Infinite Throne

   Chapter 951 Killing the King

   When Lin Yi appeared on the battlefield as an apocalypse assassin,

  There is not much difference between being guarded by one person and being surrounded by hundreds of people.

   It is possible, perhaps, seemingly, that there should be a chance to discover Yilin's cultivator in stealth state, all of whom were attracted to the center of the distant battlefield by Yilin's high-profile opening method.

  The King Zhudong, who wears special armor and has only eyes and three holes for his nostrils from head to toe, is actually not much different from a stripped and washed lamb in Yi Rin's eyes.

   The only difference is that,

  Worn and not worn.

  "Freedom Deconstruction!"

  Irin passed through the crowd with ease, and silently came behind the Zhudong King.

I saw Yi Rin's palm glowing with white light, and a shadow of a throne flashed behind him. He pressed his hand on the head of the iron-clad turtle of the King Zhudong. No, it was the head of the iron-clad turtle shell... Forget it, all Same.

  Analysis, calculation, decomposition.

  The iron armor cast by stainless steel is decomposed and peeled off.

  Zhudong King's intuitive heavy head lightened, and before he had time to experience the pleasure of "pulling through the clouds and mist to see the blue sky", he felt a cold hand lightly pressing on top of his head.

  The neck is cool.

   "Cuckoo-"

  Hot blood poured into the air pipe in large quantities, and the King Zhudong made a violent coughing sound—this was a throat-slashing technique that Irin was familiar with and had not seen for a long time.

   "The dog head of the Eastern King, the Apocalypse Assassin took it away!"

   Yilin let out a long whistle, flew up, and swaggered away while a group of soldiers were dumbfounded and in excruciating pain.

  …

  …

  The King in the East is dead!

died!

   died inexplicably!

   died suddenly!

   "Woo-woo-woo-woo!"

  The horn soldiers of the Eastern King's Army, the horn soldiers of the way of reporting the news, blew the horn of "three longs and two shorts", and the long humming sound, like the tone of a suona, resounded through the battlefield.

   Although the situation on the battlefield was chaotic, people stepped on people, crowded people, and cut people.

   But there is an obvious advantage that good and bad things spread quickly.

   Once the horn sounds, the soldiers in front will react instantly and automatically translate the horn sound into corresponding information in their minds.

   "The King of the East!"

   "East Prince is dead!"

   "Some people are dead, but he is still alive! Lord East Lord has always lived in the heart of the little one!"

   "The death of Lord Dong must be meaningful!"

   "In this life, Lord Dong, even if I die, I have no regrets!"

   spread all over the battlefield because of the death of the king in the east.

  The Eastern Royal Army was in chaos.

   At the moment when the news of the death of the King in the East spread across the battlefield, every soldier of the King of the East lost his will to fight.

   Because at this moment, they have no reason to continue fighting.

   Defeat... like a mountain!

on the contrary,

The king of Zhennan was soaring, even without the general's flag order, facing the Dongwang army who fled the battlefield in embarrassment and collapsed. Charge forward.

"kill!"

   "Slaughter the East King Pig!"

   "Nan Wangye is the destiny!"

   "Nan Wangye is invincible!"

   "Nan Wangye is unparalleled!"

   On the battlefield, what the two sides fight for is momentum, slogan, and strength.

  On the battlefield, on the premise that the enemy and us are not disparate, mental strength is the first-order weapon.

   Not to mention, the Eastern King's Army lost one head in terms of the number of troops, and the defeat was already determined.

  …

   No one noticed.

   or no one saw it at all.

   The sky was dark and dull, with a cloud.

   A dark cloud that blends with the color of the night.

   The dark cloud covered the top, and suddenly, a large hole opened silently in the middle of the dark cloud.

   It's like someone, living in the clouds, stabbed a sword and pierced the sky.

   And in the cloud cave, the wind and clouds converged, and a huge "cloud sword" hung in the center of the cloud cave and was about to fall.

  …

   Zhennan King's barracks.

  The battle report came.

  The king in the east has fallen.

   King Zhennan's tea-making hand trembled slightly, he rubbed the jade wrench on his thumb with force, frowning on both sides.

   Although it was an expected victory, it was too quick and too easy.

   I, Xia Xingchen, won!

   In the battle between the four kings, Xia Xingchen has already won!

  Conquering the King of the North, no, now he has become the King of the West, who is entrenched in the Western Regions, and the dog of the prodigal family is no longer something to be afraid of.

   Today,

  In Qingdu, the old officials who were loyal to the late emperor have been purged.

   At this moment, Qingdu is an empty city.

  A... an empty city awaiting the arrival of the Son of Heaven!

  He, the King of Zhennan, is destined to swept away all enemies and set foot on the throne of the emperor that should belong to him!

  I, Xia Xingchen, is the real emperor!

   "Heh, hehe, hey, hehe...hahahaha-"

   At first, Xia Xingchen suppressed a smile in the military tent,

   But later, I couldn't help it anymore. The more I laughed, the louder it became, the more fun I laughed.

   In this world, no one can stop him from taking that position!

  …

   Xia Xingchen's laughter came from the tent.

   outside the account,

   The old man frowned, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

  What about the throne of the Emperor, and what about the Son of True Destiny? If it weren't for killing the Son of True Destiny and interfering too much, he, as the protector of the wind of the Moruo Temple, can kill him at will, or even buy one for one.

  The pattern is small.

   Only immortality is the lifelong pursuit of a monk.

  The old gentleman, Feng Hufa, gave a cheerful laughter to King Zhennan in the account and showed his disdainful eyes. He stared solemnly at the hazy cloud sword in the sky, and said softly:

"The person from Tianjianmen can't leave the immortal island in the sky, and such a condensed sword intent penetrates the sky and the earth, and the sword intent has not yet appeared, so people can't help but feel fearful, this person clearly came here with the main body... What is it? Who? When things come to an end, they still use this method to protect Lin Yi?"

  …

at the same time.

  Li Qianqian and the Murao Temple Thunder Protector, one old and one young, one big and one small, are like a streamer, flying towards the center of the battlefield at an altitude of 1,000 meters.

"not good!"

   Suddenly,

   Lightning Protector stopped abruptly, his pupils shrank sharply, staring at the dark sky in the distance.

  Li Qianqian almost hit Lei Hufa's back, but luckily he didn't hit it. If he did hit, Lei Hufa would be fine, but Li Qianqian's big body might be crushed, and he couldn't rub it back. She Yujian stopped behind Protector Lei, heard Protector Lei muttering to himself, and asked carefully:

   "Thunder Protector, what's wrong?"

  The old woman's eyes flickered, pointing to the dark sky in the distance: "There, someone warned us with the supreme sword intent."

"warn?"

"His supreme sword intent has reached the realm of transformation. Under the control of that person, the Nascent Soul cultivator and above, the higher the cultivation level, the more terrifying the sword intent can be perceived. He is warning that those above the Nascent Soul realm , don't interfere, if anyone goes, whoever dies."

   "Hey...it's the supreme head of Tianjianmen!"

  Supreme Sword Intent, has reached the realm of transformation, and the description of the Thunder Protector made Li Qianqian think of the invincible woman in Tianjianmen for the first time.

"Hmph, whether or not the supreme leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect is here, if she does come, if my wife and I leave the stage easily, it will provoke that person's boundless anger, even if it is an old man, there is no 100% certainty. That person's sword. Even if that person is not the supreme leader of the sect, he is also a person who is almost on the same level as the person from Tianjianmen! Oh, no wonder Lord Moruo told us that it was not a last resort, and we must not take the initiative to cause trouble with Tianjian. The dispute over the door is no wonder, no wonder!"

   "That empress's relic..."

   "Hey hey hey!" The old woman's eyes rolled, she opened her mouth and spit out a small black sword the size of a palm, spit out from the tip of her tongue and floated towards Li Qianqian.

   "Since that person won't let us go, you are a Jindan cultivator, that person is a self-righteous person, and will not easily embarrass the younger generation. You only need to use the old magic weapon to go to Lin Yi..."

  The old woman laughed straight, her turbid eyes flashed, she clenched her five fingers, moved up and down, and made a "stabbing" gesture.

"Go!" The old woman smiled: "If you can kill Lin Yi and seize the empress's treasure, the old man and his wife will be the masters and jointly recommend to Lord Moruo, so that you can become the 'Holy Maiden' of the Moruo Temple, which has been vacant for many years. '!"

   "Yes! Disciple obeys!"

  Li Qianqian took over the small black sword, looking ecstatic, without saying a word, he led the charge to the center of the battlefield.

   (end of this chapter)