I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Suddenly, a sharp sound pierced the air, and an arrow pierced the sky, exploding at the top of the firmament, turning into a sky full of dazzling flames.

In an instant, shouts of battle erupted, deafeningly loud!

"kill--!"

"Protect the young master!"

"Reclaim the peerless sword!"

The disciples of Baijian Villa surged in from all directions like a tide, their swords flashing like a forest, their cold light reaching straight for the top of the Sword Pool.

The crowds stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly without end.

Standing atop the high place, the sounds of battle deafeningly filled his ears. Seeing the torches winding their way closer like dragons, his face contorted with rage and madness: "Duan Lang! Even if your martial arts are unparalleled, how can you withstand my massive army? Today is your death day!"

In a corner of the Sword Pool, with the help of Chu Chu, Bu Jingyun struggled to his feet, his body ravaged by the injuries.

"I'm not reconciled..." Bu Jingyun's eyes flashed like lightning as he thrust straight at the Fire Scale Sword on Duan Lang's back. His fighting spirit burned fiercely, like a raging wildfire, unstoppable. "The peerless sword... is mine! I cannot lose!"

Suddenly, he reached out his right hand and gripped his left arm tightly—a powerful, muscular arm!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Amidst the turmoil in his heart, the Qilin Arm seemed to awaken a ferocious beast, emitting a deep, thunderous heartbeat!

A domineering and scorching power surged wildly through his meridians, seemingly about to burst forth and incinerate the entire world!

"Brother Bu, you..." Chu Chu suddenly felt a wave of heat hit her face and was shocked to see that Bu Jingyun's body was completely red. Her face paled and her eyes were full of worry.

"Jian Chen!" Ignoring Chu Chu's startled cry, Bu Jingyun abruptly turned and roared at Jian Chen, who was not far away, "Take Chu Chu away! Get out of here immediately!"

"Bu Jingyun, you..." Jian Chen was slightly taken aback.

"Get out of here! This place is about to become a hellish hell! Don't let her die in vain!" Bu Jingyun's eyes widened in anger, his voice like thunder.

Seeing Duan Lang's murderous intent soaring to the heavens and Jing Yun's frenzied momentum, Jian Chen knew that this place was extremely dangerous, with no time to lose.

"Take care!" Jian Chen didn't hesitate any longer, his figure flashing to Chu Chu's side, grabbing her delicate shoulder. "Miss Chu Chu, please forgive me!"

"No! I won't leave! I want to live and die with Brother Bu!" Chu Chu struggled desperately, trying to break free from Jian Chen's grip.

"It's too dangerous here. Staying here will only distract him!" Without waiting for a reply, Jian Chen forcibly grabbed Chu Chu and sped away.

However, the moment he lowered his head, his gaze met that of a delicate, tear-streaked face.

In an instant, the deafening battles around them seemed to have vanished, leaving only the pitiful beauty before them.

The glistening tears in the corners of her eyes, clear as diamonds, crashed heavily onto Jian Chen's heart like meteors, creating ripples.

Although Chu Chu was forcibly taken away, her tearful eyes still gazed intently in Bu Jingyun's direction, determined to follow him to the death.

Such deep affection, such poignant beauty, stirred a strange mix of sorrow and envy in Jian Chen's heart.

"What a nice view……"

An unprecedented thrill instantly coursed through my body, leaving me feeling tingly and numb.

As the successor of the Hero Sword, Jian Chen had cultivated his character and temperament since childhood, and his heart was as still as water. He had never seen such a fierce yet tender woman.

My heartstrings trembled wildly, my cheeks flushed slightly, and the hand that was holding her fragrant shoulder tightened unconsciously.

"If one day, Chu Chu treats me like this..." Thinking of this, Jian Chen's mind was in turmoil, and his steps involuntarily faltered.

Jiang Chen ignored the impending battle and the budding romance, his gaze fixed on the direction Jian Pin had fled.

"The art of sword control..." Jiang Chen stroked his chin, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "Although the old man Jianpin's technique is crude and unsightly, his approach to flying on a sword is in line with the Dao."

Jian Pin's clumsy sword control technique was constantly dismantled, integrated, refined, and transformed under the deduction of the golden figure with twin pupils!

Eliminate the dross and retain the essence, getting straight to the source!

In a short while.

The golden figure suddenly opened its eyes, its body transformed into a stream of light, its feet treading on the void, its fingers pointing like a sword!

A golden light sword, formed from pure sword intent, materialized out of thin air beneath his feet!

Riding the wind on a sword, I vanquish demons across the land!

In an instant, a flash of inspiration struck Jiang Chen, as if a door to a completely new way of swordsmanship had been opened.

"I see..." Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly, the golden light in his eyes gradually fading, transforming into a profound sword intent. "All things are swords, riding the wind and controlling the qi. This is—Flying Immortal with a Sword!"

Outside the Sword Pool, in mid-air.

Jian Pin, stepping on a broken sword, staggered through the air, his figure disheveled, yet his speed was not slow.

"I almost lost my life..." Jian Pin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking back at the direction of the Sword Pool with lingering fear. "Duan Lang is simply like a demon god, and that man in white is unfathomable... This Sword Worship Manor is indeed a dragon's den and a tiger's lair; we cannot stay here for long!"

Just as he was celebrating his escape from danger.

call--!

A sudden gust of wind arose without warning!

The wind was incredibly strong, as if it wanted to tear the clouds in the sky apart!

"Who goes there?!" Jian Pin was shocked. Before he could recover, his vision blurred and a blue figure, like a ghost, appeared out of nowhere in front of him!

The newcomer had long, flowing hair, wore a simple blue robe, and carried a long sword on his back.

What is particularly striking is that his left eye is covered by a black mask, leaving only one eye exposed, and his gaze reveals a chilling light that is sure to captivate the soul.

"Your Excellency..." Jian Pin was about to speak.

Snapped!

Nie Feng remained silent, reaching out to grip Jian Pin's shoulder.

In an instant, Jian Pin felt an overwhelming and irresistible force strike him, which he found difficult to resist!

"Where is Bu Jingyun?" Nie Feng's voice was deep and hoarse, exuding an unquestionable authority.

"Bu...Bu Jingyun?" Jian Pin, intimidated by Nie Feng's imposing aura, pointed tremblingly to the magnificent building behind him, "He's...he's at the Sword Pool! He's vying with Duan Lang for the peerless sword..."

"Sword Pool!" Upon hearing this, Nie Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Whoosh!

In an instant, he released his sword, his figure transformed into a blue whirlwind, and disappeared without a trace!

Wind God Leg - Catching the Wind and Shadows!

Watching Nie Feng's departing figure, Jian Pin slumped onto the broken sword, panting heavily.

"What bad luck... I didn't check the almanac before going out today, why do I keep running into these jinxes..."

The atmosphere inside the Sword Pool was extremely heavy.

Bu Jingyun pressed his Qilin arm, forcibly suppressing the injury, but Duan Lang's kick just now was as heavy as a thousand pounds, making it difficult for him to stand.

Just then.

call--!

A gust of wind howled in, instantly dispersing the dust and smoke filling the sword pool!

Then, a green shadow fell to the ground like a meteor, crashing down beside Jingyun!

"Senior Brother Yun!" As soon as Nie Feng landed, he saw Bu Jingyun covered in blood and swaying precariously. His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

"Nie...Feng?" Bu Jingyun stared at the suddenly appearing Nie Feng, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Don't speak yet!" Nie Feng didn't explain, but quickly took out a blood-red fruit with a strong, strange fragrance from his pocket and stuffed it into Bu Jingyun's mouth.

Blood Bodhi!

It is formed from the blood of the Fire Qilin, and can cure serious injuries and enhance martial arts skills even when there are no injuries. It can be called a sacred medicine in the martial arts world!

The fruit melts in your mouth, transforming into a warm current that instantly travels throughout your body.

The damaged meridians healed rapidly under the nourishment of the medicine, and the depleted vital energy was gradually replenished.

In a short while.

As the medicine took effect, Jingyun's pale face gradually regained its rosy color. She then pushed Nie Feng away, struggled to stand on her own, and began to regulate her breathing.

Seeing that his senior brother was unharmed, Nie Feng felt a great weight lifted from his heart, and his eyes showed concern: "Senior Brother Yun, I'm so glad you're alright. I searched all the way here, and when I heard you were at the Sword Worship Manor, I rushed over immediately."

"You shouldn't have come," Bu Jingyun said coldly. "I am a cursed star, destined to be alone for life. Anyone who gets close to me will encounter misfortune. Kong Ci is like that, and so is my godfather... You will only suffer because of me if you stay with me."

"Senior Brother Yun, you can't say that!" Nie Feng frowned, his expression serious. "We're brothers, as close as siblings. No matter where you are or what you become, you'll always be my Senior Brother Yun! We must join forces to avenge Xiong Ba!"

"Revenge..." A ripple flashed in Jingyun's eyes, then returned to deathly stillness. "You're not worth being friends with someone like me."

"I'm not afraid!" Nie Feng reached out and gripped Jing Yun's arm tightly, his eyes blazing like torches, unwavering as metal and stone. "Wind has no form, cloud has no shape. When wind and cloud meet, they will surely transform into a dragon soaring through the heavens! From this day forward, wind and cloud will share life and death, never to be separated!"

Meeting Nie Feng's burning gaze, Bu Jingyun's long-frozen heartstrings were finally touched.

At this moment, silence speaks louder than words; only a deep nod is enough to fulfill the vow made in the face of death.