People in the early Tang Dynasty: I compete with Wu Zhao for the throne

Chapter 474

At the bottom of the Wujiang River, Li Xuan swam towards the big boat in front of her like a fish.

While the mind was overturned, the sharp eyes caught the movement on the river at the same time.

The rolling stones flying wildly on the river, the stern roar, and the crashing impact were immediately transmitted to Li Xuan's ears.

Li Xuan smiled lightly, he could imagine Wen Fuzhi's extremely annoyed appearance at this moment.

Because at this moment, all the rolling stones on the river bank fell on Wen Fuzhi's boat.

Only hit his ship.

Under the water, Li Xuan also quickly approached the bottom of the ship where Wen Fu was located.

At this moment, several black figures suddenly jumped off the boat, creating countless bubbles under the deep water.

water ghost.

Wen Fuzhi's response was also quick.

In the blink of an eye, several water ghosts were blocked between Li Xuan and the ship.

Several water crossbows were all pointed at Li Xuan in an instant, and they were fired in a blink of an eye.

The crossbow arrows shot at Li Xuan extremely quickly, but Li Xuan just glanced at it indifferently.

The water is rolling.

In an instant, all the crossbow arrows deviated up and down the moment they approached Li Xuan, without any accident.

Seeing this scene, these water ghosts immediately threw away the crossbow arrows in their hands, clenched the harpoon in their backhands, and rushed towards Li Xuan.

Hatred eyes came from the eyes of these water ghosts, and the sharp harpoon stabbed fiercely at Li Xuan's chest.

The harpoon brought up blisters in the water, and it pierced Li Xuan's eyes in a blink of an eye.

But at this moment, in front of everyone's eyes, Li Xuan suddenly flashed forward.

Before all the water ghosts could react, Li Xuan had already passed through with the harpoon and rushed to them.

They subconsciously wanted to retract the harpoon, but at this moment, as if something was pulling at the bottom of the water, the harpoon could not be pulled at all.

The cold sword light flashed, and the blood was already smudged rapidly on the bottom of the water.

……

Reaching out and pressing upwards, Li Xuan immediately knew that this was a boat plank made of ten-year-old pear wood, thick and strong, suitable for sailing.

The sharp blade went upwards, and it pierced deeply into the plank of the pear wood boat in a blink of an eye.

With a swirl of the long sword, the palm-sized round hole was directly cut open.

In an instant, the turbulent river water poured into the big boat, and the hull began to sink in an instant.

The shadow above his head sank, and Li Xuan's footsteps immediately hit the middle of the river, and the whole person has already retreated quickly.

"Order, everyone abandon the ship and retreat!" Wen Fuzhi's extremely unwilling voice came from the water.

At the bottom of the water, Li Xuan immediately sneered, this guy is not willing to die until he reaches the Yellow River, if he did this earlier, it would be over, why would he spend so much effort.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed across the somewhat turbid water, and the next moment, a "plop" was heard, and a figure had already jumped into the water.

The blue robe, the black rattan armor, and the cold and venomous face are all Wen Fuzhi.

As soon as he entered the water, Wen Fuzhi immediately fixed his eyes on Li Xuan.

Li Xuan immediately understood that this person is not a person who will not die until he reaches the Yellow River, even if he reaches the Yellow River, his heart will not die.

In the river, the two looked at each other, and the murderous intent in each other's hearts was extremely hot.

Li Xuan's long sword in his right hand was directly connected to his left hand, and then his right hand touched his waist, and the sharp soft sword was already in his hand.

With the eight-faced Han sword in his left hand and the sharp soft sword in his right hand, the two long swords in Li Xuan's hands immediately unfolded under the water.

Wen Fuzhi's expression immediately turned solemn.

When he was on the river last night, Li Xuan had a soft sword in his left hand and a Han sword in his right hand. Now that he abruptly changed the posture of holding the sword, there must be a killer move that he can't do for others.

With a sharp look on his face, Wen Fuzhi immediately rushed forward, and under the burst of powerful Yuan Qi, Wen Fuzhi rushed towards Li Xuan like lightning.

At this moment, Li Xuan flicked forward with his right sword.

The extremely sharp soft sword immediately bit Wen Fuzhi's throat like a poisonous snake.

A soft "ding" sound came from the bottom of the water.

Li Xuan's sword was easily slashed by Wen Fuzhi, but at this moment, the sharper blade of the Eight-faced Han Sword had already solemnly and ruthlessly cut towards Wen Fuzhi's chest.

Li Xuan's offensive unfolded, like a surging river, uninterrupted.

Wen Fuzhi leaned back slightly, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, an inexplicable force appeared in the water.

The Eight-faced Han sword was suddenly covered with a layer of frost, and the speed suddenly slowed down.

Li Xuan held the black sword hilt in his hand. At this moment, his eyes turned hard, and he pushed forward with all his strength.

But at this moment, the straight blade had already rubbed against the blade from the side, and slashed towards Li Xuan's arm like lightning.

Behind the blade was Wen Fuzhi's cruel eyes.

Suddenly, Wen Fuzhi's face changed, and the long knife swung back fiercely.

There was a dull impact sound, and a thing had been ruthlessly chopped into the air.

Wen Fuzhi stepped backwards, and in an instant he escaped from the enveloping range of Li Xuan's eight-faced Han sword.

Looking sideways, he suddenly saw a soft sword being severed and flew out.

Wen Fuzhi turned his head quickly, and suddenly saw Li Xuan, who also distanced himself from him.

With a flick of the sword tip, the hoarfrost on the blade has disappeared.

Looking at Li Xuan with a serious face, Wen Fuzhi asked in disbelief, "You actually know how to control the sword."

A trace of surprise appeared on Li Xuan's face. Wen Fuzhi was able to speak underwater, which is truly amazing.

Raising his head and looking at the soft sword that was thrown out in the distance, Li Xuan's expression turned cold, and facing Wen Fuzhi, he made a fierce move at the soft sword in the distance.

Seeing that the soft sword retracted slightly, followed by it, it was already ejected towards Li Xuan.

The Wujiang water was pierced directly, and the soft sword went straight into Li Xuan's palm.

Li Xuan's left palm opened slightly, and the sharp soft sword hovered in his palm non-stop.

It was as if there was an invisible force pulling it.

……

There are no filaments.

There is no such thing as extremely thin silk.

Wen Fuzhi was really stunned. Seeing Li Xuan controlling the sharp soft sword from a distance, he really couldn't believe it. There is actually someone in the world who has mastered the art of flying swords.

But all this happened clearly before his eyes.

In an instant, Wen Fuzhi's eyes revealed a surge of greed.

Taking the head of an enemy general thousands of miles away is like picking something out of a bag.

The greed in Wen Fuzhi's eyes fell into Li Xuan's eyes very clearly.

The corner of his mouth suddenly revealed an incomparable contempt.

Feijian, there are no flying swords in this world.

With a flick of the right hand, the next moment, the sharp and soft sword flew directly to the top of Li Xuan's head, circling non-stop above Li Xuan's head.

Li Xuan's eyes were closed, and the eight-faced Han sword in his right hand stood upright in front of his eyes, and he clenched it tightly with both hands.

His cold gaze crossed the straight blade, and stared directly at Wen Fuzhi who was also looking over.

Killing intent.

In the eyes of the two of them, there was a determination to put the opponent to death.

With a "bang", above the head, a rolling stone slammed into the river fiercely, splashing endless waves up and down.

With a sound of "wow", the white blade broke through the water, and the sword stabbed at the same time.

The two figures brought countless afterimages under the water in an instant, and the two of them rushed together in the blink of an eye.

The thick Eight-faced Han sword slashed at Wen Fuzhi's chest, and the sharp soft sword rushed down from a height, stabbing Wen Fuzhi's throat fiercely.

The straight long knife stabbed straight forward, and the knife hit Li Xuan's heart.

In a short time, the two were already close at hand, and at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

An invisible force suddenly appeared around Wen Fuzhi, the Eight-faced Han sword in Li Xuan's left hand, and the sharp soft sword in mid-air, even Li Xuan's body was covered with a layer of white for a moment. Frost.

It was as if there was a special halo surrounding Wen Fuzhi's body.

All the speeds of Li Xuan's whole body froze suddenly.

In an instant, the vicious long knife stabbed Li Xuan viciously in the heart.

In contrast, the speed is surprisingly fast.

At a critical moment, a huge force came from the side and slammed hard on the left side of the long knife.

The water wave exploded, and the straight long knife swung to the left immediately, and then passed directly under Li Xuan's armpit.

At this moment, Wen Fuzhi, who was facing Li Xuan almost, revealed an unbelievable horror in his eyes.

You don't know any flying sword at all.

A "bang" came from Wen Fuzhi's mind, and the next moment, Wen Fuzhi rolled his eyes and completely passed out.

A series of blisters came out of Wen Fuzhi's mouth.

He sank slowly towards the bottom of the river.

Li Xuan shook his left hand forward, and the sharp soft sword had already returned to his left hand.

"There are no flying swords in this world!" Li Xuan's voice was very soft, but it was very clear in the water.

Lowering her head, Li Xuan looked at Wen Fuzhi.

[Wen Fuzhi, the chief supervisor of Tianyin Sect, father Zhang Shuyin, in the middle of Xuantai, in charge of the Taiyin God Realm, slightly injured, can be killed (suffocation, permanent brain damage after 120 breaths)]

Li Xuan's eight-faced Han sword moved with his left hand, and with his right hand, he made a light move towards the Tang Dao that fell into the water.

The next moment, Tang Dao trembled slightly, and shot towards Li Xuan quickly.

A wave of water could be vaguely seen spinning around the handle of the knife.

The straight Tang Dao suddenly stopped, and then stopped directly in front of Li Xuan.

Li Xuan breathed lightly, and the next moment, the water wrapped around the handle of the knife dissipated instantly.

Tang Dao fell down naturally, and finally fell directly into Li Xuan's hands.

With the long saber on his back, Li Xuan looked down at Wen Fuzhi.

Meditate in my heart, 110 nine, 120...

[Wen Fuzhi, the chief supervisor of Tianyin Sect, father Zhang Shuyin, in the middle of Xuantai, in charge of the Taiyin God Realm (can be stripped, stripped/not stripped), slightly injured, can be killed (suffocation, permanent brain injury)]

Hey, can the Tianyin God Realm be taken away?
Li Xuan looked at the entry prompt panel above Wen Fuzhi's head, and countless calculations flashed through his mind.

The next moment, Li Xuan pressed down with her right hand, and a transparent ball immediately appeared in front of Wen Fuzhi.

The surrounding river water was immediately drained away, and the inside of the ball was obviously air.

Li Xuan continued to press down with his right hand, the air in the ball immediately began to compress, and quickly poured into Wen Fuzhi's seven orifices into his body.

Suddenly, Wen Fuzhi exhaled a long breath of foul air, and his whole body felt as if he was about to wake up for a moment.

With a "bang", a huge force hit Wen Fuzhi heavily on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious again.

With Li Xuan's hand closed, bubbles rose from the bottom of the water instantly, and Wen Fuzhi fell into a state of suffocation again.

So repeated back and forth, non-stop suffocation, non-stop brain injury.

At this moment, several black figures quickly swam towards Li Xuan from the east bank of Wujiang River.

Li Xuan lowered her head to Wen Fuzhi, looked at the entry above his head, her eyes turned cold, and said in a voice that could only be heard by herself, "Deprivation!"

The entry above Wen Fuzhi's head completely disintegrated in an instant, turning into countless auras that rushed towards Li Xuan's mind.

In the blink of an eye, he was completely immersed in it, and countless information flooded into Li Xuan's mind in an instant.

A round of bright moon suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, and disappeared completely in an instant.

Looking up at the men who swam up to him, Li Xuan tapped Wen Fuzhi, and said softly, "Send him to Sanhe Pass, this person will be of great use to us in the future."

(End of this chapter)