Infinity Throne

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.

The monks who might, maybe, seemingly, should have a chance to discover Yi Lin in a stealth state were all attracted to the center of the battlefield in the distance by Yi Lin's high-profile opening.

In Yi Lin's eyes, the Zhudong King, who was wearing a special armor with only three holes for his eyes and nostrils exposed from head to toe, was actually not much different from a stripped and washed little lamb.

The only difference is that,

Worn or not.

"Free Method·Deconstruction!"

Yilin easily passed through the crowd and arrived behind King Zhudong silently.

Yi Lin saw a white light shining on his palm, and a faint shadow of a throne flashed behind him. He pressed his hand on the head of the armored turtle of King Zhudong, no, the head of the armored turtle... Forget it, it's the same.

Analyze, calculate, decompose.

The armor made of fine steel was decomposed and peeled off piece by piece.

King Zhudong felt his heavy head light up intuitively. Before he could experience the pleasure of "pushing away the clouds and seeing the blue sky", he felt a cold hand gently pressing on the top of his head.

My neck felt cold.

"Gu Gu Gu——"

A large amount of hot blood poured into the trachea, and King Zhudong coughed violently - this was Yi Lin's familiar and long-lost throat-slitting technique.

"The dog head of the Eastern King was taken away by the Apocalypse assassin!"

Yi Lin let out a loud roar, flew up, and walked away with a swagger as a group of soldiers were stunned and in pain.

…

…

The king of Zhudong is dead!

died!

Died inexplicably!

Died suddenly!

"W-W-W-W-W!"

On the side of the Eastern King's Army, the horn soldiers, who were deeply familiar with the art of reporting news, blew the "three long and two short" horn sounds. The long and long sound, like the sound of a suona, resounded throughout the battlefield.

Although the situation on the battlefield is chaotic, people are stepping on others, squeezing others, and killing others.

But one obvious benefit is that both 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.

"Prison of the Eastern King!"

"Prince Dong is dead!"

"Some people have died, but he is still alive! Mr. Dong Wangye has always lived in my heart!"

"Prince Dong's death must be meaningful!"

"Prince Dong will have no regrets in this life even if he dies!"

Due to the death of the resident king, word spread throughout the battlefield.

The Dongwang Army was in chaos.

The moment the news of the death of King Zhudong spread throughout the battlefield, every soldier in the East King's army lost their will to fight.

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

Defeated...like a mountain falling!

on the contrary,

The momentum of the Zhennan King's side surged. Even without the general's flag order, facing the East King's army that fled the battlefield in embarrassment and was defeated, they raised their reins as if they were beaten to death, and stepped out with messy horse hooves in a rhythmic mourning song. Charge forward and kill.

"kill!"

"Slaughter all the Dongwang pigs!"

"Prince Nan is the destiny!"

"Prince Nan is invincible!"

"Prince Nan is unparalleled!"

On the battlefield, both sides fight for momentum, slogans, and strength.

On the battlefield, under the premise that there is no huge disparity between the enemy and ourselves, spiritual power is the first-order weapon.

Not to mention, the Eastern King's army had lost one head in terms of number of troops, and its defeat was certain.

…

No one noticed.

In other words, no one saw it at all.

There is a cloud in the dark sky.

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

Dark clouds covered the sky, and suddenly, a big hole silently opened in the middle of the dark clouds.

It was like someone, living in the clouds, stabbed a sword through the sky.

In the cloud cave, wind and clouds gathered, and a huge "cloud sword" hung in the center of the cloud cave, almost ready to fall.

…

In the Zhennan King’s military camp.

The battle report came.

The king in the east fell.

King Zhennan's tea-making hand trembled slightly. He rubbed the jade ring on his thumb vigorously, his brows twitching on both sides.

Although it was an expected victory, it came too quickly and too easily.

I, Xia Xingchen, won!

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

The King of Zhengbei, no, has now become the Western Prince entrenched in the Western Regions. The prodigal dog is no longer something to be afraid of.

now,

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

At this moment, Qingdu is an empty city.

An empty city... waiting for the arrival of the right man!

He, the King of Zhennan, is destined to sweep away all enemies and step onto the throne of the Human Emperor that should belong to him!

I, Xia Xingchen, am the true emperor!

"Hehe, hehe, hehe, hehe...hahahaha——"

At first, Xia Xingchen suppressed his laughter in the military tent.

But then I couldn't bear it anymore, and I laughed louder and happier.

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 gentleman frowned, with a hint of disdain deep in his eyes.

So what about the throne of the Human Emperor, so what about the destined emperor. If it were not to kill the destined emperor, it would be too much of an interference. As the protector of the Demon Palace, he could kill him at will, and even buy one and get one free.

The layout is too small.

Only immortality is the lifelong pursuit of monks.

The old Mr. Feng Protector showed his disdain at the cheerful laughter of King Zhennan in the tent. He stared solemnly at the hazy cloud sword in the sky and said softly:

"The man from the Heavenly Sword Sect cannot leave the Hanging Immortal Island, and such a condensed sword intention penetrates the sky and the earth. Before the sword intention comes out, people can't help but feel fear. This person clearly came here in his true form... After all, Who is it? When things come to a head, you still use this method to protect Lin Yi? "

…

at the same time.

Li Qianqian and the Thunder Protector of Moluo Palace, one old and one young, one big and one small, their bodies like flowing light, were flying towards the center of the battlefield at an altitude of a thousand meters.

"not good!"

suddenly,

Protector Lei stopped abruptly, his pupils shrank sharply, and he stared at the dark sky in the distance.

Li Qianqian almost bumped into Protector Lei's back, but luckily he didn't hit him. If he did, Protector Lei would be fine, but Li Qianqian's big body might be crushed and she wouldn't be able to get it back even if she was rubbed. She stopped behind Protector Lei with her sword, heard Protector Lei talking to himself, and asked cautiously:

"Guardian Lei, what's wrong?"

The old woman's eyes flickered and she pointed to the dark sky in the distance: "There, someone is warning us with the supreme sword intention."

"warn?"

"His supreme sword intent has reached the realm of transformation. Under the control of that person, Yuanying monks and above, the higher the cultivation level, the more terrifying the sword intent can be perceived. He is warning, those above the Nascent Soul realm , don’t interfere, if anyone goes, he will die.”

"Hiss...it's the supreme leader of Tianjian Sect!"

The supreme sword intention has reached the realm of transformation. Protector Lei's description made Li Qianqian think of the so-called invincible woman from Tianjian Sect for the first time.

"Hmph, no matter whether the Supreme Head of the Heavenly Sword Sect comes or not, if she does come, if my wife and I end up easily, we will arouse that person's boundless anger. Even an old man is not 100% sure about what to do next. That man's sword. Even if that man is not the Supreme Sect Leader himself, he is still a figure almost on par with that man from the Tianjian Sect! Oh, no wonder Master Mo Luo told us to not take the initiative to cause conflicts with the Tianjian Sect after retreating. The dispute over the door, no wonder, no wonder!”

"The Empress's treasure..."

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

"Since that person won't let us end, as a Golden Core cultivator, that person claims to be a master of righteousness and will not easily embarrass the juniors. You only need to use the old magic weapon to face Lin Yi..."

The old woman laughed, her cloudy eyes flashed brightly, she clenched her five fingers and moved them up and down, making a "stab" 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 make the decision and jointly recommend you to Lord Mo Luo, so that you can become the saint of the Mo Luo Temple that has been vacant for many years. '!"

"Yes! Disciple, obey!"

Li Qianqian took the small black sword with an expression of joy, and without saying a word, she took the order and rushed towards the center of the battlefield.