"I know your weakness!"

Zhaoming looked at Bai Ming and said confidently.

He was very glad that he took the risk and used both sides to escape from the predicament. The big explosion just now not only successfully resolved the predicament, but also made him discover the shortcomings of the other party's martial arts.

It is undeniable that the spinal technique is very powerful, but unfortunately, there are shortcomings in the end. Moreover, both of them have recovered by about 80% before they stand up. It seems to be half a pound, but it has already shown that the other party lacks confidence.

The recovery of 80% is not because he is afraid of the other party, but because even if he wins the other party, he still has several battles, and Bai Ming is just worried that he will not recover enough, and he is no longer Zhaoming's opponent.

Since the other party no longer has the will to win, it depends on yourself.

Zhaoming thought so, but Bai Ming didn't think so. Instead, he laughed: "I'll see if you know what my weakness is!"

Zhaoming smiled slightly, wiped away the blood from his face with one hand, flashed, stepped on his foot and flew, waved his sun fist and took the initiative to kill Bai Ming.

A careless move made the other party take the lead and almost died. The same thing would not happen again this time.

Bai Ming did not dodge or avoid, and the bone blade broke through the air, and the speed was extremely fast.

The battle between the two seemed to have returned to the beginning, but when the distance was close to a certain level, Zhaoming suddenly changed his move, loosened his fist, pinched it into a sword finger, tearing the air and whistling it.

The sun fist shone brightly, almost blocking vision. By the time Bai Ming felt it, it was too late.

What surprised him even more was that Zhaoming's offensive trajectory was also very staggered, no longer a fight, but was preparing to trade life for life and lose both sides.

At this time, he changed his moves, but he missed the opportunity. Bai Ming's moves were inconvenient, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Zhaoming's sword finger directly penetrated Bai Ming's abdomen, sank into his entire fist, and the bone blade was inserted into his chest, almost penetrated through it.

Blood dripped from Zhaoming's chest. Bai Ming seemed to be nothing, and the fist-sized wound on his abdomen had no effect on him.

"Haha!" Bai Ming laughed wildly: "You are very smart and discovered the shortcomings of my Bai family's spinal arts. Yes, there is no bone in the abdomen, which is the weakness of our martial arts, so our family's fighting styles are all based on attack as defense. Unfortunately, you underestimate my Bai family too much. Naturally, there are ways to make up for such weaknesses."

At this time, his entire chest collapsed, but his abdomen bulged. He looked very strange.

The spinal art is to cultivate bones. On the one hand, the skills are not enough, and on the other hand, it is for combat. Therefore, its skin and flesh defense is relatively poor, and even the average witch clan is not as good as the ordinary witch clan. However, they have family-born skills, and the recovery ability of the skin and flesh practice is amazing, and can be destroyed at will and healed quickly.

The abdomen has no bones. It has become the weak point of their family's passing on skills, but the Bai family has already had a way to deal with it. Just like in front of them, they instantly moved the bones of the chest and condensed into a bone shield in the abdomen, easily blocking Zhaoming's attack.

With this move, he was almost harmless, but Zhaoming was injured even more severely. He missed the opportunity.

Amid the laughter, Bai Ming hoped to see Zhao Ming's angry look, but unfortunately he was disappointed. Zhao Ming had no regrets at all, but smiled and said, "Do you think I didn't expect it? Although the bones are strong, it's a pity that the flesh is too poor. I believe that the five internal organs and meridians in your body will not be very strong. Before, you turned the bones all over your body into a shield to resist the damage of the explosion. If the explosion appears in your body, you don't know how you are going to resist."

"What?" Bai Ming was stunned, and then his face changed drastically. He wanted to retreat, but how could he have time?

"Ah!" Zhao Ming shouted loudly, and the fire-attributed true qi seemed to burst into the dam and rushed in. Regardless of the subsequent battle, he directly poured most of the true qi in his body into his body through the hand that was sinking into the other party's abdomen.

"No!" Bai Ming was shocked, struggled for several years, and finally spit out Zhaoming's fist and retreated quickly.

"It's too late!" Zhaoming smiled slightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a dull explosion and remembered that when he saw a lot of holes appearing on Bai Ming's body, flames and flesh surging out. He seemed to be twitching in the void, and rushed to the Colosseum with a thump.

"Wow!"

A large mouthful of blood was spit out, his eyes turned white, and he lost consciousness directly.

For a moment, the entire Colosseum was silent. No one expected that Bai Ming, who had an absolute advantage before, was reversed by someone in an instant and was directly defeated.

With a deep breath, Zhaoming did not continue to pursue because he knew that he could not kill Bai Ming, but instead looked at Meng Huai with a provocative gaze.

There was no laughing wildly, but a simple smile. But it was the faint smile that made Meng Huai's passionate blood surge into his head, and he wished he could come to the scene and kill him. At this moment, he even regretted it. He should have wiped out this thorn-headed demon clan long ago, so there wouldn't be so many things at this moment.

After the condition in his body stabilized, Zhaoming then spoke: "Sorry, I won again. I don't know if it's time for you to come down in person."

Such provocation caused a slander to be verbally yelled. Then a figure flashed and appeared in the Colosseum in an instant. It was the witch clan who looked extremely uniform in size and was called Mengyu.

Looking at Zhaoming, Meng Diao smiled faintly: "My name is Meng Diao, and I am the fifth generation disciple of the Meng family. I am very happy that you can survive until now, but this time you won't be so lucky."

"I heard this for the third time, I just hope you can last longer this time!"

Zhaoming said lightly, with a look of disdain, but his heart was tight. The witch clan in front of him was definitely not simple, and it would definitely be more difficult than the previous two.

The twelve surnames of the Witch Clan are known for their speed. Meng Diao is so fast that even he almost caught no traces. Once the war begins, the speed may be faster.

The way of martial arts is invincible, and it is impossible to break without attacking, and it is only fast that cannot be broken. However, Zhaoming has the support of his belief in winning, so he will not be shaken at all, nor will he be afraid.

The speed is great, and if you miss the initiative, you will be unable to become an enemy. Zhaoming didn't think too much. As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed over with his foot on the Pear Fairy Step. With his hand, he burst out the Sun Fist with the Sun, and at the same time activated the flame pattern. In conjunction with the Flame Art, he used the fire thunder technique to slash at Meng Diao overwhelmed under the cover of the light.

Facing Zhaoming's killing move, Meng Diao looked disdainful and said lightly: "You are very strong, but unfortunately, it's still too slow! How can you hurt me with such a speed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly disappeared. Zhaoming felt a shock in his heart and immediately felt a severe pain coming from his back. When he looked back, he saw a black shadow flashing and he couldn't see clearly. Before he could react, he felt a severe pain coming from his back again, and the same part of his body was hit again.

The opponent is not only fast, but also has accurate techniques. He knows that his body is tough. He chooses the same place to attack every time, intending to accumulate damage and crack his body defense.

He didn't dare to look back, Zhaoming swept his fist directly, intending to grab the other party's body in a pre-judgment manner. Unfortunately, this idea was too naive and he had never touched the corner of his clothes, and he felt that the same part of his back was attacked again.

Zhaoming felt something was wrong. He tried his best to activate the Lixian Strategy. While dodging, he also wanted to chase the opponent's speed. But it was useless. The rapid speed of the Lixian Strategy had become a joke in front of the opponent's speed. No matter how he defended, it was always useless. He could only be helplessly attacked the same part by the opponent again and again.

Every attack is simple, without surging true energy, and without terrible movements. It just pours all the power into a little, cooperates with rapidity, has amazing penetration, and the effect is also quite terrifying. Even Zhaoming's mysterious weapon body feels unsupportable.

"Haha!" Meng Diao laughed, only hearing the sound but not seeing the person. He felt an indescribable illusion: "With your strength, you still want to kill all my witch clans. It's a fool, I see how long you can last."

If everything is firm and unbreakable, if this continues, there will be a time to lose.

Zhaoming's heart moved and immediately condensed the flames to transform the virtual into reality, and transformed a flame shield behind him.

With a "puff" sound, it seemed as if the cloth was broken, and then the same part behind it was hurt again. Even though it was resolved, it could not solve the substantial problem and was still injured by Mengyu.

"I have a good idea, but unfortunately your flame-turning shield can't stop me!" Meng Diao laughed, as if he was deliberately showing off, and stopped in front of Zhaoming. At this time, he held a cone-like thing in each hand, and used this object to attack Zhaoming.

"Okay, kill him, kill him!" Many witch tribes began to shout loudly again, excited.

Meng Huai also smiled faintly. Meng Diao was a child of the Meng family and his junior. Today, both the Bai family and the Tong family have been defeated. If Meng Diao wins, it will naturally be a glorious thing.

Blood begins to seep from the spine, and the spine feels about to break. Even though the recovery is extraordinary, it is still not enough.

The flame shield was useless, but it still made Zhaoming have an idea. He immediately flashed a red light under his feet, stepped on the Pear Immortal Step and quickly retreated, and in an instant he retreated to the edge of the Colosseum. He leaned against the ban, looked at the direction of Meng Diao, and focused his mind.

The ban is not only useful to the demon clan and the immortal clan, and even the witch clan cannot enter and exit at will. Meng Diao wants to attack the back again, unless he opens the ban and runs out, but Meng Huai will never allow such a thing to happen.

"Coward, coward!"

Zhaoming's actions made all the witch tribes curse.

Meng Huai shouted loudly: "Meng Diao, kill him!"

"As for orders, uncle!" Meng Diao laughed and flew slowly towards Zhaoming, both of which seemed to intend to create a certain oppressive momentum, which would wipe out the shame of the defeat of the same clan before.

Zhaoming held his breath and focused his mind, trying to calm himself down. He leaned against the restriction, which was just a temporary solution and could not achieve the effect of cutting off the firewood from the bottom of the pot. He was still no match. He could not keep up with the opponent's speed, even if he used the Tiger Roaring Heavenly Achievement, it would be useless to double the effect of the true qi.

When I was really helpless, I suddenly saw a little red light on the weapon in the other party's hand. It was left behind after the flame shield turned into reality and was defeated.
Chapter completed!