In Fang Bai's mind, if the fourteen Hong-level powerhouses of the Purple Yan Sect did their best to fight with him, they might be able to cause some pressure on themselves, which would be very helpful for improving their realm cultivation and actual combat experience.

For many martial artists, pressure can be turned into motivation, and predicament can stimulate potential.

Some martial artists' realm cultivation can make a breakthrough under pressure.

Some wonderful exercises and martial arts are realized in difficult situations.

All along, Fang Bai wanted to find some evenly matched opponents, and fight happily and heartily, in the moment of life and death, comprehend martial arts, and improve his strength.

What made Fang Bai helpless was that none of the fourteen Hong-level martial artists of the Purple Flame Sect were willing to exert their all, which was clearly a contempt for themselves.

"If you don't want to give it your all, then I'll force you to do your best!"

Fang Bai's heart was spinning, and his body rotated at high speed like a spinning top.

In this circle, he threw fourteen punches like lightning.

The speed of his punch became faster and lightning, and there were hundreds of martial artists on the scene, but none of them could see his punch clearly.

Fang Bai's fourteen True Yuan blasted out, breaking through the air and cracking the qi, the power was terrifying, accompanied by the sound of tiger roar and thunder, and they respectively greeted the fourteen True Yuan blasted by the Hong-level powerhouses of the Purple Flame Sect.

The Tiger Roaring Thunder Fist, which was originally a low-level martial art, was exerted to the extreme in Fang Bai's hands at this moment, and burst out with amazing power.

Boom –

Twenty-eight True Elements collided violently in the air, making a dull loud noise almost at the same time.

On the stone platform, the light was dazzling for a while, the true yuan was agitated, and the powerful vitality shock wave formed by the twenty-eight true yuan was like a gust of wind blowing, overturning all the dozens of stone chairs on the stone platform.

The fourteen Purple Flame Sect Hong-level powerhouses around Fang Bai's body, under the impact of the Yuan Qi shock wave, retreated one after another, and barely stabilized when they reached the edge of the stone platform, without falling off the stone platform.

The hundreds of disciples of the major sects around the stone platform had to fly back again in order to avoid being injured by the shock wave.

Within a radius of ten zhang above and below the stone platform centered on Fang Bai and the fourteen Hong-level powerhouses of the Purple Flame Sect, there was not a single sect disciple watching.

After the earthquake, the vitality dissipated, and the scene fell into a dead silence.

The hundreds of martial artists below the stone platform stared at Fang Bai and the others above the stone platform with wide eyes, and the shock in their hearts had reached the point of no return.

They didn't expect that Fang Bai would actually withstand the combined attack of fourteen Purple Flame Sect Hong-level powerhouses with his own strength, and he would also have the upper hand.

Zu Tiangang himself is a Hong-level consummation realm, plus the other thirteen Hong-level powerhouses, the strength of the combined hands, only the Celestial-level powerhouses can compete with them.

This Fang Bai's strength has reached the realm of the Celestial Level, which is really incredible!

Of course, the most shocking thing at the scene was none other than the fourteen Purple Yan Sect Hong-level powerhouses such as Zu Tiangang.

Zu Tiangang and the others, although they didn't use all their strength in this attack, they could all see that when Fang Bai fought back just now, they were just doing it casually, and they didn't seem to be doing it with all their strength either.

Originally, Zu Tiangang and the others thought that they had formed the strongest attack camp in the history of the Purple Flame Sect and could easily kill Fang Bai, but now it seemed that it was really difficult to predict who would die in this battle.

If the fourteen Hong-level powerhouses of the Purple Flame Sect of the dignified Three-Rank Sect were defeated by a core disciple of the Four-Rank Sect, it would become the biggest joke in the history of the Thousand Lakes Country, and Zu Tiangang and the others would also lose their reputation and lose face.

"The opponent's strength is strong, don't take the enemy lightly!

Zu Tiangang's eyes were full of essence, and he shouted violently.

Zu Tiangang knew that today's battle would determine the life and death of these high-ranking members of the Purple Yan Sect, as well as the rise and fall of the Purple Yan Sect.

If they win, they will not only be able to kill Fang Bai, a potential threat, but also deter dozens of sects on the scene, making those sects even more awe-inspiring and surrendering, and the Purple Flame Sect will become stronger and stronger.

If they are defeated, Fang Bai will definitely not let them go, and once they die, the Purple Yan Sect will inevitably decline, and maybe it will be swallowed up by the Bitao Martial Academy.

At that time, these high-level sinners of the Purple Flame Sect will be the sinners of the Sect of Destruction through the ages, and even if they die, they will be ridiculed and infamy.

Thinking of this, Zu Tiangang shuddered.

So he was ruthless, even if he stimulated his physical potential and left serious sequelae, he would kill Fang Bai.

In Zu Tiangang's loud shouts, thirteen Purple Flame Sect Hong-level powerhouses swept away and stood behind him, lined up as a long snake, each with their palms pressed against the back of the person in front.

The so-called "Snake Array" is a secret technique created by the ancestor of the Purple Yan Sect to join forces and attack together, which can gather all the true elements of the thirteen high-level members of the Purple Flame Sect into the body of the sect master, and then send out an attack, the power is equivalent to the full force of the primary-level powerhouse of the Celestial level.

It's just that although the snake array is powerful, it is extremely costly for the true element, and usually it can only send out three consecutive blows, and then the martial artist who formed the formation will run out of true yuan.

Even if all the martial artists in the formation activated their physical potential, they could only increase the chance of attacking one more time.

Therefore, until the moment of danger when the sect encountered a catastrophe, Zu Tiangang, as the sect master, would never use the great array of this town sect.

In order to kill Fang Bai and prevent the Purple Yan Sect from sinking, a group of high-ranking members of the Purple Yan Sect led by Zu Tiangang decided to fight.

"Even the snake array was actually put out, which showed how much pressure that Fang Bai brought to Zu Tiangang and the others. Zu Tiangang and the others seem to be ready to work hard!"

Han Xingyu, the elder of the Xuannu Sect, who was forced to the edge of the stone platform by the powerful True Yuan released by Fang Bai and the others, stared at Fang Bai and Zu Tiangang and the others on the field, his expression was complicated, and he muttered to himself.

In Han Xingyu's opinion, Fang Bai should be a primary-level powerhouse, and the high-level members of the Purple Flame Sect who formed a snake formation were not weaker than Fang Bai's attack power, and the battle between the two sides might be unprecedentedly tragic, and the most likely result would be a defeat for both sides.

Zu Tiangang and the others were not afraid of losing both, because this was the headquarters of the Purple Yan Sect, and there were nearly 10,000 disciples of the Purple Flame Sect, and their strength was still not to be underestimated, and Fang Bai, who was also injured, was afraid that he would be besieged by the disciples of the Purple Flame Sect and fall.

"Fang Bai is young and has unlimited potential, it would be a pity if he fell here!"

Han Xingyu said secretly in his heart.

"Elder Han, if Fang Bai is in danger, please help him!"

Zhuge Lian, who stood in the distance below the stone platform, said to Han Xingyu with the method of condensing line and transmitting sound.

"Xiao Lian, it's not that I don't help, but I alone can't do anything at all! After all, the Ziyan Sect is a third-grade sect with a rich heritage, even if Zu Tiangang and the others fall in this battle, but in a short period of time, the Ziyan Sect is still the largest sect in the Thousand Lakes Country. Therefore, no matter what happens, you must not act rashly, and do everything according to my orders!"

Han Xingyu also responded to Zhuge Lian with the method of condensing the line and transmitting sound, and when he said the last sentence, his tone was unprecedentedly stern.