Xuan Fei was originally in a small boat, and the speed of the river was greatly improved by taking advantage of it.

Seeing that the distance between the official boat and the small boat was getting closer, Lu Wen drew out the saber from his waist.

"Eighth Prince, I'm afraid the visitor is not kind!" He turned his head to look at Li Chengfeng.

Li Chengfeng waved his hand, and then deliberately cast a glance at Xue Ji.

"It's okay, since the Mo family wants to test my strength, let him come!"

"Let him be strong and let him be strong, and the breeze will caress the hills! You just watch it in a while!"

Xue Ji was so alert, she naturally heard the meaning behind Li Chengfeng's words.

She and Feixuan are disciples of two elders, and their strengths are also comparable, so they can't command Xuanfei at all.

The Mo family had just reached a cooperation with Li Chengfeng, but Xuan Fei interfered again, which made her anxious and annoyed.

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"Forget it, just take this opportunity to see how good the eighth prince is."

Just as a few people were thinking about it, the boat had already arrived at the stern of the official ship.

Xuan Fei tapped the deck below his feet, and flew up into the air, stepping across the river to the official ship.

"Li Chengfeng, come out and die!"

Pointing at Li Chengfeng with the Qingfeng sword in his hand, he sternly reprimanded him.

As long as Li Chengfeng can be killed here, his master will have his own way to exonerate him after he returns.

There is even a chance to become the first person of the Mohist youth generation by virtue of this record.

At that time, it is not impossible to marry Xue Ji and become the Mo family's great son.

Thinking of this, he even felt a little joy in his heart, as if a bright future was right in front of him.

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"Zheng!" A soft cry interrupted his thinking, and the black-toothed sword had already stabbed.

Li Chengfeng would not wait for him to strike first, this is not a ring, so there is no need to be so particular about it.

The sword energy on the black-toothed sword vibrated, and the powerful internal force of the human realm that day bloomed a sword flower on the sword.

Seeing this move, Xuan Fei couldn't help constricting his pupils, he was shocked, and quickly dodged aside.

Kankan dodged the sword, the clothes on his shoulders were torn apart by the sword energy, and a blood front appeared on his shoulders.

"Good method, it's time for me!"

Xuan Fei took a step back, the domains around his body opened up, and he went straight to stab Li Chengfeng between the eyebrows.

He also saw that Li Chengfeng's realm was extraordinary from the move just now, and only those who pioneered in the field can seize the upper hand.

Li Chengfeng didn't dodge, and softly shouted: "Tianmojue!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his **** to grab the sword edge, and there was a trace of jade light between them.

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Seeing this, the smile on Xuan Fei's face grew brighter.

It seems that this eighth prince is an embroidered pillow with no realm.

How dare you take a sword from the realm of heaven and man with your hand? What arrogance.

"Ding!" Jianfeng intersected the two fingers, and there was a sound of gold and iron colliding.

The Qingfeng sword was firmly stuck between the two fingers.

"It seems that you are still close!" Li Chengfeng smiled cleverly.

But the movement of his hands kept going, his left hand clamped the sword edge, and his right hand clenched his fist to meet him.

Xuan Fei was caught off guard by the scene in front of him, and tried hard to stop.

But just now, he rushed too hard, and his body couldn't help but meet Li Chengfeng's iron fist.

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"boom!"

The fist passed through the cyan field and hit Xuanfei's chest, like a bull hitting him, the whole person flew backwards.

The blood drew an arc in the air, and Xuanfei fell straight down the Yellow River.

"Okay!" Lu Wen couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Beautiful job!" Wang Er also echoed, only Xue Ji was embarrassed.

Wang Er and Lu Wen didn't know, but she knew it in her heart.

After all, Xuan Fei is a member of the Mohist family just like him, and what happened today inevitably created suspicion in Li Chengfeng's heart.

"Eighth Prince, I..." She was about to speak when she saw a desolate figure jumping out of the river.

Xuan Fei, who was drenched all over and with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, came back to the stern.

His eyes were red, and jealousy had already rushed into his mind.

"Just now I underestimated the enemy, you die for me!"

He wiped the water off the sword, and stabbed forward several times.

A streak of cyan energy flew out from the surrounding area, attached to the sword edge.

The cyan sword flower turned into a cyan unicorn with claws and teeth, and rushed towards it.

Every time the cyan unicorn took a step, it left several sword slash marks on the official boat, its domineering unparalleled.

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"That's it?" Li Chengfeng drew out the black-toothed sword behind his back, eyes full of disdain.

Slashing out with a sword casually, a golden sword shadow flew out from the black sword and met the blue unicorn.

The golden sword shadow flew away without any sound, without any power, but with a strong killing intent.

Xuan Fei was out of breath, staring at the sword energy, his facial features were twisted ferociously.

"Impossible, it is absolutely impossible for him to resist!"

"Xue Ji can only be mine!"

It's a pity that things backfired, the cyan unicorn was like paper in front of the golden sword energy.

"Puff!" The golden long sword pierced through the phantom of the unicorn, and nailed it between Xuanfei's eyebrows.

But in the blink of an eye, Xuan Fei lost his breath and flew out, his eyes full of unwillingness.

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Li Chengfeng put away his long sword, shook his head and returned to the cabin.

"I don't know if Miss Xue Ji is satisfied with me just now?"

Li Chengfeng's face was full of joy, he didn't look like he just killed someone.

Just now Xue Ji obviously had the opportunity to prevent the two from fighting, but she never stepped forward.

Obviously he wanted to test himself on purpose, so Li Chengfeng naturally wanted to express his attitude.

He is not a prince who is out of power and urgently needs the support of the Mo family, but the Mo family needs him.

At worst, it will be separated in one shot.

"Xue Ji knows her mistake! Please punish the Eighth Prince!"

"This is all his idea and has nothing to do with us!" Xue Ji threw herself to the ground and kowtowed.

In terms of strength, she and Li Chengfeng may have the power to fight.

But now that Xuan Fei is dead, if the cooperation between the two parties is lost, it will be a lost wife and a broken army.

Li Chengfeng didn't stop him either, and let Xue Ji kowtow.

He didn't wave his hand to signal Xue Ji to stop until blood was poured out on Xue Ji's beautiful forehead.

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"I also hope you can tell the people behind you. I don't want to see such a thing again."

"Now they are rushing to ask me to cooperate!"

Xue Ji nodded again and again~lightnovelpub.net~ bit her lips lightly, her face was full of humility.

She no longer has the appearance of a dusty fairy like when she was in Guixiang Tower.

Wang Er and Lu Wen were confused.

What does the Eighth Prince mean by cooperation? Who is the person behind Xue Ji?

The cabin returned to silence again, and a needle could be heard falling.

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Among the continuous mountains, among the strongholds of the Mohists.

Dozens of gray-haired old men are having a heated debate.

"My Mo family has lived in seclusion for many years, and you actually want to participate in political affairs, which is against the precepts of the ancestors!"

"My Mohist family has already declined so much, if I don't make a dangerous move, I'm afraid I won't have another chance!"

"I see that you all want to seek official careers for yourself!"

"Have you all forgotten my Mo family's Jian Ai and Fei Gong?"

"Datang provokes wars everywhere, which is not democracy!"

"Fart! You haven't seen how many frontier people are blessed by the Tang Dynasty!"

The people from the two sides quarreled so much that saliva was flying all over the sky, and the surrounding disciples all lowered their heads.

The elders dare not talk too much when they quarrel.

At this moment, the man in black robe sitting high on the stage spoke slowly.

"Stop arguing again. At this time of our Mo family's survival, we need thunderous means!"

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