In the fire, when a picture of people without anger was flying, the Quartet was afraid of the shock, and the audience was shocked.
No matter who this person is, it can be sure that this figure does die without suspense.
Thinking of the scene of the four people surrounded Lin Yun before the fire was raised. For a while, almost everyone subconsciously thought that the deceased was Lin Yun.
Even under Lei Yun, Luo Feng, who supervised the Alliance, is no exception.
On the distance from the distance in the distance, after silence, I don't know who said that Lin Yun died, and suddenly exclaimed.
If it is an ordinary person, it will die if you die. The most all the alliance in the century has already died of too many people.
But Lin Yun is different. Before the League war, he had made the millennium ancient bell, Fengming Yunxiao, and would become a demon in the future!
After the League War, all the way to the Guanzhe will show amazing potential.
In the final battle, of the five, it belongs to him the youngest, but the age of seventeen, the future is good.
At this age, Fenghua Zhengmao, so it is too unfortunate.
Many people think that he will be defeated, but he really did not expect that he would die in the League war.
"Hahaha, this dog is finally dead!"
The gentleman league Wang Yan, a touch of pleasure in his eyes, a bit crazy. Lin Yun was a thorn in his heart. Since he suffered three knives and six holes, his hatred for Lin Yun has reached an unprecedented point.
He wanted to die in one heart, and at any price, it can be seen from the wanted order that he had paid heavily before.
Today, Lin Yun is dying, how can he make him disappoint.
"No!"
The place where the people of Luojiashan gathered, Xin Yan screamed, in the shocking eyes. From the high platform, it jumped down and shocked everyone.
"Sister Xinyan!"
Mo Cheng and others are frightened. This is a high -end cliff.
This scene surprised everyone, and even the Mei Hufa face on the high platform changed slightly, shook his head.
Only after Wang Yan was stunned, his heart was even more fast, and his teeth were gritted: "I said, it will make you regret it!"
"Brother Wang, it seems that something is wrong. I remember Lin Yun, there was a sword box on his body ..."
Thinking of something indifferently, whispered.
"Isn't it Lin Yun?"
Wang Yan's face changed greatly, but then smirked: "The four of them are together to kill. It is not him who died. Who can you die? Do you think that he can still fight against one person under the tenderness of the four?"
On the sight, many elders, but began to whisper.
"It seems not Lin Yun ..."
"Do you see Hong Lao clearly?"
"It's too fast, it's too late to see the sea, just glance, but it's not like Lin Yun."
"I look a bit like Jiangfeng ..."
The speed is too fast. The disciples do not look at it well, but most of the elders have the strength of the Zifu realm. Even if you only look at it, you can see it.
However, when the four people were surrounded by Lin Yun, the subconscious person thought it was Lin Yun.
After a little calmness, I felt a little wrong. The discussion on the gimmick suddenly became more. After a while, it began to discuss it up and down. Whether the deceased was Lin Yun.
Even Wang Yun, who is determined to be Lin Yun, has changed his face a little bit. The disciples of the gentleman alliance feel a weird atmosphere and dare not talk more.
Just eyes, sweeping on Wang Yan from time to time, a little frightened in his heart.
If it was not Lin Yun, then Brother Wang's expression just now would be wasteful. Under the contrast, I don't know what the mood would be.
Alas!
Jumping off the Xinyan Yan of Guanyintai, wiped the blood stains in the corner of the mouth, swept over, and found the direction of the sword mound.
"Xinyan little friend, just fine."
A sword carving in the forest, the elder on the sword carving saw Xin Yan, relieved.
Xin Yan said anxiously: "Please ask the elder, use my sword carving."
"Give you it."
The elder didn't say a lot, shook his head and sighed, and borrowed the sword carving with her.
"Thank you!"
I don't care a lot. After jumping up, Xin Yan controlled the sword carving all the way, murmured to himself: "I shouldn't let you participate in the alliance war ...
ah!"
She was a little stunned, her eyes were moist, and her tears fell unconsciously.
Under Lei Yun, Luo Feng on the sword carving had taken his eyes back. If you release a heavy negative, relieved, and laughed: "White old ghost, I want to ridicule me next time, but I have to see clearly."
"What did you say?"
"I said you are blind!"
"Fart, the death is obviously Lin Yun. Can't the four besieged? Can he still fight one person? Are you stupid?"
Bai Ting scolded, but he was still poured in his eyes, and he looked at it desperately.
However, the Jiangfeng has already fallen into the sea of fire.
Unwilling to look back, Bai Ting looked at Luo Feng, where the old god was in, and said coldly: "The death must be Lin Yun, the fight in the sea of fire has stopped.
Know at a glance. ""
Luo Feng didn't compete with him, and laughed softly: "Yes! At first glance, I am afraid that it will not be the result you want. Well ... this girl, why is it?"
Surlock!
On the edge of the sword mound, a graceful figure fell from the sword carving, and when he didn't see it, he rushed towards the sword mound in the vast sea of fire.
The sudden scene made the inner and outer disciples that gathered on the edge of the Jianzu. They were a little surprised. Li Wuyou exclaimed, flying forward, and quickly stopped it.
"Sister Xin Yan, what are you doing?"
Seeing Wuyou, Xin Yan choked: "Even if the younger brother leaves, he has to pick up his body.
Li Wuyou heard his words, crying and laughing, saying: "Sister, Brother Lin Yun is good, the Jiangfeng is dead, the third Jiangfeng people list."
"Sister Xinyan, the dead person is indeed Jiangfeng."
Lin Qiushan and Lin Yan came over, and they were surprised in their eyes. It is difficult to imagine that everyone was in awe of it. Sister Sister Xinyan, the iron blood rose, would also have such a fragile side.
"The blood spirit ghost fire seems to fall down, Sister Xinyan, look at it yourself."
Several people looked at, and the blood spirit and ghost fire roaringly roared on the sword mound. As the fight calmed down, it gradually fell down.
After a while, there were four figures on the empty sword mound, and they appeared in the vision of everyone.
Her pale face, beautiful face, resolute eyes, back sword box, a blue shirt, Luojia Mountain Lin Yun is listed.
"It's him ..."
Xin Yan's pair of jade hands, putting it on her proud chest, wept a little joyful.
"How is this!"
Under Lei Yun, Bai Ting saw Lin Yun's figure, and under exciting mood, a stun almost fell.
Lin Yun was not dead, Jiangfeng was dead. This exposed nature before
, Likes to sneak attacks.
"It's really Lin Yun!"
"The four people joined forces, not only did they die, but they also killed one person. This ... This is really a demon -like existence!"
"Ling Xiaojian Pavilion has been compared with him for a century."
"This teenager is really not easy, it is hard to imagine, he is really only 17 years old."
Guanyuntai exclaimed, and the whispering discussion was completely boiled.
Wang Yan's face was ashamed, and his face was not angry. The previous pleasure was gone, instead of endless bitterness.
Damn, how could this be like this!
After half a noise, there was a touch of ruthlessness in his eyes, a little crazy, and it seemed to make some determination.
Mei Hufa smiled slightly, and the eyes flashed and appreciated. Although the people who had seen clearly were Jiangfeng. You can see it with his own eyes. Lin Yun is proud of his bones, standing on this sword mound, and tied with the other three people.
Then, then
"This son is good."
"Young youth."
The left and right swordsmen, the master of each hall, also nodded frequently, and it is difficult to hide the color of appreciation. A recognized soft persimmon, who knows that they turned against the trend, not only held up the siege of the four, but even killed one person.
Although there are fire lights, these ancestors can be imagined. How amazing the previous confrontation!
On the sword mound, some lonely four people were wounded on their bodies, and their faces were not very good -looking.
Looking closely, Lin Yun's injuries are more serious than others. But Chang Hao's three people, looking at Lin Yun's eyes, are full of fear.
Rarely flashed a touch of dignity.
Some of the atmospheres were permeated on this sword mound. The four stepped on the horn handle, and the wars were like a bleak.
The real Yuan in the body is quietly running, slowly gathered with their own momentum. As the momentum of several people secretly rising. The air on the sword mound has become a bit sticky, making people feel rapid.
After this battle, Jiang Feng died, and no one dared to care.
At present, everyone can see that everyone is brewing a greater storm, and the atmosphere is quietly solidified.
Surlock!
Suddenly, a shock, with the harsh sound of the empty air on the gimmick, whistled.
Alas!
Jinghong blinked, fell in the center of the four people, and shocked the weather waves, making the whole sword mound tremble.
It was an ancient flag, rusty, branded with mysterious spirit patterns, permeating the coldness of Senhan, and the broken flames embroidered with blood flames.
"This is?"
When several people were suspicious, the voice of Mei Hua on the Guanyun Terios came over.
"This is the flag of Chi Fan Battle of the Pinpin Treasure.
Well!
The words fell, and the blood flames of the flagpole rushed to ignite the flag of the battle. The branded pattern on the flagpole was shining, and the burning flag swayed like a Suzaku, and a mighty pressure scattered.
The four people of Jianzu are all stunned.
"Treasure!"
League battle first, winning the flag, who wins the flag, who is the first meaning of the League War?
Several people's eyes fell straight on the flag, and the look in her eyes became hot.
The depressed war in the heart can no longer be suppressed.
Big!
The four -sound sword yin sounded from several human body at the same time, and the violent swords swept the eight directions, blowing these sticky air, and led to Wan Jian's lings.