Flowing Fire reached out and grabbed the rotten stone, the originally smooth and pure crystal edge, which had been polished miserably.

Liuhuo knew that this must have been just snatched by Hou Wen from the grinder.

"I am a rotten stone, and you have become a rotten stone..."

"How dazzling you are on Tianshan Island. Why did it become so miserable when it came to the sky..."

"And you, Flowing Fire, how majestic you are in Yongyang City... How come the Gate of Creation has become a pile of mud again..."

Liuhuo looked at the amethyst nucleus in his hand stupidly, and unconsciously muttered to himself.

Xiahou Blade clearly felt the strangeness of the flowing fire.

"Is he stupid? Maybe he's stupid, he's stupid to be tortured by pain..."

"He was still laughing... I was talking to myself there..."

"It's so weird, the fight must end as soon as possible..."

Xiahou Jian thought of doing it, and clasped his hands together in an afterimage, muttering silently in his mouth, and the nine-song wind chimes suddenly shone brightly.

A huge whirlwind suddenly rose from the ground in the ring and soared into the sky.

In the high-speed rotating hurricane, countless shiny blades emitted a strange white light, dancing with the wind.

And at this time, the fire is standing in the center of the hurricane, like a lamb to the slaughter.

The camp under the ring has been completely chaotic, because the area covered by the hurricane is so large that some of it has spread out of the edge of the ring. Those who got too close were almost nosed off by the high-speed spinning blade, and hurriedly stepped back.

"Open your eyes, is this the legendary 'Thousand Cuts'..."

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Xiahou's realm to improve so rapidly..."

"Such a powerful hurricane, it's really not easy to study wind spells to this level..."

"That is, it is estimated that in addition to the Hou family now, this Xiahou blade is the strongest who plays the wind system..."

The discussion of the crowd reached Xiahou Blade's ears word for word.

Xiahou Blade is very proud, very proud. Ten years of treasure hunting, ten years of retreat and training, in order to display the long-lost 'thousand cuts' tenacious endurance, how can he not be proud and proud.

Looking at the flowing fire in the hurricane, Xiahou Blade sighed lightly, "You are a respectable opponent, but you are still defeated..."

After saying that, the hurricane instantly pressed towards the flow of fire.

At this moment, everyone felt that the battle was over, and the fire was lost.

The hurricane rises, and the blades fall. The small figure of the flowing fire was completely drowned in the endless storm.

Hou Wen was already going crazy, and he hurriedly rushed to the ring to save the fire, but he was tightly hugged by four subordinates and couldn't move.

Li Feiyang's classic little eyes actually opened, staring at the situation in the ring without blinking.

The Jade Qilin's expression was gloomy, and he glanced at Li Feiyang lightly, as if he had already seen the collusion between Xiahou Blade and him.

Yun Shayue was still veiled, and no one could see her expression clearly, but in the unconscious sliding of her fingers, her vitality was constantly moving, and she should be sure that she was also trying to crack it.

But no matter what everyone's expressions are, it has become everyone's consensus that the fire is lost.

However, Creation was obviously playing a joke on everyone, and just as the waiter was about to announce the results, a change broke out in the ring.

Suddenly there was a blue light in the hurricane, and a violent crash sound came from it.

Shortly after the crash, a circular wall of ice suddenly stabbed out of the ring, more than two people tall.

The thick, solid circular wall of ice emitted a faint blue glow, and countless blades slashed across the ice wall, only to bring a burst of noise and a faint white mark.

A thousand cuts were blocked by the ice wall in this way, and they could not go any further.

Not only that, but not long after this ice wall was formed, another ice wall appeared, followed by a second, third, fourth...

Layers of circular ice walls are like annual rings in giant trees, growing rapidly from the center of the ring to all sides.

Each wall of ice grew taller and thicker. In this way, the raging hurricane was blocked and squeezed by the ice wall, and gradually lost its original majesty.

At this moment, everyone was stunned, even Master Tongxuan, who had been smiling calmly, became serious, and got up to pay attention to the great changes in the field.

Xiahou Blade was obviously panicked, he couldn't imagine how so many ice walls could appear, and shouted desperately.

"Cheating... It's cheating... Who's doing it in the shadows?"

The shouting clearly resonated, and everyone in the audience looked to the left and right, desperately trying to find the person who was secretly casting the spell.

Unfortunately, all the search was in vain, and the ice wall in the ring still grew tenaciously.

Until the end, in the unwillingness of Xiahou Blade, in his shout, the ice wall firmly sealed his entire body.

At that moment, everyone saw that Xiahou Blade was frozen in a crystal clear ice wall, and the anger and confusion on his face were frozen...

The ice wall has finally stopped growing, but the entire ring number three has also been swallowed by the ice wall. The outermost ice wall was two stories high, and it was already level with the Hall of Cool Breeze.

As for the flowing fire in the ring, it has long been wrapped in layers of ice walls, and no one knows about his situation.

The waiters were in a hurry and hurriedly organized people to break the ice and save people. It's a pity that the swordsman's attendants have nothing to do with these ice walls, and the sturdy ice axes fall down leaving only dots of white marks.

"Hurry up and organize the Fire Awakened to melt the ice...", the jade qilin on the stage shouted.

As soon as the words fell, countless magic weapons in the crowd exuded dazzling brilliance, and bursts of heat rushed to the ice.

The outermost Xiahou blade was the first to be saved, and at this time he was completely unconscious, and he was quickly sent out of the crowd for treatment.

The life and death of the stray fire are still unknown.

The people in the Cool Breeze Hall all gathered around Master Tongxuan, looking at the master suspiciously, hoping to get an answer.

It's a pity that Master Tongxuan's eyes were closed tightly and he didn't say a word.

There was chaos in the Hundred Flowers Society.

The current Liuhuo didn't know that the Hundred Flowers Society had completely fried the pot, and at this time he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the whole person entered a deep meditation.

The rotten stone was quietly suspended in front of his chest, and from time to time a trace of vitality overflowed, warming the body and mind of the flowing fire.

It turned out that this Dao Ice Wall Technique was not cheating by outsiders, it was completely a spell of flowing fire.

When Liuhuo took the magic weapon thrown by Hou Wen, the moment the magic weapon was started. A majestic aura of water surged towards the flowing fire.

At that moment, the fire was like a cold winter night, when the north wind was howling, suddenly found a hot spring and soaked in it. A warm current poured out from the bottom of my heart, and the vitality that had plagued the flow of fire for a long time, and the injured divine consciousness, all melted away quickly like snowflakes falling in the hot springs.

The magic weapon not only healed the wounds on Liuhuo's body, but also brought countless supplies of vitality to Liuhuo. Poor Flowing Fire had seen so much vitality there, and it was the vitality of water that didn't have any backlash.

The fire of this moment is like a beggar meeting a generous rich man, who gives him countless gold coins and shouts.

"Take the flowers, never want you to return..."

Poor boy, how can he ever be so extravagant. When a wall of ice appeared that was easily formed, Flowing Fire suddenly realized that the spell was not painful, but a kind of comfort that came out of his heart.

One, two, three, countless walls of ice were cast by the flowing fire, and he was like a child who had just gotten a new toy, playing with it tirelessly and unusually devoted.

Xiahou Jian is scolding the street? Don't listen, don't listen...

What's the noise of the people out there? No matter what...

At this time, the flowing fire cast a spell like venting, and the whole person was immersed in joy.

It wasn't until he was tired of playing and a little tired of playing that he sat on the ground, looked up at the small round blue sky above his head, and was stupidly happy.

With his back against the ice wall and looking up at the blue sky, the flowing fire actually fell into deep meditation.

The feeling of meditation is like a dream that is extremely clear.

In the dream, Liuhuo returns to his childhood, and sees his mother again, and the scene around him is constantly changing, sometimes it is a small grass house in Qiban Town, and sometimes it is a small lake outside Straw Village.

In the dream, there were scholars, hammers, and even the big yellow dog, and childhood friends and villagers changed like marquees. But the only constant is the figure of my mother...

Brother Zhongli also came, and brought such a large table of wine and food, but be careful when drinking with him, he likes to beat people, maybe give me another punch...

Hou Wen also came with the white bird, and he was really ashamed to hug it so tightly...

Liuhuo stood by his mother's side, introducing his friends to his mother one after another, and her mother just smiled and didn't say a word.

Hey, isn't this Cang'er? How did this guy come out and smile at me? And Bluebeard? Why did he come too?

Liuhuo hurriedly explained to his mother that these two were not my friends, and I would not know these bad friends if I listened to my mother.

Mom smiled, not angry at all. Mom opened her mouth to speak, but Flowing Fire didn't hear anything.

A man appeared next to my mother, a strange and familiar man. Liuhuo desperately wanted to see this man's face clearly, but he couldn't see it clearly.

Liuhuo only knew that this face was so familiar and so kind.

Mom desperately introduced to Liuhuo, and even a little angry, as if she was blaming Liuhuo for being ignorant.

Liuhuo was in a hurry and wanted to explain, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Just as Liuhuo was eagerly scratching his ears and cheeks, the man seemed to smile, gently raised his hand and stroked Liuhuo's head, and in an instant, a majestic force poured into Liuhuo's body.

At this moment, Liuhuo suddenly woke up and walked out of meditation.

It was Hou Wen's loud voice that woke up the fire, and it turned out that Hou Wen had already led people to melt a large section of the ice wall at this time.

The flowing fire passed through the pure ice wall, looking at the busy Hou Wen outside. The figure reflected by the ice is a little bizarre, Hou Wen will become a big fat man for a while, and a thin bamboo pole for a while, and the more he looks at the flowing fire, the funnier it becomes.

It wasn't until Hou Wen broke through the ice wall and saw the smirking fire that the monkey grinned and two tears rolled down from his eyes.

"My brother, why are you being beaten stupid..."After speaking, he picked up the flowing fire and groped up and down.

Just when Hou Wen was not ashamed to flow horse urine.

Thousands of miles away, in the vast mountains, a middle-aged man who was meditating suddenly woke up, and this person was none other than Lord Feng who had left the foggy port.

"My child, you finally opened it, and you really opened my bloodline seal and got the gift I gave you..."

"Forgive me, my father can't recognize you, he can only pay attention to you silently in this way..."

In the whisper, two lines of clear tears rolled down.