Infinite Throne

   Chapter 950 Sword Intent

   Zhennan King Barracks.

  Xia Xingchen, Ni Bodhisattva, and the old gentleman, the three were drinking tea.

   Mud Bodhisattva felt very nervous and did not dare to let out the air.

   This old gentleman put him under extraordinary pressure. A rough estimate is that his cultivation base is at least a big realm higher than him.

   He seems to be a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm. If he is one or two realms higher, what is that?

   Out of body period?

   Distraction period?

  Even...the calamity period?

   hiss…

   Tribulation period monk?

   In today's world, monks in the tribulation period can be called half-immortals!

   Only half a foot away, a half-immortal who can soar to become an immortal!

   Half-step fairy!

   The real immortal, that is the realm of the Seven Absolute Empresses, who looks down on the world and is unmatched.

   Since the Seven Absolute Empresses, the immortals have disappeared, and no one can ascend smoothly, so the half immortals have also become invincible.

far away.

   wailing, explosions, swords clashing, fighting sounds are endless.

   Suddenly,

  The sound stopped for a moment.

   King Zhennan's movement of shaking the cup suddenly stopped, and the tea in the cup suddenly stopped shaking, causing a circle of ripples.

"he came."

  The old man narrowed his eyes and said.

   Mud Bodhisattva cupped his hands and said, "Could it be that Lin Yi, do you want to trouble the old gentleman to take action?"

"No, it's not enough to be afraid of. What this old man is afraid of is the empress' relic that he holds." The old gentleman laughed, and seemed not to care about saying what he "feared". He slowly got up, then The hunched back straightened a little bit, making a crisp snapping sound: "Three thousand years ago, Old Demon Zhang shot one shot at a time. He was hostile to the three ways of righteous demons and Buddhas, and finally fell into a sea of ​​black wind and sand. According to the disciples in my sect, The treasure left by the empress held by Lin Yi is the treasure gun of Zhang Laomo."

   "his-"

   Mud Bodhisattva inhales.

   "The old man will move his muscles and bones and retrieve the treasure gun."

   The old man smiled slightly, raised his legs and walked outside the tent.

But just as the old gentleman was about to step out of the military tent, the wrinkles on his face suddenly tightened, and a trace of doubt flashed in the deep of the old gentleman's turbid old eyes, he couldn't help but look up, and said in a hushed voice, "This Ling Xiao. Sword Intent... Could it be that at this point, Tianjianmen still wants to protect him?"

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at the same time.

   in Qingdu.

   Wanjiahua lights went out, and the city was pitch black.

   "A lot of mice, making noise."

  The old woman at the steamed bun shop finally waited for her daughter Xiuer to fall asleep. She placed all kinds of restrictions in the steamed bun shop, and after making sure Xiuer was safe, she slowly stepped out of the shop.

  I saw the old woman walking, her five fingers and knuckles skyrocketing, from a pair of thin slaps to five claws as fierce as steel poured weapons.

  I saw the old woman's knuckles moving, and there was a faint sound of thunder in her hands.

   "I have seen the Lightning Protection Law."

   Li Qianqian, who had been waiting outside the shop all night, finally waited for the Protector Lei to come out, and immediately greeted him, daring not to delay.

   She was actually very puzzled in her heart. These days, she had seen the wind and thunder protector with her own eyes. She treated the ordinary little girl as her own daughter, and even taught Xiuer what she had learned in her life. This made Li Qianqian's eyes warm, and she wished she could replace Xiu'er and become the goddaughter of the wind and thunder.

   Not to mention being the goddaughter of the wind and thunder protector, even if she was a real daughter, Li Qianqian was very happy in her heart.

   They are also human beings, but how could they be different?

  Li Qianqian sighed in her heart, and stepped forward to report: "Lei Hufa, the disciples in front sent back news that Lin Yi appeared on the battlefield hundreds of miles away and was massacred."

   "Tsk, that Lin Yi, what a pity for a good seedling."

  The Pharaoh Thunder Protector, with a hoarse voice laughing, the laughter is ruthless and chilling.

  Li Qianqian is a senior disciple of the Moruo Temple, who is deeply in harmony with the temperament of the seniors of the Demon Sect. Lei Hufa said this, indicating that he was planning to take a shot at Lin Yi.

"why?"

  Li Qianqian stared, and couldn't help but ask the doubts in her heart. From her point of view, such a disciple, even if he is a spy, once his identity is exposed, he can protect it if he can, and he may be able to add a capable general to the Mara Hall in the future.

   Such talent, how can you give it up?

  Should not!

"madness!"

  Lei Protector suddenly shouted loudly. The sound was like thunder, and it exploded in Li Qianqian's ear.

   "Om—"

  Li Qianqian felt dizzy and dizzy as Venus appeared in front of her eyes. When she came back to her senses, hot, slippery blood dripped from her ears and wet her snow-white neck.

   Just an angry shout has such power...

  Li Qianqian was terrified in her heart, and she was so frightened that she immediately knelt on the ground: "This disciple is stupid! Please protect Fa Lei for forgiveness!"

"Hmph, although the one from Tianjianmen is already at the end of the strong arrow, but she holds the Queen's relic, even if it is the end of the strong arrow, she can annihilate mountains and rivers at the click of a finger. Her strength is unfathomable and must not be underestimated. Now, Moruo Your Excellency has something important to do, and is retreating to comprehend the treasure, if not, how could he have made that ridiculous agreement with Yan Fuzhou and Tianjianmen a thousand years ago."

   "Treasure..."

  Li Qianqian was the first time she heard about these secrets from many years ago. As soon as she recited two words subconsciously, she was so frightened that she quickly closed her mouth and lowered her head, pretending that she didn't hear it.

"Hmph, so, if Lin Yi didn't do such a thing, the old man might really think that Lin Yi was the one who entered the Heavenly Sword Gate many years ago. But after Lin Yi did such a deed, the old man thought, It may be very small. If that person is really Lin Yi, how can he tolerate himself being reduced to the unbearable situation he is now."

  Li Qianqian understood and felt her face turn red and hot.

The meaning of   Lei Protector is clearly that Lin Yi is not a person from the Mara Hall at all. Then the question arises. If Lin Yi is not, then she left Tianjianmen with Lin Yi at the beginning. After exposure, she took the initiative to leave Tianjianmen and let her spy status be hammered. Wouldn't she be lonely?

   In this way, will the elders in the Mora Hall punish her for "ineffectiveness"?

  Thinking of this, Li Qianqian felt angry, hated, and fearful in her heart, and the tender body lying on the ground trembled slightly.

"Hmph, it's not your fault, that Lin Yi is cunning and cunning, maybe he shot against Chao Rushuang in Heifengshahaidongtian in order to seize the empress's treasure. I didn't expect it to make you misunderstood. But this is not a problem. The bad thing, the empress' relic is a hundred times better in his hands than in the hands of the Tianjianmen."

While speaking, Protector Lei held up his right hand and lifted Li Qianqian from the air. She took Li Qianqian and flew into the night sky, saying dumbly, "Now Lin Yi takes the initiative to enter the urn, what we have to do is to be cunning there. When Lin Yi can't escape, get ahead of others and retrieve the Queen's treasure!"

  What the old woman said clearly meant that the Immortal Zhuxian Spear Lin Yi found in the Black Wind Sand Sea was the treasure of her Moruo Palace, but now it's just a return to its original owner!

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   Along the way from the center of the battlefield to Qingdu,

  The imperial army retreated in a mighty manner.

   The secret meeting between the great commander and Lin Yi, no one except him knows.

   Otherwise, it cannot be called a "secret meeting".

   Sergeant Major, including the other five generals, all thought that Lin Yi was a big devil who would kill without blinking an eye.

The soldiers under    felt, for the first time in their lives, that this retreat was such a wise decision.

  Xia Xiaoman rode a war horse and followed the army, turning his head every ten steps.

   She believed that Senior Brother Lin Yi wanted to take risks and wipe out the incoming enemy, so he negotiated with the commander in secret and retreated at a critical moment, so that the army could retain its strength and kill a carbine if necessary.

   At least, that's what Xia Xiaoman thinks at the moment.

   Logically speaking, this also seems to be an idea that Senior Brother Lin Yi could come up with.

   Senior Brother Lin Yi's thoughts are always a little higher than hers.

  …

  The center of the battlefield.

  Lin Yi turned into a demon and killed countless people.

   A weird jet-black iron armor with thorny tires on its back spinning crazily, tearing the soldiers along the way to shreds during the charge.

Countless arrows and weapons fell on the reinforced iron armored man, but they scraped together. Except for the sound of "banging" iron, and making the iron armored man more excited, there was no other use. This iron hit a lonely.

  Irin threw the Nightmare, and at that moment, after attracting everyone's attention, he launched [Follow the Shadow] and [Shadow Kill] to sneak into the ground again.

   Dark night is Lin Yi's protective color.

  Tonight belongs to Lin Yi.

   in the shadows,

   "I told you to read more, but you didn't read it. You don't understand such a simple 'Tiaohu Lishan'? Tsk, no culture, what a slap!"

  Irin turned into a shadow, and with the shadow, he drove straight in like no one, and sneaked into the hinterland of the Eastern King's army.

   In the army camp of the Eastern King, bright torches were lit, forming a circle.

  Hundreds of nervous-looking soldiers, holding torches, squeezed the frightened Zhudong King into the center with two pieces of bread sandwiched with cheese.

   "King in the east."

  Irin approached through the shadows and looked at the eyes of Zhudong King, as if looking at a corpse.

   (end of this chapter)