Chapter 461

I disagree!

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

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

"Hehe, this Lin Yun is crazy, right?"

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

"I guess I was late before, so I don't have a problem, but the rules are the rules. Right now, this nonsense is ridiculous. ”

If you don't agree, can you still change the rules of Longmen Dabi?

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

Yun Zhen and Qin Yu both flashed sneers on their faces, showing disdain, and even the referee laughed.

"What's so funny, not all of these previous Longmen competitions have a hell mode. I won the lower bracket, don't I have the right to choose Hell mode?"

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

Hell Mode!

Rumble!

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

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

Even the prince sitting upright on the throne of Ziqin had his eyelids jumping.

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

Hell mode, it's a little crazy. That's a wheel battle, defeating the top four people one by one, and there is no rest halfway.

Once you fail, you will face the cruel punishment of disqualifying your son, and you will have nothing.

Has anyone ever started Hell Mode in history?

Yes!

Has anyone won Hell mode?

No!

Not only no, but the initiators of Hell Mode, did not end well. Nine times out of ten, they all fell in the wheel war, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will lose the place of your son.

It's been a long, long time since no one chose to initiate Hell Mode, for how long?

It was so long that everyone had forgotten, and when Lin Yun jumped up and said that I didn't agree, no one thought of hell mode.

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

There is no precedent for the Hell model to succeed, and the punishment is so heavy, who will choose?

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

But who would take it seriously?

Who would really think that Lin Yun would dare to fight in wheels, take one against four, and risk defeat to choose hell mode?

No one.

"Lin Yun, you have to think about it. Hell mode, once you choose, you can't quit, you have to lose four people in a row to win, once you lose, you will lose the name of Childe!"

The referee looked solemn and asked in a deep voice.

"I've made up my mind. ”

Lin Yun said calmly.

The referee looked hesitant, he really didn't dare to make a decision, he looked at King Qin on the Ziqing throne.

Obviously, I want to consult the other party.

King Qin sneered: "Interesting, since he himself doesn't cherish the place of son, then why keep it, this king has no opinion." ”

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

Elder Luo Feng hurriedly walked over and muttered, "Okay, let me have a few words with Lin Yun." ”

"Hehe, what is there to say. ”

Wen Yanbo smiled predictively: "This sword slave himself said that he disagreed, can you still help people make decisions? I'll wait, just look at the disciples of your sect and create miracles. ”

"That's right. The hell model he proposed himself, the referee agreed, and His Majesty King Qin also agreed. Where it's your turn, you speak. ”

Elder Yuanyin, 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 a miracle? Old Ghost Luo, he still has some confidence in his own disciples. ”

Seeing this, the other sects ridiculed one after another.

Such an opportunity, how could they miss it, once Lin Yun failed. Not once, but definitely. As long as Lin Yun is defeated, the place of the eighth prince will be vacated, and the other sects will immediately have more opportunities.

With a chance for nothing, who will give up.

Besides, this year's Longmen Competition of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion can be regarded as a great shine, which has already caused many people to be dissatisfied.

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

"Stand down, this is the end of this matter, this king declares, hell mode, is the beginning!"

A trace of indifference flashed in King Qin's eyes, and he said undoubtedly.

Luo Feng shook his head helplessly, and returned to the Sword Pavilion, the look of worry in his eyes could not be concealed.

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

Seeing this, Xinyan comforted her.

Luo Feng smiled bitterly: "I hope so, it's just ...... Never mind. ”

With a sigh, he said no more.

Everyone understands what they didn't say, but Hell Mode doesn't have a chance to win at all.

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

On the king stage, the referee glanced at the two and quietly retreated.

The entire Longmen Square was suddenly extremely nervous, and everyone's eyes fell on Lin Yun on the platform.

The hell mode, which has not been opened for thousands of years, appeared in this Longmen Dabi without warning.

And the initiator is Lin Yun, who has many controversies in his own right.

"It's crazy...... In the form of wheel warfare, with one enemy against four, is there really a chance of victory? The name of the funeral dude is destined to become a resounding sound. ”

"Hehe, young and frivolous, everyone has ever had it. If you choose Hell Mode, it's not frivolity, it's ignorance. ”

"If he loses the first stop, that's interesting, hehe. ”

"It's hard to say, in the battle just now, Si Xueyi and Bai Lixuan were on par, slightly inferior, and their strength was much stronger than that Yanxin Gongzi. ”

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

"Although I admire your courage, today I have lost two games in a row and I really don't want to lose again. So, I'm going to give it my all and I won't give you a chance. ”

Si Xueyi's expression was solemn, and his eyes looked at each other sharply.

Against Qin Yu, he took the initiative to admit defeat, fought with Bai Lixuan, and lost the top three rankings. Although he was convinced of the loss, it was a shame for him to be so proud.

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

Looking at Lin Yun, a majestic sword momentum was released around his body, and the bright light in his eyes flickered, like a sharp sword stabbing at Lin Yun.

"Si Xueyi really doesn't want to lose, and it is very likely that he will sacrifice his martial soul in this round. "Many people secretly thought to themselves that if they lost this battle again, they would be really disgraced.

Shout!

didn't wait too long, the moment the sword momentum climbed to the peak, Si Xueyi held a folding fan in his hand, and a thick snow-white sword light fell from the sky and slashed towards Lin Yun.

Lin Yun's face remained unchanged, and the seven Xuan steps were quietly cast, and this sword swept past him.

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

"Humph!"

Si Xueyi snorted coldly, folded the fan in his hand, and chased after him tightly, his face was extremely cold.

Its wrist keeps shaking, the folding fan is between opening and closing, the sword light rises and falls, and the poems and songs on the fan surface are endowed with streamer flashes, and the endless sword rays are derived into criss-crossing rivers.

The rivers are turbulent, the waves are turbulent, and the swords are everywhere.

The seven Xuan Steps, which had entered the Transformation Realm, were urged to the extreme by Lin Yun, and the remnants of the Dao 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.

"See the moon through the clouds!"

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

Rumble!

The endless sword momentum crisscrossing the stage was like rolling white clouds, quietly scattering. A touch of sword light, like a bright moon, pierced Lin Yun.

Everywhere he passed, on the king's battle platform, a deep imprint was suddenly left.

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

Lin Yun's eyes suddenly sharpened and wanton, and when he saw the sword that saw the clouds and the moon, he was about to kill in front of him.

He clenched his fingers and stepped out.

The moment he stepped out, the dragon roared and the tiger roared, the wind and clouds rose together, and when he raised his hand, a dragon blasted out in the sky.

The fist that condensed the dragon shadow shattered this sword ray, and the battle platform suddenly buzzed, and there were broken sword lights everywhere.

Seven steps, people have taken pictures, one step and seven punches!

One more step, Lin Yun walked out of seven afterimages in an instant, and each afterimage threw a punch. Wait until the seven fists are superimposed, and the power in the fists reaches the point of terrifying.

"So fast!"

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

At that moment, the figure was like smoke, floating by.

"Can you hide?"

The look in Lin Yun's eyes was still sharp.

Seven Xuanbu, the golden crow spreads its wings!

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

Smoke clouds!

At the moment when there was no room for hair, Si Xueyi's figure spun out of thin air, and 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 hooked up with a smile, and silently, he killed behind Lin Yun.

Wrath of the Cloud Dragon!

The smoke cloud sword momentum that spread out like a white cloud on the battle platform condensed into the outline of a cloud dragon. It was huge, wrapped in a vast sword momentum, and roared towards Lin Yun's back.

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

The Vajra Seal, the Sky Breaking Seal, the Demon Seal, and the Heavens Seal, the four seals are in one!

Bang, bang, bang!

The four seals were one, Lin Yun crushed the roaring cloud dragon inch by inch with his invincible momentum, and smashed the roaring cloud dragon inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, he hit Si Xueyi with a punch.

Poof!

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

Under the reluctance to resist, Si Xueyi spat out blood and was violently shocked and flew out.

Flying mirror under the moon, Yunsheng knot sea building!

The king's battle platform, the vision was born, on the vast water, the clouds and mist were shrouded, and a bright moon was rising.

Martial Soul!

Si Xueyi sacrificed the martial soul, and the audience was suddenly boiling, this martial soul left a deep impression when he fought Changji Gongzi.

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

But the bright moon had just risen from the water out of the clouds and mist, and had not yet taken off.

was swept across the air by a sword ray.

Click!

In an instant, the bright moon was cut in half, and under the purple kite, the young man in Tsing Yi collected his sword and returned it to the sheath.

The vision fell apart, and Si Xueyi's face was so pale that there was no blood, and he knelt on one knee.

When he raised his eyes, he looked at the young man in front of him, and there was a deep look of shock.