In the face of Chen's last battle, the flowing fire was completely opened, and the 'flowing fire in the wind' not only squeezed out all the reserve vitality in the tears, but even the vitality in the altar was drained a lot by the flowing fire.

It's a pity that at the moment when the flowing fire faced Chen, only a quarter of the vitality remained in the magic weapon without tears, which seemed to be a lot, but in the face of the combat power of 1100 Chen, the flowing fire was very bottomless.

But there is no turning back when the bow is opened, and the gladiatorial arena is a place of life and death.

Countless golden threads sealed all of Chen's retreats like a messy fishing net.

At this time, Chen's eyes had lit up, and he suddenly became extremely excited, especially when a golden thread touched his body, when the tiny spark suddenly burst, Chen actually laughed excitedly.

"Haha, I finally know. Flowing fire, you're actually a fire cultivator... Haha, you actually deceived us all..."

Chen is not a fool, he is absolutely knowledgeable. Don't look at the explosion brought by Mars is very small, not spectacular at all, but the high temperature and impact of Mars eruption are so huge, and the heart-rending burning pain can actually make Chen laugh wildly.

"Haha, it's an eye-opener, today it's finally an eye-opener... There are still awakened people in this world who cast spells like this... Haha, it fucking hurts me to death..."

"Haha..."

It seems that Chen is really stupid, he can still laugh? The endless golden threads pounced on his body, and clusters of sparks shot out.

Flowing Fire was very confident in his spell, and when he first cast this spell, he cut off the arm of the poison knife Liu. At the time of the second cast in the quarry, hundreds of Dark Ones were torn apart by the cutting wires of gold.

Each gold thread is like a high-temperature knife, extremely sharp, let alone a person, even steel can be as easy as cutting tofu.

Flowing fire's self-confidence is not without reason, at least now Chen's appearance is very embarrassing. The animal skin clothes on his body had been shredded, and his toned body was exposed to the air, although he was still laughing wildly, but the burns on his body could not deceive people.

That must have hurt.

Liuhuo didn't guess wrong, the current Chen is really hurting, and he is very excited when it hurts.

"Flowing Fire, I've finally tried your trick, it's amazing... I'm sure anyone can turn into a pile of minced meat under the attack of your golden thread, but if you meet me today, your miracle will come to an end..."

"Ahh

"Broken..."

With this shout, the heart of the flowing fire was like a heavy hammer strike, and the pain suddenly became severe, and he fell to his knees in pain. This roar actually shattered the divine consciousness of the flowing fire, and this roar actually broke up the golden threads in the sky.

The spell that Flowing Fire was most proud of was actually shaken back to its original form with a roar of rage, and turned into a flood of vitality.

There was only one roar, and the stunt of flowing fire in the wind was actually broken.

Chen, who was covered in **, ignored the flowing fire on the ground, and sang the most quaint war song of the giants in his mouth.

"The vast mountains... Thousands of miles..."

"God of War... Giants Xing..."

"Eighty thousand tribes gathered, the sky and the earth are vast..."

"Blood is sprinkled in all directions, and there is no regret in the end, and the monstrous war intent is terrifying..."

.......

A short and simple ballad, sung by Chen sonorously and powerfully. The battle song familiar to the giants fluttered in the altar.

At this time, all the giants stood up, and they clapped the rhythm with their palms, and sang the battle song of the giants together. Inspired by the singing, the giants' eyes became more and more red, and bursts of light that were imperceptible to the naked eye circulated on their bodies.

At this time, Mei Jiaoniang was already stunned, and she stumbled there talking to herself.

"Tatsu is actually a sacrifice... He's actually a war song priest... The war song sacrifice that has disappeared for hundreds of years still has a heritage, and Chen is actually so deeply hidden..."

That's right, Mei Jiaoniang is not wrong. Chen is the most mysterious war song sacrifice, in his mouth, every word has supreme ability, on the battlefield, a giant army with a war song sacrifice, the combat effectiveness will increase tenfold.

Moreover, the War Song Sacrifice is also proficient in the curse technique, and that one broken word is a curse that can dispel the spell of flowing fire. And that ancient ballad can be suppressed by the flow of fire.

The current Flowing Fire was extremely weak, and the Flowing Fire in the Wind drained the last of his mana, and that war song suppressed all his strength.

Tatsu's war song sang for a long time, and when the long voice slowly dissipated, he looked at the flowing fire that fell to the ground and sighed.

"Flowing fire, you've lost. Warsong dissolves your spells, and the Curse of Weakness drains your strength... Moreover, you are already covered in bruises after continuous battles, you don't want to hold on any longer..."

Flowing Fire is desperate now, and the gap in the realm is not something that skills can fill. Tatsumi is a war singer with a great mastery realm, and even if the Flowing Fire body is recuperated to its heyday, he will not be his opponent.

However, Liuhuo is still unwilling, and it is clear that victory is only one step away, and it is clear that the giant tree is about to see the hope of survival. Why, why did it fall short in the end.

Chen looked at the flowing fire sadly, looking at his unwilling eyes.

"Flowing fire, I've always been curious, you always say that there is a story that you haven't told Jumu, and you have to tell him the end of this story..."

"I really don't know what kind of story it is that can make you work so hard... Can you tell me?"

Liuhuo looked at the statue of the god of war in the center of the altar, whispered softly, and slowly told the ancient legend.

Many of the legends that have been extinguished by time have disappeared, and even if there are any remnants, they are all fragmented. Drifting Fire couldn't tell the date, couldn't name the dynasty, and even Driftfire couldn't be sure where the story took place.

However, this does not prevent the giants from understanding the shock of the story.

The envoy to the enemy country swore an oath in the presence of the king, and the cruel and cunning enemy wanted to strike at his mother country with the betrayal of the envoy.

The unyielding messenger, how can he be affected by coercion and temptation, even if the steel knife is on his neck, he will not break the oath of the year.

The icy snow, the lonely messenger, the only thing that accompanied him was the scepter that the king had given him, and a flock of emaciated sheep.

The insidious enemy, who wants to let the cruel life on the ice field wear down the persistence in his heart, they hope that the unbearable messenger will kneel at their feet and pray to them.

However, no one could have imagined that the messenger would be so persistent in his oaths and promises.

For nineteen years, the messenger did not waver in the slightest.

"Nineteen years later, when the kings of the mother country learned of his survival, when they learned of the tragic fate of the messengers and their adherence to their promises, the kings were angry, the ministers were angry, and the people were angry..."

"The mother country raised troops to put pressure on the enemy, and finally brought back this messenger, a man named Su Wu..."

At this point in the story, Flowing Fire looked up and looked around, and he stood up and looked around at all the giants.

"My master once gave Jumu's father the 'blessing of the god of war', and Jumu's father also vowed to protect my master for the rest of his life, but my master missed the appointment... He never came back..."

"Jumu's father left this world with regrets, he regretted that he did not fulfill his obligations, he did not fulfill his promises, and he regretted that he did not listen to the whole story..."

"My master was by the fire and told him half the story..."

At this time, the flow of fire became more and more excited.

"Jumu's father is gone, but Jumu has not forgotten his father's promise, he inherited this promise, and he fulfilled it with his life when I was most in danger..."

"But until he died, he didn't know what the end of this story would be..."

"He has fulfilled the obligations of the Father and Son for two generations, and has preached with his life, but what about me? What can I do? My obligation to the giant tree has not been fulfilled, so he cannot die, he must live..."

"Today is either me dying here, or the giant tree is lying in the spirit pool, and there will never be a second way..."

Shouting this, Liuhuo didn't know where it came from and burst out with endless power, he rushed towards Chen, and hit his face door with his left fist.

Maybe there is a miracle in the hope of the flowing fire, maybe the flowing fire is just a dying struggle.

It's a pity that most of the Jedi counterattacks are in fiction, and there are too few in real life. Especially in the current situation, it is even more unlikely.

Chen only used one kick, and where did the flowing fire come from, he flew back to where it was.

The fire is vomiting blood, spitting blood, he is really powerless to return to the sky, maybe giving up is the best choice.

At this time, the atmosphere in the arena fell into an extremely delicate situation. Countless giants had just been urged by the war song to boil their blood, and then after hearing such an exciting legend, now the hearts of the giants were as if they were blocked by 10,000 tons of boulders, and they were uncomfortable and speechless.

The giants are simple, their respect for their oath is unmatched by anyone, and the two generations of the giant tree father and son have made them admire the promise of the two generations, and there is still a sensational story of flowing fire.

"The ancients of thousands of years ago could do it, are we not as good as the ancients..."

"Giant Wood Father and Son can use their lives to preach, can't we do it..."

"What kind of people are we? What is our glory? We watched Brother Giant Tree die there, but we counted on a mortal awakened to save our brother..."

"We watched the fire bleed there, and we didn't do anything..."

The stag patriarch was already in tears, and he wanted to kill himself. His nephew died, but he had to rely on others to save his life, and he was hiding behind his back.

"How shameless I am..."

Thinking of this, the stag patriarch couldn't hold back any longer, he turned over and jumped off the arena, ran in front of the flowing fire, and covered him with his back.

"Chen, I'm here to challenge you, I'll challenge you instead of Drift Fire, if you want to die, please let me die in front of Drift Fire..."

"I don't believe it, we giants need a mortal to maintain our dignity..."

"If Liuhuo dies here today, every giant here should die, and he should die in shame..."