"Then we swap?"

Liu Zhengyang laughed and teased Zhong Qinglei: "You go and kill the head of the southern district, and I will kill 10,000 cultivators for you to see."

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

Bullying does not bring such bullying.

If he has the ability to kill the southern district chief, what nonsense?

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

Both of them were charging towards each other, and the distance had quickly narrowed.

The battle is imminent.

After approaching the cultivator of Yuan Man, the opponent made a neat and uniform attack, just like when he faced Liu Zhengyang and the Sect Master of Panmen last time, and launched an overwhelming attack. The dazzling energy turned into a boundless hand and grabbed it towards Liu Zhengyang and others.

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

But he wasn't as embarrassed as last time.

Because he clearly knew that he also had enough manpower on his side.

Following the order of the Panmen Sect Master, the three thousand Panmen cultivators behind him also shot at the same time, and they also fought back with overwhelming energy. Although the number is far inferior to the opponent, it is very simple to tear the opponent's attack apart.

With the torn crack, Liu Zhengyang and others can rush through calmly.

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

The monks of Yuan Man obviously did not expect that their attack would be easily cracked.

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

Moreover, how fast the monks charged.

The panic-stricken monks didn't even have time to pack up their mood, Liu Zhengyang had already led the team into their army formation, tore a crack in their formation, and kept sprinting towards the depths of the army formation, almost a general. Completely torn apart.

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

Blood stained the earth.

The still-living Yuanman monks panicked when they saw that Liu Zhengyang was unstoppable, and even wanted to run away.

And when more and more people tried to escape, the army formation was in danger of being disintegrated.

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

Because the weak without the blessing of the formation, it is impossible to carry out a uniform attack.

Otherwise, you will injure yourself.

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

Zhong Qinglei charged beside Liu Zhengyang and was very satisfied with the current record.

He smiled happily: "Liu Zhengyang, the cultivators of Yuanman are not as difficult as they imagined, as long as we continue to attack like this and tear their formation apart, there is nothing to be afraid of. As long as you and Panmenmen The Lord can defeat the mayor of the southern district, and the victory belongs to us."

"Who do you say the victory belongs to?" Someone suddenly snorted coldly in front of him.

At the same time as the cold drink sounded, a tall figure rushed like an arrow from the string, and a large knife in his hand slashed directly towards Zhong Qinglei's neck with a sharp piercing sound.

There is no doubt that that person is the mayor of the southern region himself.

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

Moreover, he obviously wanted to use Zhong Qinglei's life to stand up for himself.

Zhong Qinglei was in the crowd, and there was no attack to evade from front, back, left or right, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Don't think I'm easy to bully!"