A finger of sword light killed, and directly hit Zhaoming's chest.

This immortal clan is not weak, the Colosseum is like a screening sieve, the weak are constantly eliminated, and they have more or less some ability to survive, but unfortunately Zhaoming's physical body can no longer be described by simple theory.

There are gains and losses, and he suffers the pain of burning his body in the fire every day, making the strength of his physical body incomparable to that of the Wu clan in the realm. The higher the realm of the oven refining body Dafa, the more obvious the refining effect on the physical body.

A finger of sword light was pointed on his chest, and Zhaoming, who was hit, did not move, but it was the immortal's face that changed greatly, and then he snorted, and quickly retreated, and then saw that the two fingers that pinched the sword technique were already Yan zhòng deformed.

As a result, there was an immediate uproar.

"This guy's body doesn't seem to be simple!"

"took the initiative to attack, the other party didn't fight back, it was actually himself who was more seriously injured, and this immortal clan is really a waste. ”

What's more, he directly shouted loudly: "Monster, kill him, kill that waste!"

The face of the immortal clan seemed to be accustomed to such an atmosphere, and he recovered slightly, let his fingers recover, took a deep breath, and killed Zhaoming again.

As a captive, most of the people's weapons have been disarmed, and sword cultivators like him can only use themselves to make swords if they want to perform exercises.

True Qi surged wave after wave, and when he returned to his hand, he condensed a sword of True Qi, although it could not be compared with a real weapon, it was also quite impressive.

A move full of killing intent approached quickly, but Zhaoming didn't accept it calmly this time. Stepping on the pear immortal step, the figure flashed behind the immortal clan, and slapped out with a palm, the force was great, the flames contained in the palm, and the moment it was slapped, it was all released.

"Bang". With a crisp sound, the head of the immortal clan was directly smashed, and the flames were raging, burning the splattered flesh and blood.

The corpse fell to the ground, enveloped in flames, and within a moment it was reduced to ashes.

Watch as the dead fade away. Zhaoming doesn't feel guilty, he is not of the same clan, since he shot at himself, he is an enemy, an enemy, and he naturally deserves to die.

He just couldn't accept the other party's change at the moment, why was he like a docile rabbit in the face of the Wu Clan, and he didn't dare to show any impropriety, but faced himself who was also a captive. immediately became a general in battle, murderous.

The Immortal Clan is already like this, but what about the Demon Clan? Zhaoming suddenly felt an inexplicable fear, and a chill ran in his heart.

The more afraid of something, the more something came, and heard the sound of shackles falling to the ground, and a figure was thrown into the ring, a weasel demon.

Like the immortals, when in the air. The weasel demon was still a little dazed, and his face was expressionless. Can be landed. Immediately, his eyes were red and murderous.

Zhaoming was calm in his heart, this was not just a simple fear of death, but a complex and morbid thought.

In this cage that cannot be escaped, there is no difference between the immortal clan and the demon clan. In a bloody battle, in an atmosphere of despair and numbness. Everyone has lost the spirit of resistance, and subconsciously has begun to please the Wu clan, as if a group of fighting dogs are currying favor with their masters.

Seeing that the other party was about to make a move, Zhaoming shouted: "Stop, we are all demon clans." We should not kill each other. ”

It's just that this shouting didn't have half an effect, and the weasel demon killed it without the slightest hesitation, and shot fiercely and with murderous intent.

And the witches who watched the battle laughed.

"Sure enough, it's a newcomer, and he can still say such stupid things. ”

"Don't look at where you are, in the ring of life and death, is there still a difference between the same race?"

"A true warrior should kill all his opponents, regardless of one qiē!"

He thought that if he said this, his opponent would not make a move! Anyone who survived in this place knew that it would not do anything to make himself die faster with such an idea. ”

The ridicule and ridicule of the witch clan made Zhaoming's heart sink, and in the face of the crazy attack of the weasel demon, he still did not fight back. This is his own clan, even if he is facing his own life and death, it is only forced out, and Zhaoming can't treat him like an immortal.

It's just that his forbearance didn't have half an effect, but made the weasel demon completely give up defense and attack with all his might.

"Haha!" There was a burst of laughter, and a Wu clan from the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm walked to the high stone platform in the Colosseum, dressed in war paints, his eyes were like torches, and he looked at Zhaoming with a sneer: "What a naïve demon clan, do you think you can be useful like this?"

"The rules of the Colosseum, if the time is up, and the winner is not decided, both will die! ”

It has been nearly a thousand years since the establishment of the Colosseum, and such a mentality as Zhaoming has naturally appeared, how can the Wu clan have no way to deal with it.

There is no draw in the ring here, people have to die, either one or all together.

The words of the Taiyi Golden Immortal Witch Clan deeply stimulated the weasel demon and made him crazy. It's just that Zhaoming, who is also in the Xuan Immortal Realm, has too much strength beyond him, and he can't touch it at all when he steps on the pear immortal step.

At this moment, Zhaoming was also a little dazed and entangled. He didn't want to die, but he couldn't make up his mind to make a move.

The contradictory thoughts made him a little dazed and didn't know what to do.

For such a moment, it still didn't change, the weasel demon attacked, and Zhaoming blindly dodged.

This result made the Wu clan in the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm a little dissatisfied, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered: "Come on, throw five more demon clans for me!"

As soon as the words fell, a sound of iron falling to the ground was heard, and five more demon clans were thrown into the ring by the witch clan.

Although the ring was large, five more rushed up, and all of a sudden the weasel demon stopped attacking and became cautious.

The Taiyi Golden Immortal Wu Clan pointed at Zhaoming: "You six, kill him, you can live, and you won't be allowed to fight again for a year!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar, all the witch clans shouted, and the numb eyes of the six demon clans also became hot in an instant, and even their breathing became short.

If you kill the other party, you can not only live, but you will not have to fight for a year. For the captives living in this place, it is already an indescribable reward.

Zhaoming clenched his fists, and a sense of sadness arose in his heart, he hoped that his fellow clans in the ring would resist such a temptation, but the result was quite obvious, and it was completely opposite to what he thought.

"Kill!"

With a loud roar, the six demon clans joined forces to kill Zhaoming.

His nose was slightly sour, his eyes were a little moist, but Zhaoming still didn't fight back, and he hurriedly dodged with his feet.

That fast and strange body style makes it impossible to judge, even if the six demon clans join forces, they can't help him.

The Taiyi Golden Immortal Wu Clan sneered, and gave another loud order.

"Throw me another fifty demons!"

As soon as the words fell, a sound of iron falling to the ground sounded, and there was an endless stream. (To be continued......)