I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"What a load of crap, rain!"

The old fisherman cursed as he skillfully began to haul in his nets and lower his sails.

He spoke toughly, but his eyes held the most instinctive fear that mortals feel when faced with unknown celestial phenomena.

"It seems like there are gods fighting over there in the capital."

"It's always better for us ordinary folks to stay away."

Having said that, he suddenly pushed off with the boat pole.

The small boat, with its awning, changed direction with the surging river water and drifted swaying downstream, far away from the capital.

And behind them.

The ever-changing sky in the distance was once again torn apart by a deafening explosion.

At the summit of Longfeng.

That deafening explosion that tore through the sky was the aftershock of Feng and Yun's simultaneous attack, which resulted in a head-on clash with Dugu Ming.

Thick clouds and dark, demonic winds still surged in mid-air, while dark gold primordial energy coiled within them like a true dragon. The three forces tore at each other, causing the entire Dragon Peak to crumble inch by inch.

However, that wasn't the true alliance of heroes.

Feng and Yun did indeed attack together just now.

That attack was merely a show of force, using the power of the clouds to suppress the enemy and the demonic wind to break the deadlock, a forceful test of the depth of Dugu Ming's Hunyuan Divine Skill by taking advantage of the convergence of the two people's energy.

The true perfect alliance is still far from being realized.

Before the turbulence in mid-air had dissipated, Bu Jingyun had already stepped out of the thick sea of ​​clouds.

His black cloak billowed wildly behind him, and as he took a step into the air, the thick clouds spread out silently in mid-air like a silent tide.

Dugu Ming only saw one palm strike.

But once that palm strike penetrated three feet, it was no longer just a single palm strike.

The clouds rose and fell at the edge of the palm, seemingly coming straight in, but in the next instant they seemed to surge out simultaneously from the dust, the hem of clothing, the breath, and even the cracks where the gravel bounced back.

Before one palm strike had even landed, another palm strike had already taken advantage of its momentum and surged forth.

The gentle palm strike concealed a fierce power, which then suddenly vanished into nothingness, yet a colder, more sinister force quietly approached from the depths of that nothingness.

All these changes occurred in no particular order.

They were like a living sea of ​​clouds, rising and falling with Dugu Ming's breath, as if if he misjudged for even a moment, he would be dragged into it by countless cloud tides.

Just as the clouds were about to close in, Dugu Ming's dragon robe trembled, and instead of retreating, he advanced, his figure already crashing into the deepest part of the sea of ​​clouds.

His palm seemed to press down casually, but it happened to press on the critical point where the clouds were about to change.

His leg strength seemed to come out of nowhere, but it just happened to cut off the lingering momentum of Bu Jingyun's palm strike.

The primordial energy spread out with each collision.

The once ever-flowing sea of ​​clouds suddenly seemed to have been plunged into an abyss.

The balance of strength and gentleness was swallowed up, and the illusion and reality were smoothed out.

Before the cycle of Yin and Yang could fully unfold, it was forcibly crushed by a deeper, chaotic energy.

Bu Jingyun's eyes remained completely unmoved.

Using the recoil from the collapse of his palm strike, he slid backward, his cloak billowing out as if he were merging into the clouds.

The next moment, the clouds above the mountaintop pressed down even lower.

The heavy cloud tide ceased its aggressive attack and instead began to shrink around Dugu Ming.

The pebbles, barely shaken up, were crushed into powder by the clouds.

Before the broken stone pillar could fall, it exploded into a cloud of white ash between the two men.

Every time Dugu Ming broke through a cloud, the cloud would use the force of the break to close up again.

Each time they closed, it was heavier and more unpredictable than the last.

It was as if the entire summit of Dragon Peak had been dragged into an endless storm of dark clouds by Bu Jingyun's palm strike.

The smile on Dugu Ming's face grew colder and colder.

He no longer tried to see through the illusion of the clouds.

Because in the face of Hunyuan, illusion and reality have no meaning.

His body suddenly sank in mid-air, and the surrounding floating pebbles were shattered into dust by the primordial energy. He then passed through the churning clouds and unleashed a series of powerful palm and leg strikes at extremely close range.

Those movements have no fixed trajectory.

One moment it's like a palm, the next it's transformed into a leg using the waist;

This attack seemed to shatter the cloud wall, but its true killing power traveled along the shockwave and directly targeted Bu Jingyun himself.

The faster Bu Jingyun's clouds changed, the more Dugu Ming resembled an unreasonable chaos.

No matter how many transformations or mysteries you undergo, once you fall into his aura, you will be forcibly returned to your most turbid origin.

boom!

The two figures brushed past each other.

Bu Jingyun's cloak shattered into flying fluff as he retreated more than ten feet, but before he could finish his retreat, another palm struck down.

This palm strike was subtle and silent.

Before the palm shadow even got close, Dugu Ming's dragon robe had already billowed slightly.

The hidden force seeped into the gaps in his robes like an undercurrent, seemingly planting a seed of explosion within him.

But as soon as they touched the primordial energy, they were like fine snow falling into boiling molten iron, leaving not even the slightest trace.

The next instant, Bu Jingyun's palm strike suddenly deepened, and the true killing power finally pressed down with the surging clouds.

But those hidden forces that should have triggered murderous intent had already been completely swallowed up by the Hunyuan.

Dugu Ming charged straight at the palm strike.

The moment their palms collided, a muffled thud came from Bu Jingyun's wrist.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful kick swept across the exploding clouds, sending him flying backward.

Even as he was in mid-air, Bu Jingyun's palms continued to strike.

The rolling sea of ​​clouds suddenly became violent.

Thunder roared from the depths of the clouds, and countless bolts of lightning struck the mountaintop.

That wasn't just a simple lightning bolt.

Within each bolt of lightning lies the dense, sustained power of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm.

Thunder roared in front, followed by towering clouds.

Just as the lightning was dodged, the cloud palm was already pressing down on Dugu Ming along with the aftershocks of the explosion.

Dugu Ming strode through the sea of ​​lightning.

He let the lightning tear his dragon robe apart, and let the rubble explode into powder at his feet.

Every time he made a move, it seemed completely unpredictable, yet he always managed to extinguish the life force within it before it exploded.

The lightning was still flashing, but Lei Yi was already dead.

The countless bolts of lightning eventually turned into ashen fragments of light, which fell around him.

Bu Jingyun steadied himself in mid-air and changed the shape of his palms again.

Before the thunder subsided, the wind and fire had already begun.

The crimson fiery clouds were pushed into the air by the gale, like a world-burning tidal wave that was about to swallow up Dragon Peak.

Bu Jingyun moved through the crowd, his cloak appearing and disappearing intermittently. Each time he appeared, Feng Huo would attack from a different angle.

But Dugu Ming only stepped into the fiery cloud.

The primordial energy spread out with a roar, crushing the form of the gale and extinguishing the nature of the raging fire.

The cycle of wind and fire generating each other had just taken shape when he forcefully broke it with his foot.

The fiery clouds around him collapsed, and the raging wind was swallowed into the chaos interwoven with dark gold and black light.

Bu Jingyun's eyes grew colder, and he no longer attacked with his palms.

Between their fingers, a deep black sword mark was silently etched into the void.

The sword mark was heavy and cold, as if it had left an unhealable wound between heaven and earth.

Dugu Ming's pursuit unexpectedly stalled.

The next instant, the sword energy softened and extended, like clouds and water swirling back, entangling Dugu Ming's rhythm.

Above that continuous sword energy, another dazzling sword light fell from the depths of the rolling sea of ​​clouds, as fast as a meteor streaking across the sky.

The guards who were still fleeing in the distance only glanced up and felt a sharp pain in their hearts, almost kneeling down on the spot.

Dugu Ming, however, laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

Before his laughter subsided, he had already forcefully broken free from the entanglement of sword energy.

The primordial energy permeated his limbs and bones, leaving behind all the old techniques of palm and leg strikes, leaving only the most direct power, the purest oppression, and the most ruthless crushing.

The sword light collided with his palm and exploded with a bang; the flowing sword energy was severed by the force of his leg.

The sword mark in the void also quickly lost its sharpness under the erosion of the primordial energy.

Bu Jingyun did not retract his fingers.

The shattered sword intent instead collapsed inward, seemingly about to coalesce into an even more terrifying strike in an instant.

But Dugu Ming didn't give Bu Jingyun a chance to close his sword stance.

Before the shattered sword light had even dissipated, Dugu Ming had already pressed close, pressing down on the sword's momentum, which was not yet fully formed. Then, using the momentum of his forward charge, he twisted his waist and spun around, kicking Bu Jingyun's hastily raised arm with his leg.

boom!!!

The cloud swords around Bu Jingyun shattered inch by inch, and he was sent flying backward, his back smashing through half of a dilapidated palace.

Stones shot into the sky, and dust exploded.

A trickle of blood finally flowed slowly from the corner of his mouth.

Dugu Ming stood on a huge boulder that had been blown away in mid-air, his dragon robe fluttering, looking down at Bu Jingyun in the ruins.

"Bu Jingyun".

A mocking smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"Is this all the martial arts you've mastered now?"

"So this is what they call a legend in the martial arts world?"

The moment those words were spoken, the black wind in the distance suddenly subsided.

Nie Feng only made his move at this moment.

His hesitation was not out of fear, nor was it out of indifference.

The two of them, Feng and Yun, attacked at the same time just to test the depth of Dugu Ming's Hunyuan Divine Skill.

Then, Bu Jingyun launched the first attack, wanting to personally assess just how strong Dugu Ming had become.

Nie Feng did not stop him.

Because he also wanted to see with his own eyes just how far his senior brother Yun, who had stood shoulder to shoulder with him for many years, had progressed in martial arts.

But now, the answer is right in front of us.

Bu Jingyun alone is no match for Dugu Ming.

The wind suddenly changed.

It's not that the mountain wind has stopped.

Instead, all sounds, dust, gravel, and blood mist seemed to be stripped from their original paths by some invisible force of wind.

Above Dugu Ming's head, a patch of space silently went black.

It's not a dark cloud, not a shadow.

Instead, it was a mass of dark, swirling demonic energy without a fixed shape.

Before Dugu Ming's mocking voice had completely dissipated, Nie Feng had already arrived with the wind.

The wind arrives first, and so does the demonic intent.

By the time Dugu Ming sensed the killing intent, Nie Feng's figure had already faded away inch by inch in mid-air. His skin, bones, and clothes all disappeared like a drop of ink falling into clear water.

Dugu Ming raised his palm and slapped.

The primordial energy surged upwards, attempting to return this demonic energy to chaos as well.

However, the demonic energy was not separated into Yin and Yang, nor did it reveal the Five Elements, nor did it leave any fixed patterns that could be dismantled by the Hunyuan Divine Art.

The primordial power swept across the demonic energy, like a formless wind.

Dugu Ming's eyes finally focused.

The pitch-black demonic energy began to swirl inward, forcibly pulling the raging winds that had been sweeping across Dragon Peak into it.

The Wind God Leg technique, which should have had a traceable path, completely lost its form under the influence of demonic arts.

Every gust of wind is Nie Feng.

Every gust of wind carries a deadly threat.

A black tornado pierced the sky.

Deep within the eye of the storm, countless blades of light were born out of thin air.

Thousands upon thousands of jet-black blade energies disappeared into the roaring whirlwind, merging with the rapidly strangling leg force, and fiercely pressed down towards Dugu Ming.

The wind is the knife, the knife is the leg, and the leg is the demon.

It has neither form nor shape.