My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

The Third Grade Emperor Saint! The power of this sword definitely reaches the third level of Emperor Saint, and is even much stronger than the ordinary third level Emperor Saint.

No wonder Gu Fenghua had that reminder. Their joint sword was really powerful, very powerful. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, even the well-informed Lord Jun would not believe that a first-grade Emperor Saint and three ninth-grade Heavenly Saints could actually use such a sword together.

Putting away all his contempt and putting aside all his arrogance, Mo Qingqiu circulated the holy energy that had been suppressed to the second level of Emperor Saint to the extreme and condensed it in the palm of his hand.

"Boom!" An invisible shock wave centered on Mo Qingqiu and surged in all directions. The turbulent currents in the yard and the flying dust covered his figure.

"What a powerful sword!" Beside the courtyard wall, Qin Haofang and others were stunned.

Although he had known that Gu Fenghua and the others could jointly strike a powerful sword, they did not expect that as Gu Fenghua was promoted to Emperor Saint, the power of this sword would be so powerful.

Even Sect Leader Tang Shao, who had always been the most powerful person in the world, stared wide-eyed, opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. It was obvious that he was frightened by the joint sword attack of Gu Fenghua and others.

After a while, the dust and smoke dispersed, and Mo Qingqiu's figure appeared in front of him again.

"Senior Mo, are you okay?" Gu Fenghua asked worriedly.

"Hahahaha, what can happen to me?" Mo Qingqiu laughed a few times, held his head high, and said with a proud face, "You guys are really good at joining forces to strike a sword. Looking at Wuji Holy Heaven, there is probably no one at the same level. I can resist it, but if I want to hurt me, I still fall short."

"It's okay, it's okay." Seeing Mo Qingqiu's arrogant look, Gu Fenghua and the others let out a long sigh of relief.

The power of the sword just now surprised even them.

According to their original thinking, although Gu Fenghua was promoted to Emperor Saint, after all, Luo Enen and others were still in the realm of Heavenly Saint, which would inevitably drag her back. Even if the power of this sword was improved, it would not reach the level of Emperor Saint at most. He was only at the peak of the second level of Saint, but he never expected that he would reach the third level of Emperor Saint.

Mo Qingqiu, however, had suppressed his cultivation to the second level of Emperor Saint. This was a whole level difference. Even though they knew that he was an envoy of the emperor and was not comparable to ordinary strong men, several people could not help but worry about him. Now that I see that he is fine, I finally feel relieved.

"As expected of the Lord Envoy, he is so powerful at suppressing the second-grade Emperor Saint!" Looking at Mo Qingqiu's relaxed and proud smile, Luo Enen said with admiration.

"Nonsense, how can you become an envoy if you are not very powerful? Let alone suppressing him to the second level of Emperor Saint. Even if he suppresses him to the first level of Emperor Saint, we may never even think of hurting the Lord Envoy." Fatty Bai had a look of reverence on his face. of fascination.

"This is the real strong man. I don't know when we will be able to achieve such a level of cultivation." Ye Wuse also sighed with emotion.

Around him, Qin Haofang and others were so excited that their whole bodies were trembling, and they respected Lord Junshi like gods.

No one noticed that when Mo Qingqiu laughed loudly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: It's terrible. Where did these little guys learn such combined sword skills? It's really terrible!

Even though Mr. Junshi looked as if nothing had happened on the surface, there was Qi and blood in his chest and abdomen, and even the sea of ​​Qi in his meridians was aching faintly. It was obviously an internal injury, and a breath of turbid air was rushing back and forth in his chest. If it weren't for it, The laughter covered it up, and by the way he let out his turbid breath, and he was probably about to groan on the spot.

"Master, are you okay?" Qingfan vaguely noticed something was wrong and asked quietly.