A sword light came and hit Zhaoming in the chest directly.

This immortal clan is not weak, and the Colosseum is like a screening screen. The weak are constantly eliminated and have more or less capable of surviving. Unfortunately, Zhaoming's body is no longer described by a simple theory.

There are gains and losses, and he endured the pain of burning his body in the fire every day, which made his body strength even the witch clan at the realm unable to compare. The higher the realm of the furnace, the more obvious the tempering effect on the body.

A sword light was on his chest, and Zhaoming was hit and stopped moving. Instead, the face of the immortal tribe changed drastically. Then he groaned and quickly retreated. Then he saw that the two fingers that were pinching the sword technique had been seriously deformed.

Such a result immediately caused an uproar.

"This guy's body seems to be very difficult!"

"If you take the initiative to attack, the other party didn't fight back. He actually got hurt even more. This immortal clan is really a waste."

Someone even shouted loudly: "Monster, kill him, kill that waste!"

The immortals seemed to have become accustomed to this atmosphere, and they slightly recovered, let their fingers recover, took a deep breath, and then came to Zhaoming.

As a prisoner, most of the weapons have been removed. If a sword cultivator like him wants to perform his skills, he can only use himself as a sword.

The true energy surged wave after wave. When I returned to my hand, I condensed a sword of true energy. Although it could not be compared with the real weapon, it was quite considerable.

With a murderous move, Zhaoming quickly approached, but this time he did not accept it calmly. He stepped on the Pear Immortal Step, and his figure flashed behind the immortal clan. He slapped it with a palm, and his strength was extremely strong. The flames and palms were released at the moment he slapped it.

"Bang". With a crisp sound, the head of the immortal clan was directly shattered, and the flames burned the splashing flesh and blood.

The body fell to the ground, wrapped in flames, and turned into ashes within a moment.

Looking at the opponent who died and gradually disappeared, Zhaoming didn't feel guilty. He was not the same clan. Since he took action against him, he was the enemy. The enemy should naturally die.

At this moment, he just couldn't accept the other party's change. Why did he look like a docile rabbit when facing the witch clan, and dared not show any unruly behavior, but faced himself, who was also a captive, immediately became a general who went into battle, full of murderous aura.

The immortal clan is already like this, what about the demon clan? Zhaoming suddenly felt an inexplicable fear and felt cold in his heart.

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

Like the immortals, when in the air, the weasel demon was a little confused and expressionless. But after landing, his eyes were immediately red and murderous.

Zhaoming felt calm in his heart. This was not just a simple fear of death, but a complex and pathological idea.

In this inescapable cage, there is no difference between the immortals and the demons. In the bloody battle of killing and in the desperate and numb atmosphere, everyone has lost the desire to fight and subconsciously becomes accustomed to pleasing the witch clan, just like a group of fighting dogs trying to please the master.

Seeing that the other party was about to take action, Zhaoming shouted: "Stop, we are all demons. We should not kill each other."

But the loud shout was useless, and the weasel demon came over without any hesitation, and took action with harshness and murderous intent.

The witch tribes watching the battle laughed.

"It turns out that I am new, and I can still say such stupid words."

"I don't even look at where I am. Are there any differences between the same clan in the life and death arena?"

"A real warrior should kill all opponents, regardless of everything!"

"He thought that if he said this, his opponent would not take action! Those who survived this place knew that with such an idea, it would not have any effect to make himself die faster."

The witch clan's ridicule and ridicule made Zhao Ming's heart sank. Faced with the crazy attack of the weasel demon, he still did not fight back. This is his own tribe. Even if he faces his life and death, it was only forced out. Zhao Ming couldn't treat him like an immortal clan.

However, his tolerance had no effect, but instead made the weasel demon completely give up defense and attack with all his strength.

"Haha!" A burst of laughter, a witch clan in Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm walked to the high stone platform in the Colosseum, wearing battle patterns, and looking at Zhaoming with a sneer: "What a naive demon clan, do you think you can be useful in this way?"

"The rules of the Colosseum, if the time comes and the winner is not decided yet, both of them will die! There will be no difference in the result at that time, it will just take your own life in vain."

The establishment of the Colosseum has been around for nearly a thousand years, and a mentality like Zhaoming has naturally appeared. How could the witch clan have no way to deal with it?

There is no draw in the ring here, and people must be killed, either one or one or both.

The words of the Taiyi Golden Immortal Witch Clan deeply stimulated the weasel demon like a demon, making him crazy. However, Zhaoming, who is also in the Xuanxian Realm, has too much strength than him, and he can't touch the Pear Immortal Step at all.

Zhaoming was also a little confused and entangled at this moment. He didn't want to die, but he couldn't make up his mind to take action.

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

After a moment of this, there was no change. The weasel demon attacked and Zhaoming blindly dodged.

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

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sound of iron falling to the ground, and five more demon clans were thrown onto the ring by the witch clans.

Although the ring was very large, five more came up, which made the weasel demon stop the attack and become cautious.

The Taiyi Golden Immortal Witch Clan pointed at Zhaoming: "You six, you can survive by killing him, and you will not be allowed to fight within a year!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene was in an uproar, and all the witch tribes screamed. The numb eyes of the six demon tribes instantly became hot, and even their breathing became rapid.

Killing the other party not only allows you to survive, but also allows you to avoid fighting within a year. It is an indescribable reward for prisoners living in this place.

Zhaoming grabbed his fist and felt sad in his heart. He hoped that the fellow tribes on the ring could resist such temptation, but the result was quite obvious, which was completely opposite to what he thought.

"kill!"

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

His nose was slightly sour and his eyes were a little wet. Zhaoming still didn't fight back and quickly avoided his feet on the Pear Fairy Step.

The fast and weird body movement was unjustified, and even if the six demon races joined forces, they could not do anything to him.

The Taiyi Golden Immortal Witch Clan sneered and ordered again loudly.

"Do you throw fifty more demons up!"
Chapter completed!