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Chapter 3395 dead duck mouth

Liu Zhengyang directly pointed out the weakness of the common life formation, which made the conversational senior executives' face turn ashen.

The remaining eight high-level Tibetan swordsmen's faces were not very good-looking.

In other words, Liu Zhengyang came to the truth.

However, the senior talkative executives still refused to admit defeat and said stubbornly: "Even if you find that our speed is not good, so what? Our attack and defense are still powerful. You can't stop our attacks and hurt us. We will still win in the end."

"Is that true?" Liu Zhengyang shook his body and appeared behind the talkative senior management again, punching him.

Like just now, his attack was blocked without surprise.

The chatterbox executive said impatiently: "Don't you recognize the facts yet? Your attack cannot be effective."

"Then why can't you sit still just now and start fighting back against me?" Liu Zhengyang asked: "The most important question should be energy, right? Although you can use power together, the energy consumption is real."

Although they should be able to use the energy of nine people together, the energy is limited after all.

They cannot endure attacks.

Moreover, because they are not using their own energy, their control of energy is definitely not as good as that of monks at high levels.

The energy they consume when they attack randomly will be amazing.

The same should be done when defending.

Liu Zhengyang pointed out the weakness of the shared life formation again, and the face of the chatterbox senior executive became even more ugly.

In the Secret Palace, Zhong Qinglei and the Pan Sect Master who had learned the specific situation were both shocked.

"Fake it?" Zhong Qinglei said in a daze: "Although I have known that Liu Zhengyang's head is very good, it is too incredible to be able to analyze so much information in such a short time, right? Could it be that he can read the mind in the rumor?"

"Don't say anything ridiculous. The only explanation is that Liu Zhengyang's brain is indeed very useful." The leader of Panmen said with emotion: "Mr. Zhong, if you have such a good brain as Liu Zhengyang, your strength may be able to catch up with me."

"If you had that brain, the Tibetan sword would have disappeared in the world long ago." Zhong Qinglei rolled his eyes and fought back unwillingly: "Master of Pan Sect, Liu Zhengyang has completely found out the opponent's weakness. Don't you plan to go out to help? After all, your realm is higher than Liu Zhengyang, and you should have a greater chance of winning."

The old leader of Panmen's sect turned red slightly and said awkwardly: "I think so, but I can't get out."

At the same time, Liu Zhengyang has officially started a war with the senior officials of the Canon Sword.

He kept moving, avoiding the opponent's attack, and was also looking for opportunities to attack his opponent.

His purpose is to exhaust the other party's energy.

Once the energy is exhausted, the opponent's strength will become meaningless even if it is strong.

After the other eight senior officials of the hidden sword discovered Liu Zhengyang's intention, they also joined the battle formation.

Unfortunately, their joining will only make their energy consume faster, which doesn't matter to Liu Zhengyang at all.

While avoiding the attack, Liu Zhengyang laughed easily and said, "I didn't expect that the biggest reliance of you senior executives was such a useless thing. I'm so laughing to death. It's a miracle that your hidden sword can survive in the Zhongzheng area of ​​the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon until now."
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