My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Several of their sects have been on good terms with Fengyun Sword Sect for generations, and they have a good personal relationship with Chen Wanqiao, so they are certainly no strangers to Kuxinya.

"It seems that Luoyun was stuck in a bottleneck before. He probably came to Kuxin Cliff for retreat to cultivate his mind and look for opportunities for breakthrough. He accidentally got injured like that." Elder Wu nodded and said.

"That's not right. This Kuxin Cliff is so desolate that it is difficult to find birds and beasts, let alone any monsters. Where did the monster that seriously injured Luoyun come from?" Sect Master Qiu said strangely.

"Ah... help..." As soon as he finished speaking, a shrill scream came from the valley ahead.

Everyone's expressions changed and they flew forward faster. Not long after, we arrived at the top of the valley.

In a valley lined with rocks, a young man covered in blood was running for his life. Behind him, a ferocious-looking monster was crawling in hot pursuit.

This demonic beast is covered with scales, has short and powerful limbs, and has a big mouth with sharp teeth intertwined. It is very similar to the beast soul that Gu Fenghua forced out of Shen Luoyun before. It is the seventh-level demonic beast, the Sky-Eating Crocodile, but it has a beast on its back. The row of spikes on its body, which is nearly a foot long, is completely different from the Sky-Swallowing Crocodile that everyone knows.

And its strength is obviously not as simple as a seventh-level monster.

The young man in front ran away desperately, with nine blue holy beads flashing between his eyebrows. He was obviously a ninth-grade Xuansheng. The Sky-Swallowing Crocodile was limited by his talent. No matter how strong he was, he could not reach the threshold of a seventh-order monster. Comparatively The human saint master is only at the sixth level of Xuansheng at most. How could he force a saint master of the ninth level of Xuansheng to be like this?

What's even more frightening is that its speed is far faster than the known Sky-Swallowing Crocodile. With the cultivation level of the young Saint Master Xuan Sheng Ninth Grade, he can't shake it away no matter what. As it chased closer and closer, the sky-swallowing crocodile kicked off its two hind legs fiercely, soared into the air and opened its bloody mouth toward the holy master in front!

The young holy master was covered in blood and was obviously seriously injured. How could he possibly block such a blow from the Sky-Swallowing Crocodile? What's more, this was no ordinary Sky-Swallowing Crocodile at all.

Hearing the sound of wind behind him, the young holy master suddenly looked back and saw the bloody mouth that could swallow him whole. He stumbled and fell to the ground in horror!

"The evil beast seeks death!" Seeing that this disciple was about to die under the giant mouth of the Sky-Swallowing Crocodile, Chen Wanqiao's swords were combined and he stabbed down.

He was originally a strong man of the fourth level of Heavenly Saint, but in anger, the power of this sword surpassed his own cultivation level, directly catching up with the fifth level of Heavenly Saint.

Although the Sky-Swallowing Crocodile had rock-like scales, how could it withstand Chen Wanqiao's angry attack. "Chi", the cold sword edge penetrated the body of the Sky-Swallowing Crocodile and pinned it to the ground. It raised its head and let out a miserable howl.

The life of his direct disciple was almost in danger, and the life of the disciple in front of him was also hanging by a thread. How could Chen Wanqiao be merciful when he was so angry? He clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and the holy energy of the fourth-grade Heavenly Sage poured into the body of the Sky-Swallowing Crocodile like a flood. "Bang bang bang bang..." A muffled sound came from its body, and blood clots continued to pour out of its mouth. It was obvious that its internal organs were shattered to pieces.

The Sky-Swallowing Crocodile collapsed weakly, and the ferocious light in its eyes gradually dissipated.

"Zhi'an, how are you?" Chen Wanqiao put away his sword and asked the young disciple with a worried look.

This person's name is Fang Zhian. Although his strength is inferior to that of Shen Luoyun, he is also a leader among the younger generation of Fengyun Sect.

"Sect master, be careful!" Fang Zhi'an was so frightened that he came to his senses only after hearing Chen Wanqiao's voice, but instead of answering his question, he shouted fiercely.