The one who wanted to assassinate Zhong Qinglei just now was just a Taoist-level assassin.

In front of Zhong Qinglei, who already has the strength above the Dao Realm, he is completely vulnerable.

After the Dao Realm Assassin was killed in seconds, there were bursts of noise from the interior of the Stone Palace.

"How could this be? I've heard that both Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei, who followed Liu Zhengyang, are very strong, but is it impossible for them to be strong enough to kill Dao-level assassins? Could it be that the gap between him and us is so outrageous? "

"It's not surprising to kill assassins at the Dao level. After all, they have defeated Yuan Man and killed all the powerhouses at the top of Yuan Man. However, our assassination skills have always been unfavorable. How did this Zhong Qinglei find out our position? Coincidence ?"

"It should be a coincidence, how can our location be found so easily? Let me come!"

Although some companions have been killed, the assassins who hide their swords are still full of confidence.

Some even volunteered to fight.

Unfortunately, just like before, everyone who dares to fight will die under Zhong Qinglei's fist.

They couldn't even consume Zhong Qinglei's physical strength.

Of course, if it is said that the physical strength consumed by punching is considered physical strength, then there is really nothing to say.

"A bunch of idiots." Panmen's sect master commented while watching the play: "Zhong Qinglei occupies a favorable location and can only take one person at a time, and the advantage of the number of people who have hidden swords is gone. Even if they hit the ground one by one, The wheel battle is meaningless."

"It can be said to be self-inflicted." Liu Zhengyang said with conviction: "If it wasn't for the assassin who hid his sword to hide in the stone palace, the situation would not have evolved into the current situation at all."

"Even if it has evolved into the current situation, it is not impossible to solve it." Panmen's sect master said: "Our monks can use long-range attacks. As long as we attack Zhong Qinglei together in the stone palace, even if the strength is insufficient, we can rely on the advantage of numbers. Retire Zhong Qinglei."

Liu Zhengyang blinked and suddenly wondered if the IQ of Panmen's sect master was not recharged.

Liu Zhengyang had already thought of the situation he said, but Liu Zhengyang didn't say it.

Because saying it is tantamount to reminding the assassins who hide their swords.

The assassins who hide their swords think that they are accustomed to assassinating others, and they have formed habitual thinking, which leads them to only think of melee combat when fighting. But in fact, the cultivator is close combat or distant combat, and it should be based on the actual situation. For example, long distance combat is definitely needed now.

After the doormaster of Panmen opened his mouth, the assassins hiding swords finally reacted and started to attack with energy.

One after another bright energy flew towards Zhong Qinglei like a rainbow light.

Zhong Qinglei's battle suddenly became difficult.

Especially when the assassins who hide the sword occasionally join forces to attack, even if the joint force is only a Taoist cultivator, Zhong Qinglei has to avoid the edge for a while.

The strong contrast made Zhong Qinglei couldn't help but curse.

"Sect Master Panmen, are you ill?" Zhong Qinglei jumped up and down, dodging or resisting attacks, while scolding angrily: "How did I offend you, you need to pit me like this? I don't play anymore, you come to resist these Assassin bastard."

While speaking, Zhong Qinglei was slightly distracted, and was immediately hit by an energy attack.

The volatility of the explosion left him disgraced.

The head of Panmenmen laughed and said awkwardly: "I still need to rest, although I'm sorry to you, but please continue to persevere."