Zhaoming soared into the air and landed in the center of the Colosseum. Today's battle is extraordinary. It is not as good as the ring in the past. The entire Colosseum is a battlefield, which means it will be much more intense. However, this is not a big problem for him. Every battle he experienced in the Colosseum is a battle of life and death, and only one person can survive.

As usual, the whole place was full of witch clans, and five young witch clans stood in front of the position where the witch clan's high priest was sitting. They were all in the Xuanxian realm, with a rebellious look on their faces and a powerful aura emitting.

Without further introduction, Zhaoming already knew that this must be an outstanding disciple of the twelve families of the Witch Clan, that is, the opponent he is going to fight today.

It was originally for the fight, but Zhao Ming rose into the air and landed directly in the center, which was quite a bit of a domineering place. For a time, the children of the witch clan were all more fighting spirit, and some of them had already brought cruel smiles.

"I'm really not polite at all!" A strong witch clan with his shoulders and a lot of golden scales on his chest sneered coldly. If this person hadn't appeared in this place where ordinary witch clans could not sit, he would probably be misunderstood as a scale-armored demon clan.

A witch clan beside him smiled slightly: "I heard from the high priest that there was an extremely arrogant demon clan here. I was a little suspicious. When I saw him today, it was indeed the case!"

This witch tribe is a little different from the ordinary witch tribe. Although it is also very tall, it is not big, tall and thin, like a bamboo pole. Moreover, its skin is different from the bronze color of the ordinary witch tribe. It is very white and even pale. In addition, it is skinny and bony, and at first glance, it feels like seeing a skeleton.

"Ha ha!"

A witch clan with a slightly smaller figure and a very well-proportioned body laughed: "So what? There are so many arrogant demons I have seen in my life, but not many are very strong. There are even a few who don't even know how to die in my hands."

"I can't count the demons who killed them. Who cares about such a low-slave? If it weren't for the High Priest's instructions, I wouldn't bother to come over. I'm not interested in how he died, but I want to know whose hands he would die."

The man who spoke was a strong red-haired man. When he spoke, he could see that his tongue was like a flame. He flew up and down in his mouth. There were several strings of flames sliding like a docile little snake, which was amazing. There was no doubt that this man must be a late-stage rookie who used flames.

"Since that's the case, let me leave it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the witch clan with a large number of golden scales rose into the air and flew towards the middle of the Colosseum. While flying, he activated his true energy without hesitation, falling down like a huge peak. The energy scattered everywhere, rolling up a whirlwind.

Zhaoming was unmoved. He just looked at it calmly. This happened to him. What he wanted was the other party's arrogant attitude. The two had different identities and the pressure they were carrying was also different. The more arrogant the other party, the greater the chance of winning.

After landing, the witch clan, who had a large number of golden scales, asked contemptuously: "Are you the stubborn demon clan?"

"No!" Zhaoming shook his head: "Although it doesn't mean much to tell the name, I still hope you can remember it clearly: My name is Zhaoming, and I am the one who is stubborn. Because my ambition is to kill all the witch clan!"

"How ridiculous it is to kill all the witch clans!" The witch clan, who had a large number of golden scales, laughed loudly: "Even the strong Immortal King, don't dare to say such things. What can you, the Xuanxian Demon Clan, do?

"Life for one day, kill for one day!" Zhaoming said coldly: "As long as I am still alive, it will only be a matter of time before your witch clan perishes."

"There won't be that time!" The witch clan, who had a large number of golden scales, shouted: "Remember it clearly, the person who killed you is called Tong Biaohu."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body flashed, and he waved his huge fist and came over. A light like golden soup flowed on his fist. It was extremely strange.

Without further ado, the battle begins immediately.

In the same state, you are not afraid of anyone.

This thought has been hovering in Zhaoming's mind for many days, not just to cover up his ears, but because in such a place, we must constantly cheer ourselves up and keep making ourselves feel that we can continue.

Whether it is a lie or not, some things that you say too much or listen too much will feel that they have become facts.

Since he was not afraid of anyone, how could he be afraid of the other party? Seeing that the other party was coming with his fist, Zhaoming also directly activated the Sun Fist and rushed over.

One flows like a golden soup, the other is like the sunshine, and it blasts together in the blink of an eye.

With a loud "boom", the air waves were like tide, and the vitality of heaven and earth soared into the sky. Under the influence of the two true qi, it turned into countless golden rains of fire and poured down.

With a full blow, the two did not separate. Their fists were stuck together, and they continued to activate their true energy to bombard the other party.

One is the body of Jin Tang, like a copper wall, and the other is the body of a mysterious weapon, which is made of an immortal body with a flame burning body. A simple force attack cannot cause too much damage to both of them.

"Ah!" Tong Biaohu shouted loudly, and a large amount of golden light surged from his body. He turned into a pool of golden soup and rushed towards Zhaoming.

"The fifth level of Jin Tang's technique, I didn't expect that Tong Biaohu could be mastered at such a young age!" The witch clan exclaimed.

The twelve witch clans, the Tong family, was built with defense, and they practiced the art of Jintang. The first four levels of this technique are just body refining, and only when they reach the fifth level can the energy of Jintang be released into their bodies.

In addition to some amazing people, the general witch clan of the Tong family had to reach the Great Perfection of the Golden Immortal to practice the fifth level of the Jin Tang Art. Now that Tong Biaohu is only in the Xuanxian Realm, he has already practiced this technique to the fifth level, which shows his extraordinaryness.

The golden soup rolls in and surging. Once it is wrapped in it, the consequences will naturally be unpredictable.

However, Zhao Ming smiled without rushing to see this: "You idiot, you actually want to hurt me with the magic of gold. Could it be that the old man from the high priest didn't tell you that I was playing with fire?"

After laughing, the sharp light in his eyes was a lifetime, urging the flame technique and the flame pattern. The rolling flames gushed out and rushed directly into the golden soup like tide.

Although the Jin Tang technique generally comes from martial arts and natural magical powers, as Zhaoming said, it is ultimately the power of gold. Among the five elements, it is controlled by the power of fire, not to mention Zhao Ming's flame, which is unparalleled among the peers.

The true fire of Samadhi was raging in the golden soup, just like pieting the acupoints to sweep the golden soup of Tong Biaohu, and it was defeated.

For a moment, all the witch tribes watching the battle froze. Even though Fire Xing restrained Jin Xing, it was still a bit difficult to accept that the Tong Biaohu was one of the strongest disciples of the fifth generation.

"Don't think this will beat me!"
Chapter completed!