I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Bu Jingyun fought two opponents alone, and he became stronger and stronger as the battle progressed.

His fleshy palms seemed to contain boundless power; each strike was accompanied by billowing clouds of energy, unpredictable and impossible to defend against.

In contrast, Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun, although also experts, gradually appeared to be struggling against Bu Jingyun's reckless fighting style.

"Damn it! How can this guy be so strong?!" Dugu Ming gritted his teeth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His prized Dragon Subduing Divine Leg technique was completely outmatched by Bu Jingyun's Cloud Dispelling Palm.

Shi Wuzun also had a solemn expression. He wielded his staff with incredible speed and precision, but could only barely withstand Bu Jingyun's attacks.

Just as the two were gradually losing ground—

In the distance, on a street corner, an old man slowly walked towards a stall selling wooden toys.

The old man had an ordinary appearance; he looked like a typical old man from the neighborhood.

He walked up to the stall, picked up a wooden sword meant for children to play with, and weighed it in his hand.

"How much is this sword?" the old man asked in a hoarse voice.

The stall owner, an honest middle-aged man, quickly smiled apologetically upon seeing this, saying, "Old man, this wooden sword isn't worth much. If you like it, just give me three coins."

"Three coins?" A glint of light flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes, and a strange smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Three coins... that's enough to kill Bu Jingyun!"

Before he finished speaking, he flashed forward, wielding a wooden sword, and dashed towards the battlefield like a gray lightning bolt!

The stall owner stood there, stunned: "Hey! Sir, you haven't paid yet!"

However, the old man had long since passed away.

"Ming'er, get out of the way!"

Dugu Ming was startled and instinctively dodged to the side.

The next moment, a figure instantly appeared in his original spot.

Without any fancy movements, the old man thrust out his wooden sword smoothly.

Kenpachi!

This sword strike, seemingly ordinary, contained two completely different sword energies, one yin and one yang, intertwined and blocked all of Bu Jingyun's escape routes!

Bu Jingyun's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He sensed an unprecedented crisis!

"Drink!" Bu Jingyun roared, his internal energy surging wildly, and he clasped his hands together, forcefully trapping the wooden sword that was thrusting towards him!

boom!

A powerful aura emanates from it!

Bu Jingyun's feet dug two deep furrows in the ground, and he retreated a full three zhang before he could barely regain his footing.

But he blocked it!

"Hmm?" A hint of surprise flashed in the Sword Saint's eyes.

Although he was only holding a wooden sword that cost three coins and was using only half his strength, this move, "Kenpachi," was not something that just any Tom, Dick, or Harry could withstand.

"Interesting." The Sword Saint sneered, swinging his wooden sword once more.

"Since you were able to catch Kenpachi, let's try this move—"

"Sword Twenty-One!"

boom!

With a single thrust of the sword, the world changed color!

The sword energy poured down like a storm, each sword energy was sharp and incomparable, as if it would tear this world to pieces!

Beneath this terrifying net of swords, Bu Jingyun felt like a small boat in a raging storm, about to be swallowed up at any moment.

There's no way to retreat!

There's no way to avoid it!

"Calamity Clouds Descend!" A resolute glint flashed in Bu Jingyun's eyes as he unleashed one of the most powerful techniques of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm!

The rolling clouds instantly turned pitch black, carrying endless tragedy and grandeur as they faced the rain of swords!

Rumble—!

Two terrifying forces collided violently in mid-air.

Click!

The cloud energy in Bu Jingyun's hand instantly dissipated, and he was struck as if by lightning, spitting out blood as he flew backward and crashed heavily into the wall in the distance.

The wall collapsed with a roar, burying him in the ruins.

"Cough cough..."

Bu Jingyun struggled to crawl out of the ruins, covered in blood and barely breathing.

He lost.

A complete defeat.

The Sword Saint, holding a wooden sword, walked step by step to Bu Jingyun, looking down at him from his superior position.

He slowly raised the wooden sword in his hand, pointing it directly at Bu Jingyun's throat.

Once this sword strikes, the "Uncrying Death God" will be gone from the martial world.

Bu Jingyun stared intently at the Sword Saint, his eyes filled with nothing but endless resentment, devoid of any fear.

Just as the Sword Saint was about to deliver the fatal blow—

Tick.

A drop of icy liquid suddenly dripped from the eaves, landing precisely on the corner of Bu Jingyun's eye, and then sliding down his cheek.

It looks like a glistening teardrop.

The wooden sword in the sword saint's hand suddenly stopped.

He looked at the "tear" on Bu Jingyun's face, a hint of disgust and disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Tears?" The Sword Saint scoffed, sheathing his wooden sword. "My sword never kills cowardly whiners!"

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Bu Jingyun before turning and leaving.

"Ming'er, Protector Shi, let's go."

Although Dugu Ming and Shi Wuzun were somewhat puzzled, seeing that the Sword Saint had stopped, they dared not ask any more questions and quickly followed.

Above the restaurant.

Duan Lang watched this scene with a playful smile on his lips.

"That old guy, he really has a strange temper." He stood up, dusted himself off, and said, "Let's go, Jiang Chen, the show's over."

Jiang Chen also stood up, glanced at the heavily injured and dying Bu Jingyun below, and thought to himself: He really is the chosen one of heaven, it's hard for him to die even if he wants to.

The two walked out of the restaurant and soon caught up with the Sword Saint and his group.

Although Duan Lang wished Bu Jingyun would die immediately, he was also a proud man.

Duan Lang wouldn't stoop to doing something as cruel as kicking a dog when it's down.

Moreover, Bu Jingyun is already severely injured; even if he doesn't die, he'll be badly wounded.

Shuicheju is nestled against the mountains and beside the water, boasting beautiful scenery. A huge waterwheel slowly turns in the river, making a "creaking" sound, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Nie Feng was sitting on a stone bench in front of the house, holding a book in his hand, and reading it carefully.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly, put down the book in his hand, and looked at the path in the distance.

A strong killing intent, like dark clouds, pressed down, shattering the tranquility of the place.

Soon, the group of people came into his sight.

Leading the group was none other than the Sword Saint.

Behind him followed Dugu Ming, Shi Wuzun, and... Duan Lang and Jiang Chen.

Nie Feng's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on Duan Lang.

"Lang?" Nie Feng stood up, a complex look flashing in his eyes. "Are you here to kill me?"

Holding the Fire Kirin Sword, Duan Lang leaned against a large tree, pointed at the Sword Saint and the others beside him, and said with a mocking expression, "They're the ones who want to kill you. I'm just here to watch the show."

Upon hearing this, Nie Feng felt a slight sense of relief, but then immediately became wary again.

Jiang Chen, watching this scene from the side, muttered to himself:

"According to the original plot, although Duan Lang speaks ruthlessly, he will eventually deliberately knock Nie Feng into the river and let him drift downstream, thus saving his life. I just wonder if, now that I've intervened, the plot will deviate from its intended course..."

At that moment, Dugu Ming could no longer suppress the killing intent in his heart.

"Nie Feng! Prepare to die!" With a roar, Dugu Ming moved like lightning and rushed out first.

Dragon-Subduing Divine Leg!

He unleashed a flurry of kicks, his legs flashing with incredible power, aimed straight at Nie Feng's face!

At the same time, Shi Wuzun also brandished his staff and attacked from the side.

Nie Feng dodged Dugu Ming's attack with a flash of movement, a look of realization crossing his eyes. "The mysterious person who used the Dragon Subduing Divine Leg when we were fighting over the Fire Monkey, that was you!"

"Hmph! Now you know, but it's too late!" Dugu Ming sneered, his attacks becoming even fiercer.

Boom boom boom!

The three of them instantly engaged in a fierce battle.

A violent burst of energy erupted, instantly shattering the peaceful and tranquil waterwheel residence.

The massive waterwheel was struck by the palm strike and collapsed with a deafening roar, sending splinters flying everywhere.

The stone table and benches in front of the house were kicked to pieces.

Just as the fight was raging on here—

On a path several hundred feet away, a woman dressed in a light pink dress was hurrying towards them, carrying an exquisite food box.

It was Kong Ci.

Although she was nominally Qin Shuang's wife, deep down, the person she truly loved was always the gentle and refined Young Master Feng.

Today, she specially made Nie Feng's favorite snacks and secretly came to see him.

However, before she could get close, she saw the tragic state of the waterwheel dwelling from afar.

A huge waterwheel collapsed in the river, houses were in ruins, and the sounds of fierce fighting and roaring could be heard continuously.

"Wind!" Kong Ci's face turned deathly pale instantly, and the food box in her hand almost fell to the ground.

Without a second thought, she lifted her skirt and ran towards the waterwheel house, her eyes filled with anxiety and worry.