Dad! Love My Daughter To Death

"Hmph, do you also know that you are afraid?"

Zhong Qinglei smiled smugly at the careful treatment of the Sword Master.

However, the speed of his attack was too fast, and before he finished speaking, his fist had already smashed on the Sword Master of Hidden Sword.

boom!

Suddenly, the Sword Master of Tibetan Sword stretched out the palm of his right hand and blocked it in front of Zhong Qinglei's fist.

Although Zhong Qinglei's fist slammed into the palm of the Sword Master of the Tibetan Sword with a huge force, the palm of the Sword Master of the Tibetan Sword was like a mountain in front of the gust of wind, and it just stood still. If it wasn't for seeing Zhong Qinglei's unimaginable power, Liu Zhengyang almost thought that Zhong Qinglei was flirting with the Tibetan sword master.

The door owner of Panmen saw the result of Zhong Qinglei's attack outside the stone palace, and his eyes almost flew out.

Are you kidding me?

Such a powerful force slammed into the palm of the Sword Master, but it had no effect at all?

They are also monks above the Dao Realm. Is the gap between them that big?

Even if a cultivator of the Dao Realm attacks a strong person above the Dao Realm, it will not be so embarrassing, right?

After all, when the Dao-level assassin who hides the sword goes to assassinate the ordinary monk above the Dao-level, he also has a chance to succeed.

Click!

I have to say, because the strength condensed in Zhong Qinglei's fist is too strong, and he didn't leave enough strength to protect himself, his arm bones suddenly broke like dead wood, the flesh also cracked, and blood flowed out. come out.

But Zhong Qinglei seemed to feel no pain.

Exhausted, he lay limply on the ground and said feebly: "After spending so many means to strengthen my body, I thought I would never break a bone again, but I was wrong. Liu Zhengyang, I'm sorry, can't you help me? on your own."

After speaking, Zhong Qinglei closed his eyes in despair.

He figured it would take a little time to heal the wounds in his heart.

Liu Zhengyang sighed softly, walked slowly to Zhong Qinglei's side, and kicked him to the door owner of Panmen.

He didn't use his hands because he was worried that when he bent down to support Zhong Qinglei, he would be attacked by the Sword Master of the Tibetan Sword.

However, the Sword Master of Tibetan Sword seems to have seen Liu Zhengyang's thoughts.

"Don't be so careful." He mocked with a playful face: "Take care of you, I don't need a sneak attack yet."

Liu Zhengyang was noncommittal and asked: "I don't understand, since you have such a strong strength, why don't you take action quickly, but watch the assassins under your command be wiped out? Even if their strength is not worth mentioning in your opinion. , you can't afford to watch them die, can you?"

Especially when he thought of the fact that those assassins were fighting to the death, Liu Zhengyang felt very uncomfortable.

The assassin who hides the sword sacrifices his own life for the life and death of the sword, and the result is this result?

If they knew it, they didn't know how they would feel.

At this moment, a woman suddenly ran out from the place where the Sword Master appeared.

She said indignantly: "You don't understand at all! If the sword master was sure, he would have come out long ago. How could he watch everyone go to their deaths? He was just for..."

boom!

The woman was only halfway through speaking when she was interrupted by the Sword Master Hidden Sword.

The way the Sword Master Hidden Sword interrupted her speech was also very physical.

As a dazzling energy hit, the woman's head disappeared directly.

The body of the lost head froze at first, and then slammed to the ground.

Liu Zhengyang was shocked and asked incredulously: "Is this woman trying to justify you? You just killed her like this?"