Chapter 11: Hidden

Wen Zicheng walked to Wei Ziwei and looked at him condescendingly, as if he were looking at a perpetual wild boar. He was cold and cool, with a cruel smile on the corners of his mouth.

The only movable hand of Wei Ziwei grabbed his ankle and said with difficulty, "Master Wen, help me, help me..."

"Good." Wen Zicheng said softly, but the voice seemed to come from hell, and his increasingly frightening smile made him feel like a fierce ghost.

He slowly raised his palm to the top of Wei Ziwei's head. Wei Ziwei looked at his five fingers gradually opening against his face. A coldness covered his whole body, and his pupils were huge, as if he had seen something extremely terrible.

The screams that broke through the sky were like a Thunderbolt that cut through the sky.

Chen Rufeng and Ye Guhong just saw a black force burst out of Wen Zicheng's palm and hit the ground with a bang. In an instant, the danger was completely disgraceful and blood flowed, and its condition was unbearable, which made people chill.

"Hmm, are you rubbish, or are you extravagant to ask me to save you?" Wen Zicheng sneered and exuded a strong murderous and violent spirit on his body, which was unique to the demon family. "If I don't kill you, how dare I do it in front of others?"

After that, he smiled and turned his eyes to Chen Rufeng and Ye Guhong, and the two only felt cold sweat on their backs. Especially Chen Rufeng, he always thought that Wen Zicheng was just a second-class master in the world, and at most he was only one of the first-class masters. He would never be as strong and powerful as today, and he still exuded magic all over his body.

"Since you saw me like this today, you should know that I won't give you a life opportunity." Wen Zicheng's face has been distorted and ferocious, which is in great contrast to Wen Zicheng, who was only secretly scheme and elegant on the surface.

Like a cunning fox, he suddenly took off his fox skin and exposed the face of the tiger and leopard.

Chen Rufeng and Ye Guhong, one of them did not support hard, and the other injured his arm. Both of them are powerless. Now they are like meat on the cutting board, allowing Wenzi to be slaughtered.

Wen Zicheng came slowly, and the cold light in his eyes became more and more intense, and the magic air trembling on his body became stronger, as if he smelled the fragrance of prey, and rushed to Chen Rufeng and Ye Guhong crazily.

The number of wins and losses is already clear.

Ye Guhong asked coldly, "What do you have to do with the Red Devil Altar?"

Hearing this sentence, Wen Zicheng couldn't help showing surprise on his face. His eyes narrowed into fine cracks and said, "This brother of Qianjianmen's eyesight is really smart!" Wen Zicheng thought that these two were also dying people. He might as well reveal his secrets, but it was better to seal the key secrets. At the same time, he also looked at Ye Guhong in front of him with new eyes. With such an eyepower, he must have a good position in the Thousand Sword Gate.

"Yes, I am from the Red Devil Altar." Wen Zicheng replied with a faint smile.

Ye Guhong snorted coldly and said, "In this case, everything you do should be related to the Red Devil Altar, right? What on earth do you have bad intentions? After the death of the demon king on that day, don't forget the heavy oath made by your Red Devil Altar for the full strength at that time..."

Wen Zicheng just smiled and didn't seem to intend to do it immediately. He said, "I didn't say anything. Even if you sue the World League, there is no substantial evidence that what I have done is related to the Red Devil Altar. Everything happened because of Chen Rufeng. Wen Zicheng's hand pointed to Chen Rufeng, who was supporting the ground bitterly, and his eyes burst into resentment.

"I invited you to join my alliance on that day, just to use some gentle means to annex the Tianfeng Gang. Since you don't appreciate my kindness, I can only swallow your Tianfeng Gang with violence. Wen Zicheng smiled evilly.

Although Chen Rufeng is powerless, he can still move his tongue. He gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "I saw through your false kindness early in the morning. When I was in Ningzhou, you pushed me and Shengtian as ghosts and asked us to die unjustly. Although we have now become the leader of the Tianfeng Gang and have washed away our grievances, we are also enemies with you. How can you suddenly be kind and have nothing to do to benefit us?

Wen Zicheng became more and more smiling, and said angrily, "Yes, I just used the two of you to help me rob the black yuan stone. If it happens, I will naturally silence the two of you in order to keep it secret. Once the incident is defeated, I will blame all the blame on you. Coupled with our power in Ningzhou, who will believe the nonsense of you two bastards? At that time, my Tianyu Gang will leave the relationship with this matter completely.

At this moment, Wen Zicheng no longer hides his fake face and reveals the most treacherous and vicious side.

Because these two people who know all their ugly will soon become the souls of their own hands.

Ye Guhong said coldly, "The Red Demon Altar is really a deceitful and evil person like you."

Wen Zicheng was not angry when he heard his words. He glanced at the two of them and said murderously, "Since you know so many evil things about me, I'm afraid you can't stay. Ye Guhong, I see that you are also an elite in the Thousand Sword Gate. I will let you die a little more happily. As for Chen Rufeng..."

Wen Zicheng viciously turned his eyes to Chen Rufeng's face, who was struggling on the hilt of the angry wind sword, and smiled happily, "I like to slowly torture my enemies to death."

Chen Rufeng also hit him back with poisonous eyes, holding his hand on the angry wind sword, and couldn't help trembling, but he couldn't exert his strength.

He can't wait to rush over and chop Wen Zicheng into two sides now.

Looking at Wen Zicheng's proud and evil face, a fierce anger burned every corner of his body directly from the depths of his body.

The magic emitted by Wen Zicheng is getting more and more crowded, constantly oppressing Chen Rufeng.

Like being awakened by something hidden in every pore, Chen Rufeng suddenly raised his head, his pupils were angry, and the two red dots changed from small to large, and finally occupied his whole eyeball.

The magic spirits that pressed on Chen Rufeng seemed to be frightened and quickly returned to Wen Zicheng. Wen Zicheng was also shocked and looked at the mutiny of Chen Rufeng.

The red light suddenly overflowed, burning from his eyes like two rounds of red sun, like the bloody eyes under the dark, to put the world into a piece of blood.

A creepy feeling spread in Wen Zicheng's heart. Even if his magic cultivation is not low, he can't resist the fierce magic that suddenly broke out of Chen Rufeng.

"You...how can you..." Wen Zicheng couldn't help moving back, looking at Chen Rufeng standing up like being reborn in the magic fire, pulling up the angry sword inserted in the ground, and hanging a ferocious smile on the corners of his mouth.

The demonized Chen Rufeng showed a terrible smile, and his voice was like a torn paper roll: "Bless you."

Wen Zicheng immediately understood.

Black yuan stone.

It was the black yuan stone that had a strange effect and brought the evil spirit of the demon family into his body.

What he still doesn't know is that Chen Rufeng has also practiced the magic treasure book "The Secret of the Counter-Demon Heart", and the cultivation of magic skills has greatly surpassed him.

If it hadn't been for the destruction of most of the magic skills by Halpa's "sky demon disintegration" in the secret road of Tianzhu Palace that day, I'm afraid that even if Meizun Lan Yuer came in person, she would not be his opponent at all.

Ye Guhong had seen Chen Rufeng's demon, but he still had a lingering fear and took a step back in horror. But this demonized Chen Rufeng's goal is obviously not himself. His devilish eyes stared straight at Wen Zicheng. Obviously, the target is him.

Wen Zicheng snorted, quickly adjusted his face, restrained his original fear, and said to Chen Rufeng in front of him, "Do you think you can win me if you get the evil spirit of the black yuan stone?"

In fact, the above article has relied on what Chen Rufeng and Ye Guhong had just fought against Liu Qi and Wei Ziwei. Although the magic body now seems to have completely recovered, it may only be a superficial image, and the inside is still vulnerable.

Thinking this way, Wen Zicheng's self-confidence and momentum were immediately taken back, and he no longer shrank and faced Chen Rufeng.

Chen Rufeng slowly raised his hand, stretched out a finger and hooked it, made a provocative gesture and said, "Come on!"

Wenzi's prejudiary Chen Rufeng looked at himself so much, and his heart was furious. He shouted violently. With a wild push of his left arm, the magic of his whole body gathered on that arm and suddenly expanded into a huge black palm shadow. He opened his five fingers and quickly stretched out to Chen Rufeng with fingers the size of a pig. .

Chen Rufeng did not dodge, but stood still with a ferocious smile, allowing the black palm to gradually wrap himself, like a black cloud covering the sun, and Wanshan clamped down together, and wanted to crush himself into pieces.

With the black palm at the head, the five fingers began to bend and stretch, with a tendency to close, but the speed was slow and seemed to be resisted by the nameless force.

All you can see is that the layer of black gas covered by Chen Rufeng's body rises like the armor thorn on the hedgehog's body, and there is a faint strength to support the black palm.

The speed of bending and stretching five fingers is getting slower and slower. It seems that the strength can't resist the black gas emitted by Chen Rufeng's body. Gradually, he trembled. Even Wen Zicheng was sweating coldly, and his arms were like pushing a huge stone embedded in the ground.

The black palm can't be closed. Chen Rufeng did no extra action at all. He sneered and held the angry sword, as if he was watching Wen Zicheng, the monkey, constantly jumping and wanted to take off the peach that he could never reach, which was full of sarcasm.

Wen Zicheng kept urging the real spirit and concentrated on the palm of this black virtual shadow, as if he would not crush Chen Rufeng.

"Forget it, I can't bear to look at you so hard anymore." Chen Rufeng pretended to be sad and sad. With a wave of his hand, the black gas covering his body rose out, and suddenly shook the black palm that was about to close into pieces. Wen Zicheng also suffered a huge anti-shock force. His arms stood in front of his chest and was forced to retreat dozens of feet.

Wen Zicheng turned over and stood up, breathing heavily, facing Chen Rufeng in a fighting posture, which is in sharp contrast to Chen Rufeng's ease, which shows the great difference in strength between the two.

"How could it be like this... His magic is so strong? What is the extent of his magic cultivation? Although Wen Zicheng still tried his best to maintain a strong color on his face, his heart was shocked. Now the person he is facing is not Chen Rufeng at all, but an extremely evil and ruthless person who uses magic spirit through his body.

"If there are any other moves, just use them." Chen Rufeng turned over the angry sword in his hand, half his face, and looked at Wen Zicheng in a restless manner.

Wen Zicheng gritted his teeth fiercely, and the magic on his body rose again, wrapping his body.

"You forced me." Wen Zicheng frowned, two fierce lights shot directly from his eyes, and his teeth clucked as if they were going to break.