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

The King of the Governor was guarded by one person and surrounded by hundreds of people.

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

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

The only difference is that

Wear or not.

"Free Law·Deconstruction!"

Yi Lin easily traveled through the crowd and came silently behind the King of Zhudong.

I saw white light shining on Yi Lin's palm, and a phantom of the throne flashed faintly behind him. He pressed his hand on the iron-capped tortoise brain of the King of the East. No, it was the head of the iron-capped tortoise shell... Forget it, it's all the same.

Analyze, calculate, decompose.

The iron armor cast by the fine steel is decomposed and peeled off in pieces.

The King of Zhudong felt heavy head lightened. He had time to experience the pleasure of "pushing the clouds and mists to see the blue sky", and then felt a cold hand gently pressing on his head.

The neck cooled.

"Gugugugu—"

The hot blood surged into the air pipe, and the King of Shudong made a violent choking and coughing sound - this was Yi Lin's familiar and long-lost throat-cutting technique.

"Dongwang's dog head, the Apocalypse Assassin has taken it away!"

Yi Lin let out a long roar and flew up. In the shock of a group of soldiers, they were dumbfounded and swayed and left.

...

...

The King of the East is dead!

Dead!

Dead for no reason!

Suddenly he died!

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

On the Eastern King's side, the horn soldiers who deeply understand the way of reporting the message blew the horn sound of "three longs and two shorts". The long and long sound was like the sound of a suona, resounding throughout the battlefield.

Although the situation on the battlefield is chaotic, people step on people, crowd out people, and chop people down.

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

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

"The East King's Soldier!"

"The Prince Dong is dead!"

"Some people are dead, but he is still alive! Lord Dong has always lived in his heart!"

"The death of Prince Dong must be meaningful!"

"The Prince Dong will die in this life!"

Due to the death of King Shudong, it spread throughout the battlefield.

The Eastern King Army was in chaos.

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

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

Defeated... like a mountain of fall!

on the contrary,

The momentum of the Zhennan King surged. Even without the general's flag, facing the Dongwang Army who fled from the battlefield in a panic and defeated army, they raised their reins, stepped out the rhythmic mourning songs and rushed forward as if they were fed by chicken blood.

"kill!"

"Slaughter all the Eastern King pigs!"

"The Prince of Nan is the destiny of heaven!"

"The Prince of Nan is invincible!"

"The Prince of Nan is unparalleled!"

On the battlefield, what both sides compete for is momentum, slogans, and strength.

On the battlefield, under the premise that there is no huge difference between the enemy and us, spiritual strength is the first series of weapons.

Not to mention, the Dongwang Army lost one head in terms of the number of troops, and the defeat was decided.

...

No one noticed.

Or no one saw it at all.

There is a cloud in the dark and dull sky.

A dark cloud that blends into one with the colors of the night.

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

It was like someone, alive in the clouds, stabbed a sword and pierced the sky.

And in the cloud cave, the wind and clouds gathered, and a huge "cloud sword" hung in the middle of the cloud cave, almost about to fall.

...

In the King of Zhennan Military Camp.

The battle report came.

The King of the Dingdong fell.

King Zhennan's hands trembled slightly when he was making tea. He rubbed the jade ring on his thumb hard, and his brows jumped straight on both sides.

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

I, Xia Xingchen, won!

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

The King of Conquest, no, has now become the Western Prince entrenched in the Western Regions, a prodigal dog, no longer feared.

now,

In the Qingdu, the old ministers who were loyal to the late emperor have been eliminated.

At this moment, Qingdu is an empty city.

An empty city waiting for the visit of the true emperor!

He conquered the King of South and was destined to sweep away all enemies and set foot on the throne of the Human Emperor who should have belonged to him!

I, Xia Xingchen, are the true emperor of fate!

"Hahaha, hehe, hehe...hahahaha--"

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

But later I couldn't help it, and the more I laughed louder and louder I laughed, the more I laughed, the more I felt happy.

No one in this world can stop him from sitting in that position!

...

Xia Xingchen's laughter came from the tent.

Outside the account,

The old man frowned, and a trace of disdain appeared deep in his eyes.

So what about the throne of the Human Emperor, so what about the true emperor? If he hadn't killed the true emperor and interfered too much, as the protector of the Moluo Palace Feng, he could kill him at will, or even buy one free of charge.

The pattern is small.

Only immortality is the lifelong pursuit of monks.

The old man Feng Guardian, and after the King of Nanzhen made a happy laugh and showed disdainful eyes, he stared at the hazy cloud sword in the sky with a serious look, and said softly:

"The Tianjianmen, who was unable to leave the Hanging Immortal Island, and such a condensed sword intent penetrates the sky and the earth. Before the sword intent was released, it made people feel frightened. This man clearly came here with his original body... Who is it? When things come, he still uses this method to protect Lin Yi?"

...

At the same time.

Li Qianqian and the Thunder Guardian of the Moluo Palace, one old and one young, one big and one small, with their bodies as light as a thousand meters above sea level, flying towards the center of the battlefield.

"not good!"
To be continued...