I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"The Peerless Sword is an unparalleled divine weapon. To bring it into existence, it must be consecrated with the blood of the three most intense poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance in this world!" Zhong Mei stood proudly in the sword pool, regarding Ao Tian and his mother as nothing. His gaze was like a torch, aimed directly at Jian Pin and Bu Jingyun. His eyes were filled with fervor, as if he wanted to burn the sky to ashes.

"The blood of the Three Poisons?" Upon hearing this, the heroes looked at each other in surprise and uncertainty.

Zhong Mei raised his hand and pointed, his voice chilling as he shouted, "This man is greedy for swords, he is truly 'greedy'!"

His finger flashed, pointing directly at Bu Jingyun, and he said in a cold voice, "This man carries a deep-seated blood feud, his heart filled with boundless hatred; he is 'Anger'!"

Finally, after looking around, he said in a deep voice, "There is one more person. This person has an extremely deep obsession with the family's honor; he is 'obsessed'!"

"What?! You want my blood?!" Jian Pin's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

Although he loved swords more than life itself, he cherished his life even more!

If one dies from blood loss, what good will it do to obtain divine weapons?

"Hehe! I suddenly remembered I have some things to attend to at home, so I'll have to take my leave now! Farewell!" With that, his figure flickered like a ghost, turning into a blur as he turned to flee!

"Where do you think you're going!" Bu Jingyun shouted, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

The peerless sword is the only hope for revenge. If this old scoundrel escapes, when will the divine sword ever be able to appear in the world?!

"Stay here!" Bu Jingyun roared, his body moving like an arrow released from a bow, instantly cutting off their path!

"Cloud-Dispelling Palm - Flowing Water and Clouds!" The palms flew up and down, like flowing water, continuous and uninterrupted, directly covering the sword!

"Hmph! Bu Jingyun, you're courting death!" Jian Pin was furious upon seeing this.

Although he feared Bu Jingyun's infamous reputation, he was determined to escape and could not care about anything else!

"Greedy Wolf Devours the Sun!" Jian Pin's soft sword trembled, and the sword energy transformed into a ferocious wolf head, fiercely devouring his palms!

boom!

Their palms clashed, producing a deafening thud.

Bu Jingyun let out a muffled groan and took several steps back.

"Heh heh! Bu Jingyun, you think you can block my sword with your bare hands? You're dreaming!" Jian Pin chuckled wickedly, pressing his advantage relentlessly. His soft sword moved like a snake spitting its tongue, its momentum like a raging tide, each move ruthless and aimed straight for vital points!

"Insatiable greed!"

With a swift flick of his wrist, Jian Pin's soft sword transformed into countless rings of light, layer upon layer, like a greedy wolf opening its blood-red maw, ready to devour its prey!

In an instant, countless sword shadows bound Bu Jingyun tightly!

Bu Jingyun's palms flew back and forth. Although his Cloud-Dispelling Palm technique was fierce and unparalleled, he was still struggling to defend himself against such a dense sword net.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The sound of sharp blades cutting through the air was incessant. Bu Jingyun's protective inner energy was instantly shattered, and his shoulder, arm, and thigh were struck by swords one after another, with blood splattering everywhere, making his red robe even more crimson!

"Damn it!" Bu Jingyun was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

A life-or-death moment!

A clear whistle suddenly rose.

Seeing this, Jian Chen hurled the Hero's Sword at Bu Jingyun, shouting, "Bu Jingyun! Catch this!"

Bu Jingyun's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He leaped up from the ground and reached for his sword!

"What a fine sword!" With the divine weapon in hand, a surge of righteous energy filled his body, and his spirits were greatly invigorated!

"You old fool! Come again!" With a furious shout, the Hero Sword trembled, and a sharp sword aura suddenly erupted!

"The Mysterious Sword Technique—It Became Famous for a Time!"

Although Bu Jingyun is arrogant, he has extremely high comprehension. Although he has not fully mastered the Mysterious Sword Technique, he has already grasped its essence!

With this divine weapon in hand, its power surpasses that of Jian Chen by three points!

"What?!" Jian Pin was shocked, never expecting his strength to increase so dramatically after obtaining the sword!

"Greedy Wolf Howls at the Moon!" Jian Pin dared not be careless and hurriedly swung his sword to block.

clang!

The two swords clashed, sparks flying!

This time, those who retreat are those with impoverished swords!

"Good lad! You've got some skills!" Jian Pin's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "However, defeating this old man won't be so easy!"

The two instantly engaged in battle!

Bu Jingyun wielded his sword with sweeping, powerful strokes, sometimes displaying the unpredictable and mysterious nature of Mo Ming's swordsmanship, and at other times displaying the unparalleled sharpness of the Holy Spirit's swordsmanship!

"Sword Eight!" Bu Jingyun shouted, his longsword transforming into two intersecting sword energies, sealing off any escape route! It was the Holy Spirit's killing move!

When the Sword Saint fell, he left behind the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique," which was obtained by Bu Jingyun.

With his intelligence, he had already figured it out!

"Damn it! How does this kid know the Holy Spirit Sword Technique?!" Jian Pin cursed inwardly, struggling to defend himself and looking utterly disheveled.

puff!puff!

Both men were wounded during the fierce battle.

Jian Pin's movements were unpredictable, his soft sword coiling like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Bu Jingyun's eyes.

Bu Jingyun neither dodged nor evaded, his Hero Sword sweeping across the enemy ranks, using clumsiness to overcome skill, and directly confronting the sharpness of the enemy!

"What domineering sword energy!" Jian Pin felt a chill in his heart. Although he used the force to fly back, his arm was still hit by the sword energy.

Blood splattered and sizzled as it landed on the scalding ground.

But then something strange happened!

The blood of the two men had not dried; as if drawn by an invisible force, it transformed into crimson blood threads that flew erratically towards the giant sword in the pool!

sizzle...

The blood fell onto the greatsword and was instantly devoured!

Beneath the Sword Pool, the earth fire suddenly roused like a raging beast, its flames soaring to the heavens!

The scorching heatwave swept in all directions, turning the vast sword pool into a veritable hell!

Forced back by the heatwave, Aotian grew increasingly impatient upon seeing that the divine sword remained unmoved: "Zhongmei! The fire is so fierce, where is the divine sword? Don't destroy my divine weapon!"

Zhong Mei seemed not to hear, her eyes fixed on the boiling sword pool, her face filled with wild joy.

"Good! Good! Good!" Zhong Mei suddenly burst into laughter, seemingly insane. "The blood of the two poisons, greed and anger, has entered the sword pool! The peerless sword is about to be born! Now all that's missing is 'madness'! Why hasn't Duan Lang appeared yet?!"

The scheme at Baijian Manor was originally orchestrated by the Sword Demon, but now that the heroes are locked in fierce battle, the Sword Demon has yet to appear!

This battle was so fierce that the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light!

Both Bu Jingyun and Jian Pin are top masters of their time, and now that their anger has been ignited, they are determined not to give up!

The battle raged through the night until dawn!

As dawn broke over the Sword Pool, both of them were on the verge of death and covered in wounds.

"Huff... Huff..." Bu Jingyun stood leaning on his sword, breathing heavily, but his eyes were like lightning, locked on the sword, his fighting spirit undiminished.

Jian Pin was also in a terrible state, his clothes were tattered and his emaciated body was barely visible as he walked at night.

"Damn it... Is this kid made of iron?!" Jian Pin cursed inwardly, never expecting Bu Jingyun to be so tenacious and difficult to deal with!

"Brother Bu! Stop fighting!" Just then, Chu Chu, who had been watching anxiously for a while, shouted, "Get the sword! Getting the sword is the most important thing!"

Chu Chu's words were like ice water poured over his head, instantly extinguishing the anger in Bu Jingyun's heart.

Exactly! This journey is solely for the sake of a peerless sword, and solely for revenge!

What good will it do to get entangled with this old scoundrel?!

Thinking of this, Bu Jingyun took a deep breath and slowly suppressed the killing intent around him.

"Hmph! You old scoundrel, I'll spare your life for now!" Bu Jingyun coldly glanced at Jian Pin.

"Hmph! You're lucky, kid!" Jian Pin sheathed his sword and responded with a cold snort.

However, it did not leave.

What a joke! My blood has already been spilled, and my divine sword has not yet been drawn. How could I so easily part with it?! This sword must belong to me!

In an instant, the atmosphere in the Sword Pool became strangely unpredictable.

Although the fighting had temporarily ceased, the tension was even greater! Everyone held their breath, awaiting the unveiling of the divine sword!

"A yawn..." Just when the situation was at a stalemate and the atmosphere was tense, a lazy yawn suddenly broke the silence.

Following the sound, they saw a young man in a fiery red outfit slowly walking towards the entrance of the Sword Pool.

He carried a crimson longsword on his back, his eyes still sleepy, rubbing them as he walked, as if he had just left a gentle paradise.

"I say... why are you all making such a racket so early in the morning instead of sleeping?" Duan Lang glanced at the mess in the Sword Pool, and when he caught sight of Bu Jingyun and Jian Pin covered in blood, he couldn't help but tease, "Making such a fuss, anyone who didn't know better would think it was a martial arts tournament."

"Duan Lang!" Upon seeing Duan Lang appear, Bu Jingyun's anger instantly reignited!

In the past, the World Society had been publicly humiliated by Duan Lang, leaving him completely battered and bruised!

Such humiliation is etched into Bu Jingyun's heart!

A mix of old and new grudges caused him to want to draw his sword whenever he saw Duan Lang!

"Bu Jingyun, glaring at me won't do any good." Duan Lang curled his lip, ignoring Bu Jingyun's murderous gaze. "I'm not some peerless sword, your glare won't make a difference."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Bu Jingyun sneered, his Hero Sword pointing directly at Duan Lang, and said in a chilling voice, "Bloodletting!"