Sovereign of the Era

When the fire, flying out of a lifeless figure, the four sides were afraid of shock, the whole audience was frightened.

No matter who this person is, we can be sure that this figure is indeed dead without any suspense.

Thinking of the scene of four people killing Lin Yun before the firelight rises, almost everyone subconsciously thinks that the dead is Lin Yun.

Even Luo Feng, who supervises the League war, is no exception.

On the cloud watching platform in the distance, after silence, I don't know who said the sound. Lin Yun died, and suddenly there were four voices.

If ordinary people die, they will die. Too many people have already died in the most League war of 100 years.

But Lin Yun was different. Before the League war, he had already let the thousand year old bell and the Phoenix ring in the sky, which would become a monster in the future!

After the League war, he went all the way through the border, showing amazing potential.

At the end of the first World War, he was the youngest of the five. He was only 17 years old and had a bright future.

It's a pity that at such an age, in the prime of his life, he fell down.

Many people think that he will lose, but really did not expect that he will die in the League war.

"Ha ha ha, this dog is dead at last!"

Wang Yan, a gentleman's League, had a flash of pleasure in his eyes. He looked ferocious and crazy. Lin Yun is a thorn in his heart. Since he suffered from three knives and six holes, his hatred for Lin Yun has reached an unprecedented level.

He wanted Lin Yun to die, at any cost, as can be seen from the arrest warrant he had promised.

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

"No!"

At the gathering place of Luojia mountain, Xinyan lost her voice and exclaimed in the eyes of the people. Directly from the ten thousand feet high platform, one jump and down, all people were scared.

"Elder martial sister Xinyan!"

Mo Cheng and others are shocked. It's a high cliff. It's hard even if the cultivation level of Xuanwu is down.

Such a scene surprised everyone. Even Mei HUFA, 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 gnashed his teeth and said, "I said that you will regret it."

"Elder martial brother Wang, there seems to be something wrong. I remember that Lin Yun had a sword box on his back... "

One side of indifference thought of what, whispered.

"Not Lin Yun?"

Wang Yan's face changed greatly, but then he said with a sneer: "if the four people join hands to kill, it's not him who will die. Who else can there be? Don't you think that with the cooperation of four people, he can still kill one person? "

On the platform, many elders began to whisper.

"It seems that it's not Lin Yun..."

"Do you see clearly, Mr. Hong?"

"It's too fast. Before I can see it clearly, it's all over the fire. I just take a look, but it really doesn't look like Lin Yun."

"I look like the wind of the river..."

The speed is too fast, the disciples don't see clearly, but most of the elders have the strength of purple mansion. As far as you can see, even if you just look at it, you can get a general idea.

Just, think of before four people surround kill Lin Yun, subconsciously think that the dead person is Lin Yun.

After a little calming down, I felt something was wrong, and there was a lot of discussion on the cloud platform. After a while, all the people began to discuss whether the dead was Lin Yun.

Even Wang Yan, who was determined to be Lin Yun, had some changes in his face. The disciples of the Junzi League felt a strange atmosphere and did not dare to speak more.

Just the eyes, from time to time in Wang Yan's face, a little frightened in the heart.

If it's not Lin Yun, the expression of elder martial brother Wang just now is a waste. In contrast, I don't know what kind of mood it will be.

Bang!

Xinyan, who jumps down to watch the cloud platform, wipes the blood stains from the corners of her mouth and looks for the direction of the sword tomb.

"Xinyan little friend, it's OK to be OK."

A sword carving falls down in the forest. The elder on the sword carving is relieved to see Xin Yan.

Xin Yan anxiously way: "also please elder, borrow my sword to carve a use."

"Here you are."

But the elder did not say much. He shook his head and sighed, and borrowed the sword carving to her.

Thank you very much

After jumping up, Xinyan controlled the sword carving to fly wildly all the way, muttering to herself, "I shouldn't have let you join the League war Damn it! You promised me that you would not die

She was in a trance. Her eyes were moist and tears fell down unconsciously.

Under the thunder cloud, Luo Feng on the sword carving has taken back his sight. Relieved and relieved, he said with a smile, "white old ghost, next time you want to sneer at me, you have to see clearly what you are talking about."

"What do you say?"

"I said you were blind!"

"Fart, it's Lin Yun who died. Can't he kill one of them? Do you think I'm stupid

Bai Ting scolded, but he could still pour real yuan into his eyes and looked down.But the river wind has already fallen into the sea of fire, the corpse is afraid of burning beyond recognition, where can we see clearly?

Unwilling to take back his sight, Bai Ting looked at Luo Feng, where the old God was. He said in a cold voice, "it must be Lin Yun who died. The fighting in the sea of fire has stopped. Before long, the rising flame will fall down, and it will be known at that time."

Luo Feng did not argue with him, and said with a soft smile: "yes! You can see at a glance that it won't be the result you want. Eh This girl, why did she come here

Wheezing!

At the edge of the sword tomb, a graceful figure falls from the sword carving in a hurry. Without looking at it, it rushes towards the sword tomb in the vast sea of fire.

The sudden scene surprised the inner and outer disciples gathered at the edge of the sword tomb. Li Wuyou exclaimed and flew forward to stop it.

"What are you doing, sister Xinyan?"

Xinyan see worry, choked: "even if the younger martial brother left, also have to pick up his body ah, can't die without a whole body."

Li Wuyou heard the speech, but he couldn't laugh or cry. He said, "elder martial sister, brother Lin Yun is well. The river wind is dead, and the third river wind is in the list of people."

"Elder martial sister Xinyan, it's the river breeze who died."

Lin Qiushan and Lin Yan several people came over, their eyes flashed with surprise. It's hard to imagine that in the ordinary days, the people are awed by each other. Elder martial sister Xinyan, the iron blood rose, will also have such a fragile side.

"The blood spirit ghost fire seems to have come down, elder martial sister Xinyan, you can see for yourself."

Several people's eyes looked, the sword tomb like a storm in the air, roaring blood spirit ghost fire, with the fight subsided, gradually fell down.

After a while, there were four figures on the empty sword tomb, which appeared in the public view.

Pale face, delicate face, resolute eyes, body back sword box, wearing a green shirt, Luojia mountain forest clouds stand out.

"It's him..."

Xinyan a pair of jade hands, on the proud chest, some tears of joy.

"How could that be possible?"

Under the thunder cloud, Bai Ting saw Lin Yun's figure. He was so excited that he almost fell down.

Lin Yun didn't die. It was Jiang Feng, a despicable person who had exposed his nature before and liked to attack secretly.

"It's really Lin Yun!"

"Four people joined hands to kill, not only did not die, but also killed one person, this This is really a demon like existence

"Since the Lingxiao sword Pavilion for a hundred years, 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."

All the people on the cloud platform exclaimed, and the murmuring discussion before was thoroughly boiling up.

Wang Yan's face was as gray as death, and there was no trace of vitality on his face. His previous pleasure was gone, and instead, he was full of bitterness.

Damn it! How could that happen!

After half a ring, his eyes flashed a fierce, some crazy, seems to have made some kind of determination.

Mei HUFA smiles, and his eyes flash with admiration, although he has long seen that the dead man is the river breeze. You can see with your own eyes that Lin Yun, standing on the sword tomb with pride, is still a little excited.

"This is a good one."

"You can be young."

The master of the hall and the master of the sword frequently nod their heads. A recognized soft persimmon, who knows how to reverse the trend, not only withstood the encirclement and suppression of four people, but even killed one person.

Although there is a fire cover, but these big men, can imagine. What a thrilling encounter before!

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

Take a closer look, Lin Yun's injury is more serious than the others. But Chang Hao three people, look at Lin Yun's eyes, are full of fear. Chu Haoyu, who didn't know when to return his sword to his scabbard, flashed a touch of solemnity in his eyes.

There was a strong atmosphere in the tomb. The four men stepped on the hilt of the sword, and their fighting spirit was blazing in their eyes.

In the body, the true element moves quietly, slowly gathering their own momentum, with the momentum of several people climbing secretly. The air on the sword tomb has become a little sticky, which makes people feel short of breath.

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

Everyone can see that the current tranquility is brewing a bigger storm, and the atmosphere is quietly solidified.

Wheezing!

All of a sudden, a startled goose came from the cloud watching platform with a piercing sound of breaking the sky.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, Jinghong falls in the center of the four, shaking up the surging weather waves and shaking the whole sword tomb.

It was an old battle flag, rusty, imprinted with mysterious spirit patterns, filled with cold cold, broken FLAG embroidered with blood flame cloud pattern.

"Is this?"

When several people were in doubt, the voice of Mei Dharma protector on the cloud platform came to me leisurely.

"This is a top-grade treasure, red flame flag, the first in league war, the one who grabs the flag wins!"

Whoa!Voice down, climbing the flagpole of blood flame ghost fire, the flag fiercely lit. The spirit lines on the flagpole were shining brightly. The burning flag swayed like a rosefinch, and a mighty pressure was scattered.

The four people in Jianzhong are all stunned.

"Treasure ware!"

First in alliance and war, the one who grabs the flag wins. Does that mean that whoever wins the flag is the first in alliance and war?

Several people's eyes, are straight on the flag of the war, the look in the eyes is getting hot.

The repressed war spirit in the heart can no longer be suppressed.

Bang!

Four sword chants almost simultaneously sounded from several people's bodies. The fierce sword spirit swept all over the place, blowing away the sticky air and triggering the sound of thousands of swords.

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