Chapter 948 Killing the King

When Lin Yi appeared on the battlefield as the Apocalypse Assassin,

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

Maybe, maybe, it seems, and there should be a chance to find Yi Lin's monks in the stealth state, all of them were attracted to the center of the distant battlefield by Yi Lin's high-profile opening method.

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

The only difference is that,

With and without.

"Freedom Law·Deconstruction!"

Yi Lin passed through the crowd with ease, and arrived behind King Zhudong without a sound.

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

Analyze, calculate, decompose.

The iron armor made of fine steel was broken down and peeled off piece by piece.

Zhudong Wang intuitively lightened his heavy head, and he felt a cold hand lightly pressing on the top of his head before he had time to experience the pleasure of "pushing through the clouds and seeing the blue sky".

My neck felt cold.

"Cuckoo -"

Hot blood poured into the trachea in large quantities, and King Zhudong coughed violently—this was Yi Lin's familiar and long-lost throat-slitting technique.

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

With a long roar, Yi Lin flew up, swaggered away among a group of soldiers who were dumbfounded and in pain.

...

...

The King Zhudong is dead!

died!

Died inexplicably!

Suddenly died!

"Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo!"

On the side of the Eastern King's Army,

The horn soldiers, who were deeply in harmony with the way of reporting letters, blew the horn sound of "three long and two short".

Although the situation on the battlefield is chaotic, people step on people, people crowd people, people cut people.

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

Once the horn sounded, the soldiers in front would react instantly and automatically translate the sound of the horn into corresponding information in their minds.

"Eastern king's death!"

"Lord Dong is dead!"

"Some people died, but he is still alive! Lord Dong Wang has always lived in my heart!"

"The death of Lord Dong must be meaningful!"

"Prince Dong has no regrets in this life even though he dies!"

Because of the death of King Zhudong, it spread throughout the battlefield.

The Eastern King's army was in chaos.

At the moment when the news of King Zhudong's death spread across the battlefield, every soldier in the Eastern 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 King of Zhennan's momentum was soaring. Even without the general's flag order, facing the Eastern King's army who fled the battlefield in embarrassment and was defeated, they raised the reins like chicken blood, and their messy horseshoes stepped out. Rhythmic mourning song, Charge forward.

"kill!"

"Slaughter all the Dongwang pigs!"

"Nan Wang Ye is the destiny!"

"Prince Nan is brave and invincible!"

"The Prince of the South is unparalleled in the world!"

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

On the battlefield, under the premise that there is no disparity between the enemy and us, spiritual power 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 set.

...

Nobody noticed.

Or no one saw it at all.

There is a cloud in the dark and dull sky.

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

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

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

And in that cloud cave, wind and cloud gathered, a huge "cloud sword" was hanging in the center of the cloud cave, almost falling down.

...

In the army camp of Zhennan King.

Battle report came.

The king in the east fell.

The hand of Zhennan Wang making tea trembled slightly, he rubbed the jade finger on his thumb vigorously, his brows twitched on both sides.

Although it was an expected victory, it came too fast and too easy.

I, Xia Xingchen, won!

In the battle for the four kings, he, Xia Xingchen, had already won!

King Zhengbei, no, now he has become the Prince of the West entrenched in the Western Regions, a prodigal dog, and he is no longer to be feared.

now,

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

At this moment, Qingdu is an empty city.

An empty city... waiting for the one who is destined to come!

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

I, Xia Xingchen, am the true emperor!

"Heh, heh, heh, heh heh...hahahaha——"

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

But then I couldn't help it anymore, the more I laughed, the louder I laughed, 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.

off the account,

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

So what about the throne of the Emperor, and what about the Son of Man, if it wasn't for killing the Son of Man, the interference would be too great. As the protector of the magic Luo Temple, he can kill him at will, and he can even buy one and get one free.

The layout is small.

Only immortality is the lifelong pursuit of monks.

The old man Feng Hufa, after showing a disdainful look at Zhennan King in the tent with a hearty laugh, he stared solemnly at the Misty Cloud Sword in the sky, and said softly:

"The one from the Heavenly Sword Sect couldn't leave the Immortal Island in the sky, and such a condensed sword intent pierced the heavens and the earth. Before the sword intent came out, people couldn't help being afraid. This person clearly came here with his body... Who is it? When things come to an end, they still use this method to protect Lin Yi?"

...

at the same time.

Li Qianqian and Mo Luo Dianlei Guardians, one old and one young, one big and one young, like streamers, were flying towards the center of the battlefield at an altitude of a thousand meters.

"not good!"

suddenly,

Hufa Lei stopped abruptly, his pupils constricted, staring at the dark sky in the distance.

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

"Guardian Lei, what's wrong?"

The old woman's eyes flickered, pointing to the dark sky in the distance: "Over there, someone issued a warning to us with the supreme sword intent."

"warn?"

"His supreme sword intent has reached the state of transformation. Under the control of that person, the higher the cultivation base, the more terrifying the sword intent will be. He is warning that those above the Nascent Soul realm , don’t interfere, whoever goes there will die.”

"Hiss...it's the Supreme Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

The supreme sword intent has reached the state of perfection, and Lei Hufa's description made Li Qianqian immediately think of the so-called invincible woman in Tianjianmen.

"Hmph, regardless of whether the Supreme Head of the Heavenly Sword Sect has come or not, if she does come, if my wife and I get off easily, that person will be enraged. Even the old man is not 100% sure. Next That person's sword. Even if that person is not the head of the Supreme Court personally, he is still a person who is almost on par with the person from the Heavenly Sword Sect! Heh, no wonder Master Mo Luo told us not to initiate a confrontation with the Heavenly Sword Sect unless it is absolutely necessary. No wonder, no wonder!"

"The treasure left by the Empress..."

"Hey hey!" The old woman rolled her eyes, she opened her mouth and spat 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, as a Golden Core cultivator, you are a self-proclaimed righteous person, and you won't easily embarrass the juniors. You just need to use the old magic weapon to face Lin Yi..."

The old woman laughed straight, her cloudy eyes flashed brightly, she clenched her five fingers, stroked them up and down, and made a gesture of "stabbing someone".

"Go!" The old woman smiled: "If you can kill Lin Yi and seize the treasure left by the Empress, the old man and his wife will decide to recommend you to Lord Mo Luo, and you will become the Holy Maiden of the Mo Luo Palace that has been vacant for many years." '!"

"Yes! Disciple obeys!"

Li Qianqian took over the small black sword with an expression of ecstasy, and without saying a word, led her to the center of the battlefield.

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