My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"That's not necessary. What if I can't hold back and hurt you?" Mo Dajun said cautiously, stroking his long beard with his hand.

"Yes, yes, don't be so troublesome. Others are the emperor's envoys. They are very powerful. Fenghua, aren't you looking down on others by saying this? If he goes back on his word, people will laugh to death if word spreads. Hurry up and do it. Don't waste time. ." Tang Junhou said impatiently.

He was still waiting to watch the fun, so he had no time to listen to their chatter.

"..." Mo Qingqiu was originally going to be reserved and get off the donkey immediately, but this time, Tang Junhou choked and couldn't say a word.

"Yes, then let's do it, Lord Jun, please." After hearing what Tang Junhou said, Gu Fenghua also felt that it was not good for Lord Jun to go back on his words. If word spread, it would only ruin his reputation, so he stopped insisting. , raised the sword.

Well, now, your last chance to get off the road is gone.

"Your Majesty, please!" Luo Enen and others also said in unison.

This time, several people no longer held back, they all used the holy energy to the extreme, and their spiritual thoughts were all integrated into this sword. Although he hasn't taken action yet, his momentum is obviously stronger than before. Even Qin Haofang and others who retreated far away from the wall felt great pressure and their breathing was slightly stagnant.

Mo Qingqiu's face still maintained the indifferent smile that a top powerhouse should have, and his eyes looking at Gu Fenghua and others were filled with the praise and appreciation that an elder should have, but the hands behind his back were trembling slightly.

I regret it. For the first time in many years, Lord Jun has regretted it.

If he had known that a few people joining forces with one sword was so terrifying, he should not have suppressed his cultivation to the second level of Emperor Saint, nor should he pretend to be an expert when Gu Fenghua took the initiative to ask him to let go of the restriction and improve his cultivation. Being reserved, isn’t this a matter of saving face and suffering?

However, what he regretted most was not this, but another thing. Lord Jun's gaze turned to Tang Junhou again, full of regret: Why didn't you make up your mind earlier and slap this talkative monkey to death, slap to death, slap to death, slap to death, hard...

"One sword, break the sky!"

"Jiutian, Phantom Thunder!"

"Beidou, Ba Tian!"

"Holy Soul, Tianpo!"

Mo Dajunzhao had no time to kill Tang Junhou, because at the next moment, Gu Fenghua and the others struck out again with concentrated swords. Previously, for fear of accidentally injuring Mo Qingqiu, several people still had reservations. But this time, out of respect for the Lord Envoy, they gave their best and had no reservations.

The four sword lights completely converged and merged, causing the color of the world to change.

Third level Emperor Saint, the pinnacle! Feeling the powerful power of this sword, Mo Qingqiu's eyelids jumped a few times, and he felt like crying without tears.

Don't forget, his current suppressive cultivation level is only the second level of Emperor Saint. No matter how strong he was originally, how could he block the powerful sword of the third-grade Emperor Saint when he was suppressed like this?

If he is facing other envoys, he can take a few steps back to temporarily avoid their attack. Anyway, they are both envoys, and their strength and status are inherently between Zhongbo. Each has its own strengths in swordsmanship, saintly law, let alone temporarily avoiding the edge. Well, even if you lose, it's not a shame. But what he is facing now is just a girl who has just been promoted to Emperor Saint, plus three juniors who have not even reached the level of Emperor Saint, and they are talking big words in front of them, so how can they have the nerve to back down?

Gritting his teeth, Mo Qingqiu raised his palm and slapped it hard.

There was another loud bang, sand and stones flew in the yard, and Mo Qingqiu's figure disappeared among them again.