"Breakthrough, four seas of bitterness ...... the world"

The cave master of the sixth cave of the Spirit Mine, looking at Yamamoto Thirteen Lang, who was full of spirit and fighting spirit swept the sky, the corners of his mouth were bitter, and his heart was even colder, and there was no hope.

If it is said that opening up three seas of blood is the posture of Tianjiao, then the four seas of blood are the posture of the Holy Son!

The potential of the Holy Son level, how terrifying it is, not to mention anything else, in the Dao Academy alone, there are no less than a thousand Tianjiao, but what about the Holy Son of the Dao Academy? There are only five people.

Although Yamamoto Thirteen Lang at this time does not have the peak combat power of the Holy Son level, the talent potential of the Holy Son level alone can already ensure Yamamoto Thirteen Lang's status.

With such an amazing talent to enter the inner courtyard of the Daoist Academy, although this Yamamoto Thirteen Lang is not as strong as the outer disciples, the treatment is bound to be higher than that of the inner courtyard disciples, and even compared to the elite disciples, it is not bad at all.

After all, talent and potential are there, and they will inevitably be vigorously cultivated by the Daoist Academy.

However, some people also spoke, they didn't care about what happened to Yamamoto Juburo in the future, but they were very concerned about what to do with the barren sky at this time, after all, Yamamoto Jushiro opened his mouth to declare war.

"If you talk about three bitter seas, it is estimated that it will be a dragon and tiger fight, but now Yamamoto Thirteen Lang, who has four bitter seas, is really too strong, and there are few rivals in the same realm...... " A strong man shook his head and sighed.

"Nine times out of ten, he will retreat, after all, the realm is above the desolate sky, and it is reasonable for him to retreat, and the other ......"

One person saw it thoroughly, and said with a cold smile: "Even if he doesn't retreat, it is difficult for Yamamoto Thirteen Lang to dare to do it, this place is a Taoist courtyard, there are rules, and no one is allowed to be presumptuous!"

"Hey, that's right, when the time comes, the wilderness will really break through, and maybe it's going to be weak or strong......"

"Yes, after this day, the barren sky will definitely become the honor of the back mountain, this is undoubtedly a thing, after all, Yamamoto Thirteen Lang broke through, and he will soon go to the outer gate of the Taoist Academy to report!"

"Hmph, no matter how strong it is, the back mountain is about to fall into the hands of others, as long as the barren sky avoids its edge, it will definitely be the master of this place!"

All the registered disciples here, as well as those mine cave masters with extraordinary strength, were all staring at the battlefield in front of them and talking about it, and even Xing Yuan and Wang Chao glanced at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

By now, the battle has come to an end, and Yamamoto Thirteen, who has cultivated to a great realm higher than them, has the strength to be invincible here, but he has lost the opportunity to do it!

At this time, even if he has monstrous anger, he must be buried in his heart, as long as he dares to make a move, he doesn't need them to worry, the rules of the Daoist Academy will kill him, there is no other possibility!

It's just that everyone doesn't know Fang Tian too much......

Facing the fierce Yamamoto Thirteen Lang, Fang Tian smiled meaningfully, his steps were light, his head was held high, his face was indifferent, and he said loudly: "Could it be ......"

"You're really going to eat me?"

"Hmmm......"

I don't know why, obviously he has the strength to suppress everything, Yamamoto Shisanro is still shocked in his heart at this time, this feeling is amazing, even he doesn't know why he feels flustered.

It's just that when he came back to his senses, he suppressed the restlessness and sneered: "Why, isn't it possible that there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell for you to vote for?"

"Today you will die ......"

The corners of Fang Tian's mouth rose, and with Ying Ying's whispering, his body shot forward, and he slammed out, sweeping with a punch, shocking the Jedi, tragic and domineering!

“......”

Everyone was petrified on the spot, and no one thought that at this time, the most undesirable desolate sky would actually make a domineering move, even in the face of a terrifying powerhouse who successfully turned into a sea of bitterness, and it was a sea of bitterness, he still moved forward and walked with a blind eye.

After a few breaths, everyone couldn't move their feet, the blood boiled in their thin bodies, and their eyes became brighter and brighter.

Until this moment, many people have some understanding and understanding of the desolate sky, sometimes, retreat is a kind of poison, retreat without a fight, maybe it is difficult to reach the level of desolate sky in this life.

Even if the strength is reached, the heart is still unattainable!

"Look for death!"

After Yamamoto Shisanro broke through, he was really strong, the momentum was vertical and horizontal, and he was extremely eternal, the blood and qi between the strides and meteors were like dragons, his body and bones vibrate, and there were bursts of muffled thunder, even if he was far away, he could see it very clearly.

"Farmer three punches!"

The Forbidden Fist was unleashed, Fang Tian didn't know what this Forbidden Fist was called, but he knew that he could only cast three punches, so he unceremoniously named it: Farmer Three Punches.

Heaven and earth rumbled, like ten thousand horses galloping, Fang Tian tried his best, and smashed a punch directly on the blade of Yamamoto Thirteen.

"Bang!"

Under the stunned looks of the onlookers, the silver-bladed sword shifted away, Fang Tian's body paused slightly, his brows frowned, and his fist still kept smashing forward.

Just one blow, Yamamoto Shisanro changed color, as soon as the so-called expert shot, he knew if there was any, and the absurd sky punched out, so he changed color, even if he broke through the realm of Yunling, the opponent's combat power was still above him.

Passively, Yamamoto Shiburo punched to meet the attack, and the two retreated with a touch.

Fang Tian was calm and calm, on the other hand, Yamamoto Thirteen Lang had a fractured right arm, his face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beanbeads kept falling.

Under the blow, the verdict was made high and low, and the audience was in an uproar.

Yamamoto Thirteen's momentum was sluggish to the extreme, he naturally didn't know that Fang Tian's punch was his strongest means, Fang Tian's actual combat power, even if it was stronger than him, was very limited, and it was unpredictable to win or lose.

It's just that Yamamoto Shisanro doesn't seem to know this, he has suffered the biggest blow since he was a child, and the physical injury is secondary, especially the shadow in his heart, which has long been deep in the bone marrow.

As the pride of Yamamoto Thirteen, Yamamoto Thirteen is very conceited and confident, and he is confident that even if he is not the strongest person in the world, he should be one of the strongest people in the same realm.

Now that he was defeated by a punch from a monk who was even lower than his own realm, his conceit and his self-confidence were instantly devastated, and the whole person was depressed and very depressed.

Fang Tian looked at him coldly, and strode forward to kill.

"Give me death!"

Squinting his eyes, Yamamoto Jusharo is also an extremely crazy person, even if he loses the first battle, he still fights back at this time, his blade slips, and the silver-white edge is in the air, startling a long rainbow.

Fang Tian took a deep breath and went crazy, it was true, he had to admit that Yamamoto Thirteen Lang was a strong enemy.

It's a pity that it still doesn't work, after half a pillar of incense, the blade sword directly collapsed into several pieces under Fang Tian's pair of fists, and even half of Yamamoto Thirteen's body was swept by his fist and beaten to pieces.

The much-anticipated battle came to an end, and countless people were silent.

The battle stalemate lasted for half a pillar of incense, not short, but definitely not long, everyone felt that it was unreal, in such a time, a young man with the potential and talent of the Holy Son was pushed all the way and tasted miserable.

Moreover, this person still shot at a low realm, and still pushed the enemy, and everyone felt that it was unreal......