My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Fourth grade Emperor Saint! The power of this sword actually reached the fourth level of Emperor Saint, which was comparable to his own.

How is this possible? How is it possible for a first-grade Emperor Saint and three ninth-grade Heavenly Saints to display the powerful sword power of a fourth-grade Emperor Saint? Even if their holy energy is added together without any hindrance, they are only equivalent to a second-grade Emperor Saint at most. Taste it. What's more, the holy masters have different cultivation methods, different sword skills, different innate Holy Spirit roots, and different perceptions of the great ways of heaven and earth. How can the Holy Qi be integrated without any hindrance?

An unprecedented fear suddenly arose in his heart, as well as an almost instinctive foreboding.

Two rays of sword light streaked across the sky and struck each other head-on. A loud noise was heard, and the whole world trembled. Time also fell into a brief stagnation at this moment, and Yao Wenshan's mind also fell into endless doubts and confusion at this moment.

"Phew!" A similar scream sounded in his ears.

Yao Wenshan suddenly woke up from his chaotic mind. He felt a sharp pain on his chin, as if his neck had been stretched out. When he looked up, he saw that the blue sky was getting closer and closer to him. Immediately afterwards, a green vine appeared in front of him, with a sharper whistling sound, and it hit his body. The thin thorns like steel needles pierced into his body mercilessly.

The stinging, itching, and unbearable taste almost made Yao Wenshan scream out in pain, and his mind began to become confused again.

"It's not poisonous!" After all, he is a strong man of the fourth level of Emperor Saint. Yao Wenshan is much stronger than Zeng Ning'an in terms of strength, spiritual will, and will. When he realized something was wrong, he bit the tip of his tongue and recovered a little. Wake up and forcefully activate the holy energy.

At this moment, a small face with a pointed chin appeared in front of him, and two ruby-like eyes flashed with soul-stirring magic. Yao Wenshan looked at it subconsciously, and then his mind was shocked, and he couldn't help but fall into it.

"Sister Erya, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are still alive. Do you still remember me? I am brother Wenshan." The little fox in front of him turned into a dark-faced farm girl with a strong figure. She was the sister next door whom he had a crush on when he was young, and it was also a beautiful memory that he could never forget in his life. Staring affectionately at Sister "Erya", the wrinkled old face of the future second founder of the Moyun Sect was so shy and coy.

"Sister Erya, in fact, I have been thinking about you, and it has not changed for so many years." He was in mid-air, like a meteor falling, but the Second Patriarch was completely unaware. He held the corners of his clothes with both hands and mustered up the courage to say these words. Already blushing.

"Uh..." Gu Fenghua and others retched at the same time.

Weng Yuanming was even more chilled, with goosebumps all over the floor. He stared at this scene in stunned silence, and even forgot to save others. Of course, the incident happened suddenly and it was too late for him to save him.

No one thought that Gu Fenghua and others, a first-grade Emperor Saint and three ninth-grade Heavenly Saints, could have such power with one sword. They could stand up to Yao Wenshan, a fourth-grade Emperor Saint, and block Yao Wenshan's leaning force from them. He struck out with all his strength, and then Yao Wenshan was punched into the air by a small iron-eating beast, then he was heavily pulled away by the demonic plant, and then he was confused by the nine-tailed phantom fox, all in the blink of an eye. , who can come to the rescue in time?

Amidst the screams of "Boom", Yao Wenshan also followed Zeng Ning'an's footsteps and hit the ground heavily. He was lucky. He didn't fall head down like Zeng Ning'an, but face down... Good Well, this luck doesn’t seem to be good.