Flowing Fire Water spells can condense water vapor in the air, thus forming real water droplets and ice particles. But the golden needle is not, it is a thing of metamorphosis, it has no substance, and of course it does not bring real wounds. But the pain caused by the golden needle is real, even more intense than the real injury.

At that moment, Liuhuo felt that all his leg bones had been shattered, and thousands of bone residues were rubbed vigorously by a pair of big hands, and the pain was beyond the limit that ordinary people could bear.

Flowing Fire's left leg could no longer support his body, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"No... I can't pass out... I have to persevere, even for the sake of my master..."

Just when Liuhuo secretly gritted his teeth and insisted, how could Xiahou Jian give up when he saw the opportunity. Countless wind blades, mixed with golden needles, shot towards the flowing fire again.

The ice shield had become three-sided, and after a while, it had increased to four, and finally it had summoned six.

The six ice shields rotate rapidly, adjusting their angles as they rotate. Countless wind blades and countless golden needles were resisted by these six ice shields, and the scene suddenly fell into a stalemate.

Flowing Fire was very uncomfortable now, not only because of the pain, but also because of the constant torment of the backlash.

The flowing fire squeezed out all his divine sense, and kept mobilizing the vitality of heaven and earth to supplement the spells.

The current flow of fire is very tired, and the amount of vitality required to maintain the six-sided ice shield is huge, and when the vitality mobilization is getting bigger and bigger, the power of the counterattack is also gradually strengthening.

The biting cold has gradually blurred the consciousness of the flowing fire, and now it can only be supported by the efforts of the will.

Hou Wen under the ring knows the situation of Liuhuo best, he knows that Liuhuo does not have a magic weapon on his body, he relies on his tenacious nerves to resist the backlash of vitality.

Just when Hou Wen had nothing to do, the crowd watching the game also figured out the situation on the field.

"Flowing fire has no magic weapon, the rumors are actually true..."

"Oh, it's true that you said that, when he fought the Red Dragon just now, he didn't use a magic weapon..."

"Yes, in the last game, I thought he was an inner disciple and disdained to use magic weapons?

"Oh my God, is the Great Willow Offering really bankrupt?"

"It's just the only apprentice, and he didn't give him a magic weapon, it's not bankrupt..."

"It seems that the rumors are true..."

The discussion under the ring, not a word of it, reached the ears of Liuhuo and Xiahou Blade.

Xiahou Jian was overjoyed, and worked harder to urge the magic weapon, sighing in his heart.

"Inner disciple, finally an inner disciple has been defeated at my hands... Ha ha... The young master didn't know what reward to give me afterwards..."

Liuhuo's heart was extremely sad and angry.

"It turns out that I am nothing. In the straw village, I was a helpless orphan, and I was at the lowest level of society. Now I think I'm strong, and I think that by becoming an Awakened One, I can change my fate..."

"But I was wrong, I am still a helpless orphan among the awakened, and I am still the lowest level of the Creation Gate..."

"Ignoring my reputation as an inner disciple, but when I face Cang'er, Bluebeard, and Red Dragon, including Xiahou Blade, I have that little inner gate majesty..."

"I'm sorry, master. I've disgraced you..."

The consciousness of the flowing fire gradually became blurred, and at this time, the flowing fire wanted to lie down and sleep beautifully, and the flowing fire in the despair only thought of giving up.

Hou Wen was already mad, and he shouted from the audience.

"Flowing fire, hold on. In Yongyang City, there are two of your brothers who have been thinking about you..."

"In Wengang City, our big brother Zhongli is also laughing at you..."

"Have you forgotten Tianshan Island? Didn't you promise to bring happiness to the fishermen..."

"And your master, are you willing to put him on the back of all the mockery?"

"Stand up, you can still fight... Stand up..."

Hou Wen's hoarse shout made the drifting fire, whose consciousness was gradually blurred, sober up a little more. Those consciousness that had been gradually lost were returning to his brain.

Liuhuo breathed deeply, and the words of the master kept coming back to his mind.

"Don't be afraid, kid. All the forces that eat back are just your feelings, those powers can't hurt you in the slightest, those pains have been deceiving you, it's the weakness of your heart that is deceiving you..."

"The power that Yuan Qi brings to you, and the backlash he brings to you, are just two sides of the coin. You gain something, you lose something, forget what you gain, forget what you lose..."

"At this moment, you are heaven and earth, you are the vitality, you are the infinite creation..."

"Stand up, you'll never give up..."

Flowing Fire finally stood up. Not only did Flowing Fire stand up, but a greater sense of divine consciousness spread out of his body.

At this moment, several more golden needles pierced into Liuhuo's body.

At this moment, several more wind blades struck him.

But Flowing Fire had forgotten the pain, and he couldn't feel his body anymore. In his consciousness, only the pervasive water vitality enveloped him, like his closest comrades.

In an instant, a ring of ice formed at the foot of the flowing fire.

The ice ring was slowly spreading, and countless ice picks formed from the ground, piercing into the sky and dissipating in the wind.

Flowing Fire closed his eyes tightly, and his divine consciousness covered the entire ring. He firmly believes that in the endless ring of ice, there is absolutely nothing for the enemy to hide.

Ice rings are expanding faster and stronger.

At this time, Xiahou Jian felt the pressure. He suddenly discovered that his remnant technique was constantly compressed by the expanding ice ring.

There wasn't much room left for him to move in the ring, and if he took a step back, he would fall off the field.

The Ice Ring Technique didn't give Xiahou Blade much time, and in just one breath, several ice spikes rising from the ground quickly wrapped around his feet, firmly fixing him to the ground.

The afterimages of the full stage finally disappeared.

There was silence in the Hundred Gardens.

Xiahou Blade gasped, and kept mobilizing the power of the magic weapon to relieve the biting cold on his feet.

Flowing Fire stood silently, his eyes closed and his trembling body making it impossible to know what he was thinking.

I don't know how many minutes and seconds have passed, and the first to break the silence is Xiahou Blade.

"The inner disciple is really extraordinary, just one ice ring technique can crack my afterimage, and it is really Liu Lao's high disciple..."

"The Ice Ring Technique, as simple as it is, is one of the most energy-draining spells. I really don't know how you do it, especially how you can do it without a magic weapon..."

"I have deep admiration for you, for your master..."

"It's just a pity, if you don't have a magic weapon, you're still doomed to fail..."

After speaking, Xiahou Jian bowed deeply to the flowing fire, which expressed his respect for the flowing fire.

And at this moment, the ice on Xiahou's blade feet instantly collapsed.

The afterimage reappears in the ring.

At the same time, the nine-song wind chimes rang loudly.

Inspired by the wind chimes, the wind gusted in the garden.

The Flowing Fire no longer had the power to fight back, only the ice shield that revolved around him on six sides was still proving to everyone.

He's still holding on.

Countless wind blades struck the ice shield, splashing countless tiny ice crystals.

Countless golden needles pierced the ice armor, bringing bursts of tremors.

Flowing Fire has turned into an iceman, and the snow-white frost in his hair and eyebrows is spreading, and there is not a trace of blood in his pale face.

At this time, no one had any hope for him, even Hou Wen had already shouted.

"Give it up... Flowing fire... Give it up..."

In the Cool Breeze Hall, Elder Tongxuan closed his eyes slightly and sighed secretly. Li Feiyang's face was serious, but he couldn't hide the gleam in his eyes. Jade Qilin and Yun Shaoyue clenched their fists with both hands, their teeth clenched.

At this moment, the hundred gardens are silent.

Just when everyone's hearts were grabbed by the scene in the ring, when time was a little stagnant, a figure suddenly rushed out of the periphery of the Hundred Gardens.

That figure was obviously also blessed by the Wind Movement Technique, although it was not as subtle as Xiahou Blade's spell, but it was already very fast.

The figure rushed to Hou Wen's side like an arrow, didn't say anything, just stuffed something into his arms.

Then, the visitor collapsed to the ground.

Hou Wen didn't hesitate at all, and quickly threw the thing into the ring and threw it into the flowing fire.

"Flowing fire... Your magic weapon..."

The sudden change alarmed everyone, and everyone turned their eyes to the mysterious object, and when people saw it clearly, the scene was in an uproar.

"What magic weapon?"

"Hey, isn't that a rotten stone?"

"Cheating, Hou Wen, this is cheating..."

Hou Wen didn't give those noisy people any chance, and scolded angrily.

"You're blind, what a bad thing to be your mother? Can't you feel that there is a flowing fire consciousness on it? You were taught by your teacher..."

Hou Wen's angry scolding made everyone speechless, because the stone did have the divine sense of flowing fire on it. What's more, other people's magic weapons can't be used without refining? How can this be said that Hou Wen is cheating?

But the next scene surprised everyone even more.

When the flying magic weapon was suspended in the chest of the flowing fire, everyone could see the shape of this magic weapon clearly.

"me, what is this?"

Everyone's doubts are justified, because the magic weapon suspended in front of the flowing fire is too ugly.

What Hou Wen threw up was the amethyst on Tianshan Island. When Liuhuo had just come to the stage to fight against the Red Dragon, Hou Wen felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to quickly go to Tiandu's 'Half Two Gold' to get the magic weapon that Liuhuo was processing.

Fortunately, the magic weapon finally arrived in time.

It's just that the appearance of this crystal really surprised everyone.

The original crystal clear amethyst has long since lost the alluring light it had at the beginning. The entire crystal is covered with large and small white stubble, which is the traces left by the grinder on the crystal. It's like one scar after another, all over the body.

The magic weapon is more like a broken stone in the quarry that has been beaten 10,000 times.

Once again, the scene was chaotic.

"Haha... This is the magic weapon, that rotten stone..."

"Poor, poor... Liu Lao, who was in the limelight back then, actually fell into such a situation..."

"Hi buddy... You're going to hit him on the head with this rock... I have bricks here, do you want to..."

Ridicule, ridicule everywhere. Counterattack, Hou Wen desperately counterattacked.

It's just that the current flow of fire doesn't matter anymore, and there is only one thought in my heart.

"I'm the rotten rock..."