Liu Zhengyang's idea is exactly the same as that of the leader of Panmen.

Because the assassin of the Hidden Sword can sneak out again at any time and assassinate the Hidden Sword person.

Although the damage they caused is just a drop in the bucket for the entire Panmen, it cannot withstand such elusive attacks, which will bring huge psychological pressure to people. Once the psychological pressure is so high that the disciples of Panmen cannot bear, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The only way to crack is to start the crack directly.

However, Liu Zhengyang could not seize the command of Panmen's leader over Panmen.

He asked the leader of Panmen to make his own decisions.

When Panmen saw that Liu Zhengyang did not object, he naturally directed the attack immediately.

With the help of Panmen, Zhong Qinglei was finally able to free up his hand and retreated.

"I'm so exhausted." Zhong Qinglei retreated to Liu Zhengyang, panting and sweating profusely, "If you don't help, I will become a deserter. Since even the senior executives of Cangjian have been killed by us, we can just watch the show next?"

Zhong Qinglei seems to be really tired.

Otherwise he wouldn't have asked to be an audience at the beginning of the war.

I don’t know how many assassins he killed with Tibetan swords to become tired like this.

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

"Zhong Qinglei, don't relax too early." Liu Zhengyang slowly told the process of fighting with the male assassin and said in a deep voice: "This is the situation now. If we want to achieve a real victory in the battle, we must find the so-called sword master."

"Sword Master? I've heard of him." The leader of Pan Sect suddenly said: "According to rumors, he is indeed the master of the Sword, and his strength is said to be unfathomable. Even if he fights strong people above the Dao Realm, he always only needs one move. Could it be that he is here too?"

While speaking, the leader of Panmen looked around carefully.

If the sword master is really powerful in the rumors, it is not a joke.

He can take action at any time and kill anyone present.

"No, right?" Zhong Qinglei said: "If the sword master is really that powerful and has arrived at the scene, isn't he the first thing he needs to do to kill us? Then why does he still stay? He has no reason to watch his subordinates be killed, right?"

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

Because something is really wrong.

If the Sword Master is really nearby, then there should be a reason why he doesn't take action.

But, what would his reason be?

At the same time, the people from Panmen had already attacked the Shi Palace and launched a fierce battle inside.

There are strong people falling all the time.

Liu Zhengyang stared at the battlefield for a moment and said, "No matter what, we will first find a way to restore our physical strength. 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 pills and gave them to Zhong Qinglei and the leader of Pan Sect.

Zhong Qinglei and the leader of Pan Sect were honest and unceremonious. They took the pill and took it directly.

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

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

Straws of strange energy from black and red were constantly drilling into his body.
Chapter completed!