He looked for a voice, only to find that at some point, a young man in green with a feather fan and silk turban had appeared on the tower above the gate of the Xianyang Imperial Palace.
The young man has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a Chinese-character face, black hair and a shawl, and holds a black dagger. However, there is no cold sword energy in his body. He is as quiet as a virgin, like a human swordsman.
"Hmph! The human swordsman from there, get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame me for ignoring the order of imprisonment from heaven and earth and obliterating you here!"
Pan Weneng snorted coldly.
In the human world, ordinary people who do not practice the laws of heaven and earth do not need to fear the so-called immortals. The spell attacks of immortals and monks will not cause any harm to them.
Only monks with dual martial arts skills can use their pure martial arts body to kill ordinary mortals.
However, among ordinary people who do not practice magic in the human world, there are also some swordsmen with exquisite swordsmanship. The essence of their swordsmanship is otherworldly. Those who are powerful can even kill Mahayana monks.
But it only stops there.
Compared with Taoism, martial arts is more difficult. It is nonsense to think that by relying on martial arts, you can fly through the sky and become immortals, which is comparable to Jingwei filling the sea.
Over the past tens of thousands of years, there have been very few people who have attained enlightenment in the human world, and the number cannot exceed five fingers at all.
"Old guy, aren't you looking for me? Why, are you scared again now?"
The cold eyes of the young man in green were as sharp as an eagle.
He jumped down from the tower, swung the dagger in his hand, and pulled out sword flowers in the air, but he never released any sword light, nor could he feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.
This manipulation directly caused Pan Wu to regard him as a swordsman practicing martial arts.
"Hmph! If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink the wine as a penalty! That kid is only three years old, but he can transform into you! Since you want to die, I will let you see what a martial arts swordsman is!"
Pan Weneng's eyes were cold and cold.
Time was running out, and he didn't have much time to spend here.
Once Ying Zheng dies, the heaven and earth will surely shake. At that time, the Nine Dragons Purple Qi in the Xianyang Imperial Palace will surely collapse.
His only purpose in entering the Xianyang Imperial Palace this time was to seize the Nine Dragons Spiritual Vein hidden deep in the Xianyang Imperial Palace. As long as he possesses this spiritual vein, he may be promoted to Daluo Jinxian.
"Old guy, you're not afraid of letting your tongue slip when you talk big! You have to be careful, you won't be able to catch my sword!"
The young man in green was holding a black dagger and his expression was as calm as water. He looked like he was taking a leisurely stroll, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.
This scene couldn't help but shock Hu Hai.
He quickly turned around and looked at Zhao Gao.
Zhao Gao naturally understood it and immediately stepped forward and said in a deep voice:
"Sir, I have deployed tens of thousands of spies in the Xianyang Imperial Palace. I can guarantee that I have never seen this boy! Could it be that he is really the Holy Infant who descended from heaven?"
"Slave dog! Are you blind? He is about the same age as me. That Holy Infant was born only three years ago, how can it be what it is now!"
Hu Hai was furious.
Pan Wuneng on the side couldn't hold it back. He suppressed the aura around his body so that his body would no longer release any spiritual energy fluctuations.
He held his breath and concentrated, the energy in his palm exploded, and the silver sword in his hand suddenly erupted with sword sounds.
And this is the sword cry that only a martial arts sword master can withstand.
"Boy, look at the heroic spirit between your brows. You immediately kneel down and beg for mercy. Perhaps, I can consider taking you into my sect!"
Pan Wuneng stared at the young man in green.
The young man in green clothes in front of him is simple and unpretentious, giving people a sense of purity that has been washed away. What's more precious is that this young man's eyes are as pure as water and his eyes are very focused. This kind of talent is rare in the world.
If he is taught his Taoism, he will surely shine in the future, and maybe he will become a terrifying young evildoer comparable to the top ten geniuses of Kunlun Immortal Palace!
"Old guy, draw your sword! You only have one chance!"
The young man in green was unmoved.
He stretched out his hand and flicked the black dagger in his hand. The sword vibrated and emitted bursts of sword sounds. The sound of the sword sounds was no less than that of Pan Weneng.
This scene immediately shocked Pan Wenwei.
"You don't know the heights of heaven and earth. Even if your swordsmanship is extraordinary and holy, I have been practicing for hundreds of years and my body has become a saint. Your sword can't break through my physical defense!"
Pan Weneng said loudly.
"There's so much nonsense, hurry up and draw your sword! Ying Zheng can't hold on anymore, I'm going to help him hunt down the other three golden immortals."
The young man in green said impatiently.
"Boy, how dare you despise me! You are seeking death!"
Pan Weneng was furious, his chest heaved violently, the sword in his hand clanked, and his whole body was like a sharp sword, rushing straight towards the young man in green.
"so troublesome!"
The corners of the young man's mouth raised slightly.
He stared at Pan Weneng, who was speeding towards him, but he didn't even dodge, and there was no trace of panic in his eyes.
Until the opponent rushed towards him, the sword in his hand suddenly moved.
The sword floated and stabbed straight ahead.
"Ah! This, how is this...possible!"
The black dagger was as fast as lightning. Pan Wuwei had practiced for hundreds of years and suffered many life and death hardships, but he was unable to dodge. What's more, he found that the opponent's sword was like a ghost, and he couldn't catch it at all with such speed.
The black dagger stabbed straight at him. The tip of the sword was like cutting tofu, and it pierced his body directly.
"No! This is impossible!"
Blood splattered, and Pan Wen could not feel the sharp pain in his chest.
He wanted to cast Taoist magic again, but was horrified to find that a direct spiritual power surged into the opponent's black dagger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Such strange things became his biggest doubt during his lifetime.
Unfortunately, he never got the answer.
In the middle of the golden fairyland, he died in such an unknown way.
Pan Weneng's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
The sword light struck horizontally, and Pan Wuwei's body was split in half, and a human head rolled directly to the ground.
The young man in green didn't stop at all. The dagger in his palm erupted with a harsh sword sound, and his figure and the head on the ground disappeared directly on the spot.
All of this happened between sparks of calcium carbide. Hu Hai and the others didn't even have time to react, and Pan Weneng was already killed.
This terrifying aspect shocked everyone outside the palace gate.
The top killers under Zhao Gao were even shocked to the point of numbness.
No one thought that a powerful man from the Golden Immortal Realm would be killed like this. Even his soul had no time to escape. Both his soul and soul were destroyed. One sword cut off the human soul!
"Here, who is this person?"
Hu Hai said intermittently.
Zhao Gao also looked shocked and said tremblingly:
"I don't know, either. Perhaps, he is really the Holy Infant who descended from the sky. Otherwise, it is impossible that the Skynet spies under my command would not have discovered it."
In the void on the other side.
puff!
Ying Zheng once again spurted out a large amount of blood, and his whole body was dripping with blood.
His body was already riddled with holes, and the sword marks on his body were enough to cover his entire body.
"Ying Zheng, suffer death!"
"It's destiny! Ying Zheng, you will definitely die today!"
"The Yin Yang Sect is destined to achieve supreme glory. Ying Zheng, after your death, your good son Hu Hai will become the new lord of the world!"
The three golden immortal killers sneered.
Ying Zheng's eyes revealed the fear of death.
He has no retreat.
"Yingnan, why don't you come?"
He raised his eyes and looked into the void aside. Suddenly, his eyes lit up slightly, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said with a sad smile:
"Hahahaha... If I don't die today, the Yin Yang Sect will be destroyed!"
"If you are stubborn, you will die!"
One of the powerful men from the Golden Fairy Realm shouted loudly.
"Our three golden immortals are enough to destroy the world!"
Another golden immortal laughed loudly.
"Golden Fairyland, is it very strong? It's just mediocre!"
Suddenly, a cold voice echoed around the Kowloon Altar.
