clang clang clang!

In the stone palace, Liu Zhengyang and the Master of Cangjian were both moving at a very amazing speed.

They all want to attack around the opponent's back.

The attacked person also moved quickly to counterattack, and the result was that both of them were moving quickly.

While constantly changing the space position, the spear in Liu Zhengyang's hand was also constantly colliding with the sword in the hands of the master of the Sword Sword, making a crisp sound. Sometimes, their empty attacks fell on the walls of the stone palace, leaving clear traces.

Zhong Qinglei and the Pan Sect Master who were watching the outside of the Stone Palace were confused.

You know, when the Panmen fights with the assassin of the Sword before, Shigong is not untouched.

But the walls of the stone palace seemed indestructible, and even a large group of monks attacked together could not hurt the slightest.

Now, the attacks of Liu Zhengyang and the Lord of Cangjian can easily destroy the wall.

So how powerful are their attack power?

If such an attack falls on them, what will happen to them?

The leader of Panmen Sect sighed in a complicated mood: "Although I have known that Liu's strength is unreasonable, every time I see Liu's move, I will feel new. Maybe this is the difference between us mediocre talents and geniuses like Liu."

"Just get used to it, just get used to it." Zhong Qinglei, who had been hit by Liu Zhengyang countless times and gradually became numb, was out of sight and said indifferently: "We must first have the ability to recognize ourselves and cannot compare ourselves with geniuses."

The leader of Pan Sect looked at Zhong Qinglei strangely. Although he thought it made sense, he always felt something was wrong.

Why does Zhong Qinglei’s statement sound like he gives up on his own?

A true strong man should have a heart that can compete with geniuses by hard work even if he lacks talent?

How can a person who gives up on himself become a powerful monk?

Although, facing a person like Liu Zhengyang, the leader of Pan Sect feels that he can't catch up no matter how hard he tries.

Even if he wanted to refute Zhong Qinglei, he would not have any confidence.

At the same time, the battle between Liu Zhengyang and the Lord of Cangjian is still continuing.

When he was fighting with the Lord of Cangjian Sword before, because the Lord of Cangjian Sword had never avoided the attack, Liu Zhengyang felt like the Lord of Cangjian Sword was weak. But now that he could no longer bear the attack at will, the Lord of Cangjian Sword was obviously not so tough, and he also began to dodge and resist.

His flexible skills also made Liu Zhengyang secretly amazed.

Because the body of the Sword Master of the Cangjian is like boneless, when Liu Zhengyang stabbed him with a shot, the Sword Master of the Cangjian was easily able to twist his waist and avoid it.

Even if Liu Zhengyang uses sweep attack, the Master of the Sword of the Sword can lean back and dodge.

Liu Zhengyang has not seen a monk as soft as his body since he fought.

"Are you a snake in your previous life?" Liu Zhengyang attacked several times without results. He couldn't help but feel a little impatient and asked anxiously: "You are an assassin, and you are the leader of an assassin who basically doesn't need to do anything. Why do you do with such flexible skills?"

Liu Zhengyang also knew that a flexible body was not as good as basic abilities such as strength and speed.

If you don't train frequently to maintain it, you will be backwards.

In order to maintain such a flexible body, God knows how much time he will spend every day practicing.
Chapter completed!