Liu Zhengyang directly pointed out the weakness of the common life formation, which made the face of the high-level talker turn ashen.

The faces of the remaining eight high-level Tibetan swordsmen were also not very good-looking.

In other words, Liu Zhengyang got the facts right.

However, the high-level talker still refused to admit defeat, and said stubbornly: "Even if you find out that our speed is not good, so what? Our attack and defense are still real, you can't stop our attack, and It can't hurt us, we will still win in the end."

"Really?" Liu Zhengyang flickered, and he appeared behind the high-level talker again and punched.

Just like before, his attack was blocked without incident.

The high-level talker said impatiently: "Have you not recognized the facts? Your attack can't be effective."

"Then why didn't you just sit still and started to fight back against me?" Liu Zhengyang asked: "The most important question should be energy, right? Although you can use the power together, the energy consumption is also real. of."

Although they should also be able to use the energy of the nine people together, the energy is ultimately limited.

They cannot be under attack endlessly.

Moreover, because they are not using their own energy, their control of energy is definitely not as good as that of high-level monks.

Then when they attack randomly, the energy consumed will also be amazing.

It should be the same when defending.

Once again, Liu Zhengyang pointed out the weakness of the common life formation, and the face of the high-level talker became even more ugly.

Inside the secret palace, Zhong Qinglei and the Sect Master Panmen, who had already learned about the specific situation, were stunned.

"Fake, right?" Zhong Qinglei was stunned: "Although I have long known that Liu Zhengyang's head is very useful, it is too incredible to be able to analyze so much information in such a short period of time? mind reading?"

"Don't say such ridiculous things. The only explanation is that Liu Zhengyang's brain is really good." The head of Panmen said with emotion: "Mr. Zhong, if you have a brain as good as Liu Zhengyang, your strength may be able to catch up. Get on me."

"If you had that brain too, Tibetan Sword would have disappeared from the world long ago." Zhong Qinglei rolled his eyes and counterattacked unwillingly: "Panmen Sect Master, Liu Zhengyang has thoroughly found out the opponent's weaknesses, you don't plan to go out to help? After all, your realm is higher than Liu Zhengyang, and you should have a better chance of winning."

The old face of Panmen Sect Master turned slightly red, and said embarrassedly, "I would like to, but I can't get out."

At the same time, Liu Zhengyang has officially started a war with the high-level officials of Tibetan swords.

He is constantly moving, dodging the opponent's attack, and at the same time looking for opportunities to attack the opponent.

His purpose is to drain the other party's energy.

Once the energy is exhausted, the opponent's strength will become meaningless no matter how strong it is.

The other eight high-level Tibetan swordsmen also joined the battle after discovering Liu Zhengyang's intentions.

Unfortunately, their addition will only make their energy consumption faster, and it doesn't matter to Liu Zhengyang at all.

While dodging the attack, Liu Zhengyang laughed lightly and said, "I didn't expect that the biggest reliance of your high-level officials is this kind of thing that doesn't work. I laughed so hard. You can hide your sword in the middle of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. It is a miracle that the district has survived until now.”

The nine high-level officials of Hidden Sword were furious with rage, but they were helpless.