Chapter 461

I disagree!

The boy's voice was not loud, but in this deadly silence of Longmen Square, everyone could hear it clearly.

After everyone was stunned, a faint smile appeared on their faces, what if you didn't agree.

"Haha, is this Lin Yun crazy?"

"The rules of the Dragon Gate Grand Competition, let alone him, even if the Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion comes, he can't disagree."

"It is estimated that I was late before, so I don't mind, but the rules are the rules. It's a shame to be so messed up right now."

If you don't agree, can you still change the rules of the Dragon Gate Competition?

Many people shook their heads with displeased expressions on their faces, but they were all waiting to see the final battle.

Yun Zhen and Qin Yu flashed sneer and disdain on their faces, and even the referee laughed for it.

"Laughs? What's so ridiculous, these Dragon Gate competitions have not all had hell mode. I won in the loser's bracket, don't I have the right to choose hell mode?"

The boy looked cold, stared at the referee, and said coldly.

Hell Mode!

boom!

The people who were laughing were stunned for a moment, and then the buzzing in their minds exploded.

On the battle stage of the king, Si Xueyi, Bai Lixuan, Yun Zhen and Qin Yu all changed their expressions, and their eyes fell on Lin Yun at the same time.

Even the prince sitting on the throne of Ziqin, his eyelids jumped.

In the VIP seats, the hearts of many sects were also beating wildly.

Hell mode, a little too crazy. It was a wheel battle, defeating the top four people one by one, and there was no rest in the middle.

Once he fails, he will face the cruel punishment of disqualification of the son, and he will have nothing.

Has anyone in history initiated hell mode?

Have!

Has anyone beat hell mode?

No!

Not only did it not, but the promoters of Hell Mode did not end well. Nine times out of ten, they all fell into the wheel battle, and their death was extremely miserable.

Even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would lose his position as a son.

It's been a long, long time, and no one has chosen to initiate Hell Mode, how long has it been?

It's been so long that everyone has forgotten. When Lin Yun jumped up and said I didn't agree, no one thought of the hell mode.

Don't blame them, even the referee didn't think of it.

There is no successful precedent for hell mode, and the punishment is so heavy, who will choose?

Before, Lin Yun said that he would fight Yun Zhen again.

But who will take it seriously?

Who would really think that Lin Yun dared to fight with one opponent and four, and risked a crushing defeat to choose the hell mode?

nobody.

"Lin Yun, you have to think about it. Hell mode, once you choose it, you can't quit. You have to lose four people in a row to win. Once you lose, you will lose your name as a son!"

The referee looked solemn and asked in a deep voice.

"I have made up my mind."

Lin Yun said calmly.

The referee looked hesitant and did not dare to make a rash decision. He looked at King Qin on the Ziqing throne.

Obviously, want to ask the other side's opinion.

King Qin sneered: "Interesting, since he doesn't cherish the place of the son, why should he keep it? This king has no opinion."

"Your Majesty King Qin, the old man has something to say."

Elder Luo Feng walked over in a hurry, and said in deep thought, "Can I have a few words with Lin Yun."

"Hehe, what's there to say?"

Wen Yanbo smiled grimly and said: "This sword slave himself said that he doesn't agree, can you, an elder, still help others make decisions? As soon as you say a word, it's hard to chase after the horse. I'll wait and look at your disciples, It's good to create a miracle."

"That's right. The referee agreed to the hell model he proposed, and His Majesty King Qin also agreed. You can speak where you can get it."

Elder Yuan Yin, the leader of the Xuantian Sect, said with a smile.

"That's right. Besides, how do you know that Lin Yun must not be able to create miracles? Old Ghost Luo, you should have some confidence in your own disciple."

Seeing this, the other sects sneered.

How could they miss such an opportunity, once Lin Yun failed. Not once, but definitely. As long as Lin Yun is defeated, the eighth son's place will be vacated, and other sects will immediately have more opportunities.

Who would give up on a gratuitous opportunity.

Besides, this year's Dragon Gate Competition of High Heaven Sword Pavilion is also a great show, which has already attracted many people's dissatisfaction.

In any case, Luo Feng would not be allowed to continue his words.

"Go back, this is the end of the matter, this king announced that the hell mode is just the beginning!"

There was a flash of indifference in King Qin's eyes, and he said beyond doubt.

Luo Feng shook his head helplessly and returned to the sword pavilion. The worry in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Elder, maybe Lin Yun has his own decision, so don't worry too much."

Seeing this, Xinyan spoke up to comfort her.

Luo Feng smiled bitterly and said, "I hope, it's just... forget it."

He sighed and said no more.

Everyone knows what he didn't say, but the hell mode has no chance of winning at all.

"The first battle of Hell Mode, Lin Yun vs. Si Xueyi!"

On the king's stage, the referee glanced at the two of them and quietly stepped back.

The entire Longmen Square was instantly tense, and everyone turned their attention to Lin Yun on the platform.

The hell mode, which has not been opened for thousands of years, appeared in this Dragon Gate Competition without any warning.

And the initiator is Lin Yun, who has many controversies in himself.

"It's crazy... In the form of a wheel battle, with one enemy and four, is there really a chance of winning? The name of the funeral playboy is destined to become a disaster."

"Hehe, young and frivolous, everyone has it. If you can choose the hell mode, you are not frivolous, but ignorant."

"If he loses in the first stop, it will be interesting, hehe."

"It's hard to say. In the battle just now, Si Xueyi and Bai Lixuan were on an equal footing.

No one believed that Lin Yun could win, and many people even thought that Lin Yun couldn't even win against Si Xueyi.

"Although I admire your courage, I have lost two games in a row today, and I really don't want to lose again. So, I will do my best in this battle and won't give you the slightest chance."

Si Xueyi looked dignified, and looked at the other party sharply.

Against Qin Yu, he voluntarily conceded defeat and fought against Bai Lixuan, losing the top three rankings. Although he was convinced of the defeat, it was a shame for someone so proud.

If he loses to Lin Yun again, it will be tantamount to a great humiliation.

Looking at Lin Yun, he released a majestic sword force all over his body, and the bright light in his eyes flickered, like a sharp sword stabbing Lin Yun.

"Si Xueyi really doesn't want to lose, this round he is likely to use his martial spirit." Many people thought to themselves that if they lost this battle again, their faces were really dull.

call out!

After waiting too long, the moment the sword power reached its peak, Si Xueyi held a folding fan, and a thick snow-white sword light fell from the sky and slashed towards Lin Yun.

Lin Yun's expression remained the same, and the Seven Profound Steps quietly performed, this sword swept past him.

The strong wind was blowing on him, and Lin Yun took another step like a leisurely stroll.

"Humph!"

Si Xueyi snorted coldly, fluttered the folding fan in her hand, and chased after him tightly, her face extremely cold.

His wrists kept shaking, the folding fans were closed and closed, the sword light rose and fell, and the poems and songs on the fan surface were filled with flowing light, transforming the endless sword light into criss-crossing rivers.

The rivers are turbulent, the waves are turbulent, and the sword glow is everywhere.

The Seven Profound Steps, which had already entered the Transformation Realm, were pushed to the extreme by Lin Yun, and afterimages erupted in the bloom of the Golden Crow Seal.

True and false, false and true, countless afterimages were reborn after being annihilated by the sword light.

"Pull the clouds and see the moon!"

Si Xueyi shouted angrily, the folding fan in the open room, swiped across his face, as far as he could see, his eyes were as cold as the cold moon.

boom!

The endless swords crisscrossing the stage, like rolling white clouds, quietly dispersed. A flash of sword light, like a bright moon, pierced Lin Yun straight.

Wherever he passed, a deep imprint was immediately left on the stage of the king's battle.

"If you only have this ability, you don't want to lose, I'm afraid you will lose too."

Lin Yun's eyes were suddenly sharp and wanton, and he was about to kill him when he saw the sword light that pierced through the clouds and saw the moon.

He clenched his fingers tightly and stepped out.

The moment he took a step, the dragon roared and the tiger roared, the wind and the cloud rose together, and when he raised his hand, a flying dragon blasted out in the sky.

Condensed with the fist light of the dragon shadow, the sword light was smashed into pieces, and the battlefield suddenly buzzed, and there were broken sword lights everywhere.

Seven profound steps, taking pictures of people passing by, seven punches in one step!

Another step forward, Lin Yun walked out of seven afterimages in an instant, and each afterimage threw a punch. When the seven fists are superimposed, the power in the fists reaches an appalling level.

"So fast!"

Surprise flashed in Si Xueyi's eyes, he was still at the moment when Lin Yun smashed the sword light, but he didn't expect that the other party's counterattack had come.

At the moment, the figure is like a smoke, flashing floating.

"Can you escape?"

The look in Lin Yun's eyes remained sharp.

Seven Profound Steps, the Golden Crow spreads its wings!

With a slight spread of his arms, Lin Yun rose into the air like a golden crow, catching up like a shadow.

Clouds of smoke are rising!

When there was no time to let go, Si Xueyi's figure spun out of thin air. In an instant, his figure was hazy, and it seemed that there were countless figures in front of Lin Yun, spinning at the same time.

"My body is not weaker than yours."

The corners of Si Xueyi's mouth twitched into a smile, and she killed Lin Yun silently.

Wrath of Yunlong!

The sword-like smog that spread out like white clouds on the battlefield condensed into the outline of a cloud dragon. Incomparably huge, wrapped in the vast sword power, he roared away behind Lin Yun.

But as soon as the killing intent was born, Lin Yun turned around, and golden rays of light erupted from his body one after another.

The Vajra Seal, the Void Seal, the Demon Seal, and the Seals of the Heavens, the four seals in one!

boom! boom! boom! boom!

The four seals merged into one, Lin Yun crushed the roaring Yunlong inch by inch with an unparalleled momentum, smashing the roaring cloud dragon, and in the blink of an eye, a punch hit Si Xueyi.

Pfft!

Even if there is a reaction, this punch is still too fast and too fierce.

With all his strength, Si Xueyi spat out blood and was shocked and flew out.

The flying mirror under the moon, Yunshengjie Hailou!

On the battle platform of the king, a vision suddenly appeared. On the vast water, clouds and mists were lingering, and a bright moon was slowly rising.

Wuhun!

Si Xueyi sacrificed his martial spirit, and the audience immediately boiled over. This martial spirit left a deep impression on people when he fought against Young Master Changji.

In the name of the sword, I will make flowers bloom!

But the bright moon just rose from the water after breaking out of the clouds and mist, and it has not yet emptied into the air.

It was swept away by a sword beam.

Click!

Mingyue was chopped in half in an instant, and under the purple iris flower, the youth in green robes drew back his sword and sheathed it.

The vision fell apart, Si Xueyi's face was so pale that there was no blood, and he knelt on the ground on one knee. When he raised his eyes, he looked at the eyes of the young man in front of him, revealing a deep shock of shock.