The rolling hills gave hope to the two of them, and the sparse shrubs on the hills proved that this place would not be as dry as the desert.

At this moment, the flowing fire was exhausted, and it lost the nourishment of its vitality, and the flowing fire turned into an ordinary mortal again. Although the cultivation in Yongyang Mountain has made Liuhuo's body stronger than most people. But it is far worse than the battle-hardened General Zhongli.

After exploring for a long time, Zhongli found a small spring, although the water flow was small, but it was enough for the two of them to drink, and the camp was here.

The flint in Zhongli's arms finally worked, a small bonfire was lit, and the tent was erected.

Liuhuo looked at the busy Zhongli and said, "Thanks to you, I, the awakened one, am really a waste now."

After listening to this, Zhongli said, "Thanks to the lack of vitality here, you have become an ordinary person. Or I really can't find confidence in front of you..."

"Speaking of which, I would like to thank this desert. It's only here that I really feel that you're my brother...", the busy Zhongli teased the flowing fire as he roasted meat.

After a brief dinner, Zhongli pulled out the big sword beside him and began to wipe it with a thick cotton cloth.

"I feel like this place is weird, and I always feel like I'm on the battlefield," Zhongli said as he rubbed it.

"The vitality of heaven and earth in this place is extremely lacking, but there is always a faint dead aura lingering in it. Maybe this dead air makes you feel like you're on the battlefield..."

Zhongli felt the strangeness around him, and said to the flowing fire, "Let's rest here for a day first, you have enough spirits, and the day after tomorrow we will set off to find the black mine cave."

Flowing Fire soon fell asleep, exhausted from the multi-day journey. After Zhongli finished wiping the big sword, he also entered the account and rested.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and when it was darkest before dawn, several vague black shadows quickly approached the camp. Just as the black shadow was about to approach the tent, Zhongli suddenly woke up, grabbed the big sword beside him and rushed out of the tent.

In the darkness, the bonfire released the light of the time it was about to be extinguished, and in the faint light of the fire, Zhongli found himself surrounded.

Drift Fire was also awakened, and by the time he got out of the tent, the attack of the men in black had already begun.

The swords in the hands of the men in black exuded a faint light, each of them had the strength of a swordsman, and they cooperated tacitly in attack and defense, and their moves were very old and vicious.

Zhongli didn't expect the enemy to be so tricky, and the strength of his own great sword master was suppressed.

Seeing the crisis of his eldest brother, Liuhuo hurriedly forcibly unfolded his divine sense, mobilizing the negligible power of vitality between heaven and earth.

"There is too little vitality, too little..."Liuhuo muttered silently in his heart as he put a meager layer of wind movement on Zhongli. It's a pity that just such a small mobilization of vitality has greatly damaged the divine consciousness of Flowing Fire.

Flowing fire has the feeling of struggling to extract oil from waste oil residue.

The strange movement of the Flowing Fire attracted the attention of the men in black, and the two men in black abandoned Zhongli and quickly rushed towards the Flowing Fire. After all, Liuhuo had received strict training in Yongyang Mountain, and his skills were also very agile, and he dodged the attack of a man in black sideways, and slapped him on the back casually.

The effect of this palm was obvious, and a thin layer of fire elements gathered in the palm of the flowing fire, and when it hit the back of the man in black, it was like a red-hot soldering iron slapping on the back, and the man in black staggered to the ground in pain.

The other man in black showed no mercy, and the long sword in his hand went straight to the flowing fire. At this time, the flowing fire had already condensed a small ice needle in the other hand, and quickly threw it towards the enemy.

In an instant, the man in black covered his bleeding eyes and rolled on the ground.

At this time, the flowing fire was already out of breath, and it was really difficult to mobilize his vitality.

At this moment, a pair of eyes from the bushes in the distance stared at the flowing fire. Hidden inside is the cang'er that has not been seen for many days.

"Is this kid injured? Why did the spell become so weak..."

"What about his magic weapon, why not use it at such a critical juncture..."

"Has it already detected me, and shown weakness to lure me to the bait..."

Soon Cang'er stopped muttering, and he found that the sweat and pale face of the fire did not look like they were pretending. Thinking about it in his heart, his left hand was raised, and in an instant, a Yuan Qi Wood Thorn appeared in the air.

"I'll test you first," Cang'er thought as he threw the wooden thorn at the flowing fire.

The speed of the Yuan Qi Wood Thorn is extremely fast, and the methods of the Awakened are not comparable to those of the Sword Master. When Driftfire realizes that the wooden spikes are flying, there is no way to dodge. There was a muffled sound, and the fire fell to the ground.

Cang'er struck a blow, and happily jumped out of the bush and shouted, "Look at your kid is still arrogant, and you dare to burn me with fire..."

When Zhongli found out that the life and death of the flowing fire were unknown, he was furious, and the long sword suddenly shone brightly, and with a wave of his hand, the two big heads were cut off, and the black-clothed people around him retreated in shock.

Cang Er looked at the majestic Zhongli, pursed his lips and raised his hand to give Zhongli a bone-eroding poison. A faint green aura instantly enveloped the great sword.

When the green qi touched the sword body, the sword light quickly dimmed, and the entire sword body was shrouded in a layer of green brilliance, and this green light quickly wrapped around Zhongli's body.

In just an instant, a heart-rending pain spread throughout Zhongli's body, and the pain seemed to burst out from the depths of his heart, and his hands could no longer hold the sword. When the sword fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhongli half-knelt on the ground, his trembling body proved the pain he had endured, and the glory of the Hundred Battles General did not allow him to have any **, and his stubborn persistence was exchanged for beads of sweat rolling down his head.

"Mortals—" Cang's mocking voice rang in Zhongli's ears.

Cang'er was in high spirits, and walked quickly towards the flowing fire, fantasizing about what kind of treasure the flowing fire was on as he walked.

"If there is only one treasure, it can only be given to the ninth master..."

"What if there were two treasures... Shall I keep the good ones or the bad ones..."

"Maybe the ninth master sees that I have a chance, and maybe he will give me all the treasures..."

Just as Cang'er Husi was thinking wildly, the flowing fire suddenly moved.

The Drift Fire not only moved, but fought back. The hands kept trembling, the ten fingers quickly changed postures, and the mouth muttered to themselves, countless leaves formed by the vitality formed around him, rotating rapidly around the body, and the strong wind mixed with the leaves and gravel formed a vortex in the air, and the speed of the vortex became faster and faster, and the speed almost buried the figure of the flowing fire.

When Cang'er hadn't eased his spirits, when he was still immersed in the fantasy of treasure hunting, when he was just a little surprised. Thousands of Yuan Qi leaves shot forward like thousands of sharp flying knives, enveloping the entire battlefield in a cloud of sword light.

"Blade Storm... Wood spells..."A lone figure muttered to himself on the distant hills.

Drift Fire didn't die so easily, and when the wooden thorn shot at Drift Fire, Drift Fire thought it was going to die. But instead of piercing his body, the sturdy wooden spikes were blocked.

The one who blocked the wooden thorn was the ironwood core armor given to him by the master.

A hundred-year-old ironwood core, and an inner armor that took the master two years to make, how could it be broken by a small foot like Cang'er?

However, although the wooden spikes were blocked, the powerful impact also made the flow fire suffer.

Liuhuo kept crawling on the ground, slowly accumulating his strength, slowly waiting for the opportunity. At the same time, he was also slowly mobilizing the wood vitality in the iron and wood core.

Drifting Fire was so tired, the first few spells he cast had already seriously injured Driftfire's Divine Sense. And the wood vitality in the iron and wood core brings a huge counter-devouring power, that is, 'paralysis and sluggishness'.

Fighting back the urge to sleep, Flowing Fire struggled to get his muscles moving. The divine consciousness that has been injured several times has to resist the backlash of the vitality on the one hand, and on the other hand, it has to organize powerful spells.

Flowing fire painfully wants to give up.

But when Liuhuo saw Brother Zhongli kneeling on the ground, trembling all over. Liuhuo knew that he had no way out, and he had to fight for the sake of Zhongli's eldest brother.

"Without Brother Zhongli, I wouldn't have been able to find this place at all..."

"Brother Zhongli could have enjoyed wealth in Wengang City leisurely, but it was because of me that he was brought to danger..."

Flowing Fire finally stood up, his sore muscles not knowing how many had been strained, and the fishy sweetness in his mouth not knowing how many mouthfuls of blood had been swallowed.

When the Blade Storm was finished, the stray fire fell to the ground, unconscious.

The power of the blade storm was obvious, and the flash blades of the leaves pierced through the body of the man in black, ignoring the existence of flesh and bones.

The thorny cage that Cang'er hastily weaved, did not trap the enemy, but firmly enveloped and protected himself.

Countless leaves struck the cage densely, and the huge impact shook Cang'er in pain.

"Oh my mother... He's still dying..."

"Oh yes... I'll definitely run later, it's my grandson who doesn't run..."

Just as Cang'er was babbling nonsense, the lonely figure on the hillside in the distance laughed, and the laughter was full of pride and relief.

"If you don't use a magic weapon and forcibly condense your vitality here, you're not afraid that he will get hurt?" a voice came from behind, interrupting the laughter.

It was the Ninth Master who came, and the man standing in front of him was the man with a very bookish atmosphere.

"Blade Storm consumes a lot of vitality, and he should be affected by the power of the backlash. I'm wondering, what kind of magic weapon did Old Man Liu give this little guy? Haven't you ever refined it?"

"The old monster teaches a little monster" The middle-aged man smiled and said, "However, the strange one has a personality, I like it"

As the two men were talking, the Blade Storm finally stopped.

Cang'er felt that there was a quiet outside, and carefully opened a crack in the cage, just in time to find the flowing fire that was unconscious on the ground.

"Stinky boy, are you trying to lie to me again?" Cang Er guessed in his heart.

However, after waiting for a long time, the flowing fire still did not move, and Cang'er hesitated a little in his heart. After waiting for a while, Cang'er carefully removed the thorn cage, and the flowing fire still did not move.

Cang'er picked up a stone and threw it at the drifting fire, but the flowing fire still didn't move.

Now Cang'er was relieved, looked around, and found that he was the only one who could stand in the entire camp. The corpse of the man in black was scattered all around, poked by the blade. The stinky boy was lying on the ground and his life and death were unknown. The bearded man who was left on his knees had already been poisoned by the bones.

"Haha, now I'm the boss, let's see who else can stop me..."

"And me—" a voice came out.