The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 312: The flag catcher wins!

Chapter Three Hundred and Twelve

When a lifeless figure flew out in the flames, the four directions were shocked, and the audience was shocked.

No matter who this person is, it is certain that this figure has indeed died without suspense.

Reminiscent of the scene where the four people besieged and killed Lin Yun before the flames rose, for a while, almost everyone subconsciously thought that the dead was Lin Yun.

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

Looking at the cloud platform from a distance, after the silence, I don't know who said that Lin Yun was dead, and suddenly exclaimed.

If you are an ordinary person, you will die if you die. Too many people have already died in the most alliance battle in this century.

But Lin Yun is different. Before the alliance battle, he had already let the thousand-year-old bell, Fengming Yunxiao, will become a monster in the future!

After the alliance battle, all the way through the battle, showing amazing potential.

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

At such an age, it is a pity that it has fallen.

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

"Hahaha, this dog is finally dead!"

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

He wanted Lin Yun to die, and at any cost, it was evident from the wanted order he promised heavily before.

Now that Lin Yun is finally dead, how can he be unhappy.

"No!"

At the place where everyone gathered in Luojia Mountain, Xin Yan let out a cry of exclamation, in the eyes of everyone in amazement. Directly from the high platform, he jumped down, shocking everyone.

"Sister Xinyan!"

Mo Cheng and the others were shocked. This is a high cliff, even if the cultivation base of the Xuanwu realm falls.

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

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

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

Think of something coldly aside, and whispered.

"Not Lin Yun?"

Wang Yan's face changed drastically, but then he sneered: "The four people joined forces to kill, and it was not him who died? Do you think that he can kill one person under the four people? "

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

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

"Lao Hong, do you see clearly?"

"It's too fast. I lost the flames before I could see clearly. I just glanced at it, but it really doesn't look like Lin Yun."

"I look a bit like Jiang Feng..."

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

It's just that, thinking of the four people besieging Lin Yun before, I subconsciously thought that the dead person was Lin Yun.

After calming down a bit, I felt something was wrong, and the discussion on the cloud platform suddenly increased. After a while, everyone began to discuss whether the deceased was Lin Yun or not.

Even Wang Yan, who is sure to be Lin Yun, his face changed a little. The disciples of the Junzi League felt a strange atmosphere and did not dare to speak much.

It's just gaze, sweeping Wang Yan's face from time to time, feeling a little frightened in his heart.

If it weren't Lin Yun, then Brother Wang's expression just now was a waste. Under the contrast, I don't know what it would be like.

Boom!

Xinyan jumped off to watch the cloud platform, wiped the blood stains on the corners of her mouth, swept her eyes, looking for the direction of the sword grave.

"Little friend Xinyan, it's okay."

A sword sculpture fell in the forest, and the elder on the sword sculpture was relieved when he saw Xin Yan.

Xinyan said anxiously: "Please also elders, lend me a sword sculpture for a use."

"Give it to you."

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

"Thanks!"

I don’t care much. After jumping up, Xinyan controlled the sword sculpture to fly all the way, muttering to herself: "I shouldn’t have let you participate in the alliance battle... Damn, you obviously agreed to me. Don't die!"

She was in a trance, her eyes were moist, and tears fell unknowingly.

Under the thundercloud, Luo Feng, who was on the sword sculpture, had his eyes closed. Feeling relieved, he sighed in relief and smiled: "Old Ghost, 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, Lin Yun is the one who died. Is it possible for four people to encircle and kill one person? Are you stupid?"

Bai Ting yelled, but the true essence was still infused in his eyes while he was speaking, and he looked down desperately.

But Jiang Feng has already fallen into the flames, and the corpse will be completely unrecognizable for fear of burning. Where can I see it clearly?

Unwilling to withdraw his gaze, Bai Ting looked at Luo Feng where the old **** was, and said coldly: "It must be Lin Yun who is dead. The fighting in the sea of ​​fire has stopped, and it won't be long before the rising flames will fall. Go, you will know at a glance."

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

Huh!

On the edge of the sword mound, a graceful figure hurriedly fell from the sword sculpture, and rushed towards the sword mound in the vast sea of ​​fire without even looking.

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

"Sister Xinyan, what are you doing?"

Xinyan saw Wuyou and choked up: "Even if the younger brother is gone, he has to pick up his corpse. You can't die without the whole body."

When Li Wuyou heard the words, he couldn't laugh or cry, and said: "Senior Sister, Brother Lin Yun is fine, it is Jiang Feng who died, the third Jiang Feng in the ranking."

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

Lin Qiushan and Lin Yan walked over, their eyes flashed with surprise. It's hard to imagine that everyone is awed and awed on weekdays, and Senior Sister Iron Rose Xinyan will have such a fragile side.

"The **** ghost fire seems to have come down, Senior Sister Xinyan, please see for yourself."

A few people looked at it, and the **** ghost fire roaring in the sky like a storm on the sword mound, as the fighting subsided, gradually fell.

In a short while, on the empty sword mound, four figures appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Pale face, delicate face, determined eyes, carrying a sword box on his back, wearing a blue shirt, Luojia Mountain Lin Yun is impressive.

"It's him..."

Xin Yan put a pair of jade hands on the proud chest, and she cried with joy.

"How is this possible!"

Under the thundercloud, Bai Ting saw Lin Yun's figure. Excited, he staggered and almost fell off.

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

"It's really Lin Yun!"

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

"Lingxiao sword pavilion has been on the same level as Bai Lixuan for a hundred years."

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

The crowd on the Guanyuntai exclaimed, and the previous whispered discussion completely boiled over.

Wang Yan's face was as gray as death, without a trace of anger on his face. The pleasure before it was gone, replaced by endless bitterness.

Damn, how could this be!

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

Professor Mei smiled slightly, his eyes flashed with appreciation, although he had already seen that the dead person was Jiang Feng. I saw with my own eyes that Lin Yun was proud, standing on the sword grave, side by side with the other three, still a little excited.

"This one is good."

"You can expect to be young."

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

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

On the sword mound, there are four lonely people, all with wounds on their bodies, and their faces are also not very good-looking.

Looking carefully, Lin Yun's injuries are more serious than the others. But the eyes of Chang Hao and the three people looking at Lin Yun were full of jealousy. Chu Haoyu, who didn't know when he took his sword back into its sheath, had a rare flash of solemnity in his eyes.

There is a somewhat rugged atmosphere permeating the sword mound, and the four of them stepped on the hilt of the sword, with a fierce fighting spirit in their eyes.

The true essence in the body is running quietly, slowly gathering their respective auras, following the auras of several people secretly climbing. The air on the sword mound became a little viscous, making people feel short of breath.

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

The silence at the moment, everyone can see, is brewing a bigger storm, and the atmosphere quietly freezes.

Huh!

Suddenly, a horror came from the gimbal with a piercing sound.

Boom!

Jinghong arrived in the blink of an eye and landed in the center of the four, shaking the weather and making the entire sword mound tremble.

It was an ancient battle flag, rusty, imprinted with mysterious spiritual patterns, filled with coldness, and the broken flag embroidered with blood flames.

"This is?"

When a few people were uncertain, the voice of the guardian plum on the Guanyuntai came over.

"This is the top-grade treasure, the Red Flame Banner, the first in the alliance battle~IndoMTL.com~The flag-captain wins!"

Wow!

The voice fell, and the **** ghost fire climbing the flagpole violently lit the battle flag. The imprinted spirit pattern on the flagpole suddenly gleamed, the burning flag swayed like a Vermillion bird, and a mighty coercion spread out.

The four people in Jianzhong were all startled.

"Treasure!"

The first in the alliance battle, the one who captures the flag wins, does this mean who wins the battle flag, who is the first in the alliance battle?

The eyes of several people all fell straight on the battle flag, and the expressions in their eyes became fiery.

The repressed fighting spirit in my heart can no longer be suppressed.

Chang!

Four sword chants sounded from several people almost at the same time, and the violent sword intent swept across all directions, blowing away the somewhat viscous air, and inciting Wan Jianzheng.

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