Chapter 312

When a lifeless figure flew out from the fire, everyone was shocked and the audience was shocked.

No matter who this person is, it is certain that this figure died without any suspense.

Thinking of the scene where four people surrounded Lin Yun before the firelight rose, for a moment, almost everyone subconsciously thought that the deceased was Lin Yun.

Even Luo Feng, who supervises the alliance battle under the thunder and clouds, is no exception.

On the cloud platform in the distance, after silence, I don’t know who said Lin Yun was dead, and suddenly burst into screams.

If it were ordinary people, they would die if they died. Too many people had already died in this century's most alliance battle.

But Lin Yun is different. Before the alliance battle, he had already made the thousand-year-old bell, the phoenix sing in the sky, and he would become a monster in the future!

After the alliance battle, he passed the hurdles and showed amazing potential.

In the final battle, he was the youngest among the five, but only seventeen years old, and had a bright future.

It is a pity that at such an age, in his prime, he just died here.

Many people thought that he would lose, but they really didn't expect that he would die in the alliance battle.

"Hahaha, this dog is finally dead!"

The Gentleman Alliance Wang Yan's eyes flashed with pleasure, and his expression was ferocious and a little crazy. Lin Yun was a thorn in his heart. Since he suffered three swords and six holes, his hatred for Lin Yun has reached an unprecedented level.

He wanted Lin Yun to die at any cost, which shows how he wanted to do so.

Now that Lin Yun is finally dead, how can he not be happy?

"No!"

At the place where everyone gathered in Luojia Mountain, Xinyan exclaimed in a flash of exclamation, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, jumped down from the platform, scaring everyone.

"Senior Sister Xinyan!"

Mo Cheng and others were shocked. This was a cliff that was a thousand feet high, and it would not be easy even if the cultivation level of Xuanwu Realm fell.

This scene surprised everyone. Even the face of the Protector Mei who was sitting on the high platform changed slightly and she shook her head.

Only after Wang Yan was stunned, he felt even more happy and gritted his teeth and said, "I said it will make you regret it!"

"Senior Brother Wang, something seems wrong. I remember Lin Yun was carrying a sword box on his back."

He thought of something coldly and said in a low voice.

"Not Lin Yun?"

Wang Yan's face changed drastically, but then he sneered: "The four people joined forces to surround and kill him. Who else could he kill? Do you think that if he could kill one person with the four people joining forces?"

But on the cloud platform, many elders began to whisper.

"It seems that it's not Lin Yun"

"Her Mr. Hong, have you seen clearly?"

"It's too fast, I didn't have time to see it clearly and fell into the sea of ​​fire. I only took a look, but it really doesn't look like Lin Yun."

"I look a bit like Jiang Feng"

The speed is too fast and the disciples can't see it clearly, but most of the elders have the strength of the Purple Palace Realm. Even if you only look at it, you can see it roughly.

However, when he thought of the four people surrounding Lin Yun before, he subconsciously thought that the person who died was Lin Yun.

After calming down a little, I felt something was wrong, and the discussion on the Guanyuntai suddenly increased. After a while, all the people began to discuss whether the deceased was Lin Yun.

Even Wang Yan, who was sure to be Lin Yun, had a slightly changed face. The disciples of the Gentleman League felt a strange atmosphere and did not dare to speak much.

But his eyes swept over Wang Yan's face from time to time, and he felt a little frightened.

If it weren't for Lin Yun, then Senior Brother Wang's expression just now would be a waste. In contrast, I don't know what kind of mood it would be.

Bang!

Xinyan, who jumped off the Guanyuntai, wiped the blood stains from the corner of her mouth, swept her eyes and looked for the direction of the sword tomb.

"My friend Xinyan, it's fine."

A sword sculpture fell in the forest. The elder on the sword sculpture breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xinyan.

Xinyan said anxiously: "Please lend me a sword sculpture."

"Give it to you."

The elder did not say much, shook his head and sighed, and borrowed the sword sculpture to her.

"Thank you!"

He didn't care much about it, and after jumping on, Xinyan controlled the sword eagle to fly wildly, muttering to herself: "I shouldn't have let you participate in the alliance battle. You clearly promised me, so you are not allowed to die!"

She was a little dazed, her eyes were moist, and tears fell unknowingly.

Under the thunder cloud, Luo Feng on the sword eagle had already retracted his sight. He felt relieved, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Old White, if you want to ridicule me next time, you have to see clearly that you are talking."

"What did you say?"

"I said you're blind!"

"Fuck, Lin Yun is obviously the one who died. Could it be that four people surrounded him and could he still kill one person? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Bai Ting cursed, but his true energy was poured into his eyes and looked down desperately.

But Jiang Feng had already fallen into the sea of ​​fire, and the body was afraid of being burned beyond recognition. How could he see clearly?

Unwilling to withdraw his gaze, Bai Ting looked at Luo Feng, who was alive and said coldly: "Lin Yun must be the one who died. The fight in the sea of ​​fire has stopped. It won't take long for the rising flames to fall, and you will know at a glance."

Luo Feng did not compete with him and chuckled softly: "Yes! You can tell at a glance that it's not the result you want. Hey, why are you here?"

Huh!

At the edge of the sword tomb, a graceful figure hurriedly fell from the sword sculpture, and rushed towards the sword tomb in the vast sea of ​​fire without even looking.

The sudden scene surprised the inner and outer disciples gathered on the edge of the sword tomb. Li Wuyou exclaimed, flew forward and quickly stopped him.

"Sister Xinyan, what are you doing?"

When Xinyan saw Wuyou, she choked and said, "Even if the junior brother leaves, he has to pick up his body. You can't die without a complete body."

Li Wuyou laughed and cried when he heard this, and said, "Senior Sister, Brother Lin Yun is so good. The Jiang Feng died, and the third Jiang Feng was on the list."

"Senior Sister Xinyan, the person who died was indeed Jiang Feng."

Lin Qiushan and Lin Yan came over, and their eyes flashed with surprise. It is hard to imagine that the Iron Blood Rose Xinyan, who is so fragile that everyone is in awe on weekdays.

"The blood spirit ghost fire seems to have descended. Senior Sister Xinyan, you can take a look at it yourself."

The few people looked at the blood spirit ghost fire on the sword tomb, which was roaring like a storm, gradually fell down as the fight subsided.

After a while, four figures appeared on the empty sword tomb.

With a pale face, a pretty face, a firm look, a sword box on his back, a blue shirt, the Luojia Mountain Lin Yun was listed.

"It's him"

Xinyan put her jade hands on her proud chest and cried with joy.

"How is this possible!"

Under the thunder clouds, Bai Ting saw Lin Yun's figure, was excited and almost fell down.

Lin Yun was not dead, but Jiang Feng died, a despicable person who had exposed his nature before and liked to attack sneak attacks.

"It's really Lin Yun!"

"The four people joined forces to siege and kill, not only did they not die, but they also killed one person. This is really a monster existence!"

"For the past hundred years, only Bai Lixuan can compare with him."

"This boy is really not simple. It's hard to imagine that he is really only seventeen years old."

The crowd of people on Guanyuntai exclaimed, and the whispers before became completely boiling.

Wang Yan's face was ashes, with no trace of anger on his face, and the pleasure he had before disappeared, replaced by endless bitterness.

Damn, how could this happen!

After a while, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, a little crazy, as if he had made up some determination.

The Protector Mei smiled slightly, and a smile of praise flashed in his eyes. Although he had long seen clearly that the person who died was Jiang Feng. But seeing with his own eyes, Lin Yun was proud and stood on the sword tomb, standing side by side with the other three, he was still a little excited.

“This guy is good.”

“Young people are expected.”

The elders holding swords on the left and right and the masters of each hall nodded frequently,

It is hard to hide the admiration. A recognized soft persimmon, who knew that it turned around against the trend, not only withstood the encirclement of four people, but even counterattacked one person.

Although there is a fire, these sect masters can imagine how thrilling the previous confrontation was!

On the sword tomb, there were some lonely four people, all with injuries on their bodies, and their faces were also not very good-looking.

Looking closely, Lin Yun's injuries were worse than those of the others. But Chang Hao and the other two looked at Lin Yun with fear. Chu Haoyu, who had collected his sword and returned to the sheath, had a rare glimmer of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

A somewhat stern atmosphere filled the sword tomb. The four of them stepped on the hilt of the sword, with their eyes full of fighting spirit.

The true energy in the body quietly circulated, slowly gathering their respective auras. With the momentum of several people climbing secretly, the air on the sword tomb became a little sticky, making people breathe quickly.

After this battle, Jiang Feng died and no one dared to be careless again.

Everyone can see the tranquility at the moment, and the atmosphere is quietly solidifying.

Huh!

Suddenly, a shocking geek came from the gazebo with a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

Bang!

The stern roar arrived in the blink of an eye and landed in the center of the four, shaking the waves of the weather, causing the entire sword tomb to tremble.

It was an ancient battle flag, with rusty marks, imprinted with mysterious spiritual patterns, filled with coldness, and the broken flag was embroidered with blood flame cloud patterns.

"This is?"

When several people were shocked and confused, the sound of the plum protector on the cloud platform came slowly.

"This is the best treasure of Red Flame Battle Flag, the best in the alliance battle, the one who wins the flag wins!"

Wow!

After the words came, the bloody flame ghost fire that climbed the flagpole suddenly ignited the battle flag. The imprinted spiritual patterns on the flagpole suddenly shone brightly, and the burning flag swayed like a vermilion bird, and a huge pressure scattered out.

The four people in the sword tomb were all stunned.

"Treasure weapon!"

The alliance is the first in battle, and the flag-winner wins. Does this mean who wins the battle flag? Who is the first in battle?

The eyes of the few people fell directly on the battle flag, and the expression in their eyes suddenly became hot.

The suppressed fighting spirit in my heart can no longer be suppressed.
Chapter completed!