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Chapter 3387 Lost combat effectiveness

boom!

The leader of Panmen sect punched him, and the dazzling light shrouded on his fist proved that the energy contained in it was quite large.

Although the assassin who hides the sword is not simple, he is hit by the fist of the Pan Sect Master and is still instantly penetrated.

The heart position is pierced, and no matter how powerful his vitality is, he will never survive.

After all, Liu Zhengyang and Pan Sect Master could not give him a chance to recover.

The man with the sword hidden was shocked and said in disbelief: "You... some of our assassins used this move but failed to kill the target? Damn, who is he? We actually exposed our trump card, which made me die because of leaking my secret."

This man was very upset.

But what he said is true.

If Liu Zhengyang had not been assassinated in Tianmen City but survived, and the assassin who knew that the sword of the sword liked to assassinate from behind, the leader of the Panmen would not be able to counterattack in time. If he could not counterattack in time, he would have a high probability of being wiped by the assassin who had the sword of the sword.

That was a fatal attack.

The leader of Panmen kicked the man open, tearing the man's wound, and said, "It's the idiot who failed to assassinate Liu Zhengyang last time. He used all your skills once, but in the end he just gave Liu Zhengyang a little injury. We all know your routine."

Liu Zhengyang also walked forward slowly and said, "Yes, but don't blame that guy, the responsibility lies with you."

The man who was severely injured by the leader of Pan Sect was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "What does it mean?"

"It's very simple." Liu Zhengyang raised his finger and replied: "If you investigate clearly first, understand my strength, and then send more powerful assassins to assassinate me, that kind of thing wouldn't happen. In the final analysis, your own intelligence work is not done well."

After a pause, Liu Zhengyang continued: "Secondly, when you see that I am still alive, you should know that many assassins die at my hands, and you should know that your assassination skills may be leaked. But you are not careful, it is your fault in itself."

When teaching the man a lesson, Liu Zhengyang suddenly remembered that the man who was guarding outside the stone palace did not use the assassination technique.

Could it be that he has prepared for this?

If it is true, then Liu Zhengyang can only say that ginger is still so spicy.

"So that's the case, that's indeed my mistake." The man suddenly laughed and said, "Well, I've killed so many powerful people in my life, and being killed was expected. Which one can escape when he is an assassin? But it's good to be able to take a cushion before he dies."

"What?" Liu Zhengyang was stunned.

Pull a back cushion?

What's the meaning?

Who is he referring to?

Of course, without the man's answer, Liu Zhengyang immediately understood what was going on.

Because the face of the leader of Panmen's sect has turned purple and blue.

He plopped and fell to his knees, which had been seriously affected by toxins.

The man laughed happily and said, "When he kicked me in the end, I secretly wiped him. He was already poisoned, and it was only a matter of time before he was poisoned. In this place, it is impossible for you to find a drug that can detoxify in time."

However, before the man finished speaking, Liu Zhengyang had already found the antidote and stuffed it into the mouth of the owner of the pan door.

The man was stunned and asked, "How come you even carry this kind of thing with you?"
Chapter completed!
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