I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"this……"

Upon witnessing this extraordinary phenomenon, apart from Duan Lang, who remained composed, the others were all dumbfounded and utterly shocked.

You Ruo gasped in surprise, her beautiful eyes wide open, unable to hide her shock.

Although Bu Jingyun was captured by Wuming, the madness in his eyes instantly froze, turning into endless shock.

Even Wuming's pupils dilated violently at this moment, and his usually calm face was now filled with turbulent emotions!

Even a nameless person can transform qi into a sword; transforming it into hundreds or thousands of sword energies is not difficult.

However, once sword energy leaves the body, it is easy to disperse and difficult to condense, and is mostly used for killing techniques.

Such a thing, where qi condenses into a form, transforming into a colossal sword that reaches the heavens, solidifies without dissipating, and whose blade radiates light and color, with runes appearing and disappearing, can even carry people through the air, is truly unbelievable!

The sheer vastness of this true energy and the exquisite control it possesses are truly astonishing!

This is unheard of in the entire martial arts world!

"Come on up." Jiang Chen moved slightly, like a fleeting shadow, and landed gracefully on the giant sword. He then reached out to You Ruo, "Hold me tight."

You Ruo was in a daze and subconsciously reached out her soft hand.

Once he was pulled onto the giant sword and held tightly around the waist, feeling the real touch, he realized it was not a dream.

"Senior, this..." Wuming took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and stepped onto the giant sword, carrying Bu Jingyun.

The ground beneath my feet felt solid, just like flat ground!

"Rise!" Jiang Chen shouted softly, and the giant sword instantly transformed into a stream of light, soaring into the sky.

In an instant, it broke through the clouds and soared through the heavens!

The wind howled in my ears, and the landscape below was like a painting, rushing past me at breakneck speed.

You Ruo hugged Jiang Chen tightly, peering down into the distance. Seeing the towering cliffs shrouded in clouds and mist, her face paled, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Brother Jiang, it's so high... what if we fall?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen's lips curled into a wicked smile. The giant sword beneath his feet suddenly sank, as if about to fall, and he said mockingly, "Afraid of falling? Then you'd better hold on tight. If you really fall, I won't be responsible for catching you!"

"Ah!" You Ruo exclaimed, her eyes tightly shut in fright. She gripped Jiang Chen's waist tightly with both hands, wishing she could shrink into his arms and not dare to look at him again.

Jiang Chen laughed loudly, his swordplay returning to its steady state, piercing through the clouds and sky.

The nameless man stood at the end of the sword. Although he saw the two frolicking, the giant sword beneath his feet remained as steady as Mount Tai, without the slightest disturbance.

Looking down at the vast sea of ​​clouds, I was deeply moved and my heart was filled with a profound sense of awe.

Despite the fierce wind, it was kept three feet away by an invisible aura, and the sword remained steady, as if walking on flat ground.

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

Such techniques are beyond the reach of ordinary martial arts; they are almost divine abilities!

"Senior," Wuming couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling slightly, "this... could it be the legendary 'Flying Sword' realm?"

"Flying sword?" Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, like an immortal descending to earth. He glanced back at Wuming, a slight smile playing on his lips. "No, this is called—flying on a sword."

Half a day later, the sun set, its rays turning blood-red.

The sky above Miyin Temple.

A streak of light pierced the sky, accompanied by the sound of howling wind and thunder, and slowly descended onto the square in front of the temple.

The ancient temple stands majestically, and the evening bells toll softly.

"Amitabha, well done, well done!" Abbot Dukong of Miyin Temple was leading the monks in their evening prayers when they suddenly witnessed a strange phenomenon in the sky. They were speechless with astonishment and doubt.

Only after clearly recognizing the figure in blue on the sword did he realize what was happening and hurriedly stepped forward to meet him.

"So it's the nameless benefactor who has arrived! No wonder you possess such astonishing skills!" Master Dukong clasped his hands together, his face full of admiration. "Riding the wind on a sword, your swordsmanship has likely reached a state of perfection, rivaling even the ancient sword immortals!"

The monks echoed this sentiment, their eyes filled with reverence.

In the eyes of the monks, who else in the world could possess such extraordinary abilities, except for the martial arts legend Wuming?

"This..." The nameless old man blushed slightly, feeling extremely embarrassed.

This is the divine power of the predecessor, not his method.

Just as he was about to speak in his defense, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze sweep over him.

Looking to the side, he saw Jiang Chen with a half-smile, a hint of warning in his eyes.

Wuming felt a chill run down his spine and immediately understood—the senior did not want to be ostentatious, much less reveal his identity.

"Ahem," Wuming coughed twice, then had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree, "Master, you flatter me. It's just a trivial skill, not worth mentioning."

Master Dukong praised Wuming's humility highly.

After exchanging pleasantries, Wuming led Bu Jingyun to the meditation room behind the temple and casually released his acupoints.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

With his acupoints released, Bu Jingyun gasped for breath, his body surging with murderous aura, his eyes bloodshot, like a wounded and trapped beast.

"Awaken," Wuming said earnestly, looking at him, "Your heart is filled with too much murderous intent and your obsession is too deep. This Miyin Temple is a pure place of Buddhism. You should stay here and cultivate yourself quietly to resolve the violence in your heart."

"Quiet meditation?!" Upon hearing this, Bu Jingyun abruptly raised his head, a flash of anger in his eyes. "I'm going to seek revenge on Xiong Ba! I'm going to reclaim the Peerless Sword! I don't have time to listen to this bald monk's sermons!"

After speaking, his inner energy surged, and he held back the power of his Cloud-Dispelling Palm, turning around to rush out of the meditation room.

"Halt!" The nameless figure swayed slightly, instantly blocking the doorway. His expression was solemn, and a vast sword intent enveloped the meditation room in an instant. "In your current state, going there would only be suicide! Besides, a peerless sword is inherently unclaimed; only the virtuous can possess it. With your heart now deeply entrenched in demons, how can you possibly wield a divine weapon?"

"I don't care!" Bu Jingyun roared, his long hair whipping wildly. "That's my sword! Anyone who dares to stand in my way, I'll kill them! Nameless, if you don't get out of my way, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Seeing that Bu Jingyun was still stubborn and unrepentant, Wuming sighed inwardly, knowing that words would be of no use in persuading him.

"Very well," Wuming took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Since you insist on leaving, I will give you a chance. Tomorrow, we will have a contest. If you can defeat me, I will not stop you and will let you leave; but if you lose, you will have to meditate in this Miyin Temple for ten years! How about it?"

"Ten years?!" Bu Jingyun's pupils shrank. Ten years was far too long for him.

Yet, gazing up at the nameless mountain before me, towering like a majestic peak, I knew in my heart that this was the only opportunity.

"Alright! It's a deal!" Bu Jingyun gritted his teeth and agreed in a deep voice.

Just as the bet was settled, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the temple gate.

"Master!" A shout rang out, and two figures strode in.

The leader, dressed in pristine white, was handsome and extraordinary; he was none other than Jian Chen, the nameless chief disciple.

Following closely behind was a young girl with delicate features and bright, lively eyes; it was none other than Chu Chu.

It turned out that Jian Chen had returned to Zhonghua Pavilion and, upon learning of his master's whereabouts, had rushed over with Chu Chu, who had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Brother Bu!" Upon seeing Bu Jingyun, Chu Chu burst into tears of joy. Forgetting all restraint, she leaped forward and rushed to him, her eyes filled with concern and longing. "Brother Bu, I'm so glad you're alright! I was so worried about you these past few days..."

However, when faced with Chu Chu's fiery passion, Bu Jingyun remained as cold as frost, utterly indifferent.

"Get out of my way!" Just as Chu Chu touched his sleeve, Bu Jingyun suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a gentle force knocked her back.

"Brother Bu..." Chu Chu staggered backward, almost falling, but fortunately Jian Chen behind her caught her quickly and helped her up.

Meeting Bu Jingyun's icy gaze, Chu Chu felt as if her heart was being torn apart, tears streaming down her face like raindrops on a pear blossom, a sight that would evoke pity in anyone who saw her.

"Bu Jingyun! You've gone too far!" Jian Chen, enraged at the sight, pointed at Bu Jingyun while supporting Chu Chu and scolded, "Miss Chu Chu traveled thousands of miles to find you, worrying about you day and night. How could you treat her like this?!"

Bu Jingyun ignored him, turned around and walked to the stone bench, sat down, closed his eyes to rest, and waited for tomorrow's battle.

"You..." Jian Chen was furious and was about to step forward to argue when Wuming waved his hand to stop him.

"Chen'er, don't be rude."

Wuming's gaze swept over the two of them, and he saw that Jian Chen's eyes were filled with concern but also a strange feeling when he looked at Chu Chu. His heart stirred slightly.

"It seems my disciple... has grown up."