"Then we switch?"

Liu Zhengyang smiled and teased Zhong Qinglei, saying, "You go and kill the southern district chief, and I will kill ten thousand monks to show you."

Zhong Qinglei rolled his eyes and directly rejected Liu Zhengyang's proposal.

You don’t bully like this.

If he has the ability to kill the Southern District Mayor, what else can he say?

At the same time, Liu Zhengyang and others had already rushed to the ground with three thousand monks.

Both of them charged towards each other, and the distance was quickly closer.

The battle is about to break out.

After approaching the Yuanman cultivator, the opponent took action in an orderly manner as if he had fought against Liu Zhengyang and the leader of Pan Sect last time, and launched a series of attacks like a sea of ​​attacks. The dazzling energy turned into an endless hand and grabbed Liu Zhengyang and others.

Faced with the same situation, Liu Zhengyang still felt a huge pressure.

But he is no longer as embarrassed as last time.

Because he knew clearly that he had enough staff here.

With the order from the leader of Pan Sect, the three thousand Pan Sect monks behind him also took action at the same time and also launched an overwhelming energy counterattack. Although the number is far inferior to that of the opponent, it is very simple to tear a crack in the opponent's attack.

With the torn crack, Liu Zhengyang and others could rush over calmly.

After rushing through the opponent's all-round attack, Liu Zhengyang stabbed the Yuanman cultivators like a sharp knife.

The Yuanman monks obviously did not expect that their attack would be easily cracked.

When Liu Zhengyang and many Panmen monks appeared in front of them, they all showed panic.

Moreover, the monks charged at such a fast speed.

Before the monks who showed panic could even calm down, Liu Zhengyang had already led the team to rush into their military formation, tearing a crack in their formation, and constantly sprinting towards the depths of the military formation, almost completely tearing open the general formation.

Where Liu Zhengyang passed by, Yuanman monks were killed one by one.

Blood stained the earth red.

The Yuanman monks who were still alive were already panicked when they saw that Liu Zhengyang was unstoppable and even wanted to escape.

And when more and more people try to escape, the military formation is in a crisis of disintegration.

Once the formation is disintegrated, their numerical advantage will be gone.

Because it is impossible for weak people without formation blessing to conduct uniform attacks.

Otherwise, you will hurt your own people by chance.

Moreover, the weak who cannot work together to attack can almost ignore the threat to the strong.

Zhong Qinglei followed Liu Zhengyang to charge, very satisfied with his current record.

He smiled happily and said, "Liu Zhengyang and Yuanman cultivators do not seem to be as difficult as they imagined. As long as we continue to attack like this and completely tear their formation apart, there is nothing to be afraid of. As long as you and the leader of Pan Sect can defeat the Nan District Mayor, victory will belong to us."

"Who do you think victory belongs to?" someone suddenly shouted coldly in front of him.

While the cold shout sounded, a tall figure rushed over like an arrow from the string. A big knife in his hand slashed directly at Zhong Qinglei's neck with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

There is no doubt that the person is the mayor of the Southern District.

After realizing that the military formation was at risk of being torn apart, he rushed over to stop it himself.

Moreover, he obviously wanted to use Zhong Qinglei's life to establish his authority for himself.
Chapter completed!