Bang bang bang!

Zhong Qinglei was so angry that he almost exploded.

With full of anger, he kept punching and kicking the man with the sword, almost attacking like a storm.

His fists and feet hit the opponent with afterimages, so fast that even if he was as strong as Liu Zhengyang and Panmen Sect Master, he could only see the attack, but could not clearly count the number of times. With Zhong Qinglei's physical strength, that speed alone has incredible lethality.

At least it is more than enough to kill a strong person at the peak of the Dao Realm.

However, the man hiding the sword always raised two fingers, blocking all Zhong Qinglei's attacks with ease.

If Zhong Qinglei's attacks were like stormy waves, then the man's fingers were indestructible cliffs.

As the attack continued, the man remained calm.

But Zhong Qinglei was out of breath.

"I said that if I give you the opportunity to attack, I will give you the opportunity to attack." The man hiding the sword said slowly: "It's just a pity that you don't seem to need the opportunity I gave you so much that you didn't cherish it at all. Then I had to advance in advance. Let you go."

As he said that, his fingers turned into sword fingers and quickly stabbed towards Zhong Qinglei's eyebrows.

Since the man dared to attack the eyebrows, not the heart, it also showed that he had confidence in his attack.

He was sure to pierce Zhong Qinglei's brow.

Once he succeeds, one can imagine what will happen to Zhong Qinglei.

Moreover, with Zhong Qinglei's own speed and the current state of exhaustion, the probability of escaping is almost zero.

"I'm finished?" Zhong Qinglei's face suddenly paled.

Snapped!

The Sect Master of Panmen suddenly made a move, dodged between Zhong Qinglei and the man with the sword at an astonishing speed, patted the man's hand and said, "Want to kill our companions in front of us? Have you asked our opinion? Don't think that A little bit of strength is arrogant."

At the same time, Liu Zhengyang also rushed over and rescued Zhong Qinglei.

Zhong Qinglei's face was ashen, his teeth clenched, and he said unwillingly: "Damn, the gap between us is so big, then what was the purpose of my previous penance? If I knew this earlier, I might as well be Enjoy your day in comfort.”

Zhong Qinglei gave up a little bit.

The frustration of trying but not getting results made him lose the motivation to keep working hard.

Of course, that is what Liu Zhengyang absolutely does not want to see.

Because of Zhong Qinglei's talent, he should never stop there.

"Zhong Qinglei, it's not right for you to think like this." Liu Zhengyang quickly persuaded him: "The other party is a battle-hardened assassin. I don't know how many dead people he has climbed out of. Isn't it normal to be stronger than you? You have to think about it. The other party must have suffered more than you."

The man hiding the sword heard Liu Zhengyang persuade Zhong Qinglei, and his eyes gradually became deep.

He said with emotion: "This is true. In retrospect, almost all the people who entered the Tibetan sword with me back then died. Even me, it was only by luck that I managed to survive and grow to where I am today. , once you succeed, your bones will die."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The Sect Master Panmen suddenly punched out and shouted, "I'm here to destroy your hidden swords, not to listen to your chanting."

Bang bang bang!

The battle had only just begun, and another series of punches and kicks echoed in the stone palace.

Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei were not in the mood to talk nonsense, and immediately concentrated on watching the battle.