Feng Lieshan's whole body trembled, he jumped up suddenly, and retreated as quickly as if he had seen a ghost, heading straight to the door of the tent. The statue-like Wei Wuliang suddenly turned into a blue-blue ghost shadow, and flew up in an instant.

Feng Lieshan roared, and a 33 to silver-white light suddenly appeared in his hand, which was the flying knife he was carrying.

The old Wei Wuliang laughed silently, his wrinkled face twisted into a moldy walnut, the black light in his hand rolled back, and then shot towards Feng Lieshan's eyebrows at a faster speed, and then, the same 33 flying knives flew out of the sleeve of the Dharma Protector.

The silver light exploded, and Feng Lieshan's flying knife shattered along with his protective qi, and 34 black streams of light directly locked onto the vital points of his whole body, vowing to shoot him into a sieve. A golden thunder light lit up on Feng Lieshan's body again, and a golden armor appeared on him, bounced away 34 rays of light.

"Heh! Two treasures above the mysterious weapon, hidden deep enough, boy!" Wei Wuliang was full of murderous intent, and stood in front of Feng Lieshan like a god. Elder Feng's face changed wildly, and finally his face turned pitch black.

"How is that possible......? It should be foolproof!" Elder Feng has realized that his plan has been exposed, his plan to silently eliminate Mr. Demon Heart's lineage through the secret realm exploration has been exposed, and even his plan to monopolize the treasure of the secret realm and use it as capital to compete for the power of the Demon Pavilion. He looked at Wei Wuliang with an ugly face, his eyes rolled from side to side, and he mobilized all his ingenuity to figure out how to escape from here.

"Foolproof, hehe!" Wei Wuliang let out a burst of laughter like an old owl: "Originally, it was foolproof, but Lei Wanhua is dead!"

"Dead?!" Feng Lieshan was shocked, Lei Wanhua was the most important assistant in his entire plan, and even his future wife and concubine, Feng Lieshan dared to inform Lei Wanhua of the plan to kill the elders of the sect, it was enough to see his trust in this person. Feng Lieshan didn't know that Lei Wanhua was pretending to be a poisonous concubine, he only knew that this person seemed to be interesting to him, and seemed to be carried away by some kind of emotion, and could do everything for him recklessly. If Lei Wanhua was alive, he still had some ambition to fight for the authority of the Demon Wei Pavilion, and he could still show his strength within the sect, but as soon as Lei Wanhua died, he, Feng Lieshan, immediately felt that he was all enemies, and it was difficult to support him alone, and his heart was shaken for a while, and his feet were in chaos.

"yes, dead. Wei Wuliang repeated with a smile, taking advantage of Feng Lieshan's shaking heart and chaos, he slammed his fist into his face.

There was no sound from that punch, and not a single ghost came out of the Dharma Protector's fist, only an explosive and violent wind, transparent and colorless, wrapped around the fist, and tore the entire tent to pieces without a sound. A colorless transparent force field of mental disturbance quietly shrouded around the fist, and before the fist touched Feng Lieshan, it invaded his brain, transforming into all kinds of terrifying illusions to further confuse his mind. In the face of this blow that was completely in line with the way of "breaking the mystery", Feng Lieshan had no way to react, let alone resist, and there was a difference of twenty times between him and Wei Wuliang.

It stands to reason that with such a punch, the Gangfeng of the "Breaking Xuan" realm should blow Feng Lieshan's head in its entirety, but just before Wei Wuliang's fist was about to touch the tip of Feng Lieshan's nose. A small, boxy seal suddenly appeared in front of Feng Lieshan, just blocking Wei Wuliang's fist.

A golden flash of lightning exploded on the ground, followed by a slight, sharp explosion. The small seal that could be suspended in the air collided with Wei Wuliang's big fist, and it shattered into four pieces in just a moment of contact. A storm composed entirely of the purest thunder and lightning energy in the heavens and the earth exploded and spread out in an instant, and the huge recoil force shook the Xuanxuan Breaking Blow of the Hedao master.

"Xuanqi, no, it's a light weapon!" Wei Wuliang withdrew his hand, which was numb from the shock, and pounced on it with red light in his eyes. Light, that's a good thing about the luck of a sect!

Feng Lieshan's qi and blood shook suddenly, and a mouthful of boiling blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, and even a trace of red blood oozed from his eye sockets. The mind that had been silently invaded by the ghost gang wind suddenly regained its clarity under the effect of a fierce and incomparable pain gushing out of his chest and abdomen. Feng Lieshan's originally loose and cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp and alert, his pupils shrank sharply, and he realized at this moment that the dignified Demon Mighty Pavilion Protector actually attacked a small distraction elder in his disregard of his identity and dignity!

There was no time to accuse Wei Wuliang of his unscrupulous behavior, Feng Lieshan followed the momentum generated by the seal explosion and retreated extremely quickly, his speed almost reached the speed of sound, and in the blink of an eye, he was 400 steps away, and at this time, everything in the camp of the Demon Wei Pavilion was no different from usual.

Feng Lieshan retreated, while Wei Wuliang quickly caught up. Twenty years higher than the other party, he wouldn't think about the ridiculous question that Feng Lieshan, a "little" cub, could escape from his palm. Wei Wuliang, who was a lot older, just dodged, and reappeared less than a foot in front of Feng Lieshan.

For the monks who used hidden weapons in the Demon Pavilion, a distance of one zhang was equivalent to being under the direct attack of the opponent's weapon.

"Boy, where are you going to run?" Wei Wuliang copied his hands and looked at Feng Lieshan, who had just run out of vitality, with a sneer: "Obediently go back to the deity and explain clearly, and I can leave you a whole corpse that is almost embarrassing." ”

"......" Feng Lieshan opened his mouth and didn't say a word, his eyes were a desperate gray color at this time, and there was no longer a little light. Just behind Wei Wuliang, a gray figure quietly followed, it was Feng Lieshan who had not yet had time to deal with, the last of the four elders, Kongtong.

This distracted elder wore an ordinary gray robe, a black belt around his waist, and a smirking mask on his face all the year round, looking extremely eerie. He silently appeared behind Wei Wuliang, and the aura around him converged, and it was not revealed at all, but the footsteps that he did not deliberately hide still made Wei Wuliang notice. The Dharma Protector even glanced back at him, and then moved his gaze back to Feng Lieshan.

Slightly admired Feng Lieshan's desperate expression. Wei Wuliang pretended to sigh and said in a pretended sad voice: "Lieshan, Lieshan, where did ......the Demon Wei Pavilion treat you badly? Have such a mind?" His expression was too similar, and the transparent ghostly wind that quietly emanated from her body silently affected Feng Lieshan, and as a result, Feng Lieshan, who was full of despair, suddenly fell into the Tao again, and involuntarily said in an astringent voice: "Disciple is not good...... Lust for profit......" he said, he really felt a cramp in his heart, and two lines of tears flowed unconsciously. (To be continued.) )