The boy's voice was not loud, but in this deadly silenced Longmen Square, everyone could hear it clearly.
After everyone was stunned, a faint smile appeared on their faces. What can you do if you don’t agree?
"Haha, is Lin Yun crazy?"
"The rules of the Longmen Competition, let alone him, even if the Lord of the Jiange came, he couldn't disagree."
"I guess I was late before, so I was not in a mess, but the rules are rules. Now this mess is ridiculous, which is ridiculous."
If you don’t agree, can you change the rules of the gantry competition?
Many people shook their heads and looked unhappy, but they were all waiting to see the final battle.
Yun Zhen and Qin Yu both had sneers flashing on their faces, showing disdain, and even the referee smiled for it.
"Laughing? What's ridiculous about it? There aren't hell mode in all previous Longmen competitions. I won in the loser group. Do you have no right to choose hell mode?"
The boy looked cold and stared at the referee and said coldly.
Hell mode!
boom!
Everyone who was sneering was stunned and then their minds exploded.
On the King's Battle Stage, Si Xueyi, Bai Lixuan, Yun Zhen and Qin Yu's expressions changed drastically, and their eyes fell on Lin Yun at the same time.
Even the prince sitting upright on the throne of Ziqin had a sudden eyelid.
In the VIP seat, the hearts of many sects were also beating wildly.
Hell mode is a bit crazy. It's a wheel battle, defeating the four-four people one by one, and there's no rest in the middle.
Once you fail, you will face the cruel punishment of disqualifying the young master and you will have nothing.
Has anyone in history initiated the hell mode?
have!
Does anyone win in hell mode?
No!
Not only that there is no, but the initiator of the hell mode has no good ending. Eight out of ten, all fell into the wheel battle, and their deaths were extremely miserable.
Even if you survive by chance, you will lose the quota of the young master.
It has been a long time, no one has chosen to initiate the hell mode. How long has it been?
It was so long that everyone had forgotten it. When Lin Yun jumped on and said that I didn't agree, no one thought of hell mode.
It's not their fault, even the referee didn't expect it.
There is no precedent for success in Hell mode and the punishment is so heavy, who would choose?
Although Lin Yun had said before, he would fight Yun Zhen again.
But who will take it seriously?
Who would really think that Lin Yun dared to fight in a round-rotate battle, fight against four, and risked defeat to choose the hell mode?
No one.
"Lin Yun, you have to think about it. Hell mode, once you choose, you can't quit. You have to lose four people in a row to be considered a winner. Once you lose, you will lose your name as a young master!"
The referee looked solemn and asked in a deep voice.
"I have decided."
Lin Yun said calmly.
The referee looked hesitant and did not dare to make a decision. He looked at the King of Qin on the Purple Blue Throne.
Obviously, I want to consult the other party.
The King of Qin sneered: "It's interesting. Since he doesn't cherish the quota of the young master himself, why bother to keep it? I have no objection."
"Your Majesty the King of Qin, I have something to say."
Elder Luo Feng walked over with a hurried expression and pondered: "Can you let me say a few words to Lin Yun?"
"Haha, what's there to say?"
Wen Yanbo smiled sinisterly and said, "This sword slave himself said he did not agree. Can you, an elder, still make decisions? Once you say something, it is hard to pursue. We will look at the disciples of the sect,
It’s good to create miracles.”
"That's right. The referee agreed to the hell model he proposed himself, and His Majesty the King of Qin also agreed. Where is the turn, you can speak."
Elder Yuan Yin, the leader of Xuantian Sect, said with a slight smile.
"You are right, and how do you know that Lin Yun must not create miracles? Lao Gui Luo, you should have some confidence in his disciples."
Seeing this, other sects all started to ridicule.
How could they miss such an opportunity? Once Lin Yun fails, it is not once, it is certain. As long as Lin Yun loses, the eighth young master's quota will be free, and other sects will immediately have more opportunities.
Who would give up with an opportunity for no reason?
Besides, Lingxiao Jiange's Longmen Competition has been a brilliant success, and has long attracted many people's dissatisfaction.
No matter what, Luo Feng would not continue to say anything.
"Get back, this matter ends here. I announce that the hell mode is the beginning!"
A flash of indifference flashed in the King of Qin's eyes and said unquestionably.
Luo Feng shook his head helplessly and returned to Jiange, with the worry in his eyes unable to hide it.
"Elder, maybe Lin Yun has his own decision, so don't worry too much."
Seeing this, Xinyan comforted her.
Luo Feng smiled bitterly and said, "I hope, just... forget it."
He sighed, and he stopped talking.
Everyone understands what he has not said, but there is no chance of winning at all.
"The first battle in Hell mode, Lin Yun fights Si Xueyi!"
On the King's Battle Stage, the referee glanced at the two of them and quietly stepped back.
The entire Longmen Square was suddenly extremely nervous, and everyone looked at Lin Yun on the platform.
The hell mode, which has not been opened for thousands of years, appeared in this year's Longmen Competition without any warning.
The initiator is Lin Yun, who has many controversies in himself.
"It's so crazy... Is there really a chance of winning in the form of a wheel battle against four? The name of the Burial Flower Prince is destined to be a terrible sound."
"Haha, everyone has ever been frivolous when they are young. If you choose the hell mode, it is not frivolous, but ignorant."
"If he loses the first stop, that's interesting, hehe."
"It's hard to say that in the battle just now, Si Xueyi and Bai Lixuan were equal, slightly inferior, and were much stronger than that Young Master Yanxin."
No one believes that Lin Yun can win, and many people even think that Lin Yun can't even win Si Xueyi.
"Although I admire your courage, I have lost two games in a row today and I really don't want to lose anymore. So, I will do my best in this battle and will not give you any chance."
Si Xueyi looked solemn and looked at the other party with a sharp look.
When facing Qin Yu, he took the initiative to admit defeat, fought with Bai Lixuan, and lost the top three rankings. Although he was convinced by the loss, it was a bit of a shame for him to be so proud.
If you lose to Lin Yun again, it would be a great shame.
He looked at Lin Yun, and released a magnificent sword force around him. The bright light flashed in his eyes, like a sharp sword stabbing towards Lin Yun.
"Si Xueyi really doesn't want to lose. He is likely to sacrifice his martial soul in this round." Many people thought to themselves that losing again in this battle would make them look dull.
call out!
Before he could wait too long, the moment the sword reached its peak, Si Xueyi held a folding fan in her hand, and a thick snow-white sword light descended from the sky and slashed towards Lin Yun.
Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged, and the Seven Profound Steps quietly used, and the sword passed by him.
The strong wind blew on him, and Lin Yun took another step like a leisurely walk in the garden.
"snort!"
Si Xueyi snorted coldly, and the folding fan in her hand waving, chasing her tightly, her face extremely cold.
His wrist kept shaking, and the folding fan was closed and opened and closed. The sword light rose and fell, and the poems and songs on the fan flashed, transforming the endless sword light into crisscrossing rivers.
Rivers turbulent, waves
The waves are surging, the sword is everywhere.
The Seven Profound Steps, which had entered the realm of transformation, were activated to the extreme by Lin Yun, and afterimages suddenly appeared in the bloom of the Golden Crow Seal.
True and false, false, false and true, countless afterimages are annihilated by the sword light and reborn again.
"See the moon when you clear the clouds!"
Si Xueyi shouted in a deep voice, folding fan in the open space, and passed through his face. Wherever he saw, the cold light in his eyes was like a cold moon.
boom!
The endless sword crisscrossing on the stage was like rolling white clouds, quietly dispersing. A sword light, like a bright moon, piercing the forest clouds.
Wherever he passed, a deep mark was immediately left on the King's Battle Stage.
"If you have this little ability, if you don't want to lose, you may have to lose."
Lin Yun's eyes suddenly had a sharp edge, and the sword light that was shaking the clouds and seeing the moon was about to kill in front of him.
He clenched his five fingers and stepped out in one step.
The moment he took a step forward, the dragon roared and the tiger roared, and the wind and clouds rose. With his hands raised, a dragon flew out in the sky.
The fist light condensed with the dragon shadow shattered the sword light, and the battle platform suddenly buzzed everywhere, with broken sword lights everywhere.
Seven Xuan Steps, people take pictures after passing by, one step and seven punches!
Another step was taken, and Lin Yun walked out of seven afterimages in an instant, and each afterimage punched out. When the seven punches were stacked, the power in the fist reached a terrifying level.
"So fast!"
A surprise flashed in Si Xueyi's eyes. He was still at the moment when Lin Yun broke the sword light, but he did not expect that the other party's counterattack had arrived.
At that moment, my body was like smoke, flashing by.
"Can you hide?"
Lin Yun's eyes remained sharp.
Seven Xuan Steps, golden crow spreads its wings!
With his arms spread gently, Lin Yun rose into the air like a golden crow, and followed him like a shadow.
Smoke and clouds are rising!
When he was unable to do anything, Si Xueyi's body rotated out of thin air, and in an instant, her body became hazy, as if countless figures were spinning in front of Lin Yun at the same time.
"My body is not weaker than you."
Si Xueyi smiled and silently rushed behind Lin Yun.
Yunlong's Wrath!
The Smoky Cloud Sword dynasty that spread like white clouds on the battle stage condensed into the outline of a cloud dragon. It was extremely huge, wrapped in a vast sword dynasty and roared behind Lin Yun.
But as soon as the murderous intent arose, Lin Yun turned around and golden light burst out from his body one after another.
Vajra Seal, Breaking the Sky Seal, Subduing the Demon Seal, and the Heaven Seal, the Four Seals Integration!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The four seals were combined, and Lin Yun crushed the roaring Yunlong with an unparalleled momentum, crushing the roaring Yunlong inch by inch, and punching Si Xueyi in a blink of an eye.
Puchi!
Even though he had already reacted, this punch was still too fast and too fierce.
With the effort to resist, Si Xueyi vomited out blood and was shaken away.
The flying mirror under the moon, and the clouds form the sea tower!
At the King's Battle Platform, a strange phenomenon suddenly arises. On the vast water surface, clouds and mist are shrouded, and a bright moon rises slowly.
Martial soul!
Si Xueyi sacrificed his martial soul, and the audience suddenly became boiling. When he fought against Mr. Changji, this martial soul left a deep impression on people.
In the name of the sword, I will make the flowers bloom!
But the bright moon had just escaped from the clouds and fog and rose from the water, and had not yet soared into the air.
He was swept through the sky by a sword light.
Click!
The bright moon was cut in half in an instant, and under the purple pot flower, the young man in green gathered his sword and returned to his sheath.
The vision fell apart, Si Xueyi's face turned pale so bloodless that she knelt on the ground on one knee.
When he raised his eyes, he looked at the boy ahead and showed a strong look of shock.