This person Feng Yun Wuji has seen it a few times, and his residence is not far from the innocent cave mansion, but it is not his face that Feng Yun Wuji is really familiar with. It was his familiar divine sense, among the thousands of divine consciousness in the sky above Youming Peak every day, his divine consciousness was the most frequent to visit Fengyun Wuji.

"What should I call you?" Feng Yunji tilted his neck and looked at the man with a smile.

"Didn't your master tell you? The man smiled, stretched out, and rolled slightly: "Bring the things, I will spare your life." ”

"What?"

"Don't pretend to be confused for me, isn't that old ghost going out this time just for the legendary Xuanming Book? Hand it over, I'll let you live, now that the old ghost is dead, no one can cover you anymore." The face of the slasher changed, and he said viciously.

"Are you sure you're talking to me?" Feng Yunji put away his smile and said coldly.

The man didn't speak anymore, just looked at Fengyun Wuji fiercely, one palm spread out.

Flashing flint, Fengyun Wuji didn't say a word, his right foot stomped on the ground, rushing towards the slashing hand like lightning, his right hand held the void, an ice crystal long sword took shape in his hand, and a sword slashed towards the chest of the slashing hand.

"You ......" The slasher was shocked and angry, he didn't expect Feng Yun Wuji to make a sudden move, but how did he know that once Feng Yun Wuji was convinced that the other party was an enemy, he would never bother to talk nonsense. Although the matter was hasty, the skill of the slashing hand was still clearly placed there, and the right hand was placed sideways in front of him like lightning, blocking the path of the ice crystal long sword.

Boom! The ice crystal sword exploded into ice chips with a bang, but the slasher was also blasted away by the sword, and it flipped backwards in the air. There is a way to take advantage of your illness and want your life, Fengyun Wuji summoned it casually, and another ice crystal sword appeared in his hand, his feet flicked each other, and he quickly slashed towards the slashing hand.

"You dare!" The slasher was furious, stabilized his body a little, and immediately slapped out with a palm, and a huge ice palm was printed out of thin air, blasting towards Fengyun Wuji.

The ice crystal long sword flicked on his body, ding ding!! Fengyun Wuji slashed out thousands of attacks in an instant, and forcibly carved out a gap in the giant palm that was square by one zhang, and then rushed up, like a snake, through the palm wind, and slashed towards the eyes of the soul slayer.

Fengyun Wuji is not a chick, in this primeval world, because of the lack of skill, many exquisite moves cannot be used, but after obtaining the whole body power of Yin Wuji, Fengyun Wuji has stood at the same starting point as most people in this world, and even surpasses it in some aspects, such as moves.

Seeing that Fengyun Wuji's ice crystal long sword was about to slash the eyes of his hand, at this moment, two fingers suddenly appeared in Fengyun Wuji's eyes, as if they had existed since ancient times, and with a slight clamp, the ice crystal long sword was firmly embedded, and it could no longer move forward.

The face of the slasher was cold, and the other hand came out like lightning, gently flicking on the ice crystal long sword, and a terrible ghost roar spread from the palm of the slashing hand, accompanied by the black mist oozing from the right hand, and surged along the ice crystal long sword towards the hilt.

Instinctively, Fengyun Wuji noticed that there was something strange in this black mist, and without waiting for the black mist to spread to his body, he immediately made a decision, and with a click, the ice crystal long sword that was purely condensed by cold qi broke off with the handle. But the palm of the slashing hand was already angry, and he saw Fengyun Wuji get out and retreat backwards, where he was willing to let him leave so easily. The long sword held in his left hand folded in reverse and popped out quickly.

The evil sword that had been dyed black broke through the sky with the slightest sound, and quickly bounced towards Fengyun Wuji.

Feng Yun Wuji took a long breath, the robe on his body swelled violently, and then in the stunned eyes of the slashing hand, his chest slowly deflated, fluttering in the wind like a piece of paper, and the broken sword that should have shot his head actually pressed against his bulging chest and grazed it, and it disappeared into an ice peak not far away, and exploded.

"Bastard, who threw the human sword?!" A man with a hideous face rose from the ice peak, stood in the void, and shouted, "Return my cave!"

Just when Fengyun Wuji avoided the strange sword of the slashing hand with the catkins with the wind, an object was thrown from his chest and was taken by the man who was in a rage.

"The Book of the Underworld?" the man read subconsciously.

The face of the slasher changed, he looked at the man in the void, and said anxiously: "Moon Demon, that's not your thing, give it back to me quickly." ”

Fengyun Wuji's face also changed, and he subconsciously put a membrane on his chest, where is the booklet left by Yu Wuji. At the tentacles, it was smooth, and the chest robe that originally covered the body was long gone, leaving only a trace of corrosion. Even Fengyun Wuji didn't notice it.

Fengyun Wuji looked at the slashing hand, his eyes became extremely unvigilant for a while, the strange fog had just been rubbed, and it had not yet touched a large hole in the corroded clothes of Yu Ran, if this really hit, then what should it be?

As for that book, Feng Yun Wuji didn't care very much, the Xuan Ming Book only had the next volume, and the power was greatly reduced, and the content of the book Feng Yun Wuji had already memorized it, so he didn't care much about the loss of this book.

Fengyun Wuji doesn't care, it doesn't mean that others don't care either, the words 'Xuanming Book' came out, the man suddenly regretted it, looked around, and sure enough, there were faint figures around him, and dozens of people pressed in the direction where Fengyun Wuji and the others were.

Fengyun Wuji suddenly felt the pressure on his body doubled, and under the gaze of so many people, he was suppressed by a heavy breath, even if his strength had increased dramatically now, he was still struggling.

"What do you want to do? I got this book first, and no one dares to rob me. The Moon Demon tightly grabbed the Xuanming Secret Book and stuffed it into his arms.

Bump! Bump!

There were two muffled sounds, and an old man in his sixties with cold eyes, long and smooth to his chest, a long robe, and a green jade wrench on the thumb of his right hand pushed away the two people in front of him, walked out, and said in a cold voice: "Moon Demon, this thing is not something you can digest, hand it over." ”

"Hmph, Yin and Yang Sanren, you don't want to take it by force. The Moon Demon glared at the old man.

"What do you think?" Yin Yang Sanren raised a finger, and a little black light flashed on the tip of his finger.

The Moon Demon's pupils constricted, staring at the black mang, and said in his mouth: "Yin and Yang Sanren, if you really dare to make a move, you and I will meet in the future, and we will never die." ”

"Do you threaten the old man?" Yin Yang Sanren's face changed, and he said hatefully: "It's up to you to dare to provoke us." ”

As soon as Yin Yang Sanren's words fell, seven people from different fat, short, tall and thin immediately walked out behind him.

"Seven to one, what do you think? What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me? ”

"Really?" a faint voice floated out, and everyone changed color, who had the courage to speak out at this time. Yin and Yang Sanren are already difficult, and if there are seven more evil masters, no one will dare to provoke them easily.

Everyone looked around, and the wind and clouds were unscrupulous, and they could hear from the sound that it was coming from under their feet, and they looked down when they heard the words. A handsome man in his thirties below, dressed in a fluttering white suit and with a snow-colored long sword hanging from his waist, walked towards the air without hurrying.

Although there is only one person, the wind and color overwhelm the momentum of everyone, and between heaven and earth, it seems that there is only this person and this sword. Even the dark clouds in the sky that have not dispersed for many years seem to have turned white.

At the moment when this person appeared, the originally arrogant Yin and Yang Sanren, when that person broke through the ice and snow, walked through the void, and came on foot, it became very, very ugly, and his whole body turned wildly, and his right hand condensed the eight success powers, and he could shoot accurately at any time.

"Simon, Simon is ...... north!!"

The man raised his head, under his long snow-white hair, his eyes were as cold as ice, this was not a deliberate kind, but a kind of cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"Do you want to do something to me?"

Yin Yang Sanren shuddered, and subconsciously took a step back.

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