Qiao Zhenyue grabbed the copper ring with one hand and pulled the rope with the other, clenching his teeth. His hands, neck, and cheeks turned red by three points, as if blood was seeping out of his skin.
When Yan Zhuo saw Qiao Zhenyue looking like this, he had already guessed something in his heart.
Qiao Zhenyue's qi-charged bullfighting magic uses the qi and blood of the whole body to activate the internal energy. Each additional level of the magical power will consume one more qi and blood. When all the qi and blood in the eight extra meridians are activated,
, then the blood all over the body will instantly boil in the blood vessels. Although it can be suppressed by internal strength, once the internal strength is exhausted, the boiling blood all over the body will immediately burst out and explode, and the practitioner will also be broken in an instant.
The body dies, and there is no cure.
Although the golden-topped Taoist priest was holding on to the hemp rope in the strong wind of "Ghost Horn", he could not bear the strong wind force. Even though he held the hemp rope with all his strength, his body could not help but slide outwards, and his two fleshy palms became distorted due to friction.
The flesh and blood were blurred, and the blood soaked in the hemp rope, leaving a sad color.
Qiao Zhenyue was holding the hemp rope with one hand and the copper ring with the other. Even though he was born with supernatural power and his strength was different from ordinary people, he was still struggling in this "ghost horn" at this moment. Although the hemp rope in his hand did not slip, the copper ring
The ring is gradually deforming, and the originally round copper ring is becoming oval little by little.
"Would you like to try the Bullfighting Magic Skill to activate your qi again? The weather on this mountain is extremely cold, maybe you can suppress the heat of your qi and blood."
At this time, Qiao Zhenyue has activated the 10th level of Qi Chong Bullfighting Divine Skill, which is the limit he has tried before. His magical skill has a total of sixteen levels, and the upper and lower meridians in each meridian represent one level, and the skill is
The process of promoting hair growth begins with the two meridians of Yang and Yin, and ends with the two meridians of Zuren and Du.
Qiao Zhenyue activated another level of Qi Rushing Bullfighting Magic, and a cloud of mist suddenly rose up from his forehead, making Yan Zhuo stunned.
This place at this time was an extremely cold place under the strong wind of "Ghost Horn". Qiao Zhenyue's forehead was actually covered with visible mist, which showed how hot the blood in his body was at this moment.
As soon as he mobilized his inner strength, he pulled the hemp rope towards him bit by bit.
Every time he pulled a little bit, the fire in his chest became hotter and hotter, until his chest seemed to be buried in boiling water. This kind of burning feeling all over his body was something he had never experienced in more than 20 years in the world.
Although it was unbearable, it also felt unprecedentedly refreshing, just like drinking a glass of strong wine with fire, so Qiao Zhenyue couldn't help but let go and drink loudly.
As he shouted loudly, the cotton-padded clothes wrapped around his upper body burst open in an instant, revealing the naked skin of his upper body, which was as red as molten iron that had just been boiled in a stove.
When Mu Yunfeng heard Qiao Zhenyue's violent shout, his mood became even more intense, and he tried desperately to push away Lei Jie in front of him, but Lei Jie firmly controlled the two key points on his chest, preventing him from attacking.
Take a step forward.
"Mu Shaoxia, Mu Shaoxia, if you have two more Luo Yu's kung fu, the wind will stop. You believe me, just two more Luo Yu's kung fu!"
As Lei Jie said this, he felt uncertain in his heart. He also hoped that the "Hundred Ghosts' Night Parade" would stop as soon as possible, but this damn strong wind showed no sign of stopping!
Qiao Zhenyue was naked from the waist up in the fierce wind, pulling the golden-topped Taoist bit by bit. Although he was using the 11th level of Qi Chong Bullfighting Magic, the progress of the pulling could still be described as being difficult to move forward.
At this time, he understood why the top masters in history would live in seclusion in wild waterfalls, rift valleys, deserts, snowy mountains, and mountain tops. Because they had no opponents in this world and could only fight against the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in nature.
, use nature as your enemy to hone your martial arts and cultivate your skills.
"Brother, don't be afraid, I'll pull you over right away!"
Qiao Zhenyue said this, as if he was heard by the ghost howling wind, and knew that it was like a declaration of war from it, so he also activated the "Ghost Crying Wolf Howling" of twelve points, carrying the wind and snow, sweeping towards the Jinding Taoist.
.
The wind is like thunder and the snow is like a mad knife.
There was only a "bang" sound, and the wrist-thick hemp rope broke at its roots in the wind and snow. The Jinding Taoist was swept away by the wind and snow in an instant and disappeared. And the ghostly roaring wind seemed to be
Because he was satisfied with winning a living sacrifice from Qiao Zhenyue, he calmed down in the blink of an eye.
However, because of this unexpected turn of events, Qiao Zhenyue had no time to release his strength. He smashed his whole body against the cliff, bumping into all kinds of things, and staggered to the bottom of the cliff. Fortunately, Yan Zhuo had quick eyes and quick hands and caught him.
Qiao Zhenyue got up, stepped on the cliff and used the move "three steps to drive away the cicada" and jumped to Lei Jie's side.
All the Jinding Taoist priests looked at the semi-conscious Qiao Zhenyue, with a mixture of admiration, gratitude, and regret in their hearts.
Being able to successfully escape from danger in this "Night Walk of One Hundred Ghosts" and even save two people in succession, this martial arts skill and chivalrous courage cannot help but be admired, but the senior brother who was swallowed by the snow, alas...
Lei Jie sighed, silently took off his cotton robe and wrapped it around Qiao Zhenyue, and ordered two disciples to help Qiao Zhenyue up, and then headed towards the mountain.
"After passing this ghost gate, the only thing left in Kunlun's natural danger is the plank road. However, the plank road has been continuously repaired by the brothers in the sect in recent years. It is no longer dangerous. Just be careful."
As Lei Jie said this, his eyes lost a bit of elegance, but his face gained a trace of dust.
After that, the terrain of the Kunlun Mountains was indeed as Lei Jie said, with no strange dangers. Although there was wind and snow along the way, there was nothing dangerous. However, Qiao Zhenyue became more and more confused, and his breathing changed.
It was so urgent that it looked like he had been injured in the brain.
"Senior Brother, Gang Leader Qiao's condition seems to be bad. He seems to be out of breath." Jinding Taoist said.
Lei Jie was startled. He quickly turned around and walked to Qiao Zhenyue, scratched his eyelids, yelled at him a few more times, put his hand on his pulse and said, "No, Gang Leader Qiao's heart and lungs are damaged. We have to
Hurry back to the temple."
As he said this, he took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, poured out two pills and said, "This is the small return pill secretly made by the Golden Summit Palace to preserve the heart of Gang Leader Qiao." As he spoke, he took out the two pills.
The medicine was crushed and stuffed into Qiao Zhenyue's mouth.
"Junior brothers, walk quickly, pick up the pace!"
The Golden Summit Taoist priests were already worried about the head of the temple, and because Qiao Zhenyue was seriously injured while trying to save a fellow disciple, they were even more anxious. They all took steps and rushed up the mountain with all their strength.
Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng also alternately supported Qiao Zhenyue with other Jinding disciples from time to time to ensure that they could reach the Jinding Palace as quickly as possible.
But this mountainous place is no better than the flat land. Traveling long distances consumes a lot of energy. The faster you go, the more energy is consumed. However, Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng have never had the experience of this high mountainous place. The higher they go, the harder and harder they go.
I felt it was difficult to breathe, and my steps slowed down involuntarily.
"Brother Yan, why do I feel more and more uncomfortable the longer I walk on this snowy mountain? Why do I feel like I can't breathe after only walking a dozen miles?"
"I don't know either. I also feel that the air in my air is getting less and less. The longer I walk, the less strength I have."
"Why do those Taoist priests from the Golden Summit Palace seem to be fine?"
"Maybe they are used to it after living in this bitter cold place for a long time."
Yan Zhuo and Mu Yunfeng were talking like this, and Lei Jie also noticed that Yan and Mu were already at the back of the team, and he shouted: "Young Master Yan, Young Master Mu, you two must have just come here.
As is customary, I will leave two junior brothers to lead the way for you, and we will take Gang Leader Qiao up the mountain first."
"Okay..." Yan Zhuo was short of breath and couldn't say a word "good" clearly, so he could only nodded solemnly.
Mu Yunfeng was speechless and could only nod. But when he nodded and raised his head, he saw a person standing on the hillside in the distance.
——A giant.
——A giant who is more than ten feet tall (one foot 23.1 centimeters).
