I can explode

"I'm going to rest first."

Before the three of them could speak again, Jiang Changkong stood up and entered the room.

After rinsing, Jiang Changkong lay down and rested.

In the courtyard, the three looked at each other.

"Why did he go to sleep like nothing happened?" Zhou Heng was stunned.

"Forget it, he doesn't worry himself, what are we worrying about?" Xu Zhiwen shook his head and said.

Fang Qingyuan said: "Yes, maybe he already has a countermeasure."

When I woke up, it was evening.

Pushing open the door, Zhou Heng was still there: "I'll keep this meal for you, and go to Baiyukeng tonight?"

"No, go to the Martial Dao Tower." Jiang Changkong said lightly: "Do you know how many floors the record of the Martial Dao Tower's Sword Hall has been refreshed?"

"Grandmaster realm, the records are kept by the Sword Palace." Zhou Heng said in surprise, "What do you want to do?"

Jiang Changkong didn't speak, he ate his food with big mouthfuls, and after eating in twos and threes, he stood up and said, "I'll go first."

"Changkong, calm down. The Sword Palace is not easy to deal with. You are very dangerous by yourself." Zhou Heng chased after him.

However, as soon as he walked out of the dormitory, Jiang Changkong had disappeared.

36-story Martial Arts Tower.

Jiang Changkong came again, entered the elevator, and pressed the button for the tenth floor.

Ding Dong

When the tenth floor arrived, his strength was suppressed by the first level of the Grandmaster, and he didn't know if he could break the record by suppressing his strength.

It was still an empty space, and the pitch-black light flashed, condensing into an energy phantom.

嗡

A dazzling knife light flashed, and more than 100 monsters dissipated.

A token fell from the void, and a cold electronic voice sounded: "Successfully broke through the level, breaking the record, and it took 0.05 seconds."

able to refresh!

Jiang Changkong caught the token and went to the No.11 floor.

"Break through the level successfully, breaking the record, it took 0.05 seconds."

No.12 layer.

"Break through the level successfully, breaking the record, it took 0.05 seconds."

No.13 floor, No.14 floor...

Jiang Changkong refreshed the No. 14 floor again, all the way to the No. 16 floor, which corresponds to the seventh level of the master.

Grandmaster seventh level, it took him a little longer, a full two seconds.

Of course, he can go faster, but it's not necessary. In these two seconds, even the people in the Sword Palace can't do it.

Holding the seven tokens, Jiang Changkong entered the elevator and got off the Martial Dao Tower.

Zhou Heng had just entered the Martial Dao Tower, looked at Jiang Changkong who was holding a seven-piece sign, and asked dully, "Who are you?"

"It's nothing, set seven records." Jiang Changkong said lightly.

Zhou Heng: "..."

Set seven records, what are you talking about?

That's right, with your strength, these seven records are nothing.

"Where is the information disclosed?" Jiang Changkong asked.

"I'll take you."

Zhou Heng wiped off his sweat, and led him to the corner where there was a door, and asked at the same time, "Did you brush the No.16 floor? How long did it take you?"

Chapter 61: Cleansing the Ground

"No.16 floor, it's a bit long, it took me two seconds." Jiang Changkong said.

Zhou Heng: "..."

Two seconds... really long.

If he remembers correctly, the record set by the Sword Palace is one minute and thirty seconds.

When you refresh the record, you refresh the record and directly pull the record to the ceiling?

Two seconds, who can surpass your record?

Are you sure you didn't come here to hit people on purpose?

Pushing open the door, there is a middle-aged man with short hair inside, sorting out the documents.

"This is the record manager of the Martial Dao Tower, Deacon Wang." Zhou Heng introduced.

"Who are you two?" Deacon Wang raised his head, looked at the two of them, and noticed the sign in Jiang Changkong's hand: "Are you breaking the record?"

"Well, from the eleventh floor to the sixteenth floor." Jiang Changkong said.

"From the eleventh to the sixteenth floor, let me see how long it took, and it actually set a new record for the Sword Palace and the new record."

Deacon Wang took the token and said, "No. 14 floor, but the new record is ten seconds, you should just pass it?"

As he spoke, he injected his true energy and checked the token.

The token glowed with golden light, and a cold electronic voice came out: "The tenth floor, a new record, 0.05 seconds."

"No.11 floor, new record, 0.05 seconds."

"No.12 Zeng, a new record, 0.05 seconds."

"Number..."

"Fuck!"

Zhou Heng and Deacon Wang swear at the same time, looking at Jiang Changkong in shock.

0.05 seconds?

This is a record that a grandmaster can set?

"No, you won't be a great master, or even a master of spiritual martial arts?" Zhou Heng looked at him suspiciously.

Deacon Wang twitched, cupped his hands and said, "Dare to ask, what is your specific cultivation?"

This is by no means a record that a Grandmaster can set!

"Grandmaster sixth level." Jiang Changkong said flatly.

"Sixth level grandmaster? Stop joking." Deacon Wang twitched the corners of his mouth. Tell me, are you the sixth level grandmaster?

Now you say that you are a great master, even at the Lingwu realm, I believe it!

This is not a person at all, the record he should have!

Zhou Heng looked at him like he was looking at an old monster: "Sky, no, senior, are you a grand master or a spiritual realm?"

"Don't look at me like that, refresh the record and release the information." Jiang Changkong said flatly.

"Okay, okay." Deacon Wang came back to his senses, and finally remembered that he hadn't done his business yet.

Jiang Changkong watched him infuse his true energy, activate the token, and pull out a drawer from the table.

The drawer is full of grooves just enough to keep tokens out.

"Break the record, there are special rewards." Deacon Wang said: "You can choose weapon materials, pills, and exercises."

"Can you replace it with news?" Jiang Changkong asked.

"News? What news?" Deacon Wang was taken aback, and said, "If the news is too private and involves others, don't share it."

"Monster news, where can there be monsters of the sixth and seventh levels of the grandmaster to kill, the eighth or ninth level is the best." Jiang Changkong said.

Sure enough, Jiang Changkong only had monsters in his eyes.

As for the rewards, weapon materials, martial arts skills, pills, etc., they don't care.

"Grandmaster six or seven, eight or nine?" Deacon Wang frowned and said, "As far as I know, apart from Baiyukeng, it is the tomb of ten thousand people, but there are big master-level demons in the tomb of ten thousand people."

"Okay, that's enough news."

Jiang Changkong nodded, turned to leave, and stopped when he was about to go out: "If people from the Sword Palace come to me, let them go to Baiyukeng."

After finishing speaking, he left the Martial Dao Tower, stepped on the air, and went to Baiyukeng.

"Is this person really a real martial arts student?" Deacon Wang looked at Jiang Changkong who was leaving, and couldn't help asking Zhou Heng.

"This is absolutely true." Zhou Heng said with a complicated expression, "But I don't know whether he is a teacher in disguise."

This strength, the teacher of Zhenwu University, suppresses the realm, and he can't compare with Jiang Changkong at the same level!

Compared with him, Zhenwu University's so-called invincibility at the same level is simply a joke.

Coming from the air, walking in the air, the overwhelming light of the knife illuminates the night, tearing the spirit of the demon.

The warriors near Baiyukeng were immediately attracted.

"He's here again."

"What the hell is this guy trying to do? Purely killing demons?"

Rumble

The long river of saber energy falls, just like the Milky Way falls for nine days.

The torrent of saber energy shattered the demons and left them dead.

"Kill the low-level monsters, and the ordinary cultivation base will explode for ten days."

"Kill the low-level monsters, and you will be able to achieve a normal cultivation level for one year."

"Kill the low-level monsters..."

Standing high above the sky, Jiang Changkong wiped the ground with thousands of swords, penetrating three feet into the ground, sweeping across the Baiyu Pit, not letting any monsters go.

"This sword energy, this sword intent, this guy, is he trying to level the Baiyukeng?"

"Impossible. In the Baiyu Pit, the gate of demons has been opened. There are endless demons. He can't kill them all."

"If this continues, he will only attract more monsters."

Rumble

The endless sword energy was falling, and Jiang Changkong felt the cultivation in his body. It has been 130 years and it is still increasing rapidly.

Almost a breath, and years will add up.

"Kill the leader of the demon squad, and you will be a genius for a year."

The team leader-level monster was also submerged in the light of the sword, and died without a whole body.

The light of the sword washes the ground, and his cultivation base increases dramatically. Jiang Changkong stands in the void with his hands behind his back, like the unrivaled sword god coming to the world.

The cultivation base of geniuses is also increasing, a large number of demons in Baiyukeng died, and some demons frantically fled to the cave, not daring to face the sword light.

Chapter 62: Slashing the sky and drawing the sword

"Go to Baiyukeng quickly, Jiang Changkong has appeared again."

"The light of the knife washes the ground, the wonders of the prosperous age, this guy is going to level the Baiyukeng."

"Crazy move, Zhenwu University Jiang Changkong is going to push Baiyukeng horizontally and kill all the demons."

For a while, the secret warriors passed on the information, and some even took videos and sent them to friends.

"Fuck, is this crazy? Didn't you know that the gate of Baiyukeng demon has been opened?"