"Liu Zhengyang! Do you know what you are doing?"

"Do you think it's worth it to use your life to exchange for an old guy's life?"

Almost everyone present could see that Liu Zhengyang was fighting with his life.

If you are not careful, you will die together.

Therefore, Zhong Qinglei and the leader of Pan Sect were both anxious.

That is definitely not the result they want to see.

Liu Zhengyang ignored it and still attacked the old assassin like crazy.

"Are you crazy?" The old assassin's face changed slightly, and he quickly retreated and said, "What kind of grudge do I have with you? You are fighting to fight with me even if you are beaten to death? Is it so important to you to destroy our hidden sword?"

The old assassin could not understand Liu Zhengyang's brain circuit at all.

It was precisely because he didn't understand that he refused to fight Liu Zhengyang.

However, since the old assassin chose to retreat, it proves that Liu Zhengyang won the bet.

This is the result he wants.

"The brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road, that's all." Liu Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief, and said proudly: "It's enough to know that you don't want to exchange your life with me. I must be the winner of this battle. Is it true that I have fought and I still want to not die. Is this a real monk?"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Zhengyang rushed up again.

In fact, Liu Zhengyang’s idea is very simple. If you are afraid of death, don’t be a monk, just like if you are afraid of death, don’t be a soldier.

On the battlefield, those who are afraid of death often die faster.

He quickly approached the old assassin, and his fierce and quick fist hit him again, and the fist shadow almost enveloped the old assassin.

Moreover, when the old assassin retreated just now, he had already retreated to the gate of the stone palace.

Judging from the position where the old assassin was staying, his mission was obviously to protect the Stone Palace and prevent Liu Zhengyang and others from advancing.

In other words, he could not let Liu Zhengyang in any case.

But now even if he wants to try his best to stop Liu Zhengyang, he will not have enough counterattack because of the dispersed condensation.

The old assassin gritted his teeth and could only bite the bullet and punch Liu Zhengyang in the heart.

Zhong Qinglei and the Pan Sect Master were stunned when they saw it next to each other.

"Liu Zhengyang! Don't fight with him! He is a strong man above the Taoist realm, and this kind of fighting style is at a disadvantage!"

"President Liu, you are the main force in our confrontation with the senior management of Zangjian, so you cannot lose your combat effectiveness here!"

They knew very well how lethal the old assassin was.

Especially when it comes to assassins, the way they take is different from other monks, and they must pay special attention to killing.

To a certain extent, they are targeting people like Liu Zhengyang who are particularly resistant to beating.

However, Liu Zhengyang and the old assassin are less than one step away from each other, and it is too late to regret it.

At the last moment, Liu Zhengyang could only barely twist his body, avoid the vital points of his heart, and continued to attack with both fists.

Bang bang bang bang!

As a series of blows sounded, Liu Zhengyang's ribs were directly broken, and a wisp of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Apparently, his internal organs were injured.

And while he was injured, the old assassin had been smashed to a strong position by his stormy fist.

Although the old assassin's physical strength is not bad, it is only relative. It is not enough to look at Liu Zhengyang's extremely fierce fist. Without even a snorting, he was directly beaten by Liu Zhengyang to break his bones and tendons, and saw his eighteen generations of ancestors go.
Chapter completed!