My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Although he has not yet been able to take the position, but judging from the current situation, the position of city lord may not escape his grasp, but it cannot be said to be a piece of cake to satisfy his hunger. Even though they hated Zongzheng Mingyang in their hearts, they could not help but secretly admire his courage.

If it had been anyone else, I am afraid that I would have been extremely grateful to Zong Zheng Mingyang for his kindness. How could I refuse his kindness?

Fortunately, Gu Fenghua is not someone else. After hearing Zongzheng Mingyang's words, she didn't even bother to respond. She just used all her strength to circulate the holy energy and inject it into the long sword. Of course, Luo Enen and Fatty Bai were no exception.

With such little strength, he actually wants to accept them as his disciples, how beautiful he is!

"Gu Fenghua, I have given you a chance, but you are so ignorant. Do you really think that I am afraid of you!" Seeing that Gu Fenghua and others turned a deaf ear to his solicitation, Zongzheng Mingyang became furious.

Do you really think that being a sixth-grade Emperor Saint is so great? Why are you still making excuses in front of me? Don't say that you are not a true sixth-grade Emperor Saint. Even if you are, you are not qualified to show off in front of me, a strong man like me who is a seventh-grade Emperor Saint.

If you are so ignorant and treat my good intentions as nothing, then don't blame me for being ruthless. Feeling secretly angry in his heart, Zongzheng Mingyang stopped thinking about it, gathered his holy energy, and smacked it out with all his strength.

"Brush!" Suddenly, a red light flashed in the sword light, like a bloody rainbow.

Zongzheng Mingyang's whole body was shaken, and he felt a desolate, sad, and extremely cold energy, which enveloped him in an instant.

"This is..." A kind of fear that has never happened before also arises in my heart, which is the instinctive fear of death.

Without any time to think, Zongzheng Mingyang pushed out his palms and flew back.

As expected of a strong man of the seventh rank of Emperor Saint, his intuition of danger is extremely keen. Unfortunately, it is too late to start retreating now!

"Boom!" In the loud sound, the towering sword light and the bloody rainbow fell down at the same time.

The two palm shadows shot by Zong Zheng Mingyang with the cultivation level of the seventh-grade Emperor Saint disappeared in an instant. He groaned and was sent flying.

The sword light dissipated, and the bloody rainbow suddenly disappeared, but time seemed to have stopped. Except for those who knew Gu Fenghua's true identity, everyone else opened their mouths and stared, and their eyes almost fell to the ground.

This is a strong man of the seventh level of Emperor Saint. He was actually chopped away by a fourth level Emperor Saint and three first level Emperor Saints with one sword. How is this possible? Even if the power of the swords of Gu Fenghua and others reached the sixth level of Emperor Saint, it would never be like this, right? Obviously, all this is because of the bloody rainbow, but what on earth is it? Is it a divine weapon? Even if it is a divine weapon, it shouldn't be so powerful.

"Bah!" With a crisp sound, Zong Zheng Mingyang hit the edge of the platform hard.

"Master!" The disciples of Zongzheng Mingyang just woke up from a dream. They rushed over to support the master and took out the holy pill for him to drink.

"Impossible, impossible!" After the pill power was released, black blood was still pouring from the corners of Zongzheng Mingyang's mouth, his hands were shaking, and his eyes were full of horror.

The internal organs in his chest and abdomen were ruptured, blood was raging, and the meridians in both arms were severed. Even the arm bones were broken into several pieces. He was seriously injured with just one sword strike.

If it weren't for the waves of severe pain that flooded into his mind, he wouldn't have even dared to believe what happened to him - a strong man of the seventh grade of Emperor Saint was defeated so miserably by a fourth grade Emperor Saint and three of three first grade Emperor Saints. hand.

"With such little strength, you can actually imitate others in seeking power and usurping the throne, you can't imagine that!" Gu Fenghua said with a look of contempt.