"Uncle Liu, are you serious? Have you really discovered his secret?" Panmen Sect Master asked impatiently.

Zhong Qinglei followed and asked: "Liu Zhengyang, what secret does that guy have? You tell me quickly! Damn it, I thought he was really so powerful. If he only became strong because of the secret, then I should have it. Revenge for revenge."

Zhong Qinglei became more and more excited the more he talked.

He even struggled hard, as if he really wanted to fight again.

However, his injury was too serious.

Reluctantly struggling, he just shook his body, then fell down again, and smashed on Panmen Sect Master.

This made Panmen Sect Master very depressed.

He complained: "You don't even have the strength to stand up, and your right arm is broken, so what are you fighting? Even if Alliance Leader Liu gives you the best healing medicine and tells you all the secrets by the way, you will never fight. Win the sword master who hides the sword."

Everyone present knew that what the Sect Master Panmen said was the truth.

This made Zhong Qinglei discouraged for a while.

He drooped his head and said resignedly: "I know, although I am very unwilling, but I really can only rely on you, Liu Zhengyang, you must win, cut off the head of the Sword Master and use it as a urinal for me! "

The Sword Master of Tibetan Sword did not speak, but just stared at Liu Zhengyang coldly.

Although he said he didn't believe it, his body was still very honest, and he was on guard carefully.

Liu Zhengyang said coldly: "Master Swordsman, you should only be able to resist beatings, not attacking power, right? At least, even if your attacking power is increased, it is unlikely to increase to the same extent as your attacking ability. Exaggerated degree."

While speaking, Liu Zhengyang shook his spear again and stabbed the Sword Master in the eyes.

The Sword Master of Hidden Sword did not dare to be careless, stretched out his hands like lightning, and firmly grasped the head of the spear.

At the same time, he kicked Liu Zhengyang's head.

Liu Zhengyang stabbed the spear with force, and pushed the Sword Master away from him.

Because the Sword Master of the Tibetan Sword was holding the gun head tightly, his feet would definitely not be able to reach Liu Zhengyang's face.

Who made Liu Zhengyang's spear taller than his entire body?

After the attack failed, the strong wind kicked out by the Sword Master also fell on Liu Zhengyang's face.

But unfortunately, Liu Zhengyang felt only a breeze.

He didn't even have to close his eyes to protect his eyeballs.

"Sure enough, it's the same as what I thought." Liu Zhengyang smiled proudly: "Your destructive power has not been significantly enhanced, at least it is still within my tolerance. In this case, your anti-beating ability is useless no matter how strong it is. At most, it's just a sandbag with a little more resistance."

Boom boom boom!

Liu Zhengyang shook his spear and kept smashing the Sword Master on the ground.

Even in the solid stone palace, many cracks appeared.

A large amount of stone powder has fallen, giving people the illusion that the stone palace is about to collapse.

The Sword Master of Hidden Sword quickly released his hand that grabbed the spear head, turned over at the same time, and took out a long sword.

He said with a dark face: "I was forced to use a weapon. Even if you die, you can still smile at Jiuquan."

Liu Zhengyang gestured and found that the spear in his hand was nearly three meters long.

And the long sword in the hands of the Sword Master of the Tibetan Sword was only one meter dead.

The difference is obvious.

He said disapprovingly: "The original words are sent back to you. If you can die under my spear, you should smile Jiuquan."