How could Flowing Fire not know that Flowing Fire was born without tears to detect the opponent's combat effectiveness, and when Lang Xing's 980 combat power appeared in front of his eyes, he knew that it was difficult to break through today's level.

What's more, the strong vitality on this Lang Xing has already exposed his identity. This is an awakened one who is about to become a master of great mastery.

"Thank you for your kindness, I know you want me to rest a little more... But a battle is a battle, and the life of the giant tree can't be delayed any longer..."

Before the words fell, a body of ice armor suddenly burst out of Liuhuo's body, and at the same time, the flowing fire blessed by the Wind Walking Technique rushed towards Lang Xing like an arrow from the string.

Melee combat, dogfighting, that's the only method that Flowing Fire can think of. Now the flowing fire is covered in wounds, and the vitality of the crystal nucleus ring is almost drained, and even the vitality stored by Tearless is only half left.

Let's not talk about the backlash, now the flowing fire doesn't dare to waste mana at all. If the mana is exhausted in this one, how will it be fought later?

And Liuhuo knows very well that there is still an hour behind Lang Xing. These two people are definitely very difficult to deal with, and they must leave a little vitality to save their lives.

Dealing with giants, Flowing Fire has little experience, but Flowing Fire is still very good at dealing with the Awakened. Now wearing the equipment of the Skywalker, it is resistant to normal spell attacks, and as long as the Awoken is pulled into a melee combat situation, their advanced spells have no chance to be cast at all.

In the face of Lang Xing, the tactics of Drift Fire are very clear, and they are actually very correct. But he forgot that Lang Xing was a giant, a giant with a height of three meters.

The giant was born a swordsman, and he was never afraid of anyone in hand-to-hand combat.

Just as the Flowing Fire was about to rush to Lang Xing's side, Lang Xing's body flashed and slipped sideways to avoid the attack of the Flowing Fire, and grabbed the right arm of the Flowing Fire again, and threw him out with the impact of the Flowing Fire.

"Do you want to fight me in close combat?" Okay, I'll satisfy you..."After speaking, Lang Xing rushed towards the flow of fire like a bolt of lightning.

Flowing fire reversed his body in the air, facing Lang Xing, and kicked his feet on the ground desperately to relieve the huge impact, wiping out a trail of dust.

As soon as Liuhuo's body stabilized, Lang Xing had already rushed up, and his left fist hit Liuhuo's temple. When Driftfire dodged sideways, Lang Xing struck Driftfire's shoulder with an elbow, and only to hear a click, Driftfire's left arm was already dislocated.

Liuhuo never thought that Lang Xing's hand-to-hand combat skills, which were awakened, would be so powerful, and he would suffer such a big loss in just one face.

However, Flowing Fire will not be restrained, and when Lang Xing's right fist plunged straight into the Flowing Fire Facing Door, a grabbing rope suddenly burst out of Flowing Fire's back and wrapped around Lang Xing's arm.

Not only that, the lower body of the Flowing Fire Cat was deftly rolling on the ground, and after a few tosses, the rope had already entangled Lang Xing to death.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to attack with this weird grabber? I always thought it was just an auxiliary tool, but I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it..."

"But do you think such a slender iron rope can entangle me?

Lang Xing's arrogance is justified, how strong can a black iron cable with the thickness of vine tentacles be? Even if it is made of steel? Isn't the iron bar the thickness of an arm not broken, and would care about such an iron cable that is thinner than a little finger?

Lang Xing's arms were filled with strength, and the muscles in his body exploded like a grave, and he roared.

"Open..."

With a shout, the entire audience burst into exclamations.

"Oh my God..."

How can you not be surprised, how can you not exclaim, Langxing actually didn't break this rope!

At this time, Lang Xing's face was already red, not only was he too strong, but several sections of the slender rope were tightened in the meat.

Crimson blood seeped through the hide.

Lang Xing was now blinded, and he never thought that this iron cable would be so tenacious, and it didn't break his muscles when he cut them.

It's a shame, it's a shame.

Flowing Fire would give up such a good opportunity. The dislocated left arm was pressed against the ground, writhing and pressing hard, and the joint was reset with a click. At the same time, the flowing fire rushed towards Lang Xing like a black panther, clenching his right hand into a fist, and a sharp ice pick condensed on his fist. The sharp horns stabbed straight at Lang Xing's chest.

If this punch is smashed, that sharp ice pick alone can stab Lang Xing through the heart.

At this time, the blazing sun in the stands couldn't sit still, so he stood up and grabbed the stone railing with his hands, and the railings were crushed with great strength, and the stone chips on his hands flew everywhere.

The situation in the arena turned around too quickly, how could Lang Xing, who had just taken the advantage, suddenly become a lamb to the slaughter?

The giants watching the battle couldn't see the details of the field, but Flowing Fire could feel it, and he was already feeling the pressure that Lang Xing was putting on him.

It turned out that when the Flowing Fire burst into impact, Lang Xing's divine consciousness suddenly changed, and an invisible pressure rushed towards the Flowing Fire. And when the flowing fire saw it, Lang Xing's eyes actually emitted a confused light.

The glow began faintly, but as the icicle got closer, it grew brighter. In the end, all the giants watching the battle saw it.

"What's that? Langxing's eyes actually glow?"

"Look, the speed of the fire is getting slower and slower..."

How could this be, the giant's mind really couldn't understand such a strange phenomenon. However, if the giants can't understand it, it doesn't mean that the flowing fire doesn't understand.

With such an obvious light spell, how could Flowing Fire not recognize it.

Hell, Lang Xing is actually an awakened person majoring in light? This is too contrary to common sense, how could a giant major in light?

It's no wonder that Flowing Fire was surprised, the light spell is a spell that specializes in attacking people's spirit and divine consciousness, and he needs the cultivator's extremely powerful divine sense. Awakened people who can major in the light system are also very rare in the Creation Gate.

The Jade Qilin is an awakened person who majors in the light system, and his white jade flute is the top light magic weapon. In the vast mountains, the sonic attack of this white jade flute did not make the giants go crazy.

This world is too chaotic, aren't the orcs' divine sense very weak? How can a swamp daffodil grow in a barren desert?

It's a pity that Lang Xing's spell can't be questioned. Now that light had gradually confused the Flowing Fire, and the Flowing Fire had hallucinated in front of his eyes.

In the eyes of the flowing fire, Lang Xing's figure was already blurred, and there was not just one Lang Xing, but dozens of Lang Xing appeared. These Lang Stars stood in a barren desert, the sun in the sky radiating blazing energy.

Flowing Fire suddenly felt very thirsty, he seemed to have returned to the desert area on the grassland, where Flowing Fire did not have any magic weapon, he and Brother Zhongli struggled to move forward together, if it was not for Brother Zhongli's care, Flowing Fire would probably die in that desert.

Yes, this is the desert, a desert of depleted vitality. Flowing fire has no magic weapon and no water, so he can only rely on his own perseverance to move forward.

"Brother Zhongli, you wait for me... Wait for me..."

In the sight of the flowing fire, Lang Xing had long since disappeared, and only the back of Brother Zhongli was walking alone. Liuhuo didn't know, and he couldn't figure out why Brother Zhongli left him to move forward on his own, leaving him with only a back.

"Water... I need water... Give me water..."

"Why... Why is this desert not rejuvenated... I can't cast spells anymore..."

"Where's the magic weapon, where is my ring, where are my tears, where are you, I need your help..."

No one could answer the fire, he could only walk alone in the desert, looking at the back that was fading away. Flowing Fire was so tired that he wanted to sleep for a while, but his extreme thirst prevented him from closing his eyes.

In desperation, he raised his wrist and bit it hard, blood poured into his mouth, and the feeling of thirst was suddenly relieved.

But such a little blood is not enough, he still has to drink the fire, he desperately sucks blood, the more he sucks, the more he quenches his thirst, and the more he sucks, the more he wants to suck.

Just as Liuhuo was about to drink all the blood in his body, a terrible scream suddenly came from the sky.

"Flowing fire... Stop...."

Who is calling me? How is it a woman's voice, is it Suzaku? Is it clouds that obscure the moon? It's a bit like that. Hey, no, how can it be like the voice of a beautiful girl?

Guessed right, it was really the voice of the beautiful girl, and the terrible scream not only woke up the confused flowing fire, but even woke up those sluggish giants.

How could the giants not be sluggish? They watched as Lang Xing's eyes lit up, and they watched as Flowing Fire lowered their arms. How did Driftfire suddenly become a fool?

What about a fool who can only circle in front of Lang Xing? Strange Flowing Fire, staring at the arena in a circle with misty eyes, and muttering endlessly.

In the end, Liuhuo actually put his wrist to his mouth and bit it with one bite. And the fire also sucks its own blood.

Everyone was confused, they didn't know what the hell Lang Xing and Flowing Fire were doing, they had never seen such a weird gladiatorial fight.

It wasn't until Mei Jiaoniang's terrible shout that the flowing fire woke up.

After waking up, Liuhuo knelt on the ground, his consciousness was strongly stimulated, and the injury was not light.

How can the flowing fire not be injured, Mei Jiaoniang sealed the mana of the flowing fire, which in itself is a kind of destruction of the flowing fire divine sense, and the flowing fire is in a state of only half of the mana, single-handedly fighting three life and death enemies, and the wounds in that battle are not light.

Coupled with a night of rapid marching, Liuhuo never had a good rest at all, and when he arrived at the altar, he began to compete continuously. Even if Liuhuo is an iron man, he has to be boiled dry now.

The injury of the divine consciousness is the most uncomfortable, the pain in the body is unbearable, but the stimulation of the divine consciousness is not easy to endure. Now the flow of fire brain is blank, and a wave of dizziness hits him, let alone casting spells, even if he thinks normally, he can't do it.

At this time, Lang Xing was standing not far away, the iron rope on his body had already been untied, and he sighed as he looked at the gasping flow of fire.

"You're so tired, I'm really invincible this time..."