My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

A group of Duan Yue Sect disciples stopped and each pulled out their long swords. A strange flush suddenly appeared on their tired faces. Under Zhen Fengliu's endless harassment, not only the sect leader, but also them were following. Pathologically excited.

"Don't be alarmed. Find a place to hide first. When he comes, we will kill him by surprise. Even if we risk our lives, we will keep him. If this is a major matter that affects the life and death of our Moon Breaking Sect, You must not be negligent, let alone slack off!" Zuo Hongan said with red eyes.

"Yes, Lord Sect Master." A group of Broken Moon Sect disciples said in a deep voice. Everyone's eyes were filled with indignation and determination.

After being tortured like this by Zhen Fengliu, and seeing a dozen of his fellow disciples and Elder He being seriously injured by his despicable methods, everyone hated him. They also knew that if Zhen Fengliu were allowed to continue their endless pursuit, the Broken Moon Sect would never have peace, and would even be destroyed step by step.

For themselves and for the sake of the sect, everyone is prepared to fight to the death with Zhen Fengliu, or even die together.

The group of people flew forward and quickly disappeared among the mountains and trees.

Although as the leader of a high-grade sect, it was a bit despicable and despicable to lead so many disciples to ambush and attack a middle-grade sect leader, but thinking about Zhen Fengliu's even more despicable methods, Zuo Hongan felt at ease.

Not long after, an old man wearing a black holy robe appeared on the rugged mountain road, running forward at lightning speed.

"Do it!" Although the clothes seemed to be a little different, the opponent was running too fast and the opportunity was fleeting. Seeing the big black robe, Zuo Hongan still gave the order immediately.

"Brush!" Dozens of Broken Moon Sect disciples rushed out from all directions, slashing at the man with their long swords at the same time.

Zuo Hong'an also roared angrily, rose into the air, passed over the crowd, and slapped the man's head with his palm.

They had long been prepared for a life-and-death fight, or even risking their lives. This time, everyone, including Zuo Hongan, tried their best.

"Who!" The man never dreamed that someone was setting up an ambush in front of him to attack him. He stopped suddenly and exclaimed when he saw this.

"Elder Hong!" Upon hearing his voice, a disciple of the Broken Moon Sect also exclaimed.

Although the man in front of him was also wearing a big black robe, he did not have a ruby ​​belt around his waist, nor did he have the signature cuckold on his head. He was not Zhen Fengliu at all, but Hong Yuanan, the elder of the Broken Moon Sect.

"Stop." Zuo Hongan shouted, changed direction temporarily, and struck to the side with a palm.

He heard a loud noise, and the boulder as tall as a person not far away was blown to pieces by him.

Knowing that they had admitted the wrong person, most of the other disciples of the Broken Moon Sect stopped their efforts in time and forcibly dispersed the holy energy they had accumulated for a long time, or changed their direction and attacked elsewhere. However, there were also more than a dozen disciples of the Broken Moon Sect who could not hold back their momentum, and they continued to attack for a long time. The sword still slashed towards Hong Yuanan.

"Drink!" As Zuo Hongan wished, Hong Yuanan was caught off guard. Facing the dozens of crisscrossing sword-light air nets, he didn't even have a chance to hide. He could only bite the bullet and shoot out with one palm. .

"Boom!" The turbulence surged, and the dozens of sword lights were shaken away by his palm. Hong Yuan'an himself took a few steps back and spit out a mouthful of blood.

If he were truly an enemy, with his strength and fighting these young people in a life-and-death fight, he might not be injured like this. But since he knew they were his own disciples, how could he dare to deal such a heavy blow? It would be strange for someone not to be injured.

"Poof", when Hong Yuanan retreated and vomited blood, the dozen or so disciples of the Broken Moon Sect were also shocked by his palm and retreated several times, spitting blood one after another.