In the minds of Zu Tiangang and the others, they concentrated the punch of all the True Yuan power of the fourteen people, even if they couldn't kill Fang Bai, they could still make him suffer heavy losses and lose his combat power.

However, what they didn't expect was that Fang Bai actually took their punch, although he looked a little embarrassed, it didn't seem to be a big deal.

Such a result is obviously not what Zu Tiangang and the others wanted, and while they were disappointed, they also had more fears about Fang Bai's strength.

Being able to block the combined blows of the fourteen of them showed that Fang Bai had the strength of a primary-level powerhouse.

If Fang Bai didn't die, it would become a nightmare for all the disciples of their Purple Flame Sect.

When Zu Tiangang and the others were shocked, Fang Bai's counterattack suddenly came.

A ball of fire, the size of a football and containing powerful energy, broke away from Fang Bai's fist and swept up a rolling heat wave, like a fire-based beast that sprang out of the desolate world, pounced on Zu Tiangang and the others, as if to devour them in one bite.

The power of Fang Bai's Furious Flame Fist was much more powerful than the punch that Zu Tiangang and the others formed into a snake formation.

The fire vitality condensed by him with the Nine Turns True Fire Technique is pure and rich, the flame temperature is higher, and the destructive power is stronger, bombarding the body of ordinary martial artists, even if he has the True Yuan Protector, he can't stand it.

Zhu Hongyan, the elder of the Purple Flame Sect just now, was an example, because of the sneak attack on Fang Bai, he was killed by Fang Bai's punch, and his body was roasted into charcoal by the scorching fire energy.

At this moment, in the eyes of the hundreds of disciples of the major sects who retreated to the distance of the stone platform, when Fang Bai's angry flame fist burst out, it was as if he had plucked the scorching sun from the sky, and then smashed it towards Zu Tiangang and the others, just that monstrous heat wave made people frightened and did not dare to stop it.

Just now, Zu Tiangang and the other fourteen people joined forces to repel Fang Bai, making Fang Bai suffer a small loss.

And now Fang Bai's counterattack, Zu Tiangang and the other fourteen people join forces, can they catch it?

Everyone will be waiting to see.

Everyone understands that Fang Bai's punch is likely to be a turning point in today's battle.

If Zu Tiangang and the others can take it, the two sides can continue to fight again, and it is not yet known who will kill the deer.

If he couldn't take it, Fang Bai's attacks would be endless, and Zu Tiangang and the others would fall into a dangerous situation.

Zu Tiangang and others know this.

"This son is powerful, unbeatable!"

Facing the furious flame fist that Fang Bai bombarded, feeling the terrifying high temperature and destructive power contained in it, Zu Tiangang and the thirteen Purple Flame Sect Hong-level martial artists behind him all had a little fear in their hearts, and they had the idea of temporarily avoiding its edge.

However, at this moment, Fang Bai's coercion enveloped the entire stone platform, and Zu Tiangang and the others felt as if they were in a quagmire, with their strength was not enough to get rid of this restraint, so their movement speed slowed down a lot, and it was too late to dodge.

The dazzling fire vitality came in an instant, and the scorching heat seemed to tear apart the true essence of Zu Tiangang and the others, making their skin faintly painful.

In desperation, Zu Tiangang and the others had no choice but to bite the bullet to receive Fang Bai's punch.

"Together, kill this son!"

Zu Tiangang shouted loudly, his eyes widened with anger, his robe swayed, and his hair was messy and flying, instantly raising Zhenyuan to the limit, looking like an angry lion.

The thirteen Purple Flame Sect Hong-level powerhouses behind Zu Tiangang all had solemn faces and serious expressions, and once again passed the True Yuan into his body.

"Hey!"

Zu Tiangang let out a roar from his mouth, and the fists that were tightly hugged together were raised high above his head, and then slammed down, and a ball of fire vitality burst out from the end of his fist, catching up with the angry flame fist that had already hit a foot in front of him.

If the punch just now, the fourteen Purple Flame Sect Hong-level martial artists led by Zu Tiangang were just doing their best, then with this punch, they had raised the True Yuan to the limit, and the punch was even more powerful and more powerful.

Boom –

The sound of Zhenyuan's impact sounded again, deafening, and everyone at the scene trembled in their hearts.

The dozens of stone chairs that had been overturned on the edge of the stone platform flew into the air like leaves under the frantically diffusing True Yuan shock wave, and then fell with a bang and shattered.

In an instant, the stone chips on the stone platform splashed, the smoke and dust were filled, and the figures of Fang Bai, Zu Tiangang and others became blurred.

Immediately, a muffled grunt was heard coming from the smoke and dust, and it was clear that someone was injured.

But who was injured, the disciples of the major sects who had retreated to the distance of the stone platform, there was no way to know for a while, so they could only stare wide-eyed and star.

The people who were most concerned about the victory or defeat of the two sides in the duel were undoubtedly the disciples of the Bitao Martial Academy and the disciples of the Ziyan Sect, because this duel could change their fate, and even decide their life and death.

A gust of wind blew, the stone chips and smoke quickly dispersed, and the scene on the stone platform once again appeared in the eyes of the disciples of the major sects.

"How is this possible!"

After seeing the scene on the stone platform, everyone's hearts were amazed.

At this moment, there was a mess on the stone platform, and only two of the fifteen strong men in the duel were standing, and the remaining thirteen people were all sitting on the ground.

The two people standing were Fang Bai and Zu Tiangang.

Fang Bai frowned slightly, shook his head with a wry smile, and said something to himself, as if he was dissatisfied with the results of his punch.

Zu Tiangang's fists drooped, his body trembled, blood continued to overflow from his mouth and nose, and he looked at Fang Bai's eyes with a bit of fear.

It could be seen from Zu Tiangang's weak and messy martial aura that this time in the collision with Fang Bai, he was not lightly injured, and his combat strength was greatly damaged.

As for the thirteen Purple Flame Sect Hong-level powerhouses behind Zu Tiangang, the situation was much more tragic.

The hair and clothes of each of them had ceased to exist under the high temperature of Fang Bai's flame fist, and the skin on their bodies was burned in many places, dripping with blood, and they looked shocking.

Their eyes were dull, their spirits were sluggish, and their martial aura was extremely weak, and they had almost lost their combat power.

In this battle, Fang Bai won completely.

"God bless Bitao Martial Academy...... God bless Bitao Martial Arts Academy......"

In the distance of the stone platform, Ge Feng, who was standing in front of several disciples of the Bitao Martial Academy, stared at Fang Bai on the stone platform, muttering to himself, his voice trembled, and unconsciously, tears had blurred his eyes.

The defeat of Zu Tiangang and the others heralded the beginning of the decline of the Purple Yan Sect, and the Bitao Martial Academy, which had Fang Bai in charge, would inevitably rise rapidly.

As for the dozens of other sects present, they were shocked by Fang Bai, who would dare to compete with them?

Defeating the Ziyan Sect and becoming the number one sect in the Thousand Lakes Country, this is the wish of the disciples of the Bitao Martial Academy for thousands of years, and now it is finally expected to come true, how can it not make Ge Feng so excited that he burst into tears?

"This son is only in his twenties, and he is already a powerhouse at the heavenly level, which can be compared with those second-grade and even first-grade sects. In the future, he will be assisted by a large number of cultivation resources from the Purple Flame Sect, and with diligent cultivation, in another twenty years, it will be possible to advance to the level of a universe-level powerhouse. At that time, he will be able to squeeze into the ranks of the top powerhouses in the True Martial Realm!"

Xuannu Sect Elder Han Xingyu was also looking at Fang Bai on the stone platform, his eyes flashing, and his heart was full of admiration.

(End of chapter)