My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Yes, sir." Everyone bowed and responded, their eyes filled with sadness.

They also knew that once these people left, it would be difficult for them to hold on until the protective barrier opened.

"These protective instruments are given to you. If you can hold on for one more moment, hold on for one more moment. Don't give up." Gu Fenghua felt sad as he looked at them and took out the carefully refined protective instruments and gave them to them.

"Thank you, sir!" More than a dozen people, led by the old man, knelt on the ground again and said gratefully.

Tears rolled in Gu Fenghua's eyes. Of course she knew how powerful the magical weapons she had refined with her own hands were, but she had personally experienced the power of the Purple Soul Beast more than once. Even with these protective magical weapons, they could only hold on for a moment longer. The hope of survival is still very slim.

But things have priorities, and she can't care so much anymore. Holding back tears, Gu Fenghua also flew towards the city lord's palace.

As they flew through the sky, they saw groups of people below desperately fleeing toward the city gate, while purple soul beasts swooped in from all directions. Screams came one after another, figures fell one after another, and the eyes were filled with dazzling bright red.

Although everyone knew that if they wanted to save these people, the most important thing was to open the city protection barrier and give them a chance to escape, but who could refuse to save them and watch their own kind die miserably.

Mo Qingqiu, Gu Fenghua and others finally flew down, killing the purple soul beast and rushing towards the city lord's mansion. Fortunately, Yunyuan City was not large in size, and the city gate was not far from the city lord's palace, so it would not take much time to kill them. Otherwise, they would not have time to care about these people, and they would have to watch them die miserably in front of their eyes.

In front of me, groups of purple soul beasts are swarming from all directions. The lowest strength ones are at the fifth and sixth levels, and generally reach the seventh and eighth levels. The strongest ones even reach the ninth level. Monsters of this level are enough. Competing with the Heavenly Saint, being corroded by the world-destroying purple dust and mutating, his strength is even stronger than the ordinary Heavenly Saint.

Fortunately, Mo Qingqiu, a strong man at the top of the Emperor Saint, was with him, otherwise even people as powerful as Gu Fenghua and Ye Yunji would have been difficult to deal with.

However, even for Mo Qingqiu, it was not easy to kill these purple soul beasts because their physical defenses were too strong. As the sword light fell one after another, the purple soul beasts turned into nothingness, and the antique long sword in his hand also showed cracks.

"Crack!" While killing dozens of purple soul beasts on the opposite side again, the ancient sword that could be called a divine weapon was broken from it.

In the past, when he saw Duan Qingyun and Changsun Luocang taking action, Gu Fenghua was a little surprised. Why did they prefer to use their palms instead of swords most of the time, even the Holy Lord Tianji? Could it be to pretend to be X?

Seeing this scene, she finally understood that it was not that they liked to show off, but because they were too strong. Even long swords with artifact quality could hardly withstand their powerful holy energy. Every time they used it, they would inevitably leave behind crack. And it is too difficult to refine such a divine sword. Each sword is a treasure passed down from generation to generation, so even the Holy Lord is reluctant to waste it easily.

Seeing that the divine sword that had been with him for tens of thousands of years was broken, Mo Qingqiu's eyes showed a hint of bitterness and sadness. But soon, he cheered up, put the half-broken sword into his storage bracelet, and continued to rush forward with the half-broken sword.