"You..."


    The friar screamed. When he wanted to yell, another sword Qi swept out of his neck. Then his head flew up and died in peace.


    The sword Qi was very powerful. The moment he cut off his head, he broke the virtual overpass in the monk''s body.


    "Go!"


    Friar Xutian of Lingxiao sect was so frightened that he ran away.


    Unfortunately, his speed was not as fast as Zhuo Wen''s sword Qi. After a while, he became the soul of the purple sword Qi.


    Zhuo Wen took his sword back and rose to meet the awe of the monks around him. His eyes fell at the entrance and murmured, "I''m Zhuo Wen back! Let''s go!"


    With that, Zhuo Wen took the six emperor spirits and stepped into the entrance, leaving only a group of stunned onlookers.


    "Lying in the trough! Two friars of Xutian were killed by the second, isn''t this young man a little scary?" the former pudgy friar couldn''t help sighing.


    "Are you stupid? Didn''t the man just say that? This young man is the legendary Zhuo Wen, the Zhuo Wen of the Youhuan sect!" the tall and thin man couldn''t help but fan the short and fat man with a shudder and said very impolitely.


    Just for a moment, all the onlookers were in an uproar, and their eyes were shocked.


    Everyone didn''t expect to meet Zhuo Wen, who is wanted by the eight sects in the legend, at this entrance.


    "Zhuo Wen is back. I''m afraid there will be a good play in Dongyu. Let''s go in quickly!"


    I don''t know who it was. After a while, all the monks who were originally in a daze rushed up and entered the entrance.


    Everyone is not a fool. Knowing that Zhuo Wen dared to return to Dongyu this time, he never came to die, but should have come prepared. He just doesn''t know what kind of spark will be struck between Zhuo Wen and the Youhuan sect.


    On the Tianshi, it is still desolate, surrounded by scattered stations of major forces in Dongyu and the dark starry sky.


    At the entrance to Tianshi, a young man in white came out slowly with six powerful monks.


    "The sky stone still hasn''t changed. Even the Youhuan building has been built again. Then dismantle it again. It''s just three times."


    The radian of Zhuo Wen''s mouth became stronger and stronger. His powerful divine sense naturally scanned the whole Jietian stone at the moment of entering here. He found Youhuan tower, the residence of Youhuan sect, and Lingxiao Pavilion, the residence of Lingxiao sect.


    Although Zhuo Wen doesn''t like Lingxiao sect, he doesn''t plan to attack Lingxiao Pavilion because of Ren Yongan.


    Of course, if he entered Dongyu and lingxiaozong recklessly shot him, he can''t be blamed for Zhuo Wen''s ruthlessness.


    When Zhuo Wen path went straight to Youhuan building, many monks burst out at the entrance. Their eyes followed Zhuo Wen and his party enthusiastically.


    On the Tianshi, many monks saw this scene, and their eyes were surprised. Obviously, they didn''t quite understand why so many monks suddenly appeared. Didn''t anyone check the entrance of Tianshi?


    "They went to the Youhuan building?"


    But soon, when the friars on the Tianshi found that these people were going towards the Youhuan building, their eyes showed strange colors.


    "The leading young man in white is so familiar. I seem to have seen him somewhere!"


    Then on the Tianshi, some monks looked at the young man in white who took the lead and felt that the young man looked familiar.


    "Master, let me do it!"


    Emperor Ling came to Zhuo Wen and whispered.


    Zhuo Wen waved his hand and said, "that''s not necessary. You can do it later. Today I just want to be evil. If you really move seriously after entering Dongyu, you have a chance to do it."


    Emperor Ling nodded, which was no longer forced, but silently followed Zhuo Wen behind.


    Although Zhuo Wen''s cultivation is not high, his combat power is very strong. He is not weaker than the friars of Xutian Qideng. Emperor Ling is not very worried about Zhuo Wen.


    Besides, the friars on the Tianshi are so weak that few can threaten Zhuo Wen.


    Zhang Zhicheng''s four eyes were not squint. They also didn''t pay attention to the friars on jietianshi.


    The ruthless old man followed and yawned again and again. Maybe he felt too bored. He had some egg pain at leisure. He could only use yawning to relieve his boredom.


    In front of the Youhuan building, Zhuo Wen waved his sleeve robe, and the Wushi magic golden sword swept out. Forty eight golden short swords intertwined into a terrible killing vortex in the air.


    Boom!


    The murderous whirlpool set off a whirlpool across the sky, pounded heavily on the Youhuan building, and then came earth shaking vibration.


    I saw that the prohibition on the surface of the Youhuan building was like paper paste, which was suddenly broken. Then the huge Youhuan building collapsed under the constant stirring of the killing whirlpool, and many monks were taken out of the Youhuan building.


    But when these friars snatch out, there will always be a fierce purple sword, which goes into the eyebrows of these friars and completely strangles their vitality.


    As more and more monks came out of the Youhuan building, more and more corpses were piled up in front of the Youhuan building, which almost made many monks feel cold.


    "Who is it? How dare you come to my Youhuan building to be arrogant and die!"


    An old voice came from the depths of the Youhuan building, and then an old man in a gray robe swept out.


    Zhuo Wen still chopped out a sword Qi, which turned into purple and disappeared into the eyebrows of the old man in the gray robe.


    However, the old man in grey robe was not a mediocre hand. He was quick in eyes and hands and avoided the deadly sword. Instead, he brushed over his shoulder and removed the old right shoulder.


    "Ah!"


    The grey robed old man screamed, his right shoulder was cut into flesh and blood by the sword Qi, and burst back again and again. His eyes looked at Zhuo Wen holding the purple sword in fear.


    "Eh? Escaped my sword?"


    Zhuo Wen was surprised at the reaction speed of the grey robed old man. His sword Qi was enough to kill any friar below Xutian four steps.


    The old man in the grey robe was just an empty sky. He was able to escape the sword Qi, which was naturally beyond Zhuo Wen''s expectation.


    "You... Who the hell are you?"


    The grey robed old man trembled, stared at Zhuo Wen and asked tremblingly.


    Zhuo Wen did not answer, but the purple sword in his right hand quickly cut out the four swords. He saw that the four purple sword Qi passed through the limbs of the old man in gray robe like a blink.


    Then the old man in grey robe saw his limbs with his own eyes. He was cut off and thrown away by the four sword Qi, and his blood spilled out. It was shocking.


    Ah!


    With a scream, the old man in grey robe fell to the ground from mid air, and the wound was bleeding. Even though he continued to recover from the injury with divine power, it was of no help, and the wounds on his limbs could not stop at all.


    The old man in grey robe knew that this was what the young man in white did deliberately. The sword Qi contained strange power to prevent the operation of his divine power.