I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Bu Jingyun sneered, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

With a flick of his right hand, a suction force suddenly arose, and a withered bamboo several feet away was instantly grasped.

"Since you wish to humiliate yourself, I will grant your wish!"

Before he finished speaking, with a slight flick of his wrist, the withered bamboo emitted a metallic clang, and a mournful and sharp sword intent instantly filled the surrounding area.

"This sword intent..." Jian Chen's pupils shrank sharply, "It's several times stronger than it was a few days ago?!"

Jian Chen was shocked. He knew that Bu Jingyun was proficient in the Mysterious Sword Technique, but he never expected that in just a few days, the other party's sword intent would have improved so much!

This speed of progress is simply astonishing!

"Take this!" Jian Chen dared not be careless. Emerald Bamboo thrust forward, and he struck first, "His fame spread far and wide!"

The emerald bamboo trembled, transforming into a dazzling blue light, its momentum like a shooting star chasing the moon, aimed straight at the throat.

This move "made a name for itself", revealing the sharpness of the sword intent. Just like a young man entering the martial world for the first time, he wanted to amaze the world with a sword, full of vigor and unstoppable momentum.

"Famous for a time?" Bu Jingyun's eyes flashed with sarcasm, his body remaining unmoved. "You dare to say that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the withered bamboo suddenly sprang up.

Without any fancy moves, only a jet-black sword light remained, striking first despite being delayed!

If Jian Chen's sword represents the restlessness of seeking fame, then Bu Jingyun's sword represents the domineering attitude of regarding all living beings as ants.

Once the sword is drawn, all laws fall silent!

The moves and techniques are the same, but the underlying meanings are worlds apart!

Ding--!

The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out, reverberating through the bamboo forest.

The two bamboos faced each other head-on, creating a visible shockwave that turned the surrounding fallen leaves to dust.

Jian Chen felt an immense force, which he could not resist, surge into the bamboo, causing his tiger's mouth to tremble violently and half of his arm to feel sore and numb.

In contrast, Bu Jingyun remained indifferent, his withered bamboo pressing down on Jian Chen's green bamboo to its limit, as if it would break at any moment!

"How is this possible?!" Jian Chen was shocked. The same move and style, how could the power be so different?

"Again!" Jian Chen refused to give up and changed his attack, shouting, "Unspeakable grief!"

The green bamboo suddenly swayed and became hesitant, the sword's momentum seemed to weep and lament, the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, and a faint sobbing sound seemed to echo.

This move was created by the nameless man in grief for his deceased wife; its sword intent is sorrowful, and those who hear it will be heartbroken.

However, upon seeing this, Bu Jingyun's cold smile deepened, and his eyes flashed with a icy light.

"Hmph, grief for no reason? You hothouse flower, you dare talk about grief?!"

A furious shout rang out, and withered bamboo was swept across.

The same move, "Unspeakable Grief," when unleashed by Bu Jingyun, showed no trace of sorrow or misery, only suffocating despair and deathly silence!

If Jian Chen's sword is "heartbreaking to those who hear of it", then Bu Jingyun's sword is "heartbreaking to those who see it!"

It is the blood feud that wiped out the entire Huo family, the heart-wrenching pain of Kong Ci dying tragically in his arms, and the endless curse of being orphaned from childhood and a cursed star!

boom--!

The two sword intents collided in the void.

The moment Jian Chen's sorrowful sword intent, which seemed to weep and wail, came into contact with Bu Jingyun's abyss-like heavy aura of despair and death, it melted and disintegrated instantly, like thin ice meeting the blazing sun!

"puff!"

Under the pull of the qi, Jian Chen was struck as if by lightning, and a mouthful of blood surged to his throat. He was actually shaken to the core by this desperate sword intent!

Sword Morning felt a chill run through him, yet he was unwilling to give up, and his sword aura suddenly changed.

"One sword, and you'll be famous!"

With a sharp shout, the green bamboo in Jian Chen's hand shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea, its roar resounding.

The sword flashed brilliantly, its sharpness fully revealed, aiming straight for Bu Jingyun's brow and dantian.

This move is called "Fame," and its sword intent is full of youthful spirit and the desire to become famous. The attack is fierce and unstoppable.

"Hmph, just an empty reputation!"

Bu Jingyun remained indifferent, casually wielding the withered bamboo.

This sword strike, devoid of light or brilliance, exuded an aloof and resolute air, as if it regarded fame and fortune as worthless.

If Jian Chen's sword is one that yearns for worldly pleasures, then Bu Jingyun's sword is one that sees through the coldness of human relationships!

Ding!

The outcome was immediately decided when the two bamboo sticks clashed.

Jian Chen's seemingly invincible sword aura was easily struck by Bu Jingyun's Kuzhu sword, hitting his "seven-inch spot".

The dazzling sword light dissipated instantly. Jian Chen felt a sharp pain in his wrist, his tiger's mouth split open, and he felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He staggered backward, his face full of horror.

"Live in anonymity!"

Jian Chen gritted his teeth, his figure suddenly shifting and disappearing into the shadows of the bamboo forest like a ghost.

The green bamboo in his hand transformed into countless illusory images, their reality and illusion unpredictable, as if trying to completely erase his own existence. He used this defensive stance to wait for an opportunity to strike and find Bu Jingyun's weakness.

The essence of this move lies in "concealment"—concealing one's sharpness, concealing one's killing intent, and hiding oneself invisibly.

"Can you hide from me?!"

Bu Jingyun's gaze was piercing, radiating cold light.

Despite the numerous illusory figures before him, he remained unmoved, only the withered bamboo in his hand, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, suddenly stabbed towards a certain point in the void!

"break!"

puff!

With a soft sound, the countless illusory images vanished instantly like bubbles.

Bu Jingyun's withered bamboo struck Jian Chen's emerald bamboo with perfect accuracy, forcing him to reveal his disheveled true form!

In the face of true death, any disguise or hiding is futile!

After suffering four consecutive defeats, Jian Chen was terrified and in grave danger, his clothes soaked with sweat.

"Break!" Bu Jingyun pressed his advantage, thrusting the withered bamboo at the point where the green bamboo was under pressure.

Click!

With a crisp crack, the bamboo could not withstand the terrifying force and shattered into countless bamboo chips in an instant!

"What?!" Jian Chen was shocked, only the bare bamboo handle remained in his hand.

"I don't believe it! I haven't lost yet!" Jian Chen roared, abandoning his weapon and not retreating, but turning around and pressing forward, channeling all his inner strength and slamming out with both palms!

He used his palm as a sword, unleashing a mysterious sword technique in an attempt to turn the tide.

"Hmph, you can't even do swordsmanship, yet you want to use palm techniques?" Bu Jingyun's eyes flashed with disdain. He abandoned the bamboo and did not dodge, but instead used both palms to meet the attack head-on!

"Overwhelming!"

boom!

With both palms pushing outwards, the force was like a surging wave crashing against the shore, seemingly about to shatter the void.

Faced with Bu Jingyun's domineering and unparalleled palms, Jian Chen's palm power was instantly devoured!

boom!

The four palms clashed, producing a deafening thud.

"puff!"

Jian Chen felt an overwhelming force strike him, his blood surged, and he coughed up blood.

Its body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a thick bamboo.

Snap! The bamboo broke in half!

"Cough cough..." Jian Chen collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest and panting, his face as pale as paper.

We lost, we lost completely.

In a swordsmanship contest, the bamboo sword shattered.

In terms of internal strength, one palm strike could send someone flying.

Their prized martial arts skills were utterly useless against Bu Jingyun!

"Why...why did this happen..."

Jian Chen's eyes were lifeless as he muttered to himself.

He originally intended to defeat Bu Jingyun for Chu Chu, so that she would back down in the face of difficulties, but unexpectedly he became a laughing stock.

Sword Heart, at this moment, shattered.

"Hmph." Bu Jingyun glanced at it coldly, turned around and returned to the blue stone, where he sat cross-legged again.

Jian Chen struggled to his feet, utterly dejected.

His gaze swept over Bu Jingyun and saw Chu Chu in the distance, her face pale with shock.

In an instant, shame and despair gnawed at my heart like venomous snakes, causing excruciating pain.

How can a defeated general speak of bravery?

This is no longer a place to linger; how can I possibly face her again?

"Ah—!!!" Jian Chen roared in pain, turned around and rushed into the vast night, stumbling and staggering like a walking corpse.

"Brother Jianchen!" Chu Chu exclaimed in surprise, her heart in turmoil, and she instinctively wanted to chase after him.

Looking back, she saw Bu Jingyun's expression was as cold as ice. She gritted her teeth and finally stomped her foot, turned around, and chased after the direction where Jian Chen had disappeared.

Jian Chen is in extremely poor condition; if left unchecked, something terrible may happen.

The two left, and the bamboo forest returned to its deathly silence.

Only Bu Jingyun sat alone on the blue stone, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

Suddenly, a figure appeared silently behind them.

Although Bu Jingyun was healing his injuries, he was extremely vigilant and instantly noticed something was amiss.

"Who?!" Startled, he instinctively wanted to turn around and fight back, but before he could raise his arm, a warm hand was already gently placed on his back.

"Don't move."

A gentle, familiar voice rang in his ears, and a rich, mellow, and inexhaustible internal energy flowed into his body through his palm.

When internal force passes through, the surging blood and qi are instantly calmed, and the damaged meridians are repaired rapidly.

Bu Jingyun shuddered, his tense body gradually relaxing, realizing who had come.

Apart from the martial arts legend Wuming, who else could possess such profound and gentle inner strength?

After a moment, Wuming withdrew his palm and slowly exhaled turbid air.

"Thank you." Although Bu Jingyun was arrogant, he clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment.

An anonymous person helped him heal his wounds; this is a debt of gratitude I must express.

"No need for thanks," Wuming walked up to him, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked in the direction Jian Chen had left. His eyes flashed with a complicated look. "Chen'er... his temperament is not yet settled. This defeat may be a kind of training for him."

Bu Jingyun snorted coldly, remaining silent. He had always looked down on Jian Chen, a hothouse flower.

"I'm surprised," Wuming withdrew his gaze and looked at Bu Jingyun, "Your injuries are no longer a big problem. You can go all out in tomorrow's battle."

"Just what I wanted!" Bu Jingyun's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his fighting spirit rising. "Nameless, I will definitely defeat you tomorrow. No one will be able to hold me back!"

Seeing their high morale, Wuming smiled slightly, said nothing more, and disappeared into the bamboo forest in a flash.

Only Bu Jingyun remained, staring at the broken bamboo in his hand, lost in thought.