Chapter 23 Big and unmovable fundamental printing

"Are you the wind and clouds?" Fengyun Wuji had just climbed over a green mountain, and there were many figures in front of him, and more than a dozen men in white clothes with cold faces suddenly appeared.

"Who are you? Why did you stop me from the road? Feng Yun Wuji shouted.

The twelve people automatically dispersed and faintly surrounded Feng Yun Wuji's way.

"That's right, brother, according to rumors, there is no doubt that the mysterious book should be in his hands."

Another man in white took a look at Fengyun Wuji and said loudly.

"Xuan Ming Book, are you here for Xuan Ming Book?" Feng Yun Wuji was shocked and said.

"That's right, it's him!" The leader shouted, and the twelve people were in a row, which had already surrounded Fengyun Wuji.

With a muffled, the robes of the ten people in the knife field flew, and a domineering breath burst out of his body. The twelve invisible knives were crissscrossed, completely sealing all the activity space of Fengyun Wuji.

The invisible pressure is like Mount Tai on the shoulder mountain, and it is abruptly pressing down the wind and clouds.

"Ah!" Fengyun Wuji shouted loudly, and the unparalleled sword burst out of his body, abruptly resisting the knife spirit of the twelve people.

"Drink! Go down!" The twelve of them felt that their faces were pale. They suddenly shouted, released the knife gas with all their strength, and fell to the ground with Fengyun Wuji.

Boom! Like a meteor, thirteen people fell to the ground and blew away a large piece of soil.

"Don't try to escape. No one has ever been able to resist what people in the knife field want to do!" The master of Dao Dao stared at Feng Yun Wuji and shouted coldly.

"What are you going to do?" Fengyun Wuji shouted angrily. Each of the twelve people's internal strength was no worse than his. If they were tied again, he could not compete at all. Here, Fengyun Wuji's legs had firmly fallen into the ground. The sword spirit and the breath of the sword were restrained, making him unable to get out at all.

"Bang! Bang!" A burst of applause came from the side. Everyone looked up, but saw a handsome man slowly walking down from the void: "The people of the knife field are really a good means. This time, for the sake of the Xuan Ming book, they actually sent the twelve of the knife field to catch a newcomer who has practiced martial arts for less than three years, haha... It

"People in the Demon Realm? What are you doing here?" Among the twelve, a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes came out and glared at the man.

"We will do whatever you do.

This man, we want it in the magic realm.

"Get out of here!" The powerful knife master shouted, pressed his right hand on the scabbard, and said word by word, "Or, die!" As soon as the word dead came out, the twelve people quickly spread out evenly at the same time, still surrounding Fengyun Wuji in the middle. At the same time, twelve cold lights burst out of the scabbard, and the unparalleled knife practice went straight to the mysterious master of the demon realm and the six men who appeared behind him.

The man in the magic realm changed his face and shouted, "Go back!" The feet swayed and retreated. At the same time, a punch came out, and a tide-like black fog blasted out with the fist, going straight to the twelve unparalleled knives.

sneer! The unparalleled knife cut the black fog like cutting cloth, and still split forward, but after the black fog, the six people in the demon realm have won a little time and flashed out of the knife range.

Boom! The mountain stone broke, and behind the six people in the demon realm, twelve and long knife marks were left on the hard rock mass.

A strong breath quietly enveloped the space where everyone is in, quietly from nothingness with the momentum of Lingyuan.

Twelve of Daoyu felt something, and looked up at the top of the huge high mountain at the same time.

A long-haired man sat obliquely on a stubborn stone on the top of the mountain, leaning forward, a pair of clear eyes looked down coldly, and a wide robe danced like a butterfly in the wind.

"Wind demon?!!" Daoyu's face changed wildly and exclaimed, "Why are you here!" A set of wind demon world secrets practiced by the wind demon. The martial arts have entered the realm of transformation, and they have a lot of reputation in the demon realm. As soon as this person appeared, the twelve dragons of the knife field asked themselves not to be the enemy, and they have retreated in their hearts.

"Ha ha... Is it a knife domain?" Feng Mo combed his long hair with one hand, with an evil smile on the corners of his mouth: "If you want to compete with me, I'm afraid you are not qualified enough."

After saying that, he jumped down gently from the air, and the faces of the twelve swords in the field changed dramatically. The people looked at each other and took action at the same time. The twelve unparalleled rainbows went straight to the top of the mountain.

The wind demon sneered, in the air, turned gently, flashed a knife, and then rolled, which had turned into a strong wind blowing down from the top of the peak.

No matter how these twelve swordsmen move their knives, they can't hit the man who is already in the wind.

A sharp wind, like a silver snake, quickly circled around the necks of the twelve people, and then appeared behind the twelve people.

"Tut-tut! ...It tastes pretty good!" The man put the middle finger of his right hand into his mouth, sucked it very happily, and sneered at the same time.

Puff! Puff! ... The twelve people who remained motionless and kept the posture of splitting the knife, their bodies trembled, and then blood gushed out of the pores of the whole body, and dyed the snow-white clothes red in an instant.

Twelve men's eyes were wide open, and they looked at the sky as if they couldn't believe it, and fell down stiffly... "The secret of the wind demon world is that the blood in the body is detonated by his own power. How much the action is, how much is the injury!" The man turned around and looked at Feng Yun Wuji: "Xuan Ming Book, give it to me!" The twelve men who forced Fengyun Wuji from the sky were actually killed by a man known as the wind demon, which made Fengyun Wuji almost unable to believe his eyes.

Looking at the kind smile of the wind demon, Feng Yun Wuji couldn't help but shud.

Weighing the stakes, Fengyun Wuji felt that he was not an opponent. He took out the second book of Xuanming from his arms. The two fingers in the food picked up this book that made the people in the Daoyu and the demon realm competed with the bloodshed, and said calmly, "Xuanming Book, right? Just give it to you, as long as you answer me a question.

When Fengyun Wuji took out the mysterious book, a greedy look flashed in the eyes of the wind demon.

"Don't give it to him!" A man appeared silently behind Feng Yun Wuji and said in a low voice.

Fengyun Wuji was shocked. He didn't realize the person who appeared behind him at all. It was not until the man made a sound that he realized it.

"A free and scattered person?! Do you want to get involved in my magic realm?!" The wind demon was furious when he heard the words.

The man slowly walked to Fengyun Wuji. He was wearing an old white robe, barefoot, and a rare bald head on his head. His appearance was very ordinary. His whole body was completely free of master's temperament. The only outstanding place was his divine eyes, which had the breath close to nature. .

"People in the demon realm act brutally, all according to their preferences. This little friend must not give them the mysterious book, otherwise there will be more harm."

Dazi Sanren bowed to Fengyun Wuji and whispered.

"You're looking for death!" The wind demon shouted angrily, turned into the wind, and disappeared into the void.

"It's so comfortable that it doesn't move the fundamental printing method!" Dazi's hands were folded, his body bowed slightly, and he shouted. The gray old robe suddenly collapsed like steel, and an invisible true qi burst out of his body, forming a strange defense of octagonal outside his body.

Just as the free man sacrificed his original free and unmoving fundamental seal, Feng Yun Wuji suddenly had a strange feeling: the inconspicuous middle-aged man in front of him seemed to be rooted in the earth and integrated with the earth under his feet. He is the earth, and the earth is him, which can't be shaken at all.

The wind roared, crisscrossing in the void. After passing here, even the ground below has plowed out deep ditches.

However, no matter how the wind demon looks for it, it can't find a flaw in this big free man.

"Well, I can't break through your great self-inhabitance. Take this mysterious book when you cut it. The people in my demon realm will come to pick it up at any time. Humph, see you later. I hope that the next time I see you, you still have a life..." The voice of the wind demon is getting smaller and smaller