The woman in front of him, Zhuo Wen, knew from Huang Xinli's memory that she was Huang Xinli's old love, Lu Xuan. It was said that she fell into the arms of outer disciple Mu Gaofei for resources.
Zhuo Wen didn't have a good impression of such a woman, but he didn't want to meddle in her own business either.
Lu Xuan was startled when she saw the indifferent expression on Zhuo Wen's face. Huang Xinli had never been so indifferent to her back then. Even if he threw himself into Mu Gaofei's arms, he had never given such a look.
But now, Huang Xinli was so cold to her, and Lu Xuan suddenly became a little angry. She sneered and said: "You are an incompetent handyman disciple, how much contribution can you make? Look at your own virtue, how can this world be so good for you?"
The tower is not for trash and incompetence like you."
"Do you dare to say it again?" Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes in a dangerous arc and said coldly.
Lu Xuan shuddered and couldn't help but take a step back. However, remembering that Huang Xinli was just a coward in front of her, Lu Xuan couldn't help but steady her delicate body and said coldly: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have become so arrogant. I said you are trash and incompetent.
, is there something wrong?"
Snapped!
As soon as Luxuan finished speaking, she was slapped hard on her right cheek, leaving a slap mark.
"You...who hit me just now?"
Lu Xuan's eyes suddenly turned red. She subconsciously thought it was Huang Xinli in front of her who hit her, but she turned around and found that Huang Xinli was standing there, not moving at all.
Mu Gaofei, who was standing next to Lu Xuan with his nostrils pointing upward, also had a strange look in his eyes. He also did not see the person who hit Lu Xuan.
Just now, he only felt a gust of wind blowing against his face, and then a palm print appeared on Luxuan's cheek.
"Brother Fei, did you see who hit me? You have to make the decision for me!"
Lu Xuan covered her cheek and immediately threw herself into Mu Gaofei's arms, sobbing.
Mu Gaofei puffed up his chest and looked at Zhuo Wen with an evil look: "Junior sister, I just saw with my own eyes that this loser hit you. Don't worry, Brother Fei, I'll help you vent your anger right away!"
Lu Xuan cried and cried. Even though she knew that Huang Xinli had not moved at all, in order to please Mu Gaofei, she nodded frequently and said softly: "Brother Fei, you are so kind!"
Mu Gaofei laughed loudly, then walked towards Zhuo Wen, raised his head, looked at Zhuo Wen with great disdain and said: "Huang, if you don't want to die, kneel down immediately, crawl under my crotch, climb all the way to Lu Xuan, and then let him
She slapped her eighteen times."
Zhuo Wen was too lazy to pay attention to Mu Gaofei, a clown, and just slapped him in the face.
The force of this palm was too heavy, and Mu Gaofei was thrown into the air. Broken teeth were scattered on the ground, and his face was even more distorted. It was obvious that his facial bones were broken.
Mu Gaofei fell to the ground, his whole body twitching, and he was so angry that he was directly beaten to death by this slap.
"Fei...Brother Fei?"
Luxuan, who was originally crying, was so frightened that she turned pale when she saw this scene. She looked at this scene in horror.
In Luxuan's eyes, how could Mu Gaofei, who was ranked among the top ten outer disciples in terms of strength, be knocked down with just one slap in front of that good-for-nothing Huang Xinli?
And looking at Mu Gaofei's appearance, it was obvious that he was completely destroyed by that slap.
Lu Xuan was not a fool. She immediately thought that there was a huge difference in strength between Mu Gaofei and Huang Xinli in front of her.
Zhuo Wen ignored the two clowns, Lu Xuan and Mu Gaofei, and headed straight towards the Qiankun Tower.
Qiankun Tower occupies a large area, surrounded by squares and many shops. It is very lively with people coming and going.
Zhuo Wen walked to the entrance of Qiankun Tower and was intercepted by guards.
"A mere handyman disciple, do you have enough contribution points?" the guard said with disdain as he glanced at Zhuo Wen's uniform as a handyman disciple.
Unfortunately, as soon as the guard finished speaking, Zhuo Wen drew out the King's Sword and slashed out with the sword, causing the guard to explode into blood mist.
"Contribution point? I really don't have any!"
Zhuo Wen said this with a sneer, and then went straight into the Qiankun Tower, leaving only a dull crowd in the surrounding square.
"Are you kidding? The handyman disciple just killed the Qiankun Tower guard with one sword? Why is he so strong? And what on earth does that guy want to do? Kill the guard and enter the Qiankun Tower. He is seeking death.
Rhythm?”
After the silence, the square was in an uproar and the noise was endless.
There are nine floors in the Qiankun Tower. Each floor has a large number of disciples, and the higher the floor, the more elite disciples there are.
The moment Zhuo Wen entered the Qiankun Tower, he used the Thunder Fire Sword and the Blood Immortal Sword to kill all the disciples in the Qiankun Tower without holding anything back.
At the same time, Zhuo Wen set up a seven-level formation at the entrance of the Qiankun Tower. Anyone who wanted to fish in troubled waters and escape from the Qiankun Tower would be strangled to death by this powerful seven-level formation.
In this way, Zhuo Wen slowly moved towards the top of the Qiankun Tower. Wherever he passed, there was a bloody storm, and basically none of the disciples in the Qiankun Tower could withstand a sword in Zhuo Wen's hand.
In just an instant, Zhuo Wen reached the eighth floor of the Qiankun Tower, and he found that most of the core disciples of the Qiankun Sect were basically within the eighth floor of the Qiankun Tower.
Although there are many core disciples who are not weak in cultivation and have reached the Xutian realm, in Zhuo Wen's eyes at this moment, they are all a joke. His current strength is comparable to that of the ordinary Xutian Badeng. How could these core disciples be able to
will be his opponent.
"Anyone who dares to act wild in our Qiankun Tower is simply seeking death!"
When Zhuo Wen continued to harvest the lives of the core disciples on the eighth floor, he finally alerted the elders on the ninth floor.
"The elder has come out, we are saved!"
On the eighth floor, the core disciples who had not yet died heard this voice, and their eyes showed hope.
This is an old man in black. His energy and spirit are extremely powerful, and his cultivation level should be around Xutian Liudeng.
"In my eyes, you are no different than trash!"
Zhuo Wen slashed out the King Sword in his right hand and used the seventh form of "Swordsmanship of Destruction of the Way", Jian You Taixu.
The mysterious swordsmanship was like flowing water, constantly flowing back and forth between Zhuo Wen's hands, while Zhuo Wen was like a fish swimming in the water, taking mysterious steps and passing by the old man in black.
The face of the old man in black changed greatly, and soon he found that his whole body was collapsing, because there were countless sword lights filling his body, and they began to cut and decompose his body layer by layer, and finally the virtual bridge in his body
, also completely collapsed and shattered under that terrifying sword light offensive.
Plop!
The old man in black fell to the ground instantly, losing all breath. It was obvious that he could not die anymore.
The eighth floor instantly fell into a sluggish state. This old man in black was quite famous in the Qiankun Sect. A master from the sixth level of Xutian, could he not survive a move in the hands of the monk in front of him who was wearing the uniform of a handyman disciple?
"Who is it? Dare to kill our Qiankun Sect elder!"
At the moment when the old man in black was instantly killed by Zhuo Wen, all the elders from the ninth level of seclusion came out, and waves of terrifying consciousness, like hurricanes, enveloped Zhuo Wen's whole body, as if they wanted to oppress Zhuo Wen.
It's a pity that Zhuo Wen's soul is so powerful that these consciousnesses were instantly annihilated by him, and Zhuo Wen also used the soul-killing technique to seriously injure the souls of several elders.
Whoosh whoosh!
In just an instant, more than twenty figures appeared from the ninth floor of the Qiankun Tower, wrapping Zhuo Wen layer by layer in the center.
The first person is an old man in white robes. This old man has a white face and a childlike face, and the aura on his body is extremely powerful.
"Xu Tian Ba Deng?"
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes, but he was a little surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that there was a strong man with eight degrees of Xu Tianba in the Qiankun Sect.