In order to get Zhong Qinglei to agree to retire, Liu Zhengyang wanted to say that he had found a way to win.

But thinking of Zhong Qinglei fighting for his own life, Liu Zhengyang couldn't bear to deceive the other party.

Not even a white lie.

So he reluctantly repeated what he said at the beginning: "There is definitely no 100% chance of winning, but there is still a 70-80% chance of winning, which is enough."

"Really?" Zhong Qinglei's expression gradually became solemn.

Because he knew that with Liu Zhengyang's combat power and physical strength, fighting against monks of the same realm was always a sure win.

Even the barbarian master who ate a lot of immortal pills was not Liu Zhengyang's opponent either.

But now, Liu Zhengyang only dares to say that he has a 70-80% chance of winning.

The power of the Tibetan Sword Master is evident from this.

"Since you can't even see the true strength of the Sword Master, let me do my last effort." Zhong Qinglei said seriously, at the same time condensing the continuous magic energy on his right fist, exuding a powerful Coercion, terrifying power fluctuations then filled the entire stone palace.

The material of this stone palace is the same as what Liu Zhengyang and others saw last time.

Coupled with the energy barrier that he had seen before, Shigong's defense was probably even worse than the last one.

But even such a sturdy stone palace shook violently in front of Zhong Qinglei's powerful force, as if it had suffered an extra-large earthquake. A large amount of stone powder was scattered, dyeing the hair of Liu Zhengyang, Zhong Qinglei and others white.

At the same time, the power condensed in Zhong Qinglei's fist is getting stronger and more condensed.

Zhong Qinglei's originally condensed magical energy was still translucent, allowing people to see his fists.

But now, that demonic energy has become a real existence.

What Liu Zhengyang and others saw was only a black sphere.

The master of the hidden sword, who has been careless, raised his eyelids slightly and said, "Oh, this is your attack when you are desperate? It is indeed much stronger than before, but only this level seems not enough to kill me, you can continue Strengthen it?"

"Hmph, didn't you stop me from gathering strength? You will regret it." Zhong Qinglei felt that his self-esteem had been trampled on.

The more this is the case, the more he wants the Sword Master to experience the consequences of despising him.

In order to further gather strength, his cold sweat began to flow out, and the blue veins on his body began to bulge.

Liu Zhengyang originally wanted to help Zhong Qinglei and replace Zhong Qinglei.

But now, he had to step back.

Because he didn't want to get involved.

"If this blow is hit, it will definitely work, but Zhong Qinglei will definitely pay a heavy price." Liu Zhengyang thought to himself: "When the cohesive force is so strong, Zhong Qinglei should not have any spare energy to protect his body. Gotta find a way to fix his arm."

Liu Zhengyang has already begun to plan ahead.

At the same time, Zhong Qinglei's condensed strength has reached its peak.

Much stronger than before.

Zhong Qinglei was sweating coldly, punched the Sword Master with a heavy punch, and yelled at the same time, "Go to hell!"

boom!

As if a tornado was rolled up, Zhong Qinglei's fist just waved, and it brought a strong gale.

A terrifying storm swept across the face of the Sword Master.

The Sword Master's expression changed, and he quickly stood still while holding up a powerful energy shield to protect himself.

He finally didn't dare to use his flesh to carry it hard.