Chapter 312

When a lifeless figure flew out of the fire, the whole audience was shocked.

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

Thinking of the scene where the four people surrounded and killed Lin Yun before the fire started, almost everyone subconsciously thought that the deceased was Lin Yun.

Even under the thunder cloud, Luo Feng, who oversees the alliance battle, is no exception.

On the cloud viewing platform in the distance, after the silence, I don't know who said that Lin Yun was dead, and suddenly there were exclamations.

If it were an ordinary person, he would die when he died. In this century-old alliance war, too many people have already died in it.

But Lin Yun was different. Before the alliance war, he had made the thousand-year-old bell, Feng Ming Yunxiao, to become a monster in the future!

After the alliance war, he passed all the way and showed amazing potential.

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

It's a pity to die at such a young age.

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

"Hahaha, this dog thing is finally dead!"

The gentleman's alliance Wang Yan, a flash of happiness flashed in his eyes, and his expression was a little crazy. Lin Yun is a thorn in his heart. Since he suffered three knives and six holes because of him, his hatred for Lin Yun has reached an unprecedented level.

Its wholeheartedly wanted Lin Yun to die, at any cost, as evidenced by the wanted warrant that had promised a lot of money before.

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

"Do not!"

In Luojia Mountain, where everyone gathered, Xinyan exclaimed in surprise, under the astonished eyes of everyone. He jumped down directly from the high platform, which shocked everyone.

"Senior Sister Xinyan!"

Mo Cheng and the others were shocked. This is a high cliff. Even if the cultivation base of the Xuanwu Realm falls, it will be uncomfortable.

Such a scene shocked everyone, and even Hufa Mei, who was sitting on the high platform, changed his face slightly and shook his head.

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

"Senior Brother Wang, there seems to be something wrong. I remember Lin Yun, who had a sword box on his back..."

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

"Not Lin Yun?"

Wang Yan's face changed greatly, but then he sneered: "The four joined forces to surround and kill him. Who else could have died? Don't you think that with the four of them joining forces, he can still kill one person?"

On the observable cloud platform, many elders began to whisper.

"It doesn't seem to be Lin Yun..."

"Elder Hong, have you seen it clearly?"

"It was too fast. Before I could see it clearly, it was all over the fire. I only glanced at it, but it really didn'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. As far as the eye can see, even if you only glance at it, you can see it roughly.

However, thinking of the four people besieging and killing Lin Yun before, he subconsciously thought that the dead person was Lin Yun.

After calming down for a while, I felt something was wrong, and the discussion on the cloud platform suddenly increased. After a while, everyone started to discuss whether the deceased was Lin Yun.

Even Wang Yan, who was sure to be Lin Yun, changed his face a little, and the disciples of the Gentlemen League felt a strange atmosphere and dared not speak more.

It's just that his eyes swept across Wang Yan's face from time to time, and his heart was a little frightened.

If it wasn't for Lin Yun, then Senior Brother Wang's expression just now would be wasted.

Bang!

Xinyan, who jumped off the cloud viewing platform, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and swept her gaze to find the direction of the sword mound.

"Little friend Xinyan, it's fine."

A sword sculpture fell in the forest, and the elder on the sword sculpture was relieved to see Xin Yan.

Xinyan said anxiously: "I also ask the elders to lend me a sword to carve."

"Give it to you."

The elder didn't say much, shook his head and sighed, and lent her the sword carving.

"Thank you!"

After jumping up, Xinyan controlled the sword eagle to fly all the way, and muttered to herself, "I shouldn't have let you participate in the alliance war... Damn, you clearly promised me that you won't be allowed to die. what!"

She was in a trance, her eyes were wet, and tears fell unconsciously.

Under the thunder cloud, Luo Feng, who was on the sword carving, has withdrawn his sight. 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 what you're talking about."

"What did you say?"

"I said you were blind!"

"Fart, it's obviously Lin Yun who died. Is it possible that four people surrounded and suppressed him, and he could kill one person? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Bai Ting cursed loudly, but he still poured his true essence into his eyes as he spoke, and looked down desperately.

But Jiang Feng had already fallen into the sea of ​​​​fire, and the corpse was burned beyond recognition, how could it be seen clearly?

Unwilling to withdraw his gaze, Bai Ting looked at Luo Feng where the old god was present, and said coldly, "It must be Lin Yun who died, the fighting in the sea of ​​fire has stopped, and it won't take long for the raging flames to fall. You'll know when you look at it."

Luo Feng didn't argue with him, and smiled softly: "Yes! You can tell at a glance, I'm afraid it won't be the result you want. Hey...how come this girl is here."

Whoosh!

On the edge of the sword mound, a graceful figure hurriedly fell from the sword carving, and rushed towards the sword mound in the boundless sea of ​​fire without looking at it.

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

"Sister Xinyan, what are you doing?"

Seeing Wuyou, Xinyan choked up and said, "Even if the younger brother is gone, he has to pick up his corpse, so he can't die without a whole corpse."

Li Wuyou heard the words, dumbfounded, said: "Senior sister, Brother Lin Yun is okay, Jiang Feng died, and Jiang Feng is the third person on the list."

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

Lin Qiushan and Lin Yan walked over with surprise in their eyes. It's hard to imagine that on weekdays everyone is in awe, Senior Sister Xinyan, Jagged Rose, would also have such a vulnerable side.

"Blood spirits and ghosts seem to have come down, Senior Sister Xinyan, see for yourself."

Looking at the eyes of several people, the blood spirit ghost fire that roared like a storm on the sword tomb, gradually fell as the fighting subsided.

After a while, on the empty sword tomb, four figures appeared in everyone's field of vision.

With a pale complexion, a handsome face, and determined eyes, with a sword case on his back, dressed in a green shirt, Luojia Mountain and Lin Yun are standing out.

"It's him……"

Xinyan's pair of jade hands were placed on the proud chest, and she wept with joy.

"how can that be!"

Beneath the thunder cloud, Bai Ting saw Lin Yun's figure, and when he was excited, he stumbled and almost fell.

Lin Yun didn't die, but Jiang Feng died, this despicable person who had exposed his nature before and liked to make sneak attacks.

"It's really Lin Yun!"

"The four of them joined forces to besiege, not only did not die, but also killed one person, this... This is really a monster-like existence!"

"In the past hundred years of High Heaven Sword Pavilion, Bai Lixuan can be compared with him."

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

Thousands of people on the Guanyun platform exclaimed, and the previously whispered discussions boiled over.

Wang Yan's face was ashen, there was not a trace of anger on his face, the previous happiness was gone, replaced by endless bitterness.

Damn, how could this be!

After a while, there was a ruthless look in his eyes, a little crazy, as if he had made up his mind.

Hufa Mei smiled slightly, with admiration flashing in his eyes, although he had long seen that the dead person was Jiang Feng. But seeing with his own eyes, Lin Yun was proud, standing on the sword mound, juxtaposed with the other three, still a little excited.

"This guy is good."

"Youth can be expected."

The elders holding swords on the left and right, as well as the hall masters of the halls, also nodded frequently, unable to hide their admiration. A recognized soft persimmon, who knows that he turned against the trend, not only withstood the encirclement and suppression of four people, but even killed one person.

Although there is a fire to cover it, these sect leaders can imagine it. How thrilling the previous confrontation was!

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

Taking a closer look, Lin Yun's injuries were more serious than those of the others. But the three of them, Chang Hao, looked at Lin Yun with fear. Chu Haoyu, who did not know when to put his sword back into its sheath, had a rare look of solemnity in his eyes.

There is a certain atmosphere that pervades the sword mound, and the four of them each stepped on the hilt of the sword, their eyes blazing with fighting intent.

The true essence in the body is quietly running, slowly gathering their own momentum, with the momentum of several people secretly climbing. The air on the sword tomb became a little thick, making people feel short of breath.

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

The current tranquility, everyone can see, is brewing a bigger storm, and the atmosphere quietly solidifies.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a jinghong roared from the cloud viewing platform with an ear-piercing sound of breaking through the air.

Bang!

Jinghong arrived in the blink of an eye and landed in the center of the four, causing a surging wave that made the entire sword mound tremble.

It was an ancient battle flag, rusted and branded with mysterious spiritual patterns, filled with the coldness of the forest, and the broken flag was embroidered with blood flame cloud patterns.

"This is?"

When several people were in doubt, the voice of Protector Mei on the Guanyun Platform came over.

"This is a top-grade treasure, the Red Flame Battle Flag, the first in the alliance battle, and the one who captures the flag wins!"

Whoa!

The voice fell, and the bloody ghost fire that climbed the flagpole violently ignited the battle flag. The imprinted spirit pattern on the flagpole suddenly shone brightly, the burning flag swayed like a vermilion bird, and a mighty coercion scattered out.

The four people in Jianzhong were all startled.

"Treasure!"

The first in the battle of the alliance, whoever captures the flag wins, does this mean whoever wins the battle flag is the first in the battle of the alliance?

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

The suppressed fighting spirit in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

Clang! Four sword chants rang out from several people at the same time, and the violent sword intent swept all directions, blowing away the sticky air, causing Wan Jian to scream.