Traveling through the fairy world, I monopolize all the luck in the world!

At this moment, Wang Mang really believed that he would get angry and kill himself.

His eyes were filled with fear, and he nodded heavily, "I believe it, I believe it!"

"Senior, I promise I won't attack that young man again!"

Gai Nie smiled and let go, "Do you believe it?"

"I believe it!" Wang Mang nodded helplessly.

Gai Nie said with a smile, "To prevent you from disbelieving me later, I'll show you what a divine method is!"

As he spoke, a light flashed in his hand, and a thin wisp of green sword energy appeared in his hand.

"Remember to come and see it when you return to Beijing, there's a surprise!"

After saying this, he flicked his finger lightly, and the green sword energy disappeared into the dragon chariot.

Wang Mang looked at Gai Nie in confusion.

Gai Nie stood up and prepared to leave.

Wang Mang's eyes were filled with surprise. This demon god was finally leaving!

Suddenly, Gai Nie thought again, turned around and looked at Wang Mang.

Wang Mang was silent as a cicada and dared not move.

Gai Nie pondered, "As the emperor of a country, it seems useless to cultivate."

Wang Mang nodded hurriedly, "Senior, you are absolutely right. It is indeed useless!"

"Well, then, destroy it!" After saying that, Gai Nie pointed his finger at the Danhai acupoint on Wang Mang's body.

Wang Mang was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the wisps of true energy emanating from his body.

He hurriedly tried to reach out and grab it back, but found that his body was like a funnel that could not be blocked.

He was crippled, his elixir sea exploded, his cultivation was gone, and now he was just an ordinary Vajra body.

Wang Mang was completely stunned and sat paralyzed.

Gai Nie smiled and walked over to him, patting him on the shoulder. He praised him, "That's enough. Don't lose heart. You're in good shape. You can live to be ninety-nine!"

He laughed heartily, raised the orange gourd in his hand and drank in big gulps.

After drinking, he wiped his mouth and looked at Wang Mang again, "Remember, be a good person and don't be too presumptuous!"

After saying that, he laughed again and turned to leave.

In the dragon chariot, a flash of sword light appeared, and his figure disappeared.

Wang Mang's figure remained motionless on the dragon chariot for a long time, as if he was frightened and turned into a fossil.

After a long while, a palace maid came forward with a fruit plate, opened the curtain of the dragon chariot, and said delicately, "Your Majesty, please have some spiritual fruit."

Wang Mang was instantly awakened from his daze. He looked at the palace maid, his eyes gradually turning red.

"Damn it!"

Suddenly, he pulled out the long sword from the dragon chariot and cut off the palace maid's head with one sword.

The palace maid's terrified expression froze on the flying head.

Wang Mang roared, rushed out of the dragon chariot, pointed his sword at all the palace maids and imperial guards, and cursed, "Waste, waste, all of you fucking waste!"

"What use are you guys! Just die!"

After saying that, he rushed to the palace maids, eunuchs and imperial guards with a sword in hand, and started slashing at anyone he saw.

He vented his anger wantonly, as if he wanted to use this anger to fill his heart and cover up the fear and terror in his heart.

He started killing people indiscriminately, and the palace maids and royal guards just fled in all directions, not daring to resist at all.

He chopped and chopped until the blade of the exquisite long sword in his hand was bent and he could no longer chop, and then he stopped.

He slumped down on the ground, breathing rapidly and with red eyes.

The eunuchs and palace maids around him looked at him in fear.

Suddenly, Wang Mang covered his face and burst into tears, extremely sad.

At this moment, he, who was in his fifties, cried like a child.

She cried for the tragic death of her son Wang Heng, and also cried for her own cowardice and fear.

Why am I so afraid of this sword master?

And why did that young man dare to swing his sword when facing a powerful wandering god who was far superior to himself, but he was so scared that he couldn't move. The sword was right next to him, but he didn't even have the courage to look at it, as if he was afraid that the other party would misunderstand that he had such courage.

Wang Mang burst into tears, feeling that his life was worse than that of a young man who had been a waiter in a shop.

He doesn't know it at the moment.

The former capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty is now the capital of the Great Mang Dynasty, Shangjing City.

In the capital city, Qianming Palace, something unexpected happened on this day.

A giant sword fell from the sky and slashed down to the earth.

He pierced the Qianming Palace, the seat of the imperial court, with a single sword, cut off the roof of the palace, and also chopped the huge, luxurious and majestic dragon throne in the palace into pieces, shattering everything into pieces.

Fortunately, the emperor was out of the capital, no one attended court that day, and no deaths occurred.

But I guess when Wang Mang returned to the capital and saw this scene, he would be so scared that he would collapse.

Because this sword cut into his heart.

Thousands of miles away, one sword seals the soul!

After this day, Wang Mang would completely lose his former pride and sharpness, and from then on become a puppet of Yunding Tiangong to dominate Dongsheng Shenzhou.

In the distant sky.

The two ragged swordsmen fled in panic, flying thousands of miles away.

Xue Changkong slowed down his flying speed and murmured in fear, "Alright, that's enough. Gai Nie's sword shouldn't be able to cut here anymore."

Li Xingyun was held by his master by the neck as he flew at a high speed. His face was extremely pale at this moment because he had never experienced such a high speed and he was almost suffocating along the way.

He wanted to stop his master countless times and ask him to fly slower because he couldn't stand it anymore.

But the master flew even faster, fearing that if he flew too slowly, the sword master's sword would catch up with him.

Li Xingyun's expression was complicated as he asked, "Master, why are you so afraid of that master? Don't you call him Senior Brother?"

Xue Changkong took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, "Because he's a lunatic!"

"What do you mean?" Li Xingyun was puzzled.

Xue Changkong said angrily, "This man was once the most talented person in the Xinghe Sword Sect, but he once destroyed the entire Xinghe Sword Sect for one person, and finally caused a big commotion and defected from the sect."

"Why did he do this?" Li Xingyun asked.

Xue Changkong said with an unpleasant expression, "For his senior brother, a man who was even more powerful, and who was once considered a top genius in the entire Middle-earth Shenzhou."

Li Xingyun wondered, "Why has our generation never heard of such deeds?"

Xue Changkong shook his head, "Because this past is shameful, it is not something that can be shared with outsiders, nor can it be told to you young ones."

"Master, please tell me. I want to know so that I can practice more determinedly!" Li Xingyun said firmly.

Xue Changkong nodded and said, "Okay, I'll tell you!"

So, he began to tell his disciple a story, narrating an incident of the Xinghe Sword Sect seventeen years ago.

As he listened, Li Xingyun's eyes were filled with shock. He murmured, "Master, judging by Gai Nie's reaction, and considering Lu Bei knows the Xinghe Sword Scripture, do you think this kid could be that man's son?"

Xue Changkong was stunned and fell into deep thought.

After a while.

Suddenly, he looked up in surprise and waved his hand excitedly, "Let's go back to the sect and tell your master uncle that the man's son has been found!"