.

He was very satisfied with what he saw.

He was even somewhat smug with satisfaction.

But they had no idea—

His own game had long been turned upside down by a variable named Jiang Chen.

Divine Dragon?

It's long gone.

Dragon Essence?

It had long since been completely refined and purified.

As for his assertion of a "major defeat for Fengyun," he was wrong from beginning to end.

It's laughable that he has lived for four thousand years in vain, yet he still thinks he is sitting firmly outside the chessboard, looking down on all living beings.

"Go, go..."

Xiao Sanxiao chuckled softly, flicked his fingers, and placed a black piece down.

"This game has only just begun."

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant tortoise beneath him let out a low growl, parted the waves, and carried the extremely arrogant old chess player slowly into the deep sea.

At the bow of the ship, Bu Tian suddenly frowned.

As if sensing something, he suddenly turned around and looked into the depths of the sea fog.

Bu Jingyun turned his head and asked calmly:

"What's wrong?"

Bu Tian stared at the sea for a long time.

In the end, he slowly shook his head.

"It's nothing."

"Perhaps... I'm seeing things."

The sea breeze remains the same.

The large ship cut through the waves and carried the group of people, gradually sailing towards a deeper and farther journey ahead.