I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

In a desolate valley.

The sheer cliffs on both sides, with their jagged rocks, create a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

Jiang Chen and Duan Lang were riding fast horses, traveling at a leisurely pace through the valley.

"Whoa—" Suddenly, Duan Lang pulled on the reins and looked at a cliff in front of him.

On the cliff face, a huge character for "demon" was drawn in blood!

The handwriting was grotesque and twisted, exuding a strong sense of bloodshed and evil.

Below the cliff lay a long-frozen corpse, whose attire suggested it belonged to a passing merchant.

"Playing tricks." Duan Lang sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "Who are you? Show yourself!"

The voice just fell.

"Hehehe..." A sinister laugh suddenly came from above the cliff.

A burly, ugly-faced strange man was sitting cross-legged on a protruding rock, looking down at the two of them.

Beside him stood a young man dressed in brocade robes, with an arrogant expression, holding a long sword that gleamed coldly.

"Ignorant brats, how dare you disrespect my master!" The young man pointed at Duan Lang and shouted sternly, "These corpses on the ground are a warning to you! The one who committed murder and left those words is none other than my master—the Sword Demon!"

Sword Demon?

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Who do we have here? Turns out it's just some trash who bullies the weak."

He glanced at the so-called "Sword Demon" and said indifferently, "Mere trash dares to call itself a demon? That's laughable!"

"Insolence!" The young man—Ao Tian, ​​the young master of Baijian Manor—was enraged. "Anyone who insults my master shall die!"

Clang!

His longsword was instantly drawn, and he swooped down from the cliff like a roc, the longsword in his hand turning into a cold light, piercing straight for Duan Lang's throat!

This sword strike was incredibly powerful, clearly demonstrating that the user had received the true teachings of the Sword Demon.

however.

Faced with this fierce sword strike, Duan Lang didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

He didn't even draw the Fire Kirin Sword from his back.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce his throat.

"Get lost!" Duan Lang waved his hand casually.

An invisible burst of energy erupted instantly!

Ding!

A crisp metallic snapping sound rang out.

The longsword in Aotian's hand was actually shattered into two pieces by this force!

"What?!" Ao Tian was shocked and fell heavily to the ground as if struck by lightning.

He stared at the broken sword in his hand, now only half intact, his eyes filled with disbelief.

This is a weapon meticulously crafted by the Sword Worship Manor!

It was actually shattered by a casual burst of energy?!

"Useless! Utterly useless!" Ao Tian, ​​enraged and humiliated, slammed the broken sword in his hand to the ground. "What use are you if you can't even make a proper sword!"

Just then.

The sword demon, who had been sitting cross-legged on the cliff, finally moved.

Whoosh!

He flashed and instantly appeared behind Duan Lang.

A pair of hands, like eagle claws, with a sharp gust of wind, directly grabbed at the Fire Kirin Sword on Duan Lang's back!

"What a fine sword! What a fine sword!" The sword demon's eyes gleamed with greed.

As a sword fanatic, he immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of this sword!

If he could obtain this sword, his Severing Meridian Sword Qi would definitely reach a new level!

however.

Faced with the Sword Demon's sneak attack, Duan Lang seemed to have no reaction at all, letting the other party grab the hilt of the Fire Kirin Sword.

"Haha! This sword is mine!" The Sword Demon was overjoyed and was about to draw the Fire Kirin Sword.

But the moment his palm touched the hilt of the sword.

boom!

An incredibly terrifying flame suddenly erupted from the Fire Kirin Sword!

This flame is no ordinary fire, but a terrifying blaze released by a peerless divine weapon forged from all the scales of a fire qilin!

"Ah—!!!" Before the Sword Demon could react, he was instantly engulfed by the terrifying flames!

A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the valley.

In just a short while.

This infamous sword demon, who was notorious in the martial arts world, turned into a pile of ashes, leaving not even a trace!

The legendary swordsman has fallen!

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Ao Tian stared blankly at the scene, completely dumbfounded.

Master... is gone?

That arrogant master who taught me martial arts... just like that, gone?

And it was burned to ashes by a sword?!

How is this possible?!

Their purpose in coming to intercept him was to test the power of the Fire Kirin Sword in Duan Lang's hands and see if this legendary divine weapon lived up to its name.

If it's nothing special, then I'll just seize it and use it as a sacrifice for the unparalleled sword that's about to be born.

But who could have imagined that this wasn't a test, it was practically suicide!

"What... what kind of sword is this?!" Ao Tian stared at the Fire Scale Sword behind Duan Lang, his eyes filled with fear.

The legendary Fire Kirin Sword, though a divine weapon, how could it possess such terrifying power?!

Little did he know that the Fire Kirin Sword of today was no longer the same Fire Kirin Sword as before.

After being reforged by Jiang Chen and incorporating all the scales of the Fire Qilin, it has evolved into a true peerless divine weapon!

Aside from Duan Lang, the master, anyone who dares to touch it will only face one fate—death!

"Hmph, overestimating yourself." Duan Lang snorted coldly, as if he had done something insignificant.

He turned his head and looked at Ao Tian, ​​who was slumped on the ground, with great interest.

"You just... attacked me?" Duan Lang's voice was soft, but to Ao Tian, ​​it sounded like a death sentence.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"

"No...don't kill me!" Ao Tian trembled with fear, backing away repeatedly. "I...I am Ao Tian, ​​the young master of Baijian Manor! You...you can't kill me!"

"If you kill me, you'll offend the entire Sword Worship Manor! My mother... my mother will never let you get away with this!"

Even as he faced death, he still tried to use his status to intimidate others.

"Sword Worship Manor?" Duan Lang sneered. "I dared to kill even the Sword Demon, so I don't even consider Sword Worship Manor a threat!"

As he spoke, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes, and he was about to make a move.

"No—!!!" Aotian closed his eyes in despair.

however.

The expected pain did not come.

"However..." Duan Lang's voice rang out again, "I happen to be going to your Sword Worship Manor to see the Sword Offering Ceremony, and I happen to need someone to guide me."

"I'll spare your life for now."

Upon hearing this, Ao Tian felt as if he had been granted a pardon and immediately kowtowed to express his gratitude:

"Thank you so much, Master Duan, for sparing my life! Thank you so much, Master Duan, for sparing my life!"

"Lead the way," Duan Lang said calmly.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please follow me, you two heroes!" Ao Tian dared not have the slightest thought of resistance. He quickly got up and respectfully led the way.

However, in the instant he lowered his head, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

"Duan Lang...you just wait!"

"I, Aotian, will remember this humiliation!"

"When the ultimate sword is born, I will personally kill you!"

Duan Lang and Jiang Chen exchanged a smile and spurred their horses to follow.

Only the character "demon" remained on the cliff face, appearing particularly ironic in the wind.

On a wide river.

An elderly man dressed in a gray Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, was seen walking downstream with his hands behind his back and his bare feet on the water.

He looked relaxed, as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

Ahead lay a waterfall hundreds of feet high, its waters rushing and its roar terrifying.

The old man remained calm and composed, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Rise!" He shouted softly, and suddenly a flash of cold light appeared beneath his feet!

A long sword suddenly appeared beneath his feet, lifting his body into the sky!

Flying on a sword!

Legend has it that there are three realms of ultimate swordsmanship: Heavenly Sword, Demonic Sword, and Flying Sword!

The old man was using the legendary, long-lost art of flying swords!

*Snap!* A crisp sound.

The longsword at his feet couldn't withstand the powerful internal force and broke on the spot!

"Ouch!" the old man cried out, losing his balance and falling awkwardly from the air, landing heavily in the grass on the bank.

"Pah, pah, pah!" The old man got up, spat out the mud and sand in his mouth, looked at the broken sword on the ground, and was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

"What a lousy sword! It can't even withstand thirty percent of my internal energy! What a piece of trash! Utter trash!"

Just then.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the bushes nearby.

Two figures walked out.

The leader was an old man dressed in a gray robe and carrying a long sword. He had sharp eyes and prominent temples, clearly a master of internal martial arts.

He looked at the disheveled old man before him, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes, and then bowed respectfully, saying:

"I am Changli Sword Elder, the head of the Four Sword Elders of Baijian Manor. Greetings, Senior Jianpin!"