I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Just as everyone was drinking and making merry, enjoying themselves immensely.

Boom!

A dull footstep suddenly came from outside.

Immediately afterwards, a bone-chilling cold swept through the entire hall!

The previously noisy scene instantly fell silent.

Everyone instinctively turned to look.

A cool-looking man with a red cloak and curly hair was seen walking up the stairs.

His face was expressionless, his eyes were like knives, and he exuded a terrifying aura that kept strangers at bay!

"Bu... Bu Jingyun?!" Someone recognized the person and was immediately terrified, fleeing the scene in a panic.

"What? Bu Jingyun? That ruthless killer?!"

"Run!" In just a short while, the hall, which was originally packed with people, was almost completely empty.

Apart from Jiang Chen's table, there were two other tables of guests who remained as calm as ever.

At one table sat a young man carrying a long sword, quietly resting in a corner with his eyes closed.

At another table sat a mysterious man wearing a half-mask, quietly sipping his wine.

Bu Jingyun coldly scanned the area, his gaze lingering on Duan Lang for a moment.

His pupils contracted slightly.

Clearly, he recognized this former defeated opponent... no, the formidable enemy who had once defeated him!

But he didn't say anything more, he just coldly withdrew his gaze and slammed the Peerless Sword in his hand heavily on the table.

"Waiter, bring the wine!" The voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

On the other side...

Duan Lang merely glanced at Bu Jingyun before looking away, as if he were seeing not some mortal enemy, but an insignificant ant.

He wasn't even worth wasting a single emotion on a mere defeated opponent.

He raised his wine glass and smiled at the beauty in his arms, "Come, my beauty, let's continue drinking."

Completely ignore it!

Seeing this, Jiang Chen nodded in satisfaction; this was the mindset a strong person should have.

He took a sip of his drink, a playful smile playing on his lips, his eyes full of mockery, as if watching a clown perform.

In Jiang Chen's eyes, Bu Jingyun, a guy who only knows how to act cool and stylish, is not worthy of his attention at all.

If it weren't for the desire to watch the show, I would have slapped this guy to death long ago.

Jiang Chen ignored Bu Jingyun's presence and continued to flirt with the beauty in his arms. His sassy and unrestrained manner practically screamed "arrogant" on his face.

After several rounds of drinks...

Jiang Chen and Duan Lang, each with one of the two beauties in their arms, staggered into the inner room amidst giggles.

With the two people gone, the atmosphere in the hall became even more oppressive.

Just then.

The mysterious man wearing a half-mask slowly put down his wine glass, stood up, and walked to Bu Jingyun's table.

His gaze fell on the peerless sword on the table, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "May I borrow this sword for a look?"

Without even raising his head, Bu Jingyun coldly replied, "My sword is for killing, not for showing off!"

"Oh?" A glint of shrewdness flashed in the mysterious man's eyes. Although he wore a mask, his resolute and imposing aura instantly erupted. "Bu Jingyun, you have committed countless evils, wiping out entire families!"

Catching God!

One of the Three Gods of the Martial World!

Before the words were even finished, the God of Catchers had already made his move!

boom!

The two exchanged a palm strike instantly, the force of which shattered the surrounding tables and chairs.

Ding Ding Deng!

The two of them took three steps back at the same time, and surprisingly, they were evenly matched!

"Impressive internal strength!" A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the God of Catchers, then he withdrew his palm and stood up. "I have important matters to attend to this time, so this is not the time to capture you."

Bu Jingyun snorted coldly, ignored him, and continued drinking in silence.

Just then, the young man who had been sitting quietly in the corner with a long sword in his arms suddenly sprang into action!

Whoosh!

He shot out of the cabin like a bolt of lightning and landed on the shore.

At that moment, a wedding procession with music and fanfare was passing by on the shore.

Without saying a word, the young man rushed into the bridal sedan chair and snatched the bride out!

"Oh no! They're trying to steal the bride!"

"Help! Someone's trying to steal the bride!"

The wedding procession immediately fell into chaos.

But this young man was extremely skilled in martial arts, and his movements were unpredictable and unpredictable. He carried the bride and dashed left and right through the crowd as if he were in an empty place.

"That's... the daughter of镖头 (bodyguard/escort) Pan Rifei!"

"I heard she's going to marry Aotian, the young master of Baijian Manor!"

"Good heavens, who is this person? How dare he steal a bride from the Sword Worship Manor?!"

Amid gasps of surprise, the young man, carrying his bride, jumped directly onto a pleasure boat moored at the shore.

A flag hung on the painted boat, embroidered with a crane spreading its wings as if about to take flight.

Linghe Sect!

The young man took the bride and hid directly in the cabin.

"Damn it!" Pan Rifei, who was in charge of escorting the bride, also arrived at the shore at this time and just happened to see this scene.

He immediately spotted the God of Arrest who was preparing to leave the Never-Night Boat and rushed over to plead for help: "God of Arrest! Please save my daughter! That thief has kidnapped her and is hiding on the Spirit Crane Sect's ship!"

The God of Arrest frowned slightly, glanced at the pleasure boat, and shook his head: "Even an upright official can't settle family disputes. This is your江湖恩怨 (jianghu grievances), and it's not appropriate for me to interfere."

After saying that, he vanished into the crowd in a flash.

"This..." Pan Rifei was filled with despair.

Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out: "Since they are in love, we should let them be together."

Everyone turned around and saw that Bu Jingyun had somehow appeared at the bow of the ship, holding the Peerless Sword, coldly watching the scene unfold.

"You...you're an outsider, what right do you have to interfere in my family's affairs?!" Pan Rifei said angrily.

A cold glint flashed in Bu Jingyun's eyes, and he slightly drew his peerless sword: "Let them go, or die!"

A terrifying killing intent instantly enveloped the entire area!

Pan Rifei trembled with fear, swallowing back the harsh words that were on the tip of his tongue.

On the other side...

On the Linghe Sect's ship, a group of disciples were holding weapons, preparing to break open the cabin and drag out the adulterous couple who had hidden inside.

"Dare to trespass on my Spirit Crane Sect's ship? You're courting death!"

The ship's cabin was about to be breached.

Whoosh!

A red figure, like a roc spreading its wings, instantly traversed a distance of dozens of feet and landed on the Linghe Sect's ship.

It was Bu Jingyun!

Clang!

A dazzling sword light flashed!

Boom!

The entire pleasure boat was actually cleaved in two by this one sword strike!

"Ah—" The disciples of the Linghe Sect fell into the water one after another, screaming in agony.

Bu Jingyun, carrying the Peerless Sword in one hand and holding the couple in the other, landed steadily on the shore.

"Let's go," he said coldly. "No one will dare stop you."

The young man glanced gratefully at Bu Jingyun, bowed deeply to him, and then took the bride's hand and walked away into the distance.

"Bu Jingyun! You are Bu Jingyun!" Just then, one of the Linghe Sect disciples who had fallen into the water recognized Bu Jingyun.

"He's Bu Jingyun, the traitor of the World Society! Capture him! Send his head to Xiong Ba!"

In an effort to curry favor with the martial arts alliance leader, Xiong Ba, these Linghe Sect disciples were all working up a frenzy.

In an instant, dozens of second-rate and first-rate experts from the Linghe Sect leaped up, brandishing their weapons, and charged towards Bu Jingyun!

Despite being surrounded and attacked by the crowd, Bu Jingyun remained unfazed.

He slowly raised the peerless sword in his hand, a trace of indescribable sorrow flashing in his eyes.

That was a pain he had always kept hidden in his heart.

It was also a peerless sword technique that he learned from Wuming when he was a child!

Mysterious Sword Technique—Inexplicable Grief!

hum!

As the sword move was unleashed, an extremely desolate aura instantly spread out.

Everyone present seemed to feel the endless sorrow and despair in Bu Jingyun's heart, and their movements slowed down involuntarily.

And at that very moment.

A flash of sword light!