Liu Zhengyang's thoughts are the same as those of Panmen's sect master.

Because the assassin who hides the sword can sneak out again at any time and assassinate the person who hides the sword.

Although the damage they caused was only a drop in the bucket for the entire Panmen, they couldn't hold back the enormous psychological pressure caused by this elusive attack. Once the psychological pressure is too great for the disciples of Panmen to bear, the consequences are unimaginable.

The only way to crack is to open it directly.

However, it is impossible for Liu Zhengyang to **** the commanding power of Panmen's door owner over Panmen.

He let the door owner make up his own mind.

And Panmen's sect master saw that Liu Zhengyang had no objection, so he naturally directed the attack immediately.

With the help of Panmen's people, Zhong Qinglei was finally able to free up his hands and retreated.

"I'm exhausted." Zhong Qinglei retreated to Liu Zhengyang's side, panting and sweating profusely, and said, "If you don't help, I'll be a deserter. Since even the high-level Tibetan sword has been killed by us, Can we watch the play next?"

Zhong Qinglei looked really tired.

Otherwise he wouldn't have asked to be a spectator at the very beginning of the war.

I don't know how many assassins with hidden swords he killed to get tired like this.

However, although Liu Zhengyang also wants him to rest, at least not at this stage.

"Zhong Qinglei, don't relax too early." Liu Zhengyang slowly explained the process of his fight with the male assassin, and said solemnly: "This is the current situation. To achieve a real victory in the battle, we must take the so-called sword master. Just find out."

"Sword Master? I've heard of him." The Panmen Sect Master suddenly said: "In the rumors, he is indeed the master of the hidden sword, and his strength is said to be unfathomable. Only one move is always needed, so he's here too."

As he said that, the Sect Master Panmen looked around cautiously.

If that sword master is really powerful as rumored, it's no joke.

He can shoot at any time and kill anyone present.

"Isn't it?" Zhong Qinglei said: "If that sword master is really that powerful, and he has already come to the scene, wouldn't the first thing he need to do kill us? Then why does he stay still? He has no reason. Watching his men get killed?"

As soon as these words came out, Liu Zhengyang and the other three were silent.

Because it's really not right.

If the sword master is really nearby, then he should have a last resort reason not to do it.

But what is his reason?

At the same time, the people from Panmen have already invaded the stone palace, and a fierce battle has been launched inside.

The strong are falling all the time.

Liu Zhengyang stared at the battlefield for a moment, and said, "In any case, let's find a way to restore our physical strength first. No matter what happens later, sufficient physical strength is our trump card to save our lives."

While speaking, he had already taken out a few medicinal pills and gave them to Zhong Qinglei and the Sect Master Panmen.

Zhong Qinglei and the sect master of Panmen were also honest and rude, and took the medicine pill and ate it directly.

After all, they had already consumed a lot of stamina in the battle just now.

At the same time, in the deepest part of the stone palace, a middle-aged man was practicing cross-legged.

The strange red energy in the black is constantly drilling into his body.

Beside him, a young girl was pacing anxiously and said, "Sword Master, you have to hurry up, our time is running out."