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"Want to run away from me? Do you despise your speed too much, or do you despise me too much?"

Liu Zhengyang sneered.

At the same time, the nine high-level hidden swords have rushed to nine different directions in the room.

After they approached the wall, they didn't know what to do, and nine passages immediately appeared on the wall.

Those passages should be what they use to escape in a pinch.

Once they were rushed in, they might not be able to track them anymore.

The moment he saw the sudden change, Liu Zhengyang suddenly understood that there were not many backhands in the Tibetan sword, and it was no wonder that he had been able to stand for so many years. Even if no one has ever come here, they still arrange backhands in case they are used.

It's a pity that even if there are more backhands, it will not be effective in front of Liu Zhengyang.

A little under his feet, he directly kills the nearby high-rise.

And while killing the opponent, he released Zhong Qinglei and Panmen Sect Master as soon as his mind moved.

Anyway, the nine senior leaders of Hidden Sword are exhausted, and they are not afraid of their terrible attacks.

In this case, even Zhong Qinglei's combat power is completely sufficient.

With their strength, Liu Zhengyang and others quickly beheaded eight high-level leaders of the Tibetan sword stronghold.

The last remaining is the high-level talker.

The high-level talker almost rushed into the escape channel, but unfortunately Liu Zhengyang blocked it at the last moment.

Liu Zhengyang folded his hands and said with a half-smile: "It's a pity that I didn't make it at the last minute. You should know all my actions after entering the valley, right? You know that I failed because I didn't send the strongest assassin at the beginning, you Do you regret it?"

"Uncle Liu, I was wrong." The high-level talker suddenly knelt down and begged for mercy: "I don't dare to go against you again, please let me die, I can be your undercover in the hidden sword, for you Serve."

"You actually beg for mercy without shame? Is life really that important to you?" Liu Zhengyang was stunned.

However, just at the moment when Liu Zhengyang was sluggish, the high-level chatterbox suddenly attacked Liu Zhengyang's heart.

He said grimly: "Everyone who used the common life formation method with Lao Tzu died, and Lao Tzu couldn't survive. He died horizontally and vertically. I might as well pull your back! Liu Zhengyang! Let me die with Lao Tzu! I want You will regret it in hell!"

Snapped!

Liu Zhengyang took the opponent's fist with one palm, and then kicked the opponent into the ceiling with one kick.

Then, Liu Zhengyang said slowly: "Who would think that you really surrendered? I have already seen through the tattered tactics of you assassins, and it is impossible to give you a chance. I just pretended to be deceived by you, just I just want to see what tricks you can play."

At the same time, the face of the high-level talker has gradually turned pale.

As he himself said, after his comrade died, he did not live much longer.

He was just relying on his strong vitality to forcibly delay time.

After the high-level chatterboxer was dealt with, Zhong Qinglei walked over slowly and said, "Liu Zhengyang, it's really yours, and you're still in the mood to make fun of this chatterboxer. When did you have such a peculiar hobby?"

"Anyway, the battle has been won, and there is nothing else to do. Isn't it good to have some fun?" Liu Zhengyang said with a smile: "And after this stronghold is removed, should we receive the inheritance of Tibetan swords?"