My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Although Ye Langlong's mental skills are powerful, he can quickly heal his injuries at the expense of his cultivation and longevity, and there is a limit. If he uses a few more swords, he may not even be able to save his life, let alone his cultivation.

Yunyuan City was still in chaos, and the people were running away in all directions, rushing towards the four city gates. At this time, they didn't know that the city defense formation had been activated, and even if they rushed to the city gate, they would be dead ends.

Gu Fenghua's face had never been more solemn. The city-protecting formation was no different from the sect-protecting formation. Its profoundness and mystery were not comparable to ordinary formations. Even with her formation strength, it would never be possible for a while. Break open. Using the self-destruction formation is the most direct and effective way, but it also takes time. As for the people in the city, what they lack most at this time is time.

In this moment, streaks of blood shot up into the sky again, and hundreds or even thousands of people were slaughtered and fell into a pool of blood.

"Everyone, stand back." Mo Qingqiu shouted in a deep voice, and slowly drew out the long sword.

The sword light floats and sprinkles a puddle of autumn water, giving people a sense of calmness like a mountain.

"What a sword!" Gu Fenghua secretly praised in his heart. The last time Mo Qingqiu helped her resist the power of the Five Elements and the Six Paths of Heavenly Tribulation, she had used this sword. However, she was at a critical moment of life and death and had no time to take a closer look. Only then did she see clearly the long sword in Mo Qingqiu's hand. It is also a divine weapon, and its quality is far superior to the magical weapons in the hands of Luo Enen, Fatty Bai and others.

Of course, given his status, it is normal to have such a divine sword.

"Liuhe Bahuang, Sword Dance Qingqiu." Mo Qingqiu shouted loudly, and the divine sword in his hand slashed out, and nine golden holy beads appeared between his eyebrows at the same time.

Ninth Grade Emperor Saint! Gu Fenghua finally knew Mo Qingqiu's true cultivation level.

In the Stepless Holy Heaven, the realms of holy masters from low to high are Dou Sage, Dharma Sage, Xuan Sage, Heavenly Sage, and Emperor Sage. The Ninth Grade Emperor Saint is undoubtedly the top powerhouse. Of course, the cultivation level of the Saint Lord is still higher than that of the Envoy. Mo Qingqiu is the ninth grade Emperor Saint. So what kind of cultivation level should the three Saint Lords have? Gu Fenghua suddenly became curious.

The last time they met Tianji Shengjun, others looked down upon them and didn't even bother to make a move. They were too far away from him to fight, so none of them could see the true strength of Tianji Shengjun.

However, now is obviously not the time to care about cultivation. The top priority is to break through the city defense formation and rescue the innocent people in the city who are struggling on the edge of life and death.

Gu Fenghua put aside his distracting thoughts and looked at Mo Qingqiu's sword with all his strength.

The sword light flashed across, as if tearing apart the heaven and earth, but when it fell on the invisible barrier, it only caused a ripple, and the protective formation remained intact.

Such a result was obviously expected by Mo Qingqiu. There was no surprise or anxiety in his eyes, and his eyes were as calm as water. Before the remaining power of the sword was exhausted, he raised his wrist and raised his arm, gave a clear shout, and slashed with the sword again.

One sword, two swords, three swords...the sword light fell one after another, bringing out a thrilling afterimage.

"Crack!" Finally, as the ninth sword light fell, a cracking sound was heard in the ears, and the seemingly indestructible barrier was broken open with a crack about ten feet high and three feet wide.

"Follow me!" Mo Qingqiu shouted, taking the lead in piercing through the crack.

His voice was hoarse and tired, and there was a hint of weariness in his eyes. Drops of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his whole person looked much older.

With the powerful strength of the Ninth Grade Emperor Saint of Tangtang Jun, it is so difficult to break a crack in this barrier. One can imagine the strength of this city defense formation.