I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Time flows like water, and silently, the hustle and bustle in front of Danhuang Tower has become a thing of the past.

However, worldly grudges and entanglements are ever-present, and in the seemingly peaceful flow of time, they once again stirred up ripples that were difficult to quell.

After leaving Danhuang Tower, Nie Feng led Dugu Meng to a small river outside the town.

The setting sun, like blood, spilled across the shimmering river, adding a touch of poignant warmth to the tranquil twilight.

A gentle breeze ripples across the water, creating shimmering golden light, like the soft groans of time echoing quietly in this world.

The two strolled side by side along the riverbank. A gentle breeze stirred, lifting a few strands of Dugu Meng's hair and brushing lightly against Nie Feng's cheek, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance that stirred ripples in his heart that lingered for a long time.

"Feng..." Dugu Meng stopped and slowly turned around. Her clear, moon-like eyes fell on Nie Feng's left eye, which was covered by an eyepatch. Her tone carried a hint of probing and concern.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

Nie Feng subconsciously reached out and touched the cold eye patch, a bitter smile appearing on his lips: "This was left over from the battle with Xiong Ba in Fengxi Village."

He sighed softly, a hint of melancholy reminiscence flashing deep in his eyes.

"When Xiong Ba chased me here, I took a direct hit from his 'Three-Point Divine Finger'. Although I survived by sheer luck, my left eye was completely ruined."

At this point, he looked at Dugu Meng, his eyes filled with tender affection:

"However, what is an eye compared to the lives of my brothers? Meeting you in this vast sea of ​​people is an immense blessing from heaven."

Hearing Nie Feng's "heartfelt" confession, Dugu Meng sneered inwardly, a barely perceptible hint of mockery hidden deep in her eyes.

"Hmph, you deserve it!"

Although she secretly wished Nie Feng dead, she feigned deep concern, gently stroking his face with her slender hand and softly saying:

"Wind, you've suffered..."

Feeling the soft touch on his cheek, Nie Feng felt a warmth in his heart. He felt that even if he suffered serious injuries, it would be worth it for the woman in front of him.

However, in this warm and enchanting moment, when even the air seemed to freeze—

Whoosh!

The calm river surface suddenly erupted as several dark figures, like water ghosts, leaped out of the icy water, creating a shower of sparkling spray that reflected a chilling glint in the setting sun.

call out!call out!call out!

Several streaks of cold light ripped through the sky, carrying the aura of death, heading straight for Nie Feng and Dugu Meng's vital points.

"Be careful!"

Nie Feng reacted extremely quickly. Almost the instant the shadow darted out, he grabbed Dugu Meng's slender waist and retreated like the wind, his clothes fluttering in the breeze.

Those were several demons dressed in long black robes and wearing hideous ghost masks.

"court death!"

A cold glint flashed in Nie Feng's eyes. While still in mid-air, his legs kicked out with the force of a thunderbolt.

The wind swept away the building, leaving only ruins!

boom! boom! boom!

The countless leg shadows intertwined to form a whirlwind of death, and the force swept out like a gale.

Several Ghost Chakravartins who had just landed had not even had time to stand properly when they were kicked in the chest by this fierce and unparalleled leg technique. They screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily onto the riverbank, kicking up a cloud of dust, and died on the spot.

"Meng, are you alright?"

Upon landing, Nie Feng immediately looked at the beauty in his arms, his eyes filled with concern.

"I...I'm fine..."

Dugu Meng's face was deathly pale, and her delicate body trembled slightly. She seemed to be terrified by this sudden change, and she held tightly to Nie Feng's sleeve, refusing to let go.

"It's good that you're alright." Nie Feng breathed a sigh of relief, then coldly swept his gaze around, exuding a chilling aura of killing intent.

"Who goes there? Stop hiding and show yourself!"

"Hahaha! As expected of the Wind God Legs, it truly lives up to its name!"

A wild and sinister laugh suddenly came from the depths of the dark forest, shaking the leaves and startling a flock of birds into flight.

Before anyone could react, an overwhelmingly powerful blade aura pierced through the air, seemingly cleaving the void in two. It carried a suffocatingly chilling aura, surging through the cold air.

"A master!"

Nie Feng's pupils suddenly contracted as he sensed the terrifying killing intent contained within the blade's energy, and he dared not be careless in the slightest.

Clang!

The Snow Drinking Saber on his back was instantly drawn, its blade gleaming with a chilling light that reflected on his solemn face, revealing an indomitable will.

Ice three feet thick!

A wave of cold air erupted, and the blade flashed like snow, instantly building an indestructible ice wall in front of them, the chill penetrating to the bone.

clang!

The two long swords collided violently in mid-air, producing a deafening clang of metal against metal.

As the powerful energy surged forth, the surrounding vegetation was instantly pulverized, turning into countless fragments that danced mournfully in the wind.

A single strike and they are separated.

Nie Feng landed gracefully, sword at the ready, his gaze fixed intently ahead, his robes fluttering in the strong wind.

A cold-looking young man stood quietly not far away, holding a long black sword.

He stared at Nie Feng with a cold gaze, exuding a composure and ruthlessness beyond his years, as if he were a killing god who had walked out of hell.

"Who are you?"

Nie Feng asked in a deep voice, his voice echoing across the empty riverbank.

The moment he saw the other person's face clearly, a strange feeling inexplicably arose in his heart.

The young man's features bore a striking resemblance to my own when I was young, as if it were a cruel joke played by fate, sending chills down my spine.

"The one who will kill you!"

Jue Tian had no intention of wasting words. His eyes flashed with killing intent, and he swung his black blade again, creating a sharp, piercing sound.

Shadow Kill!

brush!brush!brush!

His figure instantly transformed into several afterimages, each of which unleashed a slash, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. They slashed at Nie Feng from all directions, sealing off all escape routes.

"Such ruthless swordsmanship!"

Nie Feng was startled. Although this sword technique was not as chilling as the Six Secrets of Frost, it was superior in its strangeness and ruthlessness, with each move being fatal.

But at this moment, he still had to protect Dugu Meng behind him and did not want to get entangled with her too much.

A chilling glimpse!

Nie Feng let out a low shout, and the Snow Drinking Blade transformed into a cold, sharp light, heading straight for Jue Tian's true form. The blade's momentum was like a thunderbolt, unstoppable.

clang!clang!clang!

The two exchanged more than ten blows in an instant. Amidst the flashing blades and shadows, the air seemed to be torn apart by the fierce energy, emitting a series of piercing shrieks.

Although Jue Tian's swordsmanship was fierce, he was still young, and his internal strength was ultimately slightly inferior to Nie Feng's at this time.

boom!

After another fierce battle, Jue Tian let out a muffled groan and was forced back several steps, leaving deep imprints on the soil beneath his feet, making him look somewhat disheveled.

Using the force of the recoil, Nie Feng floated backward and landed steadily next to Dugu Meng, his clothes swaying gently in the wind.

"This person is skilled in martial arts and his origins are unknown. Since the dream is here, I should not fight him for long."

"Walk!"

He pulled Dugu Meng up, channeling his inner energy to its limit, and his entire being became like a streak of light cutting through the sky.

Making something out of nothing!

call!

The two figures instantly transformed into a gust of wind, disappearing into the dark woods in the distance, leaving behind only a mess and the gradually dissipating residual energy.

"Trying to run?!" Jue Tian steadied himself and was about to give chase when he discovered that his opponent's speed was astonishing. In the blink of an eye, the opponent had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

"hateful!!"

In a fit of rage, Jue Tian slashed his blade at the boulder beside him, shattering it into pieces. The flying stone fragments reflected on his face, which was filled with malice and resentment.

"Nie Feng! Next time we meet, I will kill you!!"

He stared in the direction where Nie Feng had disappeared, his eyes filled with resentment, and let out a mournful roar on the desolate riverbank.

The mountains and rivers are desolate, and time flows on.

Dozens of miles away, a remote village nestled against the mountains and beside the water, boasts beautiful scenery. It was originally a secluded paradise, and also the place where Bu Jingyun and Yu Chuchu lived in seclusion.

Since losing his Qilin Arm, Bu Jingyun has survived, but his martial arts skills have been greatly diminished, and his personality has become more taciturn, like an ancient stone statue standing in the wind and rain, exuding a desolate feeling of having seen through the world.

At this moment, Chu Chu was busy in the kitchen, simmering Bu Jingyun's favorite fish soup on the stove. The aroma filled the air, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere that added a touch of warmth to the chilly afternoon.

"Brother Yun should be finishing his training soon..."

Chu Chu wiped the sweat from her forehead, her face beaming with a happy smile. The smile looked especially touching in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a wildflower quietly blooming.

Although life is simple and frugal now, she is content as long as she can be with Brother Yun.

boom!

Suddenly, a loud crash came from outside, as if something heavy had hit the yard, shattering the tranquility and the peace she had maintained in her heart.

What followed was a rapid and intense fight, which sounded particularly jarring in the quiet mountain village.

"Brother Yun?!"

Chu Chu was startled, and the spatula in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter". Without thinking, she rushed out of the kitchen, her heart pounding like a drum.

However, when she ran into the yard, she was stunned by what she saw.

The once tidy courtyard was now a mess. The fence was smashed to pieces, the ground was full of potholes of varying depths and messy footprints, and there were even a few shocking pools of blood, which looked particularly tragic under the setting sun, as if it were some kind of ominous omen.

But Bu Jingyun was nowhere to be seen.

"Brother Yun! Brother Yun, where are you?!"

Chu Chu screamed in panic, searching everywhere in the courtyard, even running to the village entrance and to the grove where Bu Jingyun usually practiced his martial arts.

But no matter how she called out or searched, the familiar figure never appeared. Only the rustling of the wind through the leaves seemed to mock her helplessness and desolation, echoing in the empty sky and earth.

"How could this happen... Brother Yun..."

Chu Chu collapsed onto the cold ground, tears streaming down her face.

Although Bu Jingyun lost his Qilin Arm, he is still a top-notch master, and ordinary people cannot hurt him at all.

The fact that the other party could disappear without him even having time to say hello must mean that their strength was extremely terrifying. Thinking of this, she felt a chill run through her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"No! I can't cry here!" Chu Chu quickly wiped away her tears, her eyes hardening.

"Brother Yun must be in trouble! I have to go save him!"

But where could she, a weak woman who knew no martial arts, find someone to help her?

Suddenly, a name flashed through her mind—Nameless.

"Yes! Let's go find Senior Wuming!" Chu Chu seemed to have grasped at the last straw.

"The nameless senior is a legend in the martial arts world and also Brother Yun's elder. He must have a way to save Brother Yun!"

With that thought in mind, she no longer hesitated. She immediately ran back into the house, quickly packed her things, and then sprinted towards the Zhonghua Pavilion. Her slender figure stretched long and thin in the setting sun.