When Hu Qingpeng closed his eyes and fell to his feet, Xuanzong calmed his fingers and shouted in a low voice: "It's started!" pointed out Rufeng, and poked heavily on his Qihai acupoint. Hu Qingpeng felt a stinging pain in Qihai acupoint, like fire flowing through his body, almost igniting blood. Xuanzong pointed his fingers and slapped seventy-two breaths in one breath, and poured his own skills into his seventy-two key acupoints. He then stopped and his face turned a little golden, clearly consuming a considerable amount of true energy.

Hu Qingpeng suddenly accepted such a strong skill, felt his whole body full of infinite power, jumped up and said in surprise and joy: "Master, didn't you say that you would let me ban my skills and practice? Why can I still drive the true energy in my body at this moment?"

While secretly regulating the mind method, Xuanzong replied: "The effect of the true qi lock of the Nether God will not appear until twelve hours. At this time tomorrow, the true qi in your body will be completely imprisoned and cannot be driven, and will become like ordinary people. Before you break through the imprisonment of the true qi lock of the Nether God, you cannot practice any internal energy mental methods, because your major acupoints can no longer store true qi. The only way to restore your skills is to try to unlock these three levels of prohibition!"

Hu Qingpeng asked, "Then how should I do it?"

Xuanzong said: "The methods of practice vary greatly, vary from person to person, and they all rely on the practitioners to understand it themselves. I cannot answer it for you. I just want to remind you that even when you reach the critical moment of life and death, you must never give up!"

Hu Qingpeng's heart moved and murmured: "At the moment of life and death..." It seemed that he had captured a trace of inspiration, but he was vaguely unable to explain clearly, and it was mysterious and mysterious.

Xuanzong said: "Every practitioner of this sect has cared for the important task of traveling around the world and practicing his mind. Before you go down the mountain, I will also give you a task, hoping that you can complete it within three years."

Hu Qingpeng bowed his body and said, "Please ask the master for instructions!"

Xuanzong's expression changed, and he unconsciously showed his domineering aura of looking down on the world. He slowly said: "No matter how others comment, when you go to the martial arts world today, the only master Jun Wangyou is qualified to be my opponent! Jun Wangyou's martial arts cultivation is shocking and highly praised by people in Baidao. I have long wanted to compete with him to see who is the number one person in the world? Unfortunately, Jun Wangyou's divine dragon has no beginning and end, and it is impermanent, and I cannot leave the God of War Palace for too long to search for his whereabouts. Therefore, I want you to find Jun Wangyou, give me a letter of war on my behalf, and invite him to the top of Bayankala Mountain for a while!" As the saying goes, "There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts." All those who practice martial arts have the idea of ​​competing, and Xuanzong cannot avoid the vulgarity.

Hu Qingpeng was stunned, and the scene of the duel between the two top masters of the world was transformed into his mind. He couldn't help but be fascinated, and he was excited and said loudly: "Don't worry, Master, I will definitely send your war letter to Jun Wangyou!"

Xuanzong looked down at his iron fists and said leisurely: "Life is so lonely, and it is so cold that it is so cold! You forget your worries, don't let me down!" In his plain tone, there was incomparable fighting spirit and confidence.

Hu Qingpeng felt the desire for battle by Xuanzong, and then thought about the strong opponent and difficulties he was about to face, so he calmed down immediately. Cheng Ying hated him to the core and was in a strong power in the holy city. Once he learned that he had left the seclusion, he would definitely send someone to assassinate him. Although he had endured some of the power of Xuanzong, his true energy would be locked down in twelve hours, which was no different from ordinary people. How could he escape the other party's pursuit? He had to escape from Cheng Ying's sphere of influence within twelve hours, otherwise a disaster would come. With this in mind, he was reluctant to waste a little more time and said aloud: "Master, if there is no other important order, please allow me to go down the mountain immediately!"

Xuanzong saw through his thoughts at first sight and smiled: "Are you worried that Cheng Ying would do something? I won't interfere in your affairs. But considering that you are not rich and isolated, you can leave the holy city from a secret tunnel. But after leaving the city, you have to rely on yourself!"

Hu Qingpeng was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master!" This secret tunnel is an underground passage reserved when the Holy City was established. When the Holy City was besieged by the enemy, the believers could withdraw from now on. Only the leader knew its entrances and exits and mechanisms. He paused and asked carefully: "Don't you know about Elder Yiwufeng?" During these three years, he was isolated from the world, deliberately buried the beautiful figure deep, devoted himself to martial arts cultivation, and did not inquire about the life and death of Yiwufeng. Now that he was re-entered, the longing he had accumulated for many years surged into his heart, making his heart as strong as a King Kong tremble. He hoped to hear her safety, but also feared that he had encountered misfortune and was extremely complicated.

Xuanzong shook his head and frowned, "After she fell into the water and disappeared in Wumeng Mountain, my disciples searched every corner of Wumeng Mountain, and neither found her bones nor the weapon, the Pure Land Magic Flute. After three years, her life and death are still not confirmed, which is quite strange!"

Hu Qingpeng felt ache in his heart, as if he was stabbed by a sword, and his eyes immediately turned red. With such a power of the Demon Sect, it would be absolutely unlucky to find Yi Wufeng within three years! The river where she fell was turbulent and mud rolled, I am afraid that 99% of her was buried in the mud at the bottom of the river. He closed his eyes gently, as if he saw the coldness and elegance of Yi Wufeng dancing with swords and playing with flowers, proudly emerged from the world, ruthlessness and determination when facing the enemy, confidence and calmness, peace and gentleness when snuggling with each other, like the deep affection of the sea... The pain in his heart was getting hurt, and tears were flowing unconsciously.

If it were three years ago, he would definitely commit suicide and follow his beloved person underground. But now he is just starting to achieve martial arts and is about to break through the world and achieve hegemony. He is also shouldering the mission of reversing the decline of the Demon Cult and avoiding the destruction of the Nine Barbarians. How could he easily say death? Since the moment he became a disciple of Xuanzong, his life has not only belonged to him, but must bear the responsibility of the leader's heir. At this moment, although he was heartbroken, he did not have the idea of ​​dying.

On the contrary, the living yu hope has never been so strong. He wants to use his actions to prove that Yi Wufeng's original choice was not wrong. The man she loved was an outstanding figure who was in power and would never insult her! Moreover, the murderer who killed Yi Wufeng still lived in the world safely, which is what he most unbearable. He wants to avenge Yi Wufeng and use the blood of his enemies to commemorate her spirit in heaven. This unforgettable hatred will never be forgotten from his heart.

He silently wiped away the tears from his face, opened his eyes, and a sharp light shot out from his eyes, with a firm and calm expression, as if he had never felt any sadness and sorrow. He said in a deep voice: "There is not much time, I have said goodbye!"

Xuanzong said: "I will give you a last sentence - 'Those who are determined to travel thousands of miles will not be able to be attached to their feet without the middle way; those who are seeking the four seas will not be careful to cause great harm'! Since ancient times, those who have accomplished great things do not care about small matters and are not bound by love. You must remember that your fate is up to you and not by heaven!"

"Ka..." The secret door at the exit of the secret passage slowly closed and merged with the surrounding rock walls, without any distinction.

Hu Qingpeng couldn't help but admire the designer's ingenuity. He turned around and saw a white light shining in front of him, with glaciers scattered and snow-capped mountains rising and falling, and there was no sign of life activity. It was noon at this time, and the sun was shining directly, and the melted snow water gathered into countless streams, circling down the mountain, making a tinging sound. Before leaving, he took a sword from the God of War Palace to protect him. If he met a snow leopard or a wild wolf on the way, it would be better to have a sword in his hand than not. After seeing the direction of the terrain, he pondered for a moment, jumped up and ran along the direction of the fall of the stream.

As soon as he ran out for several miles, Hu Qingpeng's heart suddenly had an uneasy shadow, as if someone was peeping at him. He frowned and looked around with all his eyes, but he didn't notice anything unusual. Could it be that he was suspicious? He shook his head and continued to run forward, sweeping out of the corner of his eyes. He accidentally saw a blurry black shadow on the snow moving quickly with him. He was shocked and immediately looked up at the sky. In the blue sky, a white snow sculpture flapped its wings and soared, always hovering above his head, drawing strange symbols in the air.

Hu Qingpeng was both shocked and suspicious. It seemed that this snow sculpture was following him closely. Ninety percent of it was driven by Cheng Ying and was specially sent to follow him! Otherwise, the wild ordinary snow sculpture would not have such a strange move. But the matter of his departure from the mountain was limited to the people of the War God Palace. How did Cheng Ying get the news and start the action immediately? Could it be that Cheng Ying's insider in the War God Palace, and the news was spread out as soon as possible? This is probably the most reasonable explanation!

Hu Qingpeng was secretly awe-inspiring. Cheng Ying was really powerful and could even bribe the people around Xuanzong! It was obvious to the snow field. No matter which direction he fled, he could not get rid of the snow sculptures tracked in the sky. Cheng Ying's people could only encircle him by following the instructions of the snow sculptures. Especially since he was not familiar with the terrain, he didn't know where the enemy's weak links were, and he could not choose the right breakthrough route. He might crash into someone's ambush circle. Moreover, his true energy was twelve hours later.

It will be completely locked, which is a fatal weakness. The only advantage at present is that the eagle cannot use the secret passage and must bypass the exit of the valley at the other end, which will be far behind him. Before the true energy is locked, he can only run as far as possible. Once he is caught up by the enemy, the consequences will be unimaginable. He is raising his energy and running with no reservations. His body is filled with the true energy transmitted by Xuanzong, and he is running hard at this moment, just like a gust of wind and lightning, flying across the vast snowfield.

Hu Qingpeng ran for nearly three hours, and I don’t know how many miles he ran. The trickle of stream in front of him had already turned into a surging mountain stream. The terrain had been reduced a lot, with black rocks and white ice and snow mixed. From time to time, you can see several clusters of green plants and wild goats jumping on the dangerous cliffs. The sun gradually sinks, the night falls, and countless stars flash in the night sky, like crystal clear gems, which can be touched by the fingertips. The biting cold wind begins to roar on the plateau.

He once pretended to be dead on the way, trying to lure the snow sculpture down and kill it, but it was not fooled. It always circled high in the sky and couldn't get rid of it, making him feel so angry that his teeth itched. He ran wildly along the way and consumed a lot of energy. He chewed a few bites of ice and snow, rested in a cave for two hours, and then got up and continued on the road.

Hu Qingpeng walked east along the river bank. When the sky turned slightly white, an iron chain bridge spanning the glacier appeared in front of him. The cable bridge was about twenty feet long and consisted of thirteen iron chains. The two ends of the chain ran through thick rocks, trembling slightly in the cold wind. A layer of thin ice condensed on the chain, which looked slippery and was backing the roaring river at the bottom of the bridge. It was really terrifying.

Hu Qingpeng's heart moved, God really helped me! If he crossed the bridge and cut off the iron cable after he arrived on the other side, even if the enemy had the ability to reach the sky and the earth, he might not be able to catch up! He did as soon as he wanted to do it, and his body shook and jumped onto the iron cable bridge.

Just as he walked into the middle of the cable bridge, Hu Qingpeng's heart suddenly appeared, and he felt four cold murderous auras rising from the sky, and someone set up an ambush here! He couldn't help but regret it, and he was careless and unscrupulous, and rashly stepped into the killing situation set by the enemy. He was in a dilemma and the situation was extremely dangerous. He stopped suddenly, remained motionless like a mountain, and said coldly: "Cheng Ying, are you here?"

I saw figures flashing, and two people jumped out from both ends of the cable bridge, both of which were strong men with high temples. Facing Hu Qingpeng, one was full of flesh on his face, holding a mace in his hand, and the other was dressed as an ascetic, barefoot and single-clothed, holding a demon-subduing pestle. They were the masters who were following Cheng Ying on that day. The big man with flesh on his face sneered: "Hehe, why should you take action to kill you? The young master is indeed as expected. You will surely go down the river. Once you find this cable bridge, you will definitely be moved, and you want to cross the river and destroy the bridge to avoid our pursuit. Unfortunately, Monkey King could not escape the palm of the Tathagata Buddha. Today is your death!"

Hu Qingpeng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. If Cheng Ying was also present, he would not be sure to escape. Of course, the four people who attacked him were all first-class experts. Under normal circumstances, he could have the upper hand one-on-one, but one-on-two would probably lose, let alone one-on-four at the moment! Cheng Ying did not underestimate his martial arts, but was quite cautious, striving to be 100% sure to kill him on the cable bridge. However, Cheng Ying had no choice but to calculate that Xuanzong was willing to damage his true energy and passed some of his skills to him. This unexpected variable made Cheng Ying's plan full of loopholes.

Hu Qingpeng sneered and said to himself: "Cheng Ying, I not only want to break your killing situation, but also teach your subordinates a lesson. Never be too arrogant!" He immediately raised a long roar to the sky, pulled out the long sword behind him, pointed the tip of the sword straight at the enemy in front of him, and said proudly: "I don't kill the nameless people under my sword, and report it to me if you have a name!"

The man with a fat face spitted and said squawkishly: "Your grandpa is the Crazy Lion Tieba!"

The ascetic monk said word by word: "Dark, Demon, Brahma, Moon!"

"Nine Nether Snake Demon Zhan Lin!"

"Blood spear concealed the face!"

Behind Hu Qingpeng, a man and a woman shouted. The four of them and the swordsman who assassinated Hu Qingpeng three years ago were both characters in the "Seven Shura". They had extremely high martial arts skills and were the top killer trained by Cheng Ying for many years.

Hu Qingpeng was not afraid, and silently used the "Story of Destroying the World and Overlords", and suddenly stepped on it, bounced into the sky like an eagle, and rushed to the other end of the cable bridge with a man and a sword.

"Kill him!"

Tieba shouted loudly, but did not show off his power, but stood shoulder to shoulder with Fan Yue at the bridge, waiting for Hu Qingpeng to rush over. Zhan Lin at the other end, Meng Lieyan danced a long whip, an iron spear, and rushed to the bridge like a whirlwind. Senhan's murderous aura swept towards Hu Qingpeng's vital points behind him.

In the blink of an eye, Hu Qingpeng rushed to the bridge like a god. His sword trembled rapidly, as if a dazzling ball of light exploded in the air. Thousands of sword lights burst out at the same time. The sharp sword energy ruthlessly slashed towards Tieba, Fan Yue and the others.

Tieba and Fan Yue were shocked. Unexpectedly, the enemy was young and used to understand swordsmanship to the realm of unity of human and sword. Before the sword reached, the bone-breathing sword energy had already captured the soul. If the reaction was a little slower, he would definitely have to hate the sword! They roared in unison, one swung the baton and hit the enemy's shoulders, and the other iron pestle went straight in, crashing into the sword light like an angry dragon.

He heard two loud noises, and Hu Qingpeng's long sword almost hit the opponent's weapons in no order. Even though Fan Yue's lower plate was calm, the enemy's true energy was unexpectedly powerful, like an angry tide slamming the shore, forcing him to take several steps back, his throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out. He forced the blood in his mouth, wondering why Tieba could not hold on, but Hu Qingpeng held the sword in both hands and shouted in the air: "Broken Dragon Horn!" A flash of sword light, a white light cut the void and slashed at Tieba's head quickly and extremely powerful. It turned out that forcing Fan Yue to retreat was Hu Qingpeng's strategy. He wanted to deal with this crazy lion with all his strength and let Tieba taste his power!

"Ten Dragon-Slaying Axes!" Tieba exclaimed in a flash, jumped back quickly, and at the same time swung his mace to protect the space above like a wheel.

The "Broken Dragon Horn" and "Broken Dragon Head" are the most powerful moves among the ten dragon-slaying axes. Hu Qingpeng used his sword. Although it was only 70% powerful, he had some of the skills of Xuanzong to help him, which was enough to make up for the shortcomings. How could Tieba resist it? The sword light fell, and the mace was broken into two pieces. As the blood light splattered, one of Tieba's right arm was cut off shoulder-to-shoulder. Tieba screamed and fell to the ground and fainted.

Hu Qingpeng did not hesitate, turned over and jumped out of the cable bridge, and threw himself into the rushing rapids. At this moment, Zhan Lin and Meng Lieyan arrived. Zhan Lin shouted, "Where to go!" The long whip flew out and rolled towards Hu Qingpeng's ankle.

Hu Qingpeng shrank rapidly, and the long whip shaking like a snake, becoming straight as a javelin, and the whip head full of true energy whistled. Hu Qingpeng slashed out with a backhand, just at the end of the long whip's tail, and his whole body was shocked. He opened his mouth and sprayed countless blood rain, falling into the ice river, and disappeared in an instant.
Chapter completed!