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

"Do you think it's worth exchanging your life for an old guy's life?"

Almost all the people present could see that Liu Zhengyang was fighting with his life.

A little carelessness is the end of both.

Therefore, Zhong Qinglei and Panmen's sect master were anxious.

That's definitely not the result they want to see.

Regardless of it, Liu Zhengyang continued to attack the old assassin like a frenzy.

"Are you crazy?" The old assassin's expression changed slightly, and he quickly stepped back: "What grudges do I have with you? You are going to fight with me even if you are beaten to death? Destroy our hidden swords, right? Does it mean that much to you?"

The old assassin couldn't understand Liu Zhengyang's brain circuit at all.

It was precisely because he did not understand that he refused to fight with Liu Zhengyang.

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

This is what he wants.

"The brave who meets on a narrow road wins, that's all." Liu Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time said proudly: "It's enough to know that you don't want to change your life with me. The winner of this battle must be me. It's all fought. , Still thinking about not dying, is this a real monk?"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Zhengyang rushed up again.

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

On the battlefield, people who are afraid of death tend to die faster.

He quickly approached the old assassin, and his fist was fierce and fast again, and the shadow of the fist almost enveloped the old assassin.

Moreover, when the old assassin retreated just now, he had already retreated to the door of the Stone Palace.

Judging from the position of the old assassin, his mission was obviously to protect the stone palace and prevent Liu Zhengyang and others from advancing.

In other words, he couldn't let Liu Zhengyang in anyway.

But now, even if he wants to stop Liu Zhengyang desperately, he is not strong enough to fight back because he dissipates the condensed power.

The old assassin gritted his teeth, but he could only bite the bullet and punch Liu Zhengyang's heart.

Zhong Qinglei and Panmen Sect Master saw it next to him, and were instantly stunned.

"Liu Zhengyang! Don't fight with him! He is also a strong person above the Taoist realm. This style of play is very disadvantageous!"

"Uncle Liu, you are the main force in our confrontation with the high-level leaders of Tibetan Sword. You can't lose your combat effectiveness here!"

They know very well how lethal the old assassin is.

Especially those who are assassins, their paths are different from other monks, and they must pay special attention to killing.

To a certain extent, they are targeting someone like Liu Zhengyang who is particularly resistant to hitting.

However, Liu Zhengyang and the old assassin were already less than a step away from each other, and it was too late to regret it.

At the last moment, Liu Zhengyang could only reluctantly twist his body to avoid the key point in his heart, while his fists continued to attack.

Bang bang bang!

With the sound of a series of blows, Liu Zhengyang's ribs were directly interrupted, and a strand of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, his internal organs have been injured.

At the same time as he was injured, the old assassin had also been smashed by his violent fist.

Although the physical strength of the old assassin is not bad, it is only relative, and it is not enough to see in front of Liu Zhengyang's fierce fist. He didn't even snort, he was directly beaten by Liu Zhengyang, his bones were broken and his tendons were broken, and he saw his eighteenth generation ancestors go.

After killing the old assassin, Liu Zhengyang was so tired that he sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.