Death is not what you want, and killing is not what you want. Zhaoming was hesitant, and then he looked at the three sheep demons so scared that they were bloodless and could hardly stand, let alone take action.

When the time comes, he and the three sheep demons will die, but if he wants to save these three sheep demons, he will commit suicide.

Suicide, such a cowardly behavior, Zhaoming was not ashamed of. He thought for a while and finally made a decision.

He glanced at Meng Huai, then looked at the high priest beside him, and laughed: "It's ridiculous, ridiculous, it's so ridiculous!"

I kept shaking my head, as if I had seen the funniest thing in the world.

Such actions were too artificial, and they should be intentional inspiration. How could Meng Huai not see that his mind was uncommon? If he had not paid any attention to it on weekdays, but at this time the high priest was right beside him, so he naturally could not do so. He asked, "What's ridiculous?"

Zhaoming said loudly: "You witch clan claims to be the number one clan in the world, and repeatedly calls my demon clan a waste race. As I think, it's just a lip service, and it's just a singularity."

Meng Huai snorted coldly: "You should be yourself! You are already a prisoner, and I can control my destiny. It's ridiculous that you dare to make a big statement."

Zhaoming raised his hand, pointed at Meng Huai with a finger, and then pointed around the Colosseum: "I won't say that you will only rely on the strong to bully the weak, and bully the few. You claim to be the bravest in the world, want to kill me, but you dare not do it yourself. You only know that you use my fellow tribe to disturb my nature."

"Especially now, I have even done such a bad behavior. My three tribes are only in the tribulation period. Even if I stand still and ask them to kill me, they can't kill me. You do this just to force me to commit suicide."

"Hundreds of thousands of witch tribes, I don't even dare to fight me. I only know how to use such impolite behavior. How can I be called a warrior and a hero?"

"I'm just an ordinary demon clan, without the inheritance of the big clan and the bloodline of the prominent ones. I will stand here today and never retreat!"

He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "You are waiting for 100,000 cowards. Who dares to fight me Zhaoming?"

The sound was like a strong iron bone, and it fell to the ground with a clang. For a moment, it seemed like the roar of thunder, shocking the entire Colosseum, silently.

After a moment, the entire Colosseum was in full bloom.

"Just just use the little demon in the fire, I dare to make a big statement!"

"A lowly demon clan, just a slave, dares to insult my witch clan. Let me see if I don't crush you!"

"It's easy for my witch clan to destroy your demon clan, let alone kill you a mysterious fairy demon!"

The witch clan wanted to be brave and the best in the world. At this time, Zhao Ming said this, how could he sit still? It was just that there was a ban in the middle of the Colosseum and could not enter. In addition, Meng Huai and the High Priest did not say it, so they dared not take action easily.

Meng Huai's face was gloomy and uncertain. He didn't expect Zhaoming to come like this. If it was normal, he could naturally deal with it at will. But now the high priest was right beside him, so he had to think more.

While thinking, the high priest didn't say anything, but just watched quietly.

Seeing this, Zhaoming bit his teeth and made a fuss in his heart. Finally, he turned around and pointed at the high priest and said loudly: "Put the bear in a nest, it's true. High priest, do you remember whether my Zhaoming slap in the face is still loud?"

He has already made his promise. Instead of tangling between death and the dust of his mind, he might as well die vigorously, at least he can accept it than suicide.

What he said made the witch clan even more angry.

"Is my high priest of the witch clan that you, the nameless, have ever seen before!"

"You dare to slander the high priest of our clan, and you should cut it into pieces!"

Some people are ready to take action.

The high priest had no expression on his face and didn't know what he was thinking. After a moment, he finally spoke: "But some witch clans are willing to go out to fight and kill this demon!"

The people closest to God spoke, and there was still some hesitation. All the witch tribes immediately screamed, and the words "I Will" came one after another in the Colosseum, swearing to defend the glory of the high priest with the flesh and blood of Zhaoming.

Seeing that his subordinates were so forever, the high priest was not too slow: "My witch clan is a good man, but he is not a blind man. He should not suppress others with his realm, and he should not be arrogant. Children who exceed the realm of Golden Immortal are not allowed to take action."

"Master High Priest..." Seeing that the high priest really responded, Meng Huai wanted to say something.

The high priest waved his hand: "No need to say much, please make arrangements! Don't embarrass my witch clan!"

"Abide by the order!"

Meng Huai did not dare to say more, and then activated the ban again, pointing out a witch clan at the peak of Xuanxian and flew onto the arena.

Most of the witch clans have a hot temper, and this person is no exception. He rushed to the ring and killed Zhaoming without saying a word.

The wind danced wildly on his fist, like a divine dragon circling with a fierce momentum. This person is extremely powerful and his magical power is the wind. His physical body and magical power are not inferior to the rookie Lingya, Yuxian and others in the past.

No matter who the other party is, fighting for strength or physical strength at the same level, Zhaoming has never been afraid of anyone, even if the other party is a witch clan.

He shouted loudly, raised his hand and killed him with a sun fist. The wind blew away, and the sun shone, making the entire Colosseum look like a night market with bright lights.

When he heard a "bang" sound again, Zhaoming's fist had hit the chest of the witch clan.

The meridians in the body were twisted, making it difficult to control the movement of the true qi. The force emitted by this punch was indescribably terrifying. The witch clan only came and shouted with a rush that had been blown away from the ring.

The entire Colosseum suddenly became quiet. Many witch tribes knew and were quite familiar with the people who took action. They could be the first person to go to the stage by Meng Huaidian. Their strength and talent were naturally extraordinary. Unexpectedly, they could not survive a move.

Zhaoming stood long and stood motionless on the ring. It seemed elegant, but in fact, one arm was shaking slightly.

The witch clan's physical body is the best in the world, and it is not just a talk. The furnace body refining ** allows him to take advantage of it, and he can kill one thousand enemies and lose himself by himself. At this time, he himself is also not feeling well.

After a little breathing adjustment and dissolving the remaining force on his arm, Zhaoming laughed: "You are such a useless person, and you dare to insult him. There is really no one in your witch clan!"

The high priest still had no expression on his face, and seemed to have not seen it, or had already expected that it would be like this.

However, Meng Huai was not so calm. It was not that he could not lose, but he lost so simply that he would embarrass himself in front of the high priest. This was something he could not accept. He waved his hand and clicked a Golden Immortal Realm Witch Clan and passed through the ban and flew to the stone platform.

If the Golden Immortal takes action, it is certain to win, but it is naturally much easier to win.

Although this is suspected of bullying the small by bullying the big, it can only be like this.

Meng Huai let out a long sigh and looked at the high priest again, and couldn't help but be stunned.
Chapter completed!