When a lifeless figure flew out of the firelight, everyone was frightened and shocked.
No matter who this person is, it is certain that this figure is indeed dead without any suspense.
Thinking of the scene where four people surrounded and killed Lin Yun before the fire started, almost everyone subconsciously thought that the deceased was Lin Yun.
Even Luo Feng, who was supervising the alliance battle under the thunder clouds, was no exception.
On the cloud-viewing platform in the distance, after a moment of silence, someone said that Lin Yun was dead, and screams of surprise suddenly broke out.
If you were an ordinary person, you would die if you died. Too many people had already died in this alliance war, which was the worst in a century.
But Lin Yun is different. Before the alliance war, he had already made the thousand-year-old bell and phoenix ring in the sky. He will definitely become a monster in the future!
After the alliance battle, he passed all levels and defeated enemies, showing his amazing potential.
In the final battle, among the five, he was the youngest, only seventeen years old, and he had a bright future.
It is such a pity that at such an age, in the prime of life, he has fallen like this.
Many people thought he would be defeated, but they really didn't expect that he would die in the alliance war.
"Hahaha, this bitch is finally dead!"
Gentleman Alliance Wang Yan had a flash of joy in his eyes, and his expression was ferocious and a little crazy. Lin Yun was a thorn in his heart. Ever since he suffered three stabs and six holes because of him, his hatred for Lin Yun had reached an unprecedented level.
He only wanted Lin Yun to die, no matter the cost. This was evident from the arrest warrant he had previously promised with a large sum of money.
Now that Lin Yun is finally dead, how can he be unhappy?
"No!"
At the place where everyone gathered in Luojia Mountain, Xinyan screamed in surprise. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, she jumped directly from the high platform, which shocked everyone.
"Senior Sister Xinyan!"
Mo Cheng and others were shocked. This was a high cliff. It would be uncomfortable even if the Xuanwu realm fell.
Such a scene shocked everyone. Even Protector Mei, who was sitting on the high platform, changed his face slightly and shook his head.
Only after Wang Yan was stunned, he felt even more happy. He gritted his teeth and said, "I told you, I will make you regret it!"
"Senior Brother Wang, something seems amiss. I remember Lin Yun carrying a sword box on his back..."
He thought of something indifferently and whispered.
"Not Lin Yun?"
Wang Yan's face changed greatly, but then he sneered: "Four people joined forces to surround and kill him. If it wasn't him, who else could be killed? Do you think that with the four people joining forces, he could still kill one person?"
On the cloud platform, many elders began to whisper.
"It seems that it's really not Lin Yun..."
"Mr. Hong, have you seen clearly?"
"It was too fast. He fell into the sea of fire before he could see clearly. He only took a glance, but he really didn't look like Lin Yun."
"I look a bit like Jiang Feng..."
The speed was too fast, and the disciples could not see clearly, but most of the elders had the strength of the Purple Mansion Realm. They could get a general idea of everything they could see, even if they only took a glance.
However, when I thought about the four people surrounding Lin Yun before, I subconsciously thought that the person who died was Lin Yun.
After calming down for a while, I felt that something was wrong, and there was suddenly more discussion on the cloud viewing platform. After a while, everyone began to discuss whether the deceased was Lin Yun or not.
Even Wang Yan, who was certain that it was Lin Yun, had some changes in his face. The disciples of the Gentlemen's Alliance felt a strange atmosphere and did not dare to say anything.
Just his eyes glanced at Wang Yan's face from time to time, feeling a little frightened in his heart.
If it really wasn't Lin Yun, then Senior Brother Wang's expression just now was completely wasted. Under the contrast, I don't know what he would be like.
Bang!
Xinyan jumped off the cloud viewing platform, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and scanned the area, looking for the direction of the sword tomb.
"Little friend Xinyan, it's okay."
A sword sculpture fell in the forest, and the elder on the sword sculpture breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xinyan.
Xinyan said anxiously: "Elder, please lend me the sword carving."
"Here you go."
The elder didn't say much. He shook his head and sighed, then lent her the sword sculpture.
"Thank you!"
Not caring much, after jumping up, Xinyan controlled the sword eagle to fly all the way, muttering to herself: "I shouldn't have let you participate in the alliance battle... Damn it, you clearly promised me, you are not allowed to die.
ah!"
She was in a daze, her eyes were moist, and tears fell unconsciously.
Under the thunder clouds, Luo Feng, who was sitting on the sword carving, had withdrawn his gaze. Feeling relieved, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Old Ghost Bai, next time you want to ridicule me, you have to see clearly what you are saying."
"What did you say?"
"I said you were blind!"
"Fart, it's obviously Lin Yun who died. Could it be that four people were surrounding him and he could still kill one of them? Do you think I'm stupid?"
Bai Ting cursed loudly, but as he spoke, true energy was still poured into his eyes, and he looked down desperately.
But Jiang Feng had already fallen into the sea of fire, and his body would be burned beyond recognition. How could he still see it clearly?
Reluctantly looking away, Bai Ting looked at Luo Feng where the old god was, and said coldly: "The one who died must be Lin Yun. The fighting in the sea of fire has stopped. It won't be long before the rising flames fall down.
You’ll know when you see the time.”
Luo Feng did not argue with him, but laughed softly: "Yes! You can tell at a glance, I'm afraid it won't be the result you want. Hey... why is this girl here?"
Whoops!
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 at 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 is gone, we still have to pick up his body. We can't die without a complete body."
When Li Wuyou heard this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "Senior sister, Brother Lin Yun is fine. The person who died was Jiang Feng, the third person on the list."
"Sister Xinyan, the person who died is indeed Jiang Feng."
Lin Qiushan and Lin Yan walked over, with a flash of surprise in their eyes. It was hard to imagine that Senior Sister Iron-Blooded Rose Xinyan, who was usually in awe of everyone, would have such a fragile side.
"The blood-spirited will-o'-the-wisp seems to be coming down, Senior Sister Xinyan, take a look for yourself."
Several people looked at it and saw that the blood-spirited will-o'-the-wisps rising up like a storm and roaring in the sky on the sword mound gradually fell down as the fighting subsided.
After a while, four figures appeared in everyone's field of vision on the empty sword tomb.
With a pale complexion, a delicate face, and resolute eyes, carrying a sword case and wearing a green shirt, Lin Yun of Luojia Mountain stands out.
"It's him..."
Xinyan put her jade hands on Ao Ren's chest, crying with joy.
"How is this possible!"
Under the thunder clouds, Bai Ting saw Lin Yun's figure. He was so excited that he stumbled and almost fell.
Lin Yun didn't die, it was Jiang Feng who died, who had exposed his true nature before
, a despicable person who likes to make sneak attacks.
"It's really Lin Yun!"
"Four people joined forces to surround and kill. Not only did they not die, but they actually killed one person. This... this is really a monster-like existence!"
"In the hundred years since Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, Bai Lixuan is the only one who can compare with him."
"This young man is really extraordinary. It's hard to imagine that he is really only seventeen years old."
Everyone on the Cloud Observation Platform exclaimed, and the low-pitched discussion before became completely boiling.
Wang Yan's face was ashen, with no trace of life on his face. The previous joy was gone, replaced by endless bitterness.
Damn it, how could this happen!
After a while, a look of cruelty and madness flashed in his eyes, as if he had made some kind of determination.
Protector Mei smiled slightly, with admiration flashing in his eyes. Although he had already seen clearly that the dead person was Jiang Feng. However, he was still a little excited when he saw with his own eyes that Lin Yun was standing proudly on top of the sword tomb, alongside the other three.
.
"This guy is good."
"You can look forward to your youth."
The sword-wielding elders on the left and right, as well as the hall masters of each hall, also nodded frequently, unable to hide their admiration. A man who was recognized as a soft persimmon unexpectedly turned against the odds and not only withstood the encirclement and suppression of four people, but even killed one person.
Although it was covered by fire, these sect leaders could all imagine how thrilling the previous confrontation was!
On the sword tomb, there were four lonely people, all with wounds on their bodies, and their faces were not very pretty either.
A closer look revealed that Lin Yun's injuries were more serious than those of the others. But Chang Hao and the other three looked at Lin Yun with fear in their eyes. Chu Haoyu, who had sheathed his sword at some point, had even more fear in his eyes.
There was a rare flash of solemnity.
A somewhat forbidding atmosphere filled the sword tomb. The four of them each stepped on the hilts of their swords, their eyes burning with fighting intent.
The true energy in the body was quietly moving, slowly gathering their own momentum. As the momentum of several people secretly increased, the air on the sword tomb became a little thicker, making people feel short of breath.
After this battle, Jiang Feng died, and no one dared to be careless again.
Everyone could see that the current tranquility was brewing a bigger storm, and the atmosphere was quietly solidifying.
Whoops!
Suddenly, a thunderbolt roared from the Cloud Observation Platform with a harsh sound breaking through the air.
Bang!
Jinghong arrived in the blink of an eye and landed in the center of the four people, causing a huge wave of air and making the entire sword tomb tremble.
It was an ancient battle flag, stained with rust, imprinted with mysterious spiritual patterns, and filled with a cold feeling. The broken flag was embroidered with blood flame cloud patterns.
"This is?"
While several people were in shock and doubt, the voice of Protector Mei from the Cloud Observation Platform came over.
"This is a top-grade treasure, the Red Flame Battle Flag. The first in the alliance battle, the one who captures the flag wins!"
Wow!
As the words fell, the bloody flames and ghost fires climbing up the flagpole fiercely ignited the battle flag. The spiritual patterns of the brand on the flagpole suddenly shone brightly, and the burning flag swayed like a red bird, and a mighty coercion spread out.
The four people at the Sword Tomb were all stunned.
"Treasure!"
The first in the alliance battle, the one who captures the flag wins. Does this mean whoever captures the battle flag will be the first in the alliance battle?
The eyes of several people fell directly on the battle flag, and the expressions in their eyes suddenly became fiery.
The suppressed fighting spirit in his heart could no longer be suppressed.
Clang!
Four sword chants rang out from several people's bodies almost at the same time. The violent sword intent swept in all directions, blowing away the somewhat sticky air and triggering the clanging of thousands of swords.
