Having an idea in his mind, looking at Meng Diao slowly approaching, a fire flashed under Zhaoming's feet, and suddenly accelerated and rushed towards him. He raised his hand and punched a sun fist, with great momentum.

"Sneaking is a good way, but unfortunately, how can a snail attack the swift eagle?"

As he chuckled, Meng Diao's figure flashed, and he could easily dodge it, and then he did not forget to return the color on Zhaoming's back.

His own speed and the power behind him were very fast, and he stopped directly in the middle of the Colosseum.

Turning around, Zhaoming laughed without anger: "You are wrong. I am not a snail, but a spider, a spider that can only hunt eagles. If you no longer have room to move, I don't know what other effect your speed talent can do."

"Let me no longer have room to move? I have a good idea, I don't know what you are going to do!" Meng Diao laughed, not caring about it at all.

Zhaoming sent a thunder pill and a thunder pill into his mouth, shouted loudly, and quickly activated the Tiger Roaring Sky Technique, causing the true qi in his body to burn like boiling oil.

"ah!"

With a loud shout, the flames gushed out from Zhaoming like a tide and spread quickly around. At the same time, the flame condensed with both hands and turned into a continuous flame rope, which was enough for ten thousand meters. Then the flame pattern was activated, and the condensation method of transforming the virtual into reality turned the flame rope into a flame stick.

Holding his hands tightly, flames spewed out from both sides of his body, using the Pear Immortal Step to make himself circle quickly.

Meng Diao was stunned. Zhaoming's actions made him a little shocked. Before he could figure it out, he was alert in his heart for a lifetime. He quickly dodged away. A long stick of flame passed by, causing him to sweat in a cold sweat.

Zhaoming circled. The flame stick also circled with him. Every time he turned around, the other end of the flame stick had to move tens of thousands of meters. In the rapid circling, a large part of the flame stick was moving at a terrible speed, which was difficult for even the eagle to compare.

Moreover, the rotation of the plate was irregular, and even Zhaoming himself didn't know where he would hit, Meng Diao didn't know even more.

In amazement, I felt a pain on my face and my body was hit directly by the flame stick.

A muffled groan, like a kite flying far away, and before the second stick was pulled, it soared into the air, its figure moved and flashed rapidly.

However, Zhaoming's long flame stick danced too fast, and he was pulled again after moving for a moment. The force was not small, and the long flame stick was directly removed. The flames flew. Meng Diao also had a serious burn mark on his body, which was scratched from his right shoulder to his left hip.

The broken flames surged on the long stick of fire and had recovered in an instant.

"Sure enough, the smarter the farther the place, the faster the speed, the better!" Meng Huai on the stone platform suddenly praised.

This sudden praise made Meng Diao, who had just recovered, frowned slightly, and thought a little. Then he seemed to have thought of something, and rushed towards Zhaoming without saying a word.

The Meng family is good at speed. Although the defense is better than that of the ordinary witch clan, it is relatively less than that of the Tong family and the Bai family. Zhaoming controls the flames, especially after the flame stick appears, he chooses to avoid it and dare not welcome it easily.

This will make mistakes, which will make you exhausted. At this moment, Meng Huai seemed to praise Zhaoming, but in fact he reminded him that the closer he is to Zhaoming, the slower the movement of the flame stick, and he will capture the king first. Instead of defending passively, it is better to defeat Zhaoming directly.

"Zhaoming, your move is useless to me!" Meng Diao shouted loudly and approached Zhaoming.

Zhaoming laughed without rushing and shouted: "You are here to come."

While turning before, the flames behind it flashed rapidly, and the sky and the ground were covered with flames in a radius of 1,000 meters.

Hearing Zhaoming's laughter, Meng Diao's heart sank, feeling something was wrong, and he immediately stopped, but before he could make any move, he suddenly saw flames pouring overwhelming from all directions, and in an instant, they had surrounded the two of them tightly.

"Do you think you can defeat me with such a flame? Innocence!" Meng Diao shouted loudly and wanted to break through the trap.

He punched out, but was surprised to find that he returned without success. Although he broke through a large amount of flames, there was no way out after the flames.

Zhaoming snorted coldly: "The eagle with its wings broken off, I don't know if it's still wrong. Let's see if I'll try to put shackles on you today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the flame stick in his hand shattered, making the flame even stronger. He then quickly condensed at a speed beyond his imagination, turning into real, gaseous, and liquid until it became solid, as if six walls were blocked, and the treasure cover was still shrinking.

Condensing the virtual and solidify it, using the means of condensed flame shackles to condense the flame prison, is just right at this moment.

After breaking through, Zhaoming flew out quickly. The moment he rushed out, he turned around without hesitation and punched him.

With a "bang", it hit Meng Diao who was following behind him and was about to escape. Although the speed was fast, it was said that he was fighting hard, but how could he compare with Zhaoming?

Only a muffled groan was heard, Meng Diao was directly shot back into the six walls of fire, the exit disappeared, and there was nowhere to escape.

"Fire Prison!"

Zhaoming clasped his hands together and activated the flame pattern to transform the flame into solidity to the extreme. The six fire walls quickly contracted and condensed into one piece in the blink of an eye, as if a piece of flame armor completely wrapped the Mengcheng.

"ah!"

The howling of pain came from the armor, shrill and dull. The flame armor not only imprisoned his actions, but also kept burning against him, and the pain of burns was unspeakable.

"The speedy eagle is over!" Zhao Ming laughed and slapped it with a palm.

Just as he was about to hit the slap, he saw a flower in front of him. Meng Diao disappeared out of thin air, letting him hit the sky with one palm.

"We... admit defeat in this game!" Meng Huai said with a gloomy face, holding a man in his hand, which was Meng Diao.

If Zhaoming slapped his palm, Meng Diao would be seriously injured even if he was not dead, and might even leave hidden diseases. He had no choice but to save Meng Diao himself.

"Okay!" Zhaoming didn't care, stood with his hands behind his back, smiling.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang. Meng Huai's hand suddenly exploded. He heard his scream again, fainting and unconscious.

The flame condenses into a solid state, which also has the effect of compression, and it is extremely compressed. At this time, Zhaoming cancels control and naturally explodes.

"Zhaoming!" Meng Huai was furious. He was a Taiyi Jinxian, but he was careless and actually injured his juniors. His face was really a shame.

"Do you want to kill me?" Zhaoming smiled, with a relaxed look on his face, but his heart was extremely nervous.

Meng Huai's fist was thumping, and he finally endured it.

"I'll do this game!" The dark witch clan slowly flew into the Colosseum with a serious face.

Before he could settle down, he heard someone say, "I want this head!"
Chapter completed!