Dad! Love My Daughter To Death

In the secret palace, Zhong Qinglei, the master of Panmen and others were still paying attention to the battle between Liu Zhengyang and Zhu Shiwen.

Seeing that Liu Zhengyang was kicked back, Zhong Qinglei slammed his fist on his other palm, and said with great regret: "What troublesome little girl, when she fought with us, she did not seem to show her real strength. At her previous level, Liu Zhengyang should be able to easily take her down."

"It seems that she only used about 70% of her strength when fighting with us." Panmen's sect master felt aggrieved and said: "After I go back this time, I have to practice hard for everything I say, this feeling is too much. Shame. Even if we can't beat the strong men in Doumen, we should have the strength to fight against their little scoundrels."

It can be heard that they are also surprised that Liu Zhengyang cannot easily win Zhu Shiwen.

The strength of Zhu Shiwen has indeed exceeded their imagination.

But the same thing is another feeling in Zhang Feng's eyes.

Zhang Feng's eyes were full of horror, and he said incredulously: "What do you think? Liu Zhengyang clearly has the upper hand. With his current state, he can prevail in the battle. This is simply a miracle! The monk is already dead!"

"It seems to make sense. With Zhu Shiwen's strength, an ordinary cultivator and her would be easily killed even if they were in their prime." Zhong Qinglei said with lingering fear: "But Liu Zhengyang has never been an ordinary cultivator. Isn't this a bad comparison?"

The Sect Master of Panmen said with deep conviction: "Are you sure, when have you ever seen an ordinary monk so evil?"

Zhang Feng was speechless for a while.

Because Zhong Qinglei and Panmen's sect master really made sense.

If it is an ordinary cultivator, let alone destroy the Pill Society, kill all the top officials of the Pill Society.

Just destroying Yuan Man and Hidden Sword is an incredible thing.

You know, Tibetan swords do not know how many years they have been passed down in the central area, and how many times they have been chased and killed, but they are still standing. Such an existence was easily uprooted by Liu Zhengyang, which is already an unimaginable record in itself, and it is something worth bragging about for a lifetime.

On the battlefield, Liu Zhengyang, who was kicked back, rushed forward again with a kick, and continued to attack at an astonishing speed.

"Our battle is over," he said as he attacked.

"You want to run away?" Zhu Shiwen's eyes narrowed and he said coldly, "Even if you are Liu Zhengyang, you can't run away from me. Today's battle can only end with the death of one of us."

"That's right." Liu Zhengyang nodded and agreed: "So the final result of the battle will be your death."

"If I die, there is a limit to your nonsense." Zhu Shiwen sneered disapprovingly: "If you die, you will fight with me, how can you feel confident that you can win? You dare to speak up when you meet our Doumen cultivator. It's the first."

"I have discovered your flaws." Liu Zhengyang replied calmly.

"Weakness? Impossible!" Zhu Shiwen firmly denied: "That kind of thing does not exist in our Doumen monks."

"Really?" Liu Zhengyang smiled noncommittally.

Then, he suddenly increased the strength in his hand, which can be said to have raised his strength to the current limit.

When his strength reached the highest point, he slashed towards Zhu Shiwen's head with the power to split Huashan Mountain.

Because the speed of the shot is fast enough and the angle is tricky enough, even Zhu Shiwen has no possibility of avoiding it.