Xiangzhe took action and began to use witchcraft, which surprised Zhaoming.

The witch clan takes the surname as its clan, and there are countless large and small clans, which are difficult to calculate, but if we use another method to distinguish, there are only two types: war witches and magic witches.

The so-called witch, as the name suggests, is the witch clan who uses witchcraft. Although they have cultivated true energy, they are not very strong. They use another kind of power whether they fight or practice: witch power.

The direct combat power of a single witchcraft is not very strong, but if multiple witchcraft can be used at the same time, it will greatly improve oneself and suppress the opponent's battle to a great extent. Especially once you cooperate with the war witch, the effect of joining forces is more than just one plus one equals two.

The witch has a high status in the witch clan, but because of the extremely harsh cultivation conditions, the number is less than one-tenth.

Other witch tribes except witches are all war witches. War witches use their own magical powers and powerful true energy to fight with strong bodies. Because they are famous for their wars, they are called war witches.

Because the power of witches and war witches practice is different, the decaying old man once said that there can be said that there is no witch clan in the world who is both war witches and war witches.

However, Xiangzhe in front of him broke the decadent old man's words and actually used witchcraft as a war witch.

This is definitely not good news for him. Zhaoming's heart sank and began to activate his own strength as much as possible. Yangming Technique and Tiger Roaring Heavenly Achievement complement each other, and the degree of the true qi has been increased by four or five times.

But even so, he was still not sure. God knows how strong his combat power is for a witch clan that combines war witches and magic witches.

He applied all the auxiliary witchcraft that was helpful to the battle on himself. Xiangzhe then said to Zhaoming: "Even if you die at my hands today, it is not unfair. The witch clan who can practice the ability of war witches and witches at the same time is the only one in the world. Not to mention that there is no future, but it is indeed unprecedented."

He was extremely confident in his words. He almost ordered Zhaoming to surrender directly.

"Xiangzhe, Xiangzhe!"

In the first move, the difference in strength between the two was directly separated. Perhaps the difference was not particularly large, but it was an indisputable fact that Xiangzhe won a half-stage. Now that he saw him using witchcraft again, those who watched the battle were naturally excited.

Meng Huai couldn't help but nodded as he looked. Xiangzhe's parents were one of the third-generation strongest disciples of the Xiang family, and the other was the third-generation strongest disciples of the Liu family, no doubt about it.

It is not uncommon for the two to give birth to children who are suitable for practicing witchcraft or water-based magical powers, but they gave birth to a child who understands water-based magical powers and can practice witchcraft for the first time.

Such strange things are invisible in the world, and it is precisely because of this that the high priest of the witch clan will favor him and enjoy all the best treatments that the witch clan can provide from childhood to adulthood.

"I don't know how special you are. I only know that even if your great Pangu comes, in my eyes, you are just an opponent. You die, and I die."

As soon as the words were finished, the flames began to condense and wrap around his body, as if a real dragon protected his body. He dragged a small sun on his left and right hands, dazzling and dazzling.

"Dare to insult the great god Pangu, seeking death!"

At this time, Xiangzhe's face changed, and murderous aura rolled out in his eyes. With a loud shout, the energy of heaven and earth rolled in. It was like a roar of strong wind, hovering in the Colosseum. After a moment, Zhaoming was shocked, and the energy of heaven and earth actually condensed into liquid, turning into a real tide of anger, covering the entire Colosseum.

The fire-swallowing demon is born with fear of water. Although Zhaoming has overcome many psychological effects, he still has some indescribable disgust for water, and even lingering fear.

Looking at Zhaoming, Xiangzhe said slowly, "Water is good and gentle, which makes many people think it is docile. Today I will let you see what the water will look like after madness! The roar of the sea!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped the water covering the Colosseum with his palm, as if he had pinched a board on a soft cotton cloth, and pulled out a ball of water from the water and held it in his hand.

However, in one breath, something surprising happened. The water in Xiangzhe's hands began to beat regularly, thumping, thumping, like the heart.

"Roar, the sea!"

Xiangzhe shouted lightly, his palm tightened, and then he directly slapped the heart of the water back into the water.

"Ao!"

In an instant, the water in the entire Colosseum changed, becoming more crazy and terrifying, and even made waves of sounds like roaring beasts.

"boom!"

A loud bang, like the collapse of mountains, was pouring out overwhelming tides towards Zhaoming.

He did not dare to hesitate at all, and Zhaoming transformed into two flames, entangled with each other, galloping like two fire dragons, trying to sweep out a space of his own by himself.

Unfortunately, among the five elements, water flow restrains fire flow, and Xiangzhe is not much weaker. The two fire dragons tried their best and persisted for only half a moment before being overwhelmed by the craze.

"ah!"

Zhaoming shouted loudly, and a sun fist blasted out, intending to open up a world.

The power of the flame was like a hurricane sweeping wildly, forcing a piece of space, but it finally couldn't last long and was flooded by a frenzy in the blink of an eye.

Drunk in the water, my instinct makes Zhaoming struggle wildly, but how can it be useful? Xiangzhe's move turned the Colosseum into a bowl with its backwards on the ground, with all the water inside it and nowhere to escape.

The water controlled by Xiangzhe is not just about submerging. The sea roars, turning the sky and earth. Following the waves, the terrifying energy contained in it surges in waves, wrapping Zhaoming tightly, as if six iron walls are constantly compressing.

Just like his previous method of imprisoning Meng Diao, Xiangzhe has used it to deal with him at this moment, and he is even more domineering and has no chance to dodge.

Xiangzhe did not intend to stop there. He kept pinching the magic tricks with his hands, and all the water flow began to transform, forming swords and swords, circling and sweeping in the water, with the only target Zhaoming.

What's even more terrifying is that the water flowing around his body turns into extremely fine needles, like drill bits, drilling into Zhaoming's body from every part of his body.

"ah!"

Even though Zhaoming had amazing patience, he could not control himself and let out a scream.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a large stream of water flowed into his mouth. It was not just choking, but the water flowed like a knife or a sword, cutting along his throat. How could the relatively tender internal organs resist such destruction? It immediately made him feel the pain of almost the collapse of will.

It was so painful that he couldn't bear it. Zhaoming wanted to instinctively scream again, but reason suppressed this thought, closed his lips tightly, and let the venting power surge in his body, bulging his mouth.

The power of the water flow in the body was dissolving with the true qi, and it took a long time to stop. The blood gushed out of the wounds in the body rushed into the mouth, and then overflowed uncontrollably from the corner of the mouth. The water was red, which was shocking.

"The wrath of water is solemn for thousands of mountains!"

At this time, Xiangzhe shouted again and began to activate another technique.

The water flow tumbling and becomes thicker. It used to turn into liquid state, but now it feels like liquid state turns into solid state. In the surging process, it is not only solidification, but also compressed and constantly concentrated together.

Eight changes are four, four changes are two, two changes are one, the volume remains unchanged, but the weight increases at an astonishing rate. The empty space in the Colosseum is immediately replenished by new water liquid transformed from the heaven and earth's essence.

This is a magical power similar to the condensed and compressed water of Zhaoming flames, which is solemnly steeping thousands of mountains, making every drop of water around Zhaoming as heavy as a mountain.

It felt like I was carrying thousands of mountains. Even though Zhaoming had a strong body, he was miserable and felt a sense of confusion when he was suppressed.

"Xiangzhe, Xiangzhe!" For a moment, the entire Colosseum was boiling.

Xiangzhe's strength made the haze of losing five games in a row swept away. All the witch tribes began to cheer, and some witch tribes shouted loudly: "Kill him, kill him!"

The threat of death and the witch clan's shouting did not make Zhaoming furious, but instead made him gradually calm down.

If you can't die here, you will definitely find a way to fight.

It is naturally a way to sacrifice the twelve-grade fire lotus. No matter how strong Xiangzhe is, he cannot resist it, but he is afraid that he will be affected. Moreover, the ban has not been opened, and revealing the twelve-grade fire lotus in advance is equivalent to seeking death.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and suddenly I remembered the flower of the flame pattern that I had used.

The power of magic is indescribable, and it consumes not only one's true energy, but also one's mental power. Therefore, this move cannot last long. At this time, it is difficult for one's body to move. Even if it is used, it is afraid it will be difficult to hurt Xiangzhe.

However, thinking about the process of condensing the Taoist flower, Zhaoming was shocked and he was worried.

According to general rules, the power of the fierce flame Taoist pattern and the Yuanhuo Taoist pattern is not worth mentioning before the earth flame Taoist pattern, but after interacting with each other, it greatly enhances the power of the earth flame Taoist pattern.

This is true for Taoist patterns, will the flame itself be the same?

This thought made Zhaoming not think too much, and immediately did his best to start condensing flames all over his body. First, it was the strongest Samadhi True Fire. Although the power of the water flow rapidly melted the power of Samadhi True Fire, it was still difficult to completely extinguish it.

After the Samadhi True Fire, there is Earth Flame, followed by the Immortal Fire, Fierce Flame, Yuan Fire, and several flames, which gradually merged together under the erosion of the water flow.

While surging, although the Samadhi True Fire still looked like it, the aura was much more terrifying. What surprised Zhaoming even more was that the color of the flame had also changed a lot, and there was also some gray light in addition to the red.

He didn't care so much, but Zhao Ming was just surprised to find that the flame could indeed compete with the water flow around his body, and was no longer as vulnerable as the pure Samadhi True Fire before.

Condensing and compressing, the flames around the body are becoming more and more, like the flower of Taoist pattern. This flame also consumes mental power to a great extent, but it is far less than that of the flower of Taoist pattern. At least your mental power is enough to persist.

Under the endless pressure, Zhaoming did his best. When he felt that his body and consciousness had reached the verge of collapse, he finally burst out all the condensed flames.

"boom!"

A round of sun with gray light appeared in the Colosseum, forcibly supporting a world in the tide.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!