Zhaoming soared into the air and landed in the center of the Colosseum. Today's battle is extraordinary, there is no such ring as in the past, the entire Colosseum is a battlefield, which means that it will be much fiercer. But this is not a big problem for him, every battle experienced in the Colosseum is a battle of life and death, and only one person can survive.

As always, the audience was full of witch onlookers, and there were five young witches standing in front of the seat where the high priest of the witch clan used to sit. They are all in the realm of Xuan Immortals, with an unruly face, and a powerful aura exudes on their bodies.

There was no need for much introduction, Zhao Ming already knew that this must be the outstanding disciple of the twelve families of the Wu clan, that is, the opponent he was going to fight today.

It was originally for the battle, and Zhaoming rose into the air like this, landing directly in the center, which was quite noisy, which made several Wu clan children more warlike for a while, and even brought a cruel smile.

"You're really not polite at all!" a smuscular man with a lot of golden scales on his shoulders and chest sneered. If this person hadn't appeared in this place where ordinary witches couldn't sit, I'm afraid it would be very easy for people to mistake it for a scaly demon clan.

A witch clan beside him smiled slightly: "I heard the high priest say that there is an extremely arrogant demon clan here, I was still a little suspicious, but when I saw it today, it was really so!"

This Wu clan is a little different from the ordinary Wu clan, although the body is also very tall, but it is not big, tall and thin, like a bamboo pole. And the skin is different from the bronze of the general Wu clan, very white, and even pale. Coupled with the skinny skinny, at first glance, there is a feeling of seeing skeletons.

"Ha Lu Ha!"

A Wu clan big man who was slightly shorter than the others and had a fairly well-proportioned physique laughed: "So what, there are more arrogant demon clans I have seen in my life, but there are not many strong ones." A few don't even know how they died at my hands. ”

"I can't count the demon clans killed, who cares about such a cheap slave. If it weren't for the High Priest's command, I wouldn't have bothered to come here. I'm not interested in how he died, but I do want to know at whose hands he will die. ”

It was a stout red-haired man who spoke, and when he spoke, it could be seen that his tongue was born like a flame. Fly up and down in your mouth. There are several strings of flames on the tips of the fingers, which are like docile little snakes, which is amazing. There is no doubt that this man must be a late-stage rookie who uses flames.

"If that's the case, then I'll leave it to me!"

As soon as the words fell, the witch with a large number of golden scales rose into the air and flew towards the middle of the Colosseum. When flying, he urged the true qi without hesitation, and fell like a giant peak. The qi dispersed, and a whirlwind rolled up.

Zhaoming was unmoved. Just looked at it indifferently. This is exactly what he wants, what he wants is the arrogant attitude of the other party. The two have different identities and different pressures, and the more arrogant the other party, the greater their chances of winning.

After landing on the ground, the witch clan with a large number of golden scales asked with contempt, "Are you the stubborn demon clan?"

"No!" Zhaoming shook his head: "Although it doesn't mean much to tell me the name, I still hope you can remember it clearly: my name is Zhaoming, not that I am stubborn." Because my ambition is to kill all the Wicans!"

"How ridiculous it is to kill all the witch clans!" the witch clan with a large number of golden scales laughed loudly: "Even the immortal king powerhouse would not dare to say such a thing. What can you do as a Xuan Immortal Demon Clan?

"Live for a day, kill for a day!" Zhao Ming said coldly: "As long as I am alive, it is only a matter of time before your Wu clan perishes. ”

"There won't be that time!" shouted the Wu Clan, who had a large number of golden scales, "Remember clearly, the person who killed you is called Tong Biaohu." ”

As soon as the words fell, his figure flashed, and he had already killed it with a huge fist. The fist flowed with a golden glow. It's extremely weird.

Needless to say, the battle begins immediately.

In the same realm, he is not afraid of anyone.

This thought has been circling in Zhaoming's mind for I don't know how many days, not because he is hiding his ears and stealing the bell, but because he is in such a place. You have to keep cheering yourself up and keep feeling like you can continue.

Whether it's a lie or not, some things are said too much, and when you hear too much, you feel that they have become the truth.

If you are not afraid of anyone, how can you be afraid of the other person? Seeing that the other party was swinging his fist to kill, Zhaoming also directly urged the Sun Fist to rush over.

One is like a golden soup, and the other is like the sun shining, and they hit together in the blink of an eye.

With a loud "boom", the qi waves were like a tide, and the vitality of heaven and earth rushed to the sky, and under the action of the true qi of the two people, it turned into countless golden fire rains and poured down.

With all his strength, the two did not separate, and the fists of the attack were glued together, each constantly urging the true qi to bombard the other party.

One is the body of golden soup, like an iron wall, and the other is the body of a mysterious weapon, which casts an immortal body with flame incineration. A simple force attack can't do much damage to either of them.

"Ahh

"The fifth level of the Golden Soup Technique, I didn't expect Tong Biaohu to practice it at such a young age!"

Twelve surnamed Wu clan, the copper family is forged by defense, and what they practice is the art of golden soup. The first four levels of this exercise are only for refining the body, and only when the fifth level can the golden soup qi be released into the body.

Except for some amazing and brilliant people, the ordinary witch clan of the Tong family had to reach the Golden Immortal Great Perfection realm in order to cultivate to the fifth level of the Golden Tang Technique. Now that Tong Biaohu is only in the Xuan Immortal Realm, he has already cultivated this exercise to the fifth level, which can be seen to be extraordinary.

The golden soup is rolling and surging, and once it is wrapped in it, the consequences are naturally unpredictable.

However, Zhao Ming didn't hurry to laugh when he saw it: "You idiot, you actually want to hurt me with the magic of gold, could it be that the old horseman of the high priest didn't tell you that I was playing with fire?"

After laughing, there was a sharp light in his eyes, urging the flame trick and the flame path pattern, only to see the rolling flames gushing out, rushing directly into the golden soup like a tide.

Although the art of Jin Tang generally comes from the exercises, it generally comes from the natural supernatural powers, but as Zhaoming said, it is the power of Jin Xing after all, and among the five elements, it is restrained by the power of fire, not to mention the flame of Zhaoming, which can be said to be unmatched among his peers.

The true fire of Samadhi is raging in the golden soup, as if the plough court sweeps the hole and sweeps the golden soup of the copper tiger, and it is impossible to form an army.

For a moment, the faces of all the witch clans watching the battle froze. Even though Huo Xing restrained Jin Xing, it was still a little difficult to accept that he could easily distinguish the high and low, and that Tong Biaohu was one of the strongest disciples of the fifth generation.

"Don't think that's going to win me!"

Tong Biaohu roared, and there were countless golden lights for a while, and then he saw that his body was wrapped in golden scales, leaving no gaps. (To be continued......)