I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Dugu Ming activated Hunyuan once again.

Hunyuan could transform Bu Jingyun's Cloud Palm Thunderfire and disrupt the changes of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, but it could not grasp the true body from this formless demonic wind.

Just as one wisp of sword energy was swallowed up, another leg strike swept out from the wind.

The black wind that was right in front of him one moment was now brushing past the dragon robe the next.

laugh!

A thin, long gash was slashed open on Dugu Ming's shoulder.

This is not an injury.

However, since the start of the war, someone has finally bypassed the Hunyuan Divine Skill and left clear marks on him.

Dugu Ming glanced down at the crack, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a more intense fighting spirit.

"interesting."

In the black eye of the storm, Nie Feng's voice rang out simultaneously from all directions.

"Dugu Ming, your Hunyuan can transform Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, but it cannot transform the Formless Demon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black tornado suddenly contracted.

A barrage of demonic blades and countless leg shadows simultaneously slashed inwards.

The thousand-foot void around Dugu Ming instantly transformed into a boundless black wind prison.

The primordial energy was still spreading, but it could only continuously erase the sword energy and leg strength that approached it. It could not completely dismantle Nie Feng's martial arts from the root, just as it had done with Bu Jingyun.

Dugu Ming did not retreat.

He crashed into the black hell.

The primordial energy pressed into his palms and also into his leg strength.

The palm strike tore open the eye of the storm, and the leg force shattered the demonic blade.

But even when the wind is torn apart, it remains wind; and when the blade's energy shatters, it transforms back into demonic energy.

Nie Feng's figure shattered, reformed, and shattered again in the wind.

He did not directly compete with Dugu Ming in terms of foundation.

He used the speed of the Wind God Leg to move around and the formless nature of the demonic art to avoid the Hunyuan lock.

One moment it was in front of Dugu Ming, the next it had transformed into a black gust of wind and swept up to his head.

It was clearly a sweeping kick, but as it landed, it transformed into thousands of demonic blades that shot out from the wind.

Dugu Ming cannot change him.

However, Dugu Ming's domineering Hunyuan Palm and Leg techniques could disrupt Mo Wuxiang's flow of energy time and time again.

Black demonic winds and Hunyuan palm and leg techniques clashed wildly in mid-air.

On one side is the intangible and deadly Wind Leg technique, which is omnipresent and deadly.

On one side is the Hunyuan Palm and Leg technique, which is invincible and can kill at will.

In just a few dozen breaths, the two had exchanged blows thousands of times atop the shattered Dragon Peak.

The remaining palace was swept away by the aftershocks and collapsed into a vast expanse of ruins.

And deep within the ruins.

Bu Jingyun slowly stood up.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze coldly fixed on the black wind and chaotic energy entangled in mid-air.

He has seen it clearly.

No matter how many variations one's Cloud Palm has, as long as it still relies on Yin and Yang, emptiness and fullness, hardness and softness, birth and death to flow, it will eventually be defeated by the Primordial Chaos Divine Skill and returned to its origin.

But Nie Feng is different.

Nie Feng's demonic arts merged with the Wind God Leg technique, becoming as free-flowing as the wind, its demonic form unpredictable.

Dugu Ming could not eliminate the root cause.

This is the opportunity to break the deadlock.

Bu Jingyun slowly raised his right hand.

This time, he didn't rush to strike.

He simply pressed all the turbulent energy within his body into the deepest part of his palm, letting the energy gradually subside, condense, and recede into nothingness.

He is waiting.

Wait until Nie Feng's demonic arts force Dugu Ming to reveal his true weakness before making a move.

One palm strike decides life and death.

Within the black prison of wind, Nie Feng's offensive continued to accelerate.

The demonic wind swirled wildly around Dugu Ming, with sword energy hidden within it and leg strength concealed behind it. Each passing wind seemed to tear apart his primordial energy from a completely different direction.

One moment Dugu Ming was chasing the Formless Black Wind, the next he suddenly stopped at the deepest part of the Wind Prison.

He wasn't forced to stop by Nie Feng.

Instead, it deliberately stopped where the killing intent was strongest, letting the overwhelming demonic winds rush towards it.

This halt was far more terrifying than any previous pursuit.

A barrage of demonic blades and whirlwind kicks slashed in from all directions, the dense black energy almost engulfing Dugu Ming entirely.

Dugu Ming let the blade energy graz his dragon robe, and let the fine demonic wind tear open ripples around him.

He stopped chasing after Nie Feng.

They also stopped trying to find Nie Feng's true form from the formless demonic energy.

He simply raised his hand and slowly clenched his five fingers inward.

In an instant, the primordial energy surrounding him suddenly sank down.

The once raging black wind prison seemed to be suppressed by an invisible giant mountain in the sky.

The wind suddenly became muffled, and the speed of the countless demonic blades also slowed down.

Nie Feng's Demon Formless may not have a fixed form, but it ultimately relies on the flow of the wind and the speed to change its killing intent.

But at this moment, Dugu Ming actually spread the Primordial Chaos Qi throughout the entire Wind Prison.

Every wisp of wind that wants to move must first crash into the heavy and turbid primordial energy.

Nie Feng's figure remained formless.

But for the first time, his wind slowed down by half a breath.

It's this half-breath.

A cold glint flashed in Dugu Ming's eyes.

"Can't find you?"

A sinister smile crept across his lips.

"Then I will make the entire wind stop!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already pressed his palm into the deepest part of the black wind above his head.

boom--!!

This palm strike missed Nie Feng.

Yet it struck the very center where all the swirling, converging demonic winds.

The black eye of the storm was suddenly crushed by the force of the Hunyuan Palm, and the originally formless and shapeless demonic energy was forced to be squeezed inward, which briefly condensed into a blurry human-shaped outline in mid-air.

The outline appeared for only a moment.

Before its features could even become clear, it was already scattered back into the wind.

But this was exactly the moment that Dugu Ming had been waiting for.

He used the force of his palm strike to counteract the impact, his body flipping violently in mid-air, his dragon robe billowing open, and his leg plunging upwards into the chest of the still-undispersed shadow.

boom! ! !

The black magic wind exploded on the spot.

Nie Feng's figure flew backward from the wind, his clothes were torn open with a hideous rip by the Hunyuan Leg Force, and he crashed into the rolling sea of ​​clouds like a kite with a broken string.

A mouthful of blood finally spurted from his lips.

The blood had barely left the body when it was swirled into a crimson mist by the surrounding gale.

"wind!"

Bu Jingyun's eyes turned cold, and the cloud energy that had been dormant and condensed in his palm erupted completely in that instant.

As Nie Feng was flying backward, he suddenly pressed his palm against his chest.

Black demonic energy surged wildly from his wound, forcibly expelling the residual Hunyuan energy from his body little by little.

His face was much paler than before, but his eyes remained clear.

Dugu Ming hovered in mid-air, slowly retracting his right leg.

The dragon robe still had a tear on the shoulder from the demonic blade, and there were several fine knife marks on the chest.

But the smile on his face was more joyful than ever before.

"Nie Feng".

Dugu Ming looked down at Feng and Yun, his voice echoing across the shattered Dragon Peak.

"Is this all you've got?"

His smile grew increasingly sinister, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

"I only used a little force."

"You've lost too!"

These words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

far away.

Despite his severe injuries, Wuming looked at the wounded Feng and Yun, his gaze finally darkening completely.

He knew he had underestimated Dugu Ming.

No, it's not an underestimation.

Rather, from the very beginning, he never truly saw just how terrifying the former young master of Wushuang City had become.

Bu Jingyun is injured.

Nie Feng was also injured.

If they continue to fight each other like this, Feng and Yun will be no match for Dugu Ming.

Now, the only hope lies in a true alliance between the two sides.

Those martial arts practitioners who had been watching the battle from the broken peaks, pavilions, and the ends of mountain paths were all deathly pale, and they had almost forgotten to breathe.

They thought that even if Wuming was defeated, there was still Fengyun.

It was thought that the alliance of these two new generation martial arts legends would at least be able to suppress Dugu Ming's arrogance.

But what happened before their eyes completely shattered the last bit of hope in their hearts.

Three figures revered as legends of the martial arts world were all unable to suppress Dugu Ming!

"How could this happen..."

An elderly man with white hair trembled, his voice dry as if it had been ground by sand and gravel.

"Is the legend of martial arts truly doomed to fall today?"

No one answered.

Because everyone thought of an even more terrifying problem at the same moment.

If Wuming loses.

If Fengyun also loses.

Then, in the entire martial arts world of China, only one last mountain remained that could still weigh down on Dugu Ming.

Heaven and earth.

That's no longer just a sect.

That is the last source of confidence for the entire martial arts world of China today.

If even Fengyun and Wuming can't stop Dugu Ming, then the only thing left to do is see if Duanlang and Jiang Chen can suppress this new dynasty's leader.

But before everyone could recover from their shock,

High in the sky, Dugu Ming slowly raised his head.

He didn't look at those insignificant figures in the martial arts world in the distance.

His gaze was fixed only on Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun.

His eyes were intense and arrogant, yet also held an almost morbid expectation.

"Nie Feng".

"Bu Jingyun".

Dugu Ming opened his arms wide; his dragon robe was already tattered and torn.

But there was no trace of dishevelment on his face; instead, the madness in his eyes was even more intense than before.

His tattered dragon robe billowed in the howling wind, and he stood in the center of the shattered world, his aura even more terrifying than before.

"Show us your true synergy!"

His voice grew louder and louder, until it almost turned into rolling thunder, shaking the broken Dragon Peak incessantly.

"Back then, Indra accepted your combined power of wind and clouds."

"Today, I will not only accept it."

"I will personally shatter the myth of the combined might of wind and clouds!"

These words immediately caused an uproar among the martial arts practitioners watching from afar.

"Is he insane?!"

"That's a perfect combination!"

"Rumor has it that even Emperor Shitian was forced to flee by Feng and Yun back then, yet Dugu Ming actually let them unleash their power?!"

A middle-aged swordsman's throat bobbed, and his hand holding the knife trembled.

"No, he's not crazy..."

"He truly wants to trample all three mythologies under his feet!"

midair.

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun exchanged a glance.

That one glance was enough to utter not a single unnecessary word.

Decades of sharing life and death experiences have long since made them understand each other's feelings.

Bu Jingyun slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes as cold as ancient iron.

Nie Feng slowly lowered his hand from his chest, and the surging demonic energy at the wound gradually subsided, but the black wind around him was even more sinister than before.

next moment.

The two figures disappeared from the spot at the same time.

When they reappeared, they were standing side by side opposite Dugu Ming.

One black, one cloud.

One light, one heavy.

One demon, one tyrant.

Nie Feng raised his eyes, his voice soft yet clearly carrying across the shattered sky.

"Since you want to see it."

Bu Jingyun picked up the second half of the sentence, his tone as cold as a knife.

"Then I'll show you."

As soon as the words were spoken, the two figures separated at the same time.