My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

It's a long story, but it's actually just a sword effort. In the blink of an eye, the young saint has already passed through the gate of hell. If the others hesitated a little, or if the will of the person who made the last shot wavered a little, he would definitely die.

No wonder they can persist until now! Seeing the tacit cooperation of several people and the trust in each other's lives, even Gu Fenghua and others were deeply moved.

After saving their companions, they flew back without hesitation in tacit understanding. It's a pity that the monster giant lizard finally caught up with them, so how could it be willing to give up the delicious food that was already in its mouth?

Amidst the roar, the demon king lizard stood up halfway, its two powerful hind legs quickly stepped across the ground, and its sharp front claws swung towards the holy master in front of it like a storm.

Those saint masters were all wounded, and they had spent a lot of holy energy in order to save their companions. They couldn't shake it off at all, so they could only run away while frantically swiping their swords and slashing back.

It can be seen that their sword skills are different, but they are as ingenious as the previous holy master. They slashed several times in succession, and the long sword in their hands was still unscathed. However, this kind of sword skill also consumes a lot of holy energy. Soon, several of them were sweating profusely, and blood oozes from the corners of their mouths. It was obvious that their internal organs were still injured by the powerful counter-shock force.

They were already injured, but after receiving such severe injuries, their footsteps became slower and slower, and the power of their swords became weaker and weaker.

A tall and straight young saint with long black hair fluttering in the wind gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed towards the Demon King Lizard.

"Brother!" The other holy masters stopped and shouted at the same time.

"Let's all go!" The young saint teacher sternly shouted.

The others did not leave, but turned around at the same time, wanting to fight side by side with him, but their fingers gripping the hilt of their swords were trembling constantly, and the broken jaws were dripping with blood.

"Let's go, without you, I still have a chance to survive!" The young saint roared angrily.

The others hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around and rushed out. Even though they knew that what the senior brother said was right, given their current situation, not only would they not be able to help, but would only become a burden to them. Without them, he would still have a chance to survive, but they still couldn't help but burst into tears. Because the so-called chance is so slim.

Holding the sword in both hands, the young saint slowly raised his head high, and the strong wind rolled up his long hair, making his tall and straight figure look so tragic.

"Kill!" The long sword finally cut out.

The eyes of the long-haired youth are so determined, yet so bleak. In fact, his situation at this time is not as optimistic as others seem. In order to protect his companions, he does his best every time he makes a move, and his holy energy is almost completely exhausted. It can be said that he is at the end of his battle.

He knew very well that after this sword, he had no chance to swing the second sword again, and he didn't even have the strength to escape. In other words, there was only one result waiting for him: death!

All along, he thought that his will was strong enough, but until this moment, he didn't know that he would be so desperate.

"One sword, shocking the world!" At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the ear.

A soft and beautiful figure that once made him hate to the bone came into view.

Gu Fenghua is not a nosy person, in this dangerous nether sand sea, many times even she herself is walking on eggshells, let alone being nosy, but seeing the never-ending friendship of these holy teachers, seeing the youth She still couldn't help but make a move against the sage's unruly determination and pathos.