"Master Liu, are you serious? Have you really discovered his secret?" The leader of Pan Sect asked impatiently.

Zhong Qinglei followed and asked, "Liu Zhengyang, what's the secret of that guy? Tell me clearly! Damn it, I thought he was really so powerful. If it was only because of the secret, then I would have to take revenge."

Zhong Qinglei became more and more excited the more he spoke.

He even struggled hard, as if he really wanted to fight again.

However, his injuries were too serious.

He struggled barely and just shook his body, then fell down again and hit the head of Panmen.

This made the leader of Pan Sect very depressed.

He complained: "You don't even have the strength to stand up, and your right arm is broken. Why are you still hitting? Even if Master Liu gives you the best healing pill and tells you all the secrets, you will definitely not beat the Master of Sword and Sword."

Everyone present knew that what the leader of Panmen was talking about was the facts.

This made Zhong Qinglei feel discouraged.

He drooped his head and said as if he accepted his fate: "I understand. Although I am very unwilling to give up, I can only rely on you. Liu Zhengyang, you must win and cut off the head of the Master of the Sword of the Sword to be used as a urinary!"

The Master of the Sword Cang Jian didn't say anything, but just stared at Liu Zhengyang coldly.

Although he said he didn't believe it, his body was still very honest and was on guard.

Liu Zhengyang said coldly: "Master of the Tibetan Sword, what you are strong now should be the ability to resist beating, not the ability to attack, right? At least, even if your attack power is enhanced, it is unlikely to be as exaggerated as the ability to resist beating."

While speaking, Liu Zhengyang shook his spear again and stabbed the sword master in the eyes.

The master of the Sword Hidden Sword did not dare to be careless, and stretched out his hands like lightning and firmly grasped the spear head.

At the same time, he kicked Liu Zhengyang in the head.

Liu Zhengyang stabbed the spear out with force and pushed the Master of Cangjian away from him.

Because since the Lord of the Sword Hidden Sword was holding the spear head tightly, his feet would definitely not reach Liu Zhengyang's face.

Who made Liu Zhengyang's spear in his hand taller than his entire person?

After the attack failed, the strong wind kicked out by the Master of the Sword of the Cangjian also fell on Liu Zhengyang's face.

But unfortunately, Liu Zhengyang only felt a breeze.

He doesn't even have to close his eyes to protect his eyes.

"It's true that it's the same as I thought." Liu Zhengyang smiled proudly and said, "Your destructive power has not been significantly enhanced, at least it is within my tolerance. Since that's the case, your ability to resist beating is useless, no matter how powerful your ability is, it's at most just a sandbag that is a little bit resistant to beating."

Boom boom boom boom!

Liu Zhengyang shook his spear and kept smashing the master of the Sword of the Sword to the ground.

Even in the solid stone palace, many cracks appeared.

The large amount of stone powder that fell down makes people feel that the stone palace is about to collapse.

The master of the Sword Sword quickly let go of his hand that grabbed the spear head, turned over and took out a long sword.

He said with a dark face: "I actually forced me to use a weapon. Even if you die, you can still smile."

Liu Zhengyang gestured for a moment and found that the spear in his hand was nearly three meters long.

The sword in the hands of the Master of Cangjian can only last for one meter.

The gap is obvious.
Chapter completed!