When Zhuowen walked to the gate of Qiankun Pagoda, he was stopped by the guards.

"A mere handyman disciple, do you have enough contribution points?" The guard asked with disdain, looking at Zhuo Wen's clothes as a handyman disciple.

It's a pity that just as the guard finished speaking, Zhuo Wen pulled out the king sword and slashed out with one sword, the guard exploded into blood mist.

"Contribution points? I really don't have any!"

Zhuo Wen said with a sneer, and went straight into the Qiankun Pagoda, leaving only the dull crowd in the surrounding square.

"Just kidding, just now that handyman disciple actually beheaded the guard of Qiankun Tower with a sword? Why is he so strong? And what does that guy want to do? Kill the guard and enter Qiankun Tower. He wants to die Rhythm?"

After the silence in the square, there was an uproar, and the noise was endless.

Qiankun Pagoda has nine floors, and each floor has a large number of disciples, and the higher the floor, the more elite disciples.

The moment Zhuowen entered the Qiankun Pagoda, he sacrificed the Thunder Fire Sword and the Blood Immortal Sword, telling them to kill all the disciples in the Qiankun Pagoda without keeping their hands.

At the same time, Zhuo Wen even set up a seven-level formation at the entrance of the Qiankun Tower, but 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.

Just like that, Zhuo Wen walked slowly towards the top floor of the Qiankun Pagoda. Wherever he passed, there was a bloody storm, and the disciples in the Qiankun Pagoda were basically unable to withstand a sword in Zhuo Wen's hands.

In just an instant, Zhuo Wen climbed to the eighth floor of the Qiankun Pagoda, and he found that most of the core disciples of the Qiankun Sect were basically within the eighth floor of the Qiankun Pagoda.

Although there are quite a few core disciples who are not weak and have reached the Xutian Realm, in the eyes of Zhuo Wen at this moment, all of them are jokes. His current strength is already comparable to the general Xutian Badeng. How can these core disciples will be his opponent.

"Whoever dares to behave wildly in my Qiankun Pagoda is courting death!"

When Zhuo Wen was constantly harvesting the lives of the core disciples on the eighth floor, he finally alarmed the elders on the ninth floor.

"The elder has come out, we are saved!"

In the eighth floor, the core disciples who hadn't lost their lives all had hope in their eyes when they heard the voice.

This is an old man in black, with an extremely powerful body, and his cultivation base should be around Xutian Liudeng.

"In my eyes, you are no different from trash!"

Zhuo Wen slashed out the Wang Jian with his right hand, using the seventh style of "Sword Tournament Taixu" in "Swordsmanship That Destroys Dao".

The mysterious swordsmanship was like flowing water, constantly tumbling back and forth between Zhuo Wen's hands, while Zhuo Wen was like a fish swimming in water, walking past the black-clothed old man with mysterious steps.

The face of the old man in black changed drastically, and immediately he found that his whole body was collapsing, because there were countless sword lights, filling his body, and began to cut and disintegrate his body layer by layer, and finally the virtual bridge in his body , also completely collapsed and shattered under the terrifying sword light offensive.

Plop!

The black-clothed old man fell to the ground in an instant, completely out of breath. Obviously, he couldn't die anymore.

The eighth floor fell into a sluggish moment. This black-clothed old man is quite famous in Qiankunzong. The master of Xutian Liudeng can't hold a single move in the hands of this monk in the clothes 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 Zhuowen, all the elders of the ninth floor retreat came out, and a wave of terrifying consciousness, like a hurricane, enveloped Zhuowen's whole body, as if wanting to oppress Zhuowen,

It's a pity that Zhuowen's spirit is so powerful that he annihilated these spirits in an instant, and Zhuowen also used the soul killing technique to seriously injure the spirits of several elders.

Whoosh whoosh!

In just an instant, more than twenty figures swept out from the ninth floor of Qiankun Pagoda, wrapping Zhuowen 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 with white hair, and his aura is extremely powerful.

"The sky is so high?"

Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes, but he was a little surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that there was a powerful man in Qiankun Sect.

"The Supreme Elder!"

The 20 or so figures that flitted out from the top floor bowed down to salute the leading white-robed old man with great respect.

The old man in white robe nodded, and immediately waved his sleeve robe. Suddenly, the Thunder Fire Sword and Blood Immortal Sword, which had been raging and killing on the eighth floor of Qiankun Tower, were frozen by a terrifying force.

Zhuo Wen slashed out with a sword, splitting the stagnant force immediately, while the Thunder Fire Sword and Blood Immortal Sword surrounded him.

"Huh? I didn't expect you to be so powerful, but your cultivation base is not as high as the fifth level in the sky! Who are you?" The white-robed old man said in a deep voice, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Sword Dragon Slashes the Sky!"

Zhuo Wen didn't talk nonsense at all. Holding the king sword in his right hand, he slashed out with a sword aura soaring into the sky, transforming into a gigantic dragon and blasting towards the old man in white robe. JrNovels.com